Their flat was in shambles while Otabek and Seung gil where trying to figure out where the hell they were going to fit all Yuri's clothes. Yuri had run out to get the takeout and the last few things left in his dorm.
"How the fuck can someone have this many clothes?" Otabek asked. They had emptied his closet, combining his with Seung gil's as they had a lot less. Both of them shook their head and Otabek gave up. "He can do this all himself," he said, moving out to the living room where a couple boxes still littered the place.
"A wonder how it all fit in his dorm rooms," Seung gil said, sitting in the chair and not next to him on the couch.
It was something Otabek had noticed the last week- a slight coldness, well more than usual, from Seung gil. He had bit his tongue as they were working on getting Yuri out of the dorms as soon as possible.
"Why are you sitting over there?" Otabek asked. Usually he couldn't pry Seung gil off him most days- but ever since Yuri's uncle left, it was different.
"No reason," Seung gil said, stretching his arms.
"Well," Otabek said, patting the seat next to him. "C'mere!"
Rolling his eyes, Seung gil got up and moved to the kitchen instead. Following, Otabek watched as he went to make tea.
"Ok, what is with you?" Otabek asked.
"Oh, now you notice," Seung gil replied.
"The fuck does that mean?" Otabek asked. "I've noticed you being a bitch all week, but moving Yuri and working has kept us both busy."
"Whatever," Seung gil said, moving to push pass him.
Reaching out, Otabek took his arm, spinning him so they were face to face. "What's going on inside that pretty little head?"
"It doesn't matter," Seung gil mumbled.
"Obviously it does."
A sigh and Seung gil wouldn't even look at him, though Otabek never let of his hold.
"C'mon," Otabek whispered, kissing his cheek.
A huff and Seung gil shook from his grasp. "So tell me how one dinner with Yuri and his uncle and you come running back home signing the fuck up for school!"
Otabek was stunned. "Isn't that what you wanted?" he asked.
"Of fucking course it was!" Seung gil yelled, startling Otabek by raising his voice. "I'd been on your ass for weeks, but not a fucking thing! Yuri bats his eyes and his uncle brings it up and suddenly it's a great fucking idea!"
It wasn't often Seung gil yelled. His face had turned red, his arms were waving about and his chest was heaving.
"Listen…" Otabek said, reaching out for him, and pulling him close. "That is not it at all…"
"It seems like it," Seung gil mumbled.
A sigh and Otabek knew how it all probably looked- especially how Seung gil was seeing it. It had been on his mind for sometime, but it was true that Yuri and his uncle were that final push.
"I couldn't do this without you," Otabek said, cupping Seung gil's chin and kissing him.
"You mean it?" Seung gil asked.
"Of course," he whispered, leaning in to kiss him again. "I love you and need you with me through this."
Takeout devoured, and they were finishing the last of the boxes left.
"I can't believe I'm living here!" Yuri squealed, hopping up and down.
"Well, the closet is bursting with your clothes," Seung gil said.
"Oh hush!" Yuri hissed. "Maybe I'll even let you borrow some of my shirts."
"They would be way to tight on me," Seung gil pointed out.
"That was kinda my point," Yuri said, walking over to Seung gil and pushing him to the bed.
Otabek had to roll his eyes as those two were constantly making out. Giggles from Yuri and small moans from Seung gil. Grabbing the last couple empty boxes, he went to break them down with the others over by the door. He figured in the morning they could take them out.
"Beka!" Yuri yelled, "Come back here!"
"Yes! Join us!" Seung gil called.
Laughing to himself, he knew he could not refuse those two. Especially when he saw Seung gil was already topless while Yuri straddled over him, steadily grinding their hips together. Leaning against the wall, he just took it all in.
"How about I just watch?" Otabek asked.
"You already do that enough, you damn perv," Yuri growled, sitting up and grabbing his wrist.
He couldn't help but laugh as he fell to the bed with them. His shirt being immediately pulled off of him while Seung gil kissed at his neck and Yuri kissed his chest. A soft sigh and Otabek reached out, taking Seung gil's hair, stroking his fingers through it before their mouths pressed together.
Yuri was first to completely undress- hell he was always first to undress. Otabek wondered if Yuri would even bother wearing much clothing around the flat, not that he minded. Tugging at his waistband, lifting his hips, and Otabek was soon to follow Yuri.
Seung gil continued to kiss him, his hands roaming over Otabek's chest and pinching his nipples. Yuri's mouth was on his hip bones, surely leaving marks with as hard as he was sucking on the skin.
Warm breath on his cock and Otabek moaned. Yuri gave amazing head and the moment his lips wrapped around his cock he was lost. Seung gil swallowed his moans while Yuri swallowed his cock.
"How do you want to fuck us?" Seung gil asked against his lips.
Like he could even think at a moment like this. "What?" he asked. The wet mouth around his cock had taken all the blood flow that was meant for his brain.
"I had a thought," Seung gil said, his lips smacking against his.
"Ok…" he trailed off, his back arching a bit as Yuri continued to go down on him. Right now he didn't really care what Seung gil had in mind.
He only cared when Yuri stopped and was wrapped back around Seung gil, their mouths working against each other and Seung gil's fingers circling against Yuri's rim.
What he cared about was being left on the bed after all the attention was on him- to it all being completely gone.
"The hell?" he asked, reaching for his cock where it was still wet from Yuri's mouth.
"Here," Seung gil said, tossing him the lube and turning onto his side. Sliding behind Seung gil, kissing his neck.
"What did you have in mind?" Otabek asked, coating his fingers with the lube.
"I wanna be the middle," Seung gil said, turning his head, kissing his lips.
A hum and Otabek circled Seung gil's entrance with his finger before sliding it in. Tight warmth encasing his finger. Sucking on Seung gil's neck and thrusting his finger in and out of Seung gil.
"How are we doing this?" he mumbled into Seung gil's ear.
"Stop thinking so much," Seung gil growled.
Yuri was moaning and pulling at Seung gil. Curling his fingers, he listened to the long drawn out moan from Seung gil. Another scream and Yuri was trying to claw at Seung gil.
"Put him on his back, and stick your ass in the air," Otabek whispered in his ear.
Shuffling on the bed, Yuri grabbing the bed sheets while Seung gil continued to fuck him with his fingers, and Otabek grabbed Seung gil hips, lifting them a bit. Spreading his cheeks, Otabek blew cool air on his rim, watching it twitch before his eyes. Kissing above his rim, Otabek teased and licked around the opening.
It was when Seung gil gave him a subtle hint and pressed his hips back that made Otabek chuckle. Squeezing at Seung gil's ass, Otabek licked right over his rim, hearing the long sigh from Seung gil as Yuri moaned in the background. Licking more, Otabek pressed his tongue at the opening, feeling where it was starting to loosen up from earlier. Licking and prodding his tongue more, it pleased him to feel the way Seung gil was rocking his hips onto his face.
Pressing a finger in, Otabek licked around it, then removed his finger, wrapping his lips around the muscles, pushing his tongue in as far as he could. Curses coming from Seung gil while Yuri moaned and squealed.
Otabek could feel how heavy his cock was and wanted to be inside of Seung gil. Pulling his mouth back, he added in two fingers- stretching and curling them. Quickly adding a third, he felt the precum slipping from his cock and couldn't take it anymore.
"You're ready," Otabek said, slapping down on Seung gil's ass.
It took them a moment as Seung gil had to get Yuri in a better position- grabbing a pillow to put under his hips, both of them thankful for Yuri's flexibility with his long limbs. Seung gil slowly pushing into Yuri, while Otabek kissed at Seung gil's shoulders. Pressing a thigh between Seung gil's legs, he needed him to spread them a bit more.
"Hold still," he whispered in Seung gil's ear, then kissed his neck.
It was tight, but Seung gil's ass wrapped perfectly around his cock. Even with the sweat building on his lower back, they kept it slow. It was more Seung gil thrusting in and out of Yuri that made his ass tighten more around Otabek's cock- though Otabek didn't need to move much.
When Otabek did a hard thrust- he heard both Seung gil moan loudly. Doing it again, they all started to moan. With this position, Seung gil's body was being overwhelmed, causing him to clench tighter around Otabek.
They were careful not to drop all their weight down on Yuri- Seung gil bracing with his arms as was Otabek behind him. A few short kisses shared between Seung gil and Yuri, but both were too busy moaning and thrusting.
It did feel amazing. Otabek loved when they all had moments together- either just kissing, cuddling or fucking. As long as he was with them.
Yuri was the first to cum. Screaming as his hand stroked his cock. A few more hard pushes and Seung gil was falling on Yuri, crying into his shoulder while Otabek thrusted into him- releasing deeply inside.
"Fuck! You two are heavy!" Yuri breathed.
A small laugh and Otabek rolled off Seung gil, pulling him to his side. Yuri grumbled about being a damn mess, but Otabek grabbed for him. Lips meeting his and Yuri settled half on top of Otabek and half on top of Seung gil.
"That's what you assholes get for crushing me," Yuri growled, making sure his sharp hip bones rested uncomfortably on them.
Six months later…
"Holy fucking shit! Beka you did it!" Yuri screamed, making him thankful no customers were in the coffee shop with them.
"Did what?" Seung gil asked, coming from the back room, adjusting his messenger bag around his body.
"He made an extra dry cappuccino and didn't fuck it up!" Yuri exclaimed.
"It's about damn time," Seung gil said, grabbing the cold brew and filling his travel mug. "C'mon Altin, we have class in twenty."
Shaking his head, Otabek ran to the back to discard his apron, change his shirt and grab his bag. Midterms were coming up and he was surprised how much of this all he was enjoying. Grabbing the latte he made ahead of time, he nodded to their coworkers who came in and kissed Yuri on the cheek.
"You got your paper all set?" he asked Seung gil.
"I gotta go over it tonight, but yeah, mostly done," Seung gil replied.
"Don't forget Friday!" Yuri chirped as they made their way out onto the sidewalk.
Groaning, Otabek shook his head. He had no idea how he allowed both of them to talk him into DJing at the frat house that weekend.
"I hate you both," Otabek grumbled.
"Does it help that I'm in charge of Seung gil's outfit on Friday?" Yuri asked.
"Promise to slut him up?" Otabek asked.
"Don't I get a say in this?" Seung gil asked.
Yuri giggled and Otabek kissed Seung gil's cheek. Maybe Friday wouldn't be so bad.