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Zhou Keyu wakes up with a dull ache in his lower back and an exhaustion in his limbs like he’d never felt before. It’s like lead in his veins, weighing his whole body down. His alarm is blaring in some corner of the room. For a good long moment, he searches around for it, eyes barely even open, judging purely by feel and sound, and eventually finds it half fallen under the bed. How did it even get there?
He cancels the alarm and groans, wincing slightly as he climbs out of his bed. The Truth will continue filming today and he needs to be up for it.
Except the moment he reaches for the bathroom door in his hotel room, it swings open. It takes Zhou Keyu’s sleep muddled brain to register the naked chest in front of him, his eyes slowly traveling up… and all the sleep leaves his head.
“B-Bai-ge,” he gasps, eyes widening. Bai Yu stands in the doorway of the bathroom, a towel around his waist, hair still dripping.
Zhou Keyu stares, and stares, and feels his mouth instantly dry. Bai Yu is looking at him in the curious way he always does, with his eyes open and inviting, eyebrows raised, a neutral line of his lips and Zhou Keyu is instantly reminded with a jolt of every single thing that happened last night. Bruising kisses on his lips, Bai Yu’s cock stretching him open, the sound of his own desperate pleas, the taste of Liu Yuning’s cum on his tongue, his nails digging in Bai Yu’s skin, the tentative poking of Liu Yuning’s long fingers inside him, the wet warmth of Bai Yu’s tongue on his cock, the softness of Liu Yuning’s voice, the little amused smile that tugged at the corners of Bai Yu’s lips.
It’s the same smile that he’s wearing now as he stares back at Zhou Keyu. “Morning,” he says simply, the same way he always does when they meet on set. “You should probably shower too. We reek of each other.”
Zhou Keyu feels his heart drop. The same way that all the memories of last night came hurtling back at him, so do all his worries and hesitations that he’d pushed to the back of his mind in favour of controlling his heat. Of course Bai Yu would act like nothing happened—of course Bai Yu would want to pretend nothing happened.
“Ning-ge’s gone back to his room first thing in the morning,” Bai Yu continues, drawing Zhou Keyu’s eyes and thoughts back to him. Only then does he notice the glimmer of amusement dancing in Bai Yu’s eyes. His voice bubbles prettily in his throat, sounding almost like his laugh just spoken with words. “In case you were wondering where he’s gone. But before he left, he told me to give you a message when you wake up.”
Zhou Keyu blinks dumbly at him, still trying to process everything this morning and he’s only been awake for like ten minutes. He tilts his head questioningly, and Bai Yu’s smile only seems to grow.
He steps right up to Zhou Keyu and leans in. His lips press oh-so-softly against Zhou Keyu’s, warmth spreading from his face through his veins to every nook and cranny of his body, until he feels lit up from the inside out. Bai Yu’s lips, like the rest of him, is so gentle this morning, so forgiving, so easy to melt into.
When he pulls away, he chuckles at the reddened, wide-eyed look on Zhou Keyu’s face. “That one’s from Ning-ge. This one’s from me.”
Bai Yu leans in again, capturing a sound of surprise that doesn’t get to be released fully from Zhou Keyu’s lips. He’s a little more insistent this time as he slots his lips over Zhou Keyu’s, fanning the warmth until it lights up into a glowing fire deep within Zhou Keyu’s body. It makes Zhou Keyu gasp, make every inch of his skin itch to press against Bai Yu’s, makes him part his lips and kiss back a little messily. It’s easily made up for with his eagerness.
He feels a surge of heat stirring in the depths of his belly, but it’s nothing like the burning inferno last night that threatened to swallow him whole. His heat is gone, reduced to a gentle simmering thrumming through his veins at Bai Yu’s every touch, thanks to the pills he took last night amidst his panic.
So when he finds himself with his arms looped around Bai Yu’s neck, fingers tangling in the wet strands of hair at the back of his head, he finds himself slotting against him just as easily as he did last night—falling into him the same way he fell right into the warmth of Ning-ge’s presence and the allure of Bai-ge’s body. Bai Yu’s hands are warm as they land on Zhou Keyu’s very much still-naked body, his mouth still gentle, but his kisses teasing and prying. It feels right. Just like how last night felt right. Bai Yu’s hands on him feels right. Liu Yuning’s hands on him felt right.
Only when he feels his body literally buzzing against Bai Yu’s in his need for contact does Bai Yu finally pull away with a soft laugh on his lips and a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. “Go shower,” he says, smile turning teasing, stepping to the side to push Zhou Keyu into the bathroom. He doesn’t forget to give him a little tap on his ass before leaving him to his own devices.
Zhou Keyu feels his blush spread all the way down to his chest.
The smile stays on his face through the whole shower.
He recognises the voices before even stepping out of the bathroom door.
“So where were you?” Bai Yu’s voice, still soft, but hardly as gentle as it was just minutes ago when he last spoke to Zhou Keyu. “As his manager, where were you when you should have been looking after your artist?”
Zhou Keyu’s manager stutters out a miserable sounding reply, that Bai Yu does not seem very impressed by at all.
“Do you have any idea how tired didi would be, filming here all day then travelling for an hour in the car and then having to get ready for an hour long set on stage?” Bai Yu continues. “Of course he runs the risk of forgetting. But as his manager, why weren’t you helping him keep track of his cycles? Why don’t you have a bottle of his blockers on you at all times, in case something like this happens?”
Something gives a very sharp tug deep inside Zhou Keyu’s chest as he listens, and he physically cannot fight the smile slowly blooming over his face.
“It could have been extremely dangerous for didi last night. I fear what could have happened if he wasn’t found by Liu Yuning. And that would have been a fail to care for and keep your artist safe, on your part.”
Zhou Keyu bites back a giggle and steps out into the lounge area of the hotel room, where his manager is sat on a chair as she listens to Bai Yu lecturing her. He’s dressed now, in a nice shirt and jeans, that he will undoubtedly change out of once they get to the stylists.
“Bai-ge,” he murmurs, looking at Bai Yu through lowered eyelashes, fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt. Bai Yu was kind enough to leave him some of his own clothing just outside the bathroom—even though the pants are a little short on him, it’s better than his stained and torn performance outfit from last night. “Thanks for lending me this.”
“Keyu!” His manager jumps to her feet from the chair, looking many degrees of relieved. “Are you okay??”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m great.” Zhou Keyu says before the words run through his brain. He glances at Bai Yu, and flushes high up on his cheeks.
His manager, bless her soul, looks at a loss for words for a long moment before she’s ushering him out the door. “Alright come on, you’ve disturbed Bai laoshi for long enough. Let’s get you changed, we’re already running late.”
“Keyu didi is welcome to disturb me,” Bai Yu’s voice sounds from behind them. Zhou Keyu flushes deep red and tries to not think about the meaning behind his words. Not right now, at least—he’ll save that for when he’s laying in bed half past twelve and unable to sleep.
Except he does nothing but think of the implications behind Bai Yu’s words all day. Especially with the little touches here and there, frying Zhou Keyu’s brain a little bit more every time. Bai Yu grabbing onto Zhou Keyu’s hand, before he seems to belatedly remember that the cameras are still rolling and he smoothly slides his hand down to hold Zhou Keyu’s wrist instead. Liu Yuning tapping him on the knee just to pass him another mandarin. Bai Yu bumping their knees together under the table as they eat lunch together in between filming.
Zhou Keyu, however, struggles most to keep his hands to himself. He feels himself drifting across the room to Bai Yu without even thinking—like he gravitates towards him, magnetically pulled to him constantly. He finds himself with his hands reaching for Bai Yu more often than not—sometimes he manages to hide it behind a little shoulder squeeze. Other times he can do nothing but stop his hands half-way and retract them.
Whenever he catches a whiff of Liu Yuning’s scent, he finds himself leaning up to rest his chin on Liu Yuning’s shoulder from behind, pretending to look at whatever evidence he’s holding in his hands from over his shoulder. His cologne is both woody and musky, not too intense, but with a depth to it that only enhances the soft gentleness of his presence.
It comes naturally, the way he leans against Bai-ge’s side, or the way he grabs at Ning-ge’s long arms and broad shoulders. Of course, it helps that he’s known them both for so long now, but it’s also been so long. Years of hardly any contact, but after that one night, it’s like the gates are wide open now, there’s no stopping him anymore. And neither Bai-ge nor Ning-ge push him away.
They just flash him an amused smile and continue on with the discussion with the rest of the cast, as normal as they could be. It makes it feel like his heart swells a little in his chest, squeezing his lungs until Zhou Keyu feels a little breathless.
“Are you tired ge?” Zhou Keyu murmurs under his breath, hesitantly sitting next to Bai Yu on the couch between filming. He glances down at the banana in his own hand, almost offering it to Bai Yu—but he’d already taken a bite out of it, and Bai Yu doesn’t deserve a half-eaten one.
“Huh?” Bai Yu turns to look at him, raising an eyebrow, and Zhou Keyu tampers down the giggle that threatens to rise out of his throat just from meeting Bai Yu’s eyes.
Zhou Keyu has to take another bite out of his banana to wash it down. “Are you tired? I can peel a banana for you,” he offers through a mouthful and Bai Yu gives him a mildly disturbed look at the glimpse of chewed banana in his mouth.
“Am I tired? Aren’t we all?” Bai Yu snorts, and Zhou Keyu catches the way his eyes flit over to Liu Yuning, standing on the other side of the room, for a split second. It makes heat flush through his face.
He can’t hold it in this time, leaning against Bai Yu’s shoulder with a soft laugh in his ear, warmth in his cheeks and butterflies in his belly.
It almost makes him wonder what he was so afraid of.
They aren’t pretending it didn’t happen. They aren’t letting it fizzle into nothing.
They aren’t treating it like a one night stand.
They’re milling around in between filming, getting a drink of water. The weather is only getting hotter and hotter, but the styling team isn’t letting them wear any less layers. Zhou Keyu fans himself with his little notebook, slouching back in his chair. He watches as Liu Yuning’s makeup artist approaches, wiping his sweat and fixing his makeup.
So he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him for a moment.
Liu Yuning lowers his head, his artist brushing the long hair at the back of his neck aside to wipe the sweat that was beading on his neck, and that’s when Zhou Keyu gets a good glimpse of it.
A bite mark.
It sits just under the collar of Liu Yuning’s costume, the collar of the school uniform standing tall enough to hide most of it. If Liu Yuning didn’t have his head lowered, if the hair there wasn’t pushed aside, it wouldn’t be visible at all.
But it is. And Zhou Keyu saw it.
He didn’t see Bai Yu give him that mark last night… maybe it had happened when he fell asleep. Because if it wasn’t Bai Yu, who else could it be?
Zhou Keyu looks around, eyes falling on Dilireba. She’s standing off to the side, laughing and chatting with her assistant. He knows she’s known Liu Yuning the longest out of all of them and is relatively close with him, but even so, he hardly sees him talk to her—he’s usually hanging around Bai Yu more often than not. Even if Dilireba is the only other alpha in the group, it can’t have been her.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Zhang Linghe sidle in, joining Bai Yu and Liu Yuning’s conversation. It makes the corner of Zhou Keyu’s eyes twitch a little, but he knows it can’t have been Zhang Linghe who marked Liu Yuning. It’s not just any mark—it’s a claiming mark. From an alpha. And Zhang Linghe is a beta.
Zhou Keyu doesn’t think at all for the rest of the day. He looks at the X puzzle, not really seeing it. He can really only see the bite mark, deep red against Liu Yuning’s pale skin.
“I give up,” he says, handing the puzzle back to the staff, who looks at him with mild surprise.
It all makes sense now.
“Your Ning-ge will be joining us . The quicker we fuck you until you pass out, the more sleep we can all get before filming tomorrow.”
“Lao Bai isn’t small.”
The realisation hits Zhou Keyu a little like a wave smacking him over the head when he’d just managed to surface above water. He’s not even hearing what the staff is saying anymore… something about having no X, something about Liu Yuning also failing to answer the puzzle. Zhou Keyu just nods blankly and looks down at his hands for a moment, trying to just keep his expression neutral and the tears out of his eyes, or they’d think he’s really that upset about failing to figure out the stupid puzzle.
If Bai-ge has already claimed Ning-ge… what is he then?
“Hey,” Ning-ge says, bumping his shoulder softly when Zhou Keyu joins the rest of them again. “How did you go?”
“I didn’t figure it out,” he says with a little chuckle.
“It was so easy,” Bai-ge pipes up, sitting down on one of the yoga balls that Dilireba was sitting on earlier. Zhou Keyu just laughs embarrassedly, sitting down on the mats on the floor, and pointedly looks at no one as he fights an intense internal battle to stop himself from blurting out all the questions in his head. Not here, not now. He’ll just ruin everything.
He hasn’t had an alone moment with either of geges yet, and there wasn’t enough time to talk in the morning. If they can’t talk about it yet, the last thing Zhou Keyu wants is to make everything awkward. The only thing he can do in this moment is relive the lingering touches from Bai-ge’s hands and the warm smiles flashed at him from Ning-ge.
“You’re a bit quiet,” Ning-ge says when he runs into him in the bathroom. The only thing left that only the two of them have to film is the back story of their characters, and the process of how they committed the crime.
Bai Yu had long gone back to the hotel, so has everyone else. It’s just the two of them now, and as Zhou Keyu looks up at Ning-ge through the bathroom mirror, he finds the question bubbling up to his lips again.
Liu Yuning seems to feel his eyes on him, and turns to face him with a little worried look on his face—not too unlike the one he wore last night. “You okay?”
Zhou Keyu meets his eyes, searching them. All the questions, every single word in his vocabulary, evaporates from his brain. His traitorous gaze drops down to Liu Yuning’s lips, and the man just chuckles. It’s a deep, warm sound that reverberates through his chest, like the purring of a cat, like the crackling of a fireplace on a snowy evening.
Liu Yuning leans in to press a kiss to his lips, and Zhou Keyu feels himself go a bit boneless.
Ning-ge’s lips are so soft, his breath so warm when it hits Zhou Keyu’s cheek. It takes everything inside him to not grab Ning-ge by the front of his school uniform costume and pull him in even closer. No, that would ruin the costume and get him many odd looks and scoldings from the staff. His heart is stuttering a million miles an hour in his chest as Ning-ge pulls away, Zhou Keyu’s eyelashes fluttering a little as he blinks rapidly.
“Better?” Ning-ge chuckles again, the same soft sweetness in his voice that makes Zhou Keyu just want to curl into him like a dog enjoying the fireplace.
He may not know what Bai-ge and Ning-ge have between them, and he may not know where they want him to fit in—all he knows is they still want him. Hopefully. That they haven’t forgotten about last night. Probably.
Because Ning-ge is kissing him again, kissing the moan right out of his mouth, and surely that means something. Surely that’s enough, it has to be, for this moment.
Filming continues day after day as if nothing is different, and yet, it feels as if nothing is the same.
Zhou Keyu will find himself laughing at something stupid Zhang Linghe did and cut off abruptly when he’s suddenly reminded of that night. He spaces out during lunch, dropping more rice on the table than in his mouth as he thinks of being sandwiched between Bai-ge and Ning-ge in Bai-ge’s hotel room as Bai-ge kissed him hot and rough.
Even if he just looks at Bai-ge for a moment too long he’ll have to fight the onslaught of images of the look on Bai-ge’s face when he came, of his tongue when he licked at Zhou Keyu’s cock, of the way his hands felt, digging bruises into Zhou Keyu’s hips as he gripped him tight to fuck into him harder. Just a glance at Ning-ge and Zhou Keyu finds himself inexplicably reminded of how Ning-ge’s cock looked right in front of his face before it was shoved in his mouth. Then he’d turn many different shades of red and look down, only to have his eyes fall on Ning-ge’s fingers—those long, beautiful fingers, that poked and prodded and curved and twisted so beautifully inside him until each finger was covered in a layer of his slick.
Zhou Keyu finds himself with his vision going hazy during photo time with the rest of the cast as he thinks about how much he wants it again. How much he wants to ride Ning-ge again. How much he wants to try taking Bai-ge in his mouth this time and find out what he tastes like. Then the photographer tells him to do something and he has to physically fight the blush off his face or it’ll turn up in the promo photos and he isn’t sure he can handle having the rest of the world see his face when he’s thinking about fucking two of his co-workers.
It doesn’t help that Bai-ge and Ning-ge continue to greet him and talk to him when filming everyday like nothing is wrong. Except more often than not, that greeting is either one of them pressing him against the wall of the bathroom or change rooms to tangle their tongues together for a few minutes before they have to start work. Zhou Keyu is certainly not complaining, even if it leaves him completely light-headed and red in the face.
“That was such a good case!” Reba chirps as they all clink their glasses together.
Zhang Linghe had complained that they were over half way through filming the show and still hadn’t had a group dinner yet. So Zhou Keyu finds himself sitting on the end of the table, Bai Yu opposite him and Dilireba next to him, each of them with their own little hot pot in front of them.
“Only because you won!” Liu Yuning argues from across the table from Reba, followed by a round of laughter.
“Thank God I didn’t choose him as my X,” Jin Jing says, with a pointed look at Bai Yu, and he rises to the bait.
“What do you mean?! I’m a great X, thank you very much!”
“You haven’t even been X yet, Lao Bai,” Liu Yuning sighs in exasperation, picking at his pot. “Don’t underestimate how hard it is.”
“The fact that you’ve been X like four times now and only won once with me probably goes to show that you’re the problem,” Bai Yu retorts, and Zhang Linghe muffles his snort of laughter into his pot from further down the table. “Reba didn’t find it that hard!”
Zhou Keyu has a smile on his face as he eats, feeling himself relax a little from the constant state of hyperactivity in his brain. Even if he looks up and finds Bai Yu looking back at him as he takes a sip of his beer. Zhou Keyu immediately buries his head back into his own hot pot, resolutely keeping his eyes away from Bai Yu.
It proves to be extremely difficult to do, especially as he feels Bai Yu’s foot tap against his own under the table. He jumps a little, startling Reba next to him. “You okay, didi?” she asks, chewing.
“I’m fine, this is just—a bit spicy,” Zhou Keyu says quickly, with an embarrassed little laugh. He watches as Ning-ge wordlessly stands straightaway and grabs the pitcher of water for him, pouring him a glass, handing it to him over the table with his long arms.
Zhou Keyu takes it with a mumble of thanks, but nearly spits the water back out when he feels Bai-ge’s foot again, this time tapping at his calf.
He turns widened eyes onto him, only to find Bai-ge with his usual smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He hides it behind a swig of beer, but the glint of amusement in his eyes remain.
It’s all Zhou Keyu can do to try to just eat like a normal person.
Eventually Bai-ge stops hooking his foot around Zhou Keyu’s ankle. “I think it’s time for us to call it a night, don’t you think, Ning-ge?”
Before Zhou Keyu could even start feeling that pang in his chest as he thinks of the two of them being something that he can’t fit in, Liu Yuning looks up and hums, shoving a last bite in his mouth. “Mhmm. You coming, Keyu?” he says with his mouth full but Zhou Keyu can’t even find it in himself to think of him as anything but cute.
He feels his heart nearly stutter to a stop in his chest at the expectant look in Ning-ge’s eyes, at the implications of his words, and feels the tips of his ears start burning.
“Yes, yes of course ge,” he trips over himself in his haste to agree and Jin Jing lets out a little teasing singsong with a complimentary eyebrow wiggle.
All of a sudden, Zhang Linghe and Liu Yuning are both out of their seats, racing each other to the restaurant counter. Bai Yu barks out a laugh before he too gets up, although at a far more leisurely pace than the other two, and follows them to the counter.
“I heard you spent a night in Bai laoshi’s room.”
Zhou Keyu freezes a little and turns slowly to face Jin Jing’s raised eyebrow. He realises belatedly that he’s now left with the girls, who are both giving him knowing looks. “I—yes?” is the only thing he manages to say.
“Are you okay?” Reba asks him, voice low, leaning in closer.
“I’m fine! How did you know?” Zhou Keyu turns narrowed eyes onto Jin Jing, who just gives him a big grin.
“Your manager told my manager!” she chuckles cheekily and Zhou Keyu feels heat start rising up to his cheeks. Hopefully he can pass it off as an after effect of the spicy soup he chose. He would need to speak to his manager later—for now he can just hope she didn’t give out too many details.
“You’ve been a bit absent recently,” Reba says softly before she nods over at the three of them. “Is it because of them?”
Zhou Keyu looks at her and finds himself completely trapped in her eyes, the way they bore into him. It feels almost like she’s looking right through whatever exterior he presents, and straight down to his core, reading him like a book. “Yes,” he eventually replies, because what’s the point in lying anyways?
“But you’re okay?” Reba asks again, peering at his face like she’s not asking if he has any injuries on his skin.
Zhou Keyu lets his eyes stray to the three of them still squabbling over at the restaurant counter.
“Let me pay, I’m the one who insisted on having a group dinner! So I should be paying!”
“No Linghe, I can’t have you pay, I’m the oldest here so it’s only fair if I treat everyone.”
“That’s right, let Ning-ge pay.”
Zhou Keyu can feel his own smile as he watches them fight over the right to pay like middle aged aunties. The reply comes easier to him. “Yeah. I’m okay.”
Zhou Keyu feels his whole body literally vibrating in anticipation as the three of them tumble into his own hotel room this time—not that there’s any difference in what each room has, aside from the messy pile of clothing stacked on top of Zhou Keyu’s luggage. He kicks the suitcase aside and doesn’t even let Bai-ge toe his shoes off fully before he’s pulling him in by the front of his shirt and crushing their mouths together.
“Calm down,” he vaguely hears Ning-ge chuckle from somewhere behind him. “You’re not on heat this time.”
No, he’s not, but with the way his body responds to Bai-ge’s mouth moving against his, the way he feels the flare of want coming to a boil in his belly, he may as well be on heat. Zhou Keyu lets a soft whine escape from his throat as Bai-ge tugs him closer with his hands on Zhou Keyu’s hips. He can feel the warmth of his hands almost burning through his jeans, searing into his skin. It’s deeper, more pressing, than the kiss Ning-ge left against his mouth in the bathroom days ago. It feels more like Bai-ge might try to suck his heart out of his ribcage through his mouth, and honestly Zhou Keyu would let him, as long as Bai-ge can keep kissing him like this.
He presses himself against Bai-ge, closer, tighter, trying to feel him through his clothes and whines like a cat wanting to be fed when Bai-ge pulls away with a chuckle on his lips. “I don’t particularly fancy fucking you standing up,” he says pointedly and Zhou Keyu nearly falls over in his haste to get to the bedroom.
He doesn’t notice the amused look geges share between them as they trail after him. Zhou Keyu struggles to notice anything other than the dizzying desire burning through his chest, leaving him completely breathless. He’s still reeling from how easy it was to get geges to join him in his hotel room, from how eagerly Bai-ge kissed him back.
He’s still reeling from the way they both clearly want him, if the way Ning-ge shoves him down on the bed is any indication. “My turn,” Ning-ge whispers, before leaning down over him and stealing his breath out of his mouth.
Zhou Keyu keens as Ning-ge presses a knee between his legs, his thighs parting for him without any further thought. He’s too busy arching up off the bed, too busy groaning as Ning-ge sucks on his tongue, that he startles a little at the feeling of fingers deftly undoing his jeans.
Zhou Keyu wraps his arms around Ning-ge’s neck in an attempt to keep him here forever, so he can keep kissing him forever, hips rocking against Ning-ge’s knee pressed against his crotch. He won’t even mind if they just let him come from riding Ning-ge’s long slender thighs, but it seems like they have other ideas.
He feels Bai-ge’s hands tugging his pants down, Ning-ge’s hands cupping his jaw, tilting his face up to lick deliciously into Zhou Keyu’s mouth, feels the warmth of Ning-ge’s breath, the coolness of air on his hot, hot skin as his underwear is peeled away too… he’s nearly too cooked to comprehend the words whispered in his ear.
“What do you want?” Bai-ge’s voice, low with a promise for more. Ning-ge pulls away from his mouth, flicking his tongue at the trail of saliva that follows after his lips, so he can answer. Zhou Keyu can hardly remember his own name let alone remember what Bai-ge actually asked him.
Bai-ge repeats his question, just for Zhou Keyu to stare up at him blankly, eyes unfocused, red bitten lips swollen and glistening with spit. What does he want? What doesn’t he want? He wants Ning-ge’s tongue back in his mouth, wants Ning-ge’s fingers, Bai-ge’s cock, Ning-ge’s cock, Bai-ge’s mouth…
He just swallows heavily, looking between them. “Anything you’re willing to give me.” There’s a moan from one of them, or maybe both of them. Zhou Keyu feels a shiver tingle all the way down to his toes in pleasure just from that one sound, the one sound that tells him all he needs to know. That they want him.
He grabs at Ning-ge’s thigh without an ounce of coordination. “Fuck,” he hears Ning-ge bite out.
That’s how he ends up with Bai-ge in his mouth, moving his hips desperately against Ning-ge’s thigh. Bai-ge had climbed up to straddle his head, knees on either side of his face, as Zhou Keyu reached eagerly for his cock heavy with want right in front of his face. He keens, grinding harder against Ning-ge’s thigh, suckling harder at the head of Bai-ge’s cock.
Bai-ge has his head tilted back, eyes closed, and even though he can’t see Ning-ge, he can feel the way his thigh is trembling as he holds himself back. Zhou Keyu rolls his hips faster and hears a bitten off sound from behind Bai-ge, knowing very well he’s giving Ning-ge a very good show of just how he can move his hips.
“Focus,” he hears from above him and he lifts his eyes, looking up at Bai-ge. Zhou Keyu lets out a muffled little sound, just to show that he’d heard, that yes Bai-ge he will, and sucks at Bai-ge properly, hollowing his cheeks rhythmically while his hand fits around the rest of Bai-ge that he can’t get in his mouth.
He may not know what he’s doing—he hasn’t really done this before, only quick messy hand jobs in the shower with a select few of the other boys in the group he was in before— but Ning-ge had loved it the last time. Bai-ge is a little pickier, alternating between deep groans and soft murmurs of instructions, telling him how he likes it.
“Pull back, lick at the slit—fuck, yes, that’s it,” he gasps. Zhou Keyu has always prided himself on being a fast learner. He groans muffled around Bai-ge’s cock when he feels a hand grip his hair. It’s the only warning he gets before Bai-ge starts rolling his hips into his throat and Zhou Keyu nearly chokes on his moan in surprise.
“Relax,” Bai-ge grits out, sounding every bit as on edge and teetering over it as Zhou Keyu feels. “Relax your throat for me, didi.”
Zhou Keyu is good at following instructions. He’s good at following the choreographer’s every move, good at being told how to pose in front of the camera. He’s good too, at loosening his throat and letting Bai-ge fuck his mouth until he comes, spilling so suddenly down his throat that Zhou Keyu lets out a gasp in surprise, hips stuttering against Ning-ge’s thigh as Bai-ge’s cum trickles out the corner of his mouth and runs down into the sheets.
He chokes on it a little, spluttering, until Bai-ge reaches down with a thumb brushing against his cheek, whispering breathless praises, telling him how good he’s been. Zhou Keyu can’t help but lean into his touch, even though he knows he must look like an absolute mess right now, hair pulled this way and that with cum dribbling from his mouth.
“Is it my turn yet?” comes Ning-ge’s voice from further down the bed. When Bai-ge finally moves to the side with a chuckle, Zhou Keyu gets a glimpse of Ning-ge’s cock, the entire length of it a delightful red and curved tall up against his belly. He feels his mouth go dry. When did he undress?
Bai-ge settles down on the bed next to Zhou Keyu, watching him with eyes softened from his orgasm, as Ning-ge moves between his open legs. There’s no slick this time to ease the slide and Zhou Keyu did not know what he was expecting—he was definitely not expecting Ning-ge to throw both of his legs over his shoulders and bend down to lick at his entrance.
Zhou Keyu yelps a little, squirming, before he feels more hands on him—Bai-ge, undoubtedly, reaching over to hold him down as Ning-ge licks into him, coating his hole in spit. Zhou Keyu feels every inch of his legs trembling over Ning-ge’s shoulders. It’s strange, the poking of Ning-ge’s wet tongue against him, inside him, but not in a bad way at all. He moans softly as Ning-ge starts moving his tongue in and out, in and out. He feels himself almost slip into a hazy dream, a blissful state, of nothing just the squelching of saliva inside him, the hot breaths hitting the back of his thighs and the feeling of geges hands on him. Such a haze, that he feels like he might either fall into it and drift off, or break through the surface and come untouched.
The latter would’ve been far more likely, but he’s broken out of it by the pressing of Ning-ge’s cock against him and he keens. His own cock is painfully hard and throbbing—it might just take one thrust of Ning-ge inside him to make him come.
It’s an almost out of body experience when Ning-ge pushes slowly inside him, the way he can hear his own loud moan as he grabs at Ning-ge’s shoulders, digging his nails in. He closes his eyes, back arching off the table in an attempt to push himself closer to Ning-ge as he moves slowly inside him, feeling the dragging of every inch of Ning-ge’s cock against his walls. Every single nerve feels like a lit string of a firecracker, fizzing along from every touch, ready to fire off into a beautiful explosion between them at any moment.
Perhaps last time he was too drowned out by the desperation of his heat that the rest of his senses felt muted in comparison. But today, today he feels every single touch, the burning of every single inch of skin that touches Ning-ge’s body. And when he turns his head to the side, Bai-ge captures his lips in a deep kiss, swallowing down his moans as he comes all over himself.
When Liu Yuning comes soon after, Zhou Keyu is still shivering all over deep in the after effects of his orgasm, still shaking from the force with which he came, still pressing sleepy kisses to Bai Yu’s lips. Liu Yuning’s hands are on him, stroking his waist, lips pressed to Zhou Keyu’s forehead. He whispers breathless praises into strands of sweaty hair, feeling the shivers finally leave Zhou Keyu’s body as he passes out.