#lishan

He drags his left hand across She Li's wet cock and begins to slowly pump it back and forth. It's his way of giving She Li some of his attention while he focuses more on He Tian. Don't want anyone feeling left out in a threesome.

Guan Shan holds He Tian steady as he wraps his lips around him and slowly sinks his head forward, taking him in all the way. When the tip hits the back of his throat, he hears He Tian groan lowly and looks up to catch his gaze. But He Tian's unable to hold it for long, especially when Guan Shan moves his tongue around, his eyes fall shut as he lets out another low groan.

Guan Shan blushes, finding He Tian's reaction incredibly hot. This silently encourages him to double his efforts - bobbing his head back and forth, sucking him off with audible slurps. He can feel He Tian twitching and throbbing in his mouth, his constant lewd gasps and groans setting a growing fire in his stomach. Without even touching himself, Guan Shan knows he's hard too.

He returns to She Li, dribbling a generous amount of saliva onto his cock to match the slick layer on He Tian’s. Then he pulls the stiff, wet members closer and closer together until their tips meet, like the point of a triangle. He notices both of them flinch momentarily, a small twitch in their hips, at the sudden contact of their most sensitive body parts, but neither She Li nor He Tian verbally object, so Guan Shan continues to do as he pleases.

Opening wide, Guan Shan stuffs both heads inside his willing mouth. Given their thickness, they don't get very far past that, but it's enough for both men to grab hold of his hair and shoulders for support. They're completely at his mercy.

He sucks and licks as much as the position allows, ensuring his lips stay firmly sealed around them, keeping it snug and pulling them closer together. Closing his eyes, he surrenders to the sensations, embracing the stretch, the struggle to breathe, and the pressure of their fingers gripping his hair. He moves his mouth in rhythm, sucking them in and out, while his hands pump the parts his mouth can’t reach. He savours the sounds of their pleasure above him, his tongue pressing flat against their dicks as they rub together inside him.

Guan Shan is so absorbed in the moment that he barely registers the low exchange happening above him, with He Tian muttering, “Don’t.”

He doesn’t catch She Li’s huffed reply either, “Oh, come on, don’t be such a-”

“-Try to kiss me again, and I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

He Tian's piercing words crash into Guan Shan mid-action, freezing him in place. Paralysed between them, he glances upwards to find He Tian and She Li locked in a silent but blistering glare, tension crackling between them like static. Guan Shan’s gaze shifts nervously between them, trying to piece it together. From the sounds of it, he thinks She Li must have tried to kiss He Tian – and He Tian’s reaction had been nothing short of hostile.  

“Oh, fuck off,” She Li bellows, rolling his eyes dramatically before gesturing down at Guan Shan, still kneeling between them. “Our dicks are literally touching right now, and this is what freaks you out?” 

Guan Shan hesitates before slowly releasing them from his mouth and awkwardly dropping them from his grip, unsure of what to do with himself now. He’s heard of threesomes getting messy, sure, but this is a whole new level of awkward. The mood has shifted completely – tense and heavy. Neither man seems to notice him anymore, too absorbed in their silent battle of wills, and Guan Shan finds himself trapped, forced to read their unspoken argument.  

He Tian’s expression doesn’t waver, his gaze stays sharp until She Li breaks the tension with a theatrical sigh, throwing his hands up in mock surrender, “Fine. Stay weird about it, you fucking repressed, fun-sucking prude.”

Without another word, He Tian walks away. Whether he’s leaving to cool off or tapping out altogether, Guan Shan doesn’t know. He only hopes it’s the former. Feeling unsure, he looks over at She Li, waiting for some sort of direction now that this interruption has thrown him off his routine. 

She Li’s frustration melts away as he glances back at Guan Shan, his smirk softening into something almost playful. “Sorry about him,” She Li says breezily, “He’s picky like that.”

Before Guan Shan can respond, She Li reaches down, sliding his hands under Guan Shan’s arms and hoisting him effortlessly to his feet. Guan Shan barely has a moment to steady himself before She Li is in his face, his smirk curving into something sharp and wicked. “I can still kiss you, though.”

And then he’s kissing him. Fiercely.  

She Li’s mouth is demanding, his lips insistent as his tongue delves inside with no hesitation. Guan Shan feels the rough grip of She Li’s hand at the back of his neck, holding him steady, pulling him closer as the kiss grows hotter, more shameless, almost dizzying.