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Three [Guang Hong/Leo/Phichit]
Title: Three
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Characters/Pairing: Guang Hong/Leo/Phichit
Rating: 18+
Length: 1175
Summary: Guang Hong is with Phichit; together, they're remembering a night they spent with Leo.
Other: I think I originally had something longer in mind for this, but for now, here we are.
Three
Phichit's fingers brush against Guang Hong's face. They trace the curve of his lips, the shape of his mouth.
The two of them rest together, draped over the bed in Phichit's flat in Bangkok. It is not the first time he has come to visit him, and it will not be the last, and the two of them treasure every moment that they have together.
Guang Hong closes his eyes. Parts his lips and lets the pads of Phichit's fingers press between them, sliding past his teeth and into his mouth. He can feel the warmth Phichit's body as he coils against him behind, pressing as close to him as he can. Phichit's nose grazes against his neck, his breath fluttering against Guang Hong's skin as he nuzzles against him.
Their bodies fit together perfectly, and this feeling is both comfortable and familiar.
It is also other things. It reminds him of other things. Other nights.
Guang Hong slides his tongue along the underside of Phichit's fingers.
"Who are you thinking about?"
Phichit's voice is light, and cheerful, and quiet. He's smiling, not at him, but just in joy at this private moment they're sharing. And maybe it is also because he knows. Because he can tell what is on Guang Hong's mind, just like that, without him having to say a word.
And maybe he's thinking about it too.
Flush pools on Guang Hong's cheeks and spreads along his throat. He's not embarrassed, not at all, he just –
He can't reply with his mouth full like this.
The way they're here like this, together like this, coiled together like a couple of prawns makes that night come back to him. The press of something past his lips and into his mouth, and Phichit's voice behind him, close to his ear. Guang Hong remembers it easily, all of it, that night the three of them spent together at last year's Worlds.
Guang Hong remembers a warm hand cupping his face, brushing a thumb along his jaw, the touch as soft as a prayer. Remembers looking up, lifting his gaze to where Leo sat watching him in the warm glow of the lamplight, his eyes gentle and dark, his cheeks flushed deep red.
All of the want comes back as he thinks of it. Opening his mouth for Leo, taking him in. Dipping his head, ducking it slowly, letting his mouth do things that he has done with him before, but never with someone else there.
He remembers Phichit behind him, draped over him, his words so encouraging even though they were only half-coherent, coming out in breathless gasps as he thrust between Guang Hong's thighs.
Leo's long fingers coiled in his hair. But they didn't grip him too hard, not too tight. Even when Guang Hong was there between his legs, sucking him off, Leo was always considerate. And as Guang Hong dipped his head down, down, down, until he couldn't take him in any deeper, in that moment there was nothing but himself, and the two of them, and that night.
Guang Hong thinks about that, and sighs around Phichit's fingers.
"It's too bad he isn't here, isn't it?"
Stop teasing me like this, Guang Hong wants to say.
He could do that. Say it, move his head away, get those fingers out of his mouth so he can speak. But he isn't really bothered, not really. Phichit is just saying what the both of them are thinking, anyway. He's become very good at knowing when they both have the same thing on their mind.
That was the last time they were all together, the three of them, and he doesn't know when they will be together like that again. He wants it. The more he thinks about it, and the more he remembers that night, the more he wants to be pressed between the two of them. Most of his fantasies since that night have been about both of them.
It's okay, Guang Hong tells himself. He can be patient. It's something to look forward to. But that doesn't change that the feeling is practically an ache.
For now, at least he has Phichit. And Phichit, knowing what he's thinking, slides his fingers out of Guang Hong's mouth and trails his hand down, down, down along his throat. Down, brushing against collar bones, down his chest, sliding along his waist. He dips his hand under Guang Hong's shirt, brushing his warm, damp fingers against his skin.
Guang Hong's breath catches. A deep blush spreads over his cheeks again, as if he ever stopped blushing to begin with. The touch is hardly anything compared to what came before that, the invitation that he so easily opened his mouth to accept, but somehow that, that small amount of contact, is more than that, more than anything.
He presses back against him, shifts back against the warm, strong curve of Phichit's body. Moves his arms just enough to give him more room to let his hands slide. The way they're positioned is awkward and for a moment, Guang Hong thinks about asking him to move, so Phichit could hold him more easily. Wrap his arms around him. But not yet, maybe not yet. The touch is too distracting, those bare fingertips brushing along his skin.
A shaking exhale of breath against his neck. Phichit.
"I missed you, you know."
The words are soft, said more quietly than they usually would be, and Guang Hong has heard them before, but they still make him shiver. Or maybe it's just because of the way Phichit slides his hand low, gripping him gently by the hip to pull him close, closer.
"I know," Guang Hong whispers. Smiles, a little. It's nice to hear it. To know it. And to feel... this. Everything, as Phichit's hand moves again, trails along his waistband, dipping fingers between fabric and skin. Not going anywhere, not just yet. He's taking his time.
Normally, Phichit doesn't take his time, not quite like this. Leo is the one who does that; his hands are slow, ponderous, reverent. Even when they haven't seen each other in months, Leo likes to go slowly, savouring it, drawing out every kiss until neither of them can stand it any more. And usually Guang Hong is the first to break, biting at his lips, pressing him against the nearest flat surface, taking things into his own hands because if he didn't he'd beg him to go faster, to not be so gentle. Sometimes that happens anyway.
Phichit usually isn't like that. He usually isn't slow. But maybe, Guang Hong thinks, as he breathes and shivers as those fingertips move slowly, slowly, slowly, maybe it's just because he's been here a few days. Three days. And he'll be here for a while longer after that. They took care of the ache of separation on the first night, and the night after that. His lips feel tender from those hard, desperate kisses.
Now that it's over, maybe he wants to take it slow.
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Characters/Pairing: Guang Hong/Leo/Phichit
Rating: 18+
Length: 1175
Summary: Guang Hong is with Phichit; together, they're remembering a night they spent with Leo.
Other: I think I originally had something longer in mind for this, but for now, here we are.
Three
Phichit's fingers brush against Guang Hong's face. They trace the curve of his lips, the shape of his mouth.
The two of them rest together, draped over the bed in Phichit's flat in Bangkok. It is not the first time he has come to visit him, and it will not be the last, and the two of them treasure every moment that they have together.
Guang Hong closes his eyes. Parts his lips and lets the pads of Phichit's fingers press between them, sliding past his teeth and into his mouth. He can feel the warmth Phichit's body as he coils against him behind, pressing as close to him as he can. Phichit's nose grazes against his neck, his breath fluttering against Guang Hong's skin as he nuzzles against him.
Their bodies fit together perfectly, and this feeling is both comfortable and familiar.
It is also other things. It reminds him of other things. Other nights.
Guang Hong slides his tongue along the underside of Phichit's fingers.
"Who are you thinking about?"
Phichit's voice is light, and cheerful, and quiet. He's smiling, not at him, but just in joy at this private moment they're sharing. And maybe it is also because he knows. Because he can tell what is on Guang Hong's mind, just like that, without him having to say a word.
And maybe he's thinking about it too.
Flush pools on Guang Hong's cheeks and spreads along his throat. He's not embarrassed, not at all, he just –
He can't reply with his mouth full like this.
The way they're here like this, together like this, coiled together like a couple of prawns makes that night come back to him. The press of something past his lips and into his mouth, and Phichit's voice behind him, close to his ear. Guang Hong remembers it easily, all of it, that night the three of them spent together at last year's Worlds.
Guang Hong remembers a warm hand cupping his face, brushing a thumb along his jaw, the touch as soft as a prayer. Remembers looking up, lifting his gaze to where Leo sat watching him in the warm glow of the lamplight, his eyes gentle and dark, his cheeks flushed deep red.
All of the want comes back as he thinks of it. Opening his mouth for Leo, taking him in. Dipping his head, ducking it slowly, letting his mouth do things that he has done with him before, but never with someone else there.
He remembers Phichit behind him, draped over him, his words so encouraging even though they were only half-coherent, coming out in breathless gasps as he thrust between Guang Hong's thighs.
Leo's long fingers coiled in his hair. But they didn't grip him too hard, not too tight. Even when Guang Hong was there between his legs, sucking him off, Leo was always considerate. And as Guang Hong dipped his head down, down, down, until he couldn't take him in any deeper, in that moment there was nothing but himself, and the two of them, and that night.
Guang Hong thinks about that, and sighs around Phichit's fingers.
"It's too bad he isn't here, isn't it?"
Stop teasing me like this, Guang Hong wants to say.
He could do that. Say it, move his head away, get those fingers out of his mouth so he can speak. But he isn't really bothered, not really. Phichit is just saying what the both of them are thinking, anyway. He's become very good at knowing when they both have the same thing on their mind.
That was the last time they were all together, the three of them, and he doesn't know when they will be together like that again. He wants it. The more he thinks about it, and the more he remembers that night, the more he wants to be pressed between the two of them. Most of his fantasies since that night have been about both of them.
It's okay, Guang Hong tells himself. He can be patient. It's something to look forward to. But that doesn't change that the feeling is practically an ache.
For now, at least he has Phichit. And Phichit, knowing what he's thinking, slides his fingers out of Guang Hong's mouth and trails his hand down, down, down along his throat. Down, brushing against collar bones, down his chest, sliding along his waist. He dips his hand under Guang Hong's shirt, brushing his warm, damp fingers against his skin.
Guang Hong's breath catches. A deep blush spreads over his cheeks again, as if he ever stopped blushing to begin with. The touch is hardly anything compared to what came before that, the invitation that he so easily opened his mouth to accept, but somehow that, that small amount of contact, is more than that, more than anything.
He presses back against him, shifts back against the warm, strong curve of Phichit's body. Moves his arms just enough to give him more room to let his hands slide. The way they're positioned is awkward and for a moment, Guang Hong thinks about asking him to move, so Phichit could hold him more easily. Wrap his arms around him. But not yet, maybe not yet. The touch is too distracting, those bare fingertips brushing along his skin.
A shaking exhale of breath against his neck. Phichit.
"I missed you, you know."
The words are soft, said more quietly than they usually would be, and Guang Hong has heard them before, but they still make him shiver. Or maybe it's just because of the way Phichit slides his hand low, gripping him gently by the hip to pull him close, closer.
"I know," Guang Hong whispers. Smiles, a little. It's nice to hear it. To know it. And to feel... this. Everything, as Phichit's hand moves again, trails along his waistband, dipping fingers between fabric and skin. Not going anywhere, not just yet. He's taking his time.
Normally, Phichit doesn't take his time, not quite like this. Leo is the one who does that; his hands are slow, ponderous, reverent. Even when they haven't seen each other in months, Leo likes to go slowly, savouring it, drawing out every kiss until neither of them can stand it any more. And usually Guang Hong is the first to break, biting at his lips, pressing him against the nearest flat surface, taking things into his own hands because if he didn't he'd beg him to go faster, to not be so gentle. Sometimes that happens anyway.
Phichit usually isn't like that. He usually isn't slow. But maybe, Guang Hong thinks, as he breathes and shivers as those fingertips move slowly, slowly, slowly, maybe it's just because he's been here a few days. Three days. And he'll be here for a while longer after that. They took care of the ache of separation on the first night, and the night after that. His lips feel tender from those hard, desperate kisses.
Now that it's over, maybe he wants to take it slow.