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It’s his night, no one can argue that. He doesn’t usually put himself up for Man of the Match, but even considering Hugo’s incredible performance in the first half he suspects it’ll be going to him. Three goals. He’s taking the match ball home. It’s the perfect feeling, knowing that you’ve had that sort of night, that you’ve done everything expected of you and more.
There’s a few more conflicting emotions swimming around after the game, though. He almost feels guilty. Last time, Harry hadn’t been around, so it had been nothing to forget about him for a while and go off with someone else after the game. This time, Harry’s there, warm and loving, catching Heungmin when he jumps into his arms, like he always, always does.
But Cuti’s there too, and he can’t deny there’s something between them, stoking heat low in his stomach.
He’d been his usual self on the pitch, even if he’d left his hair alone this time. Cuti had given him an affectionate shove after he’d scored, but Heungmin had pushed back, and he’d smiled so widely before grabbing him in a rough hug, one tattooed arm slung around his neck.
He hadn’t seemed to want to let Heungmin go when they’d hugged at full time either. Everyone else had been dancing and celebrating, but Cuti had been a little more serious about it. He’d curled an arm around Heungmin’s stomach, hand pressed hard into his back, and clung to him, just for a moment. It had made him think.
Cuti’s been working hard on his English, since he’s set on staying. Heungmin hopes desperately that they can keep him past the end of his loan. Both for the team, and for himself. He’s doing well, actually, having moved on from words and phrases into full sentences, and it’s helping him fit in with the team even better than he already did, the gap in their defence feeling more full by the day.
He’s still not even close to fluent, but Heungmin barely notices. They’ve never needed a common language to communicate before, and they don’t need one now. They managed to get to this point without it, this point where Cuti has him pushed up against the cold wall of the shower, one hand tight in his hair and one at the small of his back, pulling Heungmin in closer as they grind against each other under the water. This is becoming a habit for them.
He’s not sure that he feels like giving in and letting himself be pushed around this time, though. Not tonight, after that game. So he shoves back at Cuti, flipping them around so he’s the one against the wall, and muscles back into his space.
It’s easy for other people to forget that he’s a six foot tall professional athlete, that he’s strong and capable, that his body is a machine he’s purposefully designed. They’re always underestimating him.
Cuti blinks in surprise, but then he grins widely, and he allows himself to be shoved up against the wall where Heungmin wants him. He shoves a leg between Cuti’s, and in return his hand threads its way back into Heungmin’s hair and tugs, just enough to sting a little.
His other hand slips down between his cheeks, fingers grazing over his hole, and when Heungmin shivers and pushes himself forward into him Cuti hooks the tip of one dry finger inside him. He’s got nice fingers. Heungmin’s noticed them before. He appreciates them right now.
It’s more teasing than actually fulfilling, though, especially the longer it goes on. Cuti’s just playing with his rim, not really putting anything inside him, and it makes Heungmin bite back a groan of frustration.
He looks around at what they’ve got available. The body lotion on the shelf is going to have to do. He’s not quite at the level of bringing lube with him every time he has a shower. Not yet, anyway.
He reaches over for it, and the movement dislodges Cuti’s hands on him but he immediately puts them back, like he can’t keep himself from touching. He’s quick to take the hint, lubing up a finger to slip inside Heungmin, working it in easily where he’s so relaxed, so ready. It’s nice, really nice, but it’s not enough, not at a time like this.
“Dos,” he says, and Cuti pauses for a moment, taking it in. Heungmin likes learning a little bit of everyone’s languages. They always like it too, and he thinks it makes them feel more at home. He’s been working on his Duolingo, important phrases only to start with. Harder, more, please. Just in case he needs them.
Cuti’s happy enough to oblige, though, and he fits a second finger in next to the first, pumping them in and out of him, occasionally grazing his prostate and making him twitch. He leaves a trail of potentially bruising kisses down his neck. Heungmin’s always liked his mouth.
“Sonny?” he hears from outside. It’s unmistakably Harry’s voice, his familiar lisp, his slurred consonants.
“Yeah?” he calls back.
The door slides open then, Harry obviously comfortable seeing Heungmin naked, but he blinks in surprise at the parts of the picture before him he couldn’t have known to expect.
There’s two of them there, pressed up close together under the water with Cuti’s hand working behind Heungmin. It’s very, very clear what they’re doing.
“Oh,” Harry says awkwardly, “Sorry.”
“Hi, H,” Heungmin says back, and smiles brightly.
If it had been the two of them who were interrupted, Harry probably would have stood in front of him, shielded him from sight with his own naked body, the picture of chivalry. Cuti doesn’t even react to the intrusion, just continues his journey down Heungmin’s neck. He doesn’t mind that at all.
“I just wanted to-” Harry starts, and then breaks off. His cheeks are going endearingly pink, and there’s a flush spreading down his chest where he’s only wearing a towel slung low around his waist. “You’re busy, though. I’ll go.”
“I’m not too busy for you, H,” Heungmin says. “You don’t have to leave.” He surprises himself with his boldness. This isn’t something they’ve done before, despite the opportunities.
Harry chews on his bottom lip for a moment, considering. Heungmin looks back at Cuti, inclines his head towards Harry and raises his eyebrows. Cuti gets it, instinctively, like he always seems to, and he says, “Okay,” and his grin widens.
Heungmin scored a hat trick tonight. He won them three points, kept them in a Champions League spot. He can have what he likes.
Harry slides the door shut behind him. The plastic seals thud as they make contact, echoing in the closed space.
He takes a step over to where Heungmin’s still tangled up with Cuti, looking unsure of where exactly he fits in. Cuti’s noticed it, though, and he pulls his fingers out of Heungmin, spinning him around before he can even complain that they’re gone.
He’s almost on display like this, presented to Harry hard and ready. He’s got Cuti at his back, quickly slipping his fingers back in where he’s so open, and Harry at his front, leaning in to kiss him, deep and dirty.
Cuti tugs at Heungmin’s hair again, pulling his head back and exposing his neck for Harry to kiss, because they both know how much he likes that.
Harry’s eyes are sharp, making sure Cuti’s not being too rough. He’s not, though, not any rougher than Heungmin wants, so he gives Harry a sunny smile, and his face relaxes.
Cuti’s fingers are still moving inside him, a third added now, one for every goal. Harry’s hand is tight around his cock, grinding his own against Heungmin’s stomach in a way that suggests he doesn’t even really realise he’s doing it. It’s overwhelming, this many hands. They’re all roughly the same height, but it’s making Heungmin feel sort of small being sandwiched between these two big men, both so focused on him.
Harry sinks down to the floor then, kissing his way down Heungmin’s body as he goes. It’ll make his knees sore tomorrow. He won’t complain, though. It’s not his way.
He leans his head on Heungmin’s inner thigh for a minute, just looks up at him from where he’s kneeling. Heungmin runs a hand through his hair, shorter now, and Harry smiles up at him. His face is so soft and open like this, and Heungmin loves it. Blue eyes, pointy nose, smile almost sweet despite what they’re doing. His English spaniel.
Harry wraps his lips around his cock then, so lovingly, and Heungmin bucks forward into it. Harry just goes with it, lets him use his mouth how he likes. The wet warmth of it around him, combined with the sparks of Cuti’s fingers grazing over his prostate, is setting a heat low in his stomach, growing hotter the longer it goes on.
Cuti’s grinding his cock up against Heungmin’s arse as he fingers him, sliding through the crease in a mimicry of fucking, and it makes Cuti groan and Heungmin whine every time the blunt head catches on the rim of his hole.
The movements of Cuti’s fingers still, and he grinds his cock against him more deliberately this time.
“Can I?” he asks, and Heungmin gasps out a “yeah”, because it’s better than “please”. He’s already so stretched out from Cuti’s long fingers that it’s light work to ease his cock in. The sweet familiar burn makes his head swim, though, and Cuti wraps an arm around his chest to keep him standing upright. He’s just so full, so overstimulated already, and Harry Kane’s sucking his cock on top of all that.
Cuti sets a steady pace behind him, grinding in slow and deep in deference to their limitations. It’s not easy to get a good hard rhythm going when they’re already limited by space, with Harry in front of him too. Harry never stops sucking him off, and it’s almost too much, the twin sensations from the two of them, rhythms syncing up.
Cuti thrusts in a little too hard, and it pushes Heungmin forward, and Harry gags as his cock’s forced down his throat. He pulls off for a moment, eyes streaming. Neither of them bother apologising to him. It’s not as if he looks like he minds.
Heungmin misses his mouth immediately, but that doesn’t last long. Harry takes a break to dip down and suck Heungmin’s balls into his mouth, first one and then the other, and it makes him swear and his knees shake, and it’s a fight to stay upright. He’s being firmly anchored between the two of them, though.
They’re both doing their best to keep him still between them, four strong hands on his hips, so all he has to do is stay standing and take the adoration he’s given. It’s getting harder by the minute, but he’s safe in the knowledge that if he falls one of them will catch him.
It’s boiling in the shower, three of them sharing body heat, working up a sweat with the hot water pounding down onto them. Heungmin’s starting to get a little light headed, whether from the temperature or the feeling, the constant feeling.
Harry finally gets his mouth back on his cock, lips forming a tight hot seal around him, the wetness of it impossible to ignore. Cuti steps his pace up a notch, fucking him faster and harder, cock head hammering his prostate. Harry doesn’t stop, and Cuti doesn’t stop, and he feels it in his joints, barrelling towards him like a freight train.
“I’m-,” he gasps, almost beyond speech, “I’m-“ and that’s all the warning he manages to give before he’s coming, almost painfully hard, eyes screwed shut and moans echoing off the shower walls.
He hears Cuti swear in Spanish behind him as he clenches around his cock. Not a word he recognises, unfortunately. He’ll have to learn that one. Heungmin comes for what seems like an incredibly long time, and Cuti joins him very shortly into it, thrusts short and hard, fingers digging into his hips hard enough to bruise.
Harry’s soft mouth is a willing receptacle, and he swallows almost all of it, always eager to please, to do his best for Heungmin, but abruptly the sensation is too much, and he has to reluctantly pull away. He staggers back, leaning heavily on the shelf on the wall, unable to keep his footing. Cuti follows him, dragged along where they’re still joined together, but he pulls out quickly, letting Heungmin take a break from feeling quite so much.
Harry’s still knelt on the floor, a drop of cum having fallen from his chin to his chest. Heungmin watches it fall, dripping slowly down him. He’s so perfect like this, face flushed, towel fallen away to expose how hard he is. Heungmin aches to touch him. He would, if he had the energy. Cuti steps over to him instead, though.
He looks back at him, like he’s asking Heungmin’s permission, and it sends a thrill through him. He nods, and Cuti smiles again and hauls Harry to his feet. Heungmin just watches, dazed, as they kiss, as Cuti’s hand finds Harry’s cock to wank him off hard and fast until he’s groaning into Cuti’s mouth and coming over his tattoos.
He stores that visual away to memorise. He’s not really in a position to do anything about it right now, not now he’s just cum so hard after playing eighty minutes of football, and at twenty nine besides. Still, it’ll be good to keep in mind for the future.
Harry looks dazed. Heungmin’s still catching his breath. Cuti, who’s younger than either of them, doesn’t look nearly so affected, that familiar grin on his face as he struts back over to the shower head, rinsing himself off under the stream.
He stops to kiss Heungmin before he leaves, and Heungmin can sort of taste himself, shared between the three of them. Cuti’s gentle until he tugs sharply at the longer hair on the top of his head. Heungmin yelps, somehow not expecting it despite knowing him as well as he does, and Cuti laughs. Suddenly it’s just camaraderie between teammates again. Heungmin shoves affectionately at his chest, and Cuti ruffles the hair he’s pulled, leaving with one last kiss to his cheekbone. Heungmin watches him go, and then the door slides shut behind him, and he turns his gaze back to the other man in the room.
Harry looks as good as he always does, the flush in his cheeks gradually retreating but his eyes bright as ever.
“Fuck,” he says eloquently, and runs a hand through his wet hair.
“Yeah,” Heungmin agrees. “Next week?”