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Yejun lifted a hand from Lake’s hip and flipped West the bird, but he didn’t pull away from the kiss. His tongue drove forward, chasing after Lake’s as the two of them dueled for dominance. That was the only thing that made this sloppy. The obvious bid for control and the hesitancy whenever a part other than their lips met.

But West wasn’t wrong. It was…hot. Exciting, even. Nix felt a rush unlike anything else and it sort of scared him.

Was this why the club used sex as a weapon? Why they insisted on keeping films as blackmail, and why dominating someone else in the bedroom was seen as a testament to the level of power they held?

When he’d first arrived here, all of that had sounded like something out of a bad pornography, yet here he was, getting hard as he watched two men he’d also been intimate with swap saliva.

Mostly against their will.

Nix was fucked up, but that revelation wasn’t going to cause him to back down. He hadn’t started this to lose his conviction at just a kiss.

“June,” the nickname felt foreign and strange coming from him, but Nix forced himself to keep his cool, “put your hand in Lake’s pants.”

They both froze, and Lake pulled away first, turning to Nix who merely shrugged. When it became apparent he meant it, Lake reached to undo his dress pants.

“No,” Nix shook his head, “Yejun can do it.”

Yejun exhaled, the sound coming off more pissed off than anything. “You’re really choosing to take out your anger this way, Firebird?”

“I haven’t even begun yet.”

He made another sound but then quickly unsnapped the button on Lake’s pants, dragging the zipper down with the samelack of finesse. Yejun didn’t still until he’d cupped Lake through his black boxer briefs and the other man hissed.

“Before either of you think of lying about this not working,” Nix said, “I’d like to point out if you were able to give each other hand jobs before, clearly you’re not averse to one another’s touch. But if you need extra help, feel free to imagine it’s me you’re touching.”

Both Lake and Yejun seemed keen to that suggestion, and the latter started to move his hand, gently at first, massaging Lake through the thin cloth material in an attempt to arouse him.

“Kiss again,” Nix ordered, watching Lake’s cock come alive under Yejun’s persistent hand.

Lake took the initiative, leaning forward to capture Yejun’s lips. He bit at him and then grabbed onto his neck, hauling him forward while grinding against his palm at the same time. There was no denying he was horny now, lust getting the best of him as he used his best friend for pleasure.

Nix had never been more grateful that he wasn’t the jealous type. There were no negative feelings about this. The opposite, in fact. He shifted on his feet, aware that he was in danger of leaking through his pants, but unwilling to set down the multi-slate and stop filming to remove them.

He knew what that felt like, to be held by Lake and forced to take whatever he was willing to give.

To have all of Yejun’s passion aimed his way, those skilled fingers working their magic. Fingers that had slipped beneath the waistband of Lake’s underwear and pulled that needy cock free. They were working him in short pumps, Yejun paying extra care to Lake’s sensitive tip, as though he knew exactly where the Imperial liked to be touched most.

Those hand jobs they’d exchanged in the past must have been epic for him to recall tiny details such as that, and anylingering guilt—though small—Nix may have been feeling for making them do this vanished.

Suddenly, Yejun dropped to his knees, tugging down Lake’s pants and underwear to expose his entire front and ass.

“What are you doing?” Lake asked, which was good, because Nix had completely forgotten how to talk.

“Giving the Firebird what he really wants,” Yejun explained before he brought his face close to Lake’s leaking cock and licked at a bead of his precome. He turned and caught Nix’s gaze and opened his mouth wide enough to take in Lake’s flushed crown, sucking on it a bit before releasing with a pop that had everyone in the room shuddering.

“Do you like this, Nix?” he asked in a sultry tone that Nix felt all the way down to his toes. “Want us to keep going? You’re in charge here, baby. Tell us what you want and we’ll do it.”

He was performing for the camera. This was his way of showing Nix he was willing to do what it took to make things up to him, willing to prove himself through his actions instead of empty promises. It was what Nix had wanted, but he hesitated, momentarily wondering if this was really a punishment at all if they enjoyed it.

It didn’t take him long to come to the conclusion that he didn’t care.

Nix didn’t want to hurt them. This wasn’t about making them suffer in the same ways they’d made him. What he truly wanted was to be their equal, to make a stance and show them that he wouldn’t spend the rest of his life pushed over or pinned down.

If Yejun and Lake got off on this too, all the better.

At the end of the day, didn’t that still make Nix the winner?

“You’re so hard for him Lake,” Nix almost didn’t recognize the sound of his own voice as he spoke. “Is it because he smells nice?”

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