Xayah watched from the dance floor as Rakan slid through the crowd to go get them some drinks. Music flowed in her veins but it was not enough: there was a thrumming in her veins that could not be satisfied by dancing. She noticed a guy stopped to talk to Rakan at the bar. Not any guy, a guy who could have probably bench pressed Rakan, and her boyfriend was no slouch at 6 ft. either. Rakan's eyes found hers across the room and she could read a question as clear as day. They'd spent enough time dancing together the last 3 years to read each other's cues off the dance floor with the same ease they shared on the stage.
They were good at this, a hunt that set her nerve endings ablaze. When the hunt was successful, the three of them would have a good time, and when their previous night's partner decided to leave in the middle of night, it would only sting a little. As Xayah made her way through the crowd, she sincerely hoped this stranger stayed the night. She wouldn't say no to dragging the night out.
She saw the stranger lean into Rakan's space and her boyfriend whispered something in the stranger's ear that made him look in her direction. Xayah smiled as she stepped into Rakan's space, putting a hand on his arm, leaning slightly on him.
"This is Xayah," Rakan said, raising his voice to be heard over the music. "We think you're hot and we were wondering if we could buy you a drink?"
The stranger turned his gaze on Xayah and his surprised face went through a range of emotions before settling on amused. His bright blue eyes lit up as they took stock of her, clearly checking her out. Xayah smiled and the stranger's eyes snapped to her face, but he didn't appear to be shy about being caught looking.
"Xayah. A pleasure. I'm Sett." He took her free hand and brought it to his lips. Xayah bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. It was an endearing gesture but one she didn't need. She didn't want something gentle tonight, she wanted the searing touch of a stranger that lit both Rakan and her on fire. "Rakan didn't mention his… friend?"
"Girlfriend," Rakan corrected. "My girlfriend and I think you're hot. Is that better?"
Sett's face fell as he let go of her hand. He said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have."
She laughed. "It's fine, we're literally trying to buy you a drink."
Sett looked around before turning to them with a frown. "Did K'sante put you up to this?"
"Who?" Rakan asked.
"Never mind," he amended, shaking his head. Under his breath, he said "did I hit my head?"
Xayah didn't get a chance to reply, since the bartender arrived with the drinks Rakan had ordered for them both. Her boyfriend stopped the bartender and turned to Sett. "So, what are you drinking?"
With a last glance around, he turned to the bartender and said, "a vodka and a red bull, please."
The bartender looked between the three of them and winked. "Of course… coming right up," he said.
Xayah waited until the man left before asking Sett. "So, what do you do?"
"I'm a musician. A rapper. A friend of mine and I are putting a band together." He leaned a little closer. "Matter of fact, we came here to see a singer."
"Where's your friend?" Rakan asked.
"Where's the singer?" she asked.
"Hell if I know."
Xayah covered up her laugh by taking a sip of her cocktail, then thanked the bartender as he arrived with Sett's drink. The man opened the red bull, took a big gulp, then poured the rest in his vodka. Then he turned to them and asked "what about you? What do you do?"
"We're dancers," Rakan answered.
"You dance together?"
"Sometimes," Xayah said. "We dance in a group, but our director loves giving us sets together."
"I imagine it's easy to have the couple work together," he adds, taking a sip of his drink.
"They don't know we're a couple," her boyfriend said. "It's more fun this way."
Sett arched an eyebrow at them. "You're telling me you don't act like this at work?"
"We keep it professional." Xayah finished her drink with a decisive gulp and set the glass down. "There's a time and a place for everything, after all."
Xayah readjusted her top, drawing quick glances from both Sett and Rakan as she smoothed the fabric on her chest.
"This is a great time to dance, don't you think?" she asked, knowing both of them would agree.
Rakan drank the rest of his drink quick enough to cough when he finished. Xayah smiled at him, then started walking backwards. "Are you coming or not?"
Sett left his unfinished drink on the bar and both men walked in her direction. She turned around, confident that both men were following her as she slid through the dance floor.
Once Xayah stopped walking, she immediately started moving her body to the beat in the background, swaying from side to side as she raised her arms invitingly. Rakan took one of her hands and twirled her a couple of times, then softly pushed her in Sett's direction. The man looked frozen between the people enjoying the music.
Xayah gently put a hand on his arm, softly moving down until she grabbed his hand. She raised her voice and leaned in closer to be heard above the music. "Are you okay?"
"I'm not much of a dancer," he admitted.
Rakan, who watched the exchange carefully, grabbed Sett's other hand and said "good thing we're good teachers."
Sett smiled at them and nodded, letting himself be guided by Xayah and Rakan.
"Well first, you need to relax," she said. "Sway slightly, find the beat and follow it. You're a rapper, you know how to find a beat, right?"
Sett frowned slightly, but nodded again, as if committing the instructions to memory. He began moving slightly, still a bit stiff but he was clearly trying his best. Rakan let go of Sett's hand and positioned himself at his back, putting his hands on Sett's shoulders.
"Take a deep breath," Rakan instructed. Sett followed along. "Hold it for a couple of seconds, then exhale slowly."
Sett closed his eyes and Xayah took the chance to put the hand she was holding on her hip, causing them to come closer together. As Sett exhaled and opened his eyes, he looked down at Xayah with a smile. Xayah put her hands around Sett's neck and swayed her hips from side to side, grinding against him every once in a while.
"See? Now you're dancing," she encouraged.
Rakan danced his way back to Xayah's side and watched them with a grin. She had a feeling her boyfriend wanted to take things further, but she waited until Sett felt relaxed and pliant under her hands to do anything.
They danced for a while, with Rakan always in their periphery, until Xayah decided her boyfriend had been sidelined long enough. She turned around, making sure Sett's hands stayed on her hips and beckoned Rakan closer. Her boyfriend, well versed in Xayah's glances, didn't need more encouragement. He danced closer to them, trapping Xayah in between them, running a hand up Sett's arm until the man looked up at him.
Xayah ground her hips against Sett's, caressing Rakan's chest, lost in the melody coming from the giant speakers. She noticed Sett and Rakan staring at each other hungrily and she knew, without a doubt, that they would not be going home alone that night.
When Rakan kissed Sett, the man's hands tightened against Xayah's hips, pulling her closer. Xayah's heart went into overdrive, beating a tattoo against her chest as the thrill of the chase heightened. Rakan and Sett came apart gasping for air and Xayah interrupted their stare off turning around to face Sett, putting a hand on his face, and guiding him into a passionate kiss.
The thing about occasionally hunting for a one night stand was that sometimes, Xayah felt like the hunt could lead to something else. She knew Rakan felt the same way, they'd talked about it enough times that they were both on the same page: they wouldn't be opposed to the idea of someone else staying for a while. Not that anyone ever stayed. It didn't mean Xayah ever stopped hoping.
Kissing Sett was one of those moments. The man kissed her like he was starving and Xayah was exactly what he needed to quell the hunger inside. Sett kissed her with abandon and she let herself go, lost in the taste of red bull and vodka.
When they came apart, Sett's eyes were blown with desire. Xayah grinned at him, then turned around in his embrace and kissed her boyfriend. Kissing Rakan was always thrilling, the kind of kiss that made someone rethink everything they knew about kissing. No matter how many times they'd kissed, it always felt new and exciting. Xayah was still expecting to get used to it, to become accustomed to the warmth of his lips, the taste of his mouth, the firm touch of his hands, but so far it hadn't happened. A part of her hoped she never got used to it, that every time felt like the first time forever.
Sett moved one of his hands from Xayah's hips, but before she could ask if something was wrong, she felt Sett moving her hair out of the way to kiss her neck.
Xayah sighed into Rakan's mouth when she felt Sett's lips on her skin, pleased with the developments. Somewhere to her right, a woman exclaimed "you've got to be kidding me."
Another one chimed in, "lucky bitch."
Xayah felt more than lucky that night. She wanted to make people jealous of her —of them. She wanted people to wonder about what happened after they left the club.
They danced, they kissed, they touched, and with every brush of fingers, every touch of their hips, she felt more turned on. At some point, it became too much. There were too many clothes between them and too many people around them. She wanted them all to herself. So she pulled back from Sett, grabbing his hand, and said "do you wanna get out of here?"
Sett's breathy, desperate yes was all the encouragement they needed.
They took a taxi to Xayah and Rakan's place since Sett's friend drove him to the club. Keeping her hands to herself proved a bit more difficult than she expected with Sett so close to her. Rakan occasionally sent her a heated look through the rearview mirror and she had to bite her tongue to stop herself from asking the taxi driver to drop them off in the first shady alleyway they passed.
During their ride home, Sett sent a quick text to his friend and then turned his phone off, turning his attention to Rakan's comments about the neighborhood they were passing.
"How do you know so much about this?" Sett asked.
"Rakan used to be a tour guide in between gigs, y'know? Before we met."
"Really?"
"Side hustle," confirmed Rakan. "Tourists love a good story. I'm a good storyteller."
"He means he was an actor," Xayah butts in, feeling a smile bloom on her face.
"Maybe one day you can show me around," Sett said. "I've lived in the city four years and I feel like I don't know anything about it."
Xayah's heart sped up and her entire body felt warmer. Sett could be bluffing, saying it because it was the friendly thing to say, but he didn't need to volunteer any personal information to make his point.
Rakan's eyes found Sett's in the rearview mirror and he asked, "where are you from?"
"My mom's down in Busan," he replied with a smile of his own. "She loves the sea. I wouldn't ask her to come here for my own sake."
"I was from Changwon," Xayah blurted out. "I grew up there."
Sett's face brightened. "That's so cool. Did you ever go to Busan?"
"Couple of times. Never for long though."
He turned to Rakan. "What about you?"
"Never been."
"I could show you all the good spots. The best abalone porridge in the whole city. I'm sure you'd love it."
Sett smiled at her, excited, and Xayah felt something tingle at the bottom of her stomach. She would love that. She glanced at the rearview mirror and found Rakan's considering gaze was lost in the horizon. Xayah hoped Rakan's pensive look meant something good.
In the end, she nodded in agreement, unsure if she could find her voice.
Silence filled the car for a moment, but instead of being awkward, it felt charged with anticipation. The driver threw a quick look at the back, but fixed his eyes on the road soon enough.
Rakan pointed out their street to the driver and asked him to drop them at the corner. Sett offered Xayah his hand when he got out of the car and Xayah took it. She didn't let go to close the door behind her. They walked down the street until they reached their building. Her boyfriend opened the door for them and let them in so he could lock behind them. Xayah walked to the elevator and pushed the button to call the car. She turned to look at Sett only to find him already looking at her. He quirked an eyebrow at her, so Xayah mirrored him. Rakan found them just staring each other just as the elevator announced its arrival.
"You know, we have a perfectly good bed upstairs," he said, holding the elevator door open.
Xayah pulled Sett inside the elevator, waited for the doors to close and for Rakan to press the button for the sixth floor, then she pushed Sett against the wall and kissed him, hard.
Sett immediately caught with the program and pulled her closer, grabbing her hips with his strong, big hands. At her back, Rakan breathed a soft curse.
The elevator dinged on their floor and Xayah pulled apart, taking Sett's hand to drag him to the hall. The man stumbled, but managed to steady himself by putting a hand to the wall behind her. Xayah felt her body on fire at the proximity and kissed him again just because she could. Then she reached for Rakan and gave him a quick kiss before taking the keys from his hands and leaving the men with each other as she opened the door to their apartment.
She dropped the keys in a bowl and turned to the hallway just in time to see Rakan's hand disappear under Sett's t-shirt. Xayah took her top off and threw it on the floor behind her, then she removed her pants, toed off her shoes and leaned on the door. "You know, there's a perfectly good bed inside."
Both men turned in her direction as if pulled by a string. They seemed to notice her lack of clothes at the same time, then looked at each other as if sharing the same thought.
"Too many clothes," Rakan said.
Sett cleared his throat. "Agreed."
Xayah knew she was smiling like a schoolgirl, so she hid her flush turning around. She made her way to the bedroom with the guys trailing a few steps behind her. When she was in the room, anticipation coiled in her stomach, so she sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Sett and Rakan stopped in front of her, both grinning.
A wave of warmth spread from her core through every inch of her body. She loved the rush she got when she was the center of attention and both men had their eyes on her. "I thought you said there were too many clothes," she said, faking innocence.
Rakan's hands immediately went to the buttons of his shirt and Sett caught on quickly and took his t-shirt off. Then he helped Rakan with the buttons, Sett's hands caressing his stomach as he helped Rakan out of the shirt.
The men kissed again, passionately, desperately, until Rakan's hands found the edge of Sett's pants. "How do you want to do this?"
"However you want. I'm game for whatever you want," he said.
"Anything?" Xayah asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "And if I wanna choke you?"
"Joke's on you, I'm into that."
Rakan looked at Sett with mild surprise on his face. "Restraints?"
"As long as someone can untie me afterwards, why not?"
Xayah felt like pushing it, unsure if this guy was being dumb or he really knew what he was agreeing to. "I'm into knife play, what about that?"
Sett considered it. "Ask me again later."
"Is that—?"
"It means it's a yes now, but I might change my mind."
"Fuck, you're good," Xayah blurted out.
"I mean it, I'll tell you if something goes wrong or if we need to stop, all I care about is getting my hands on you. Either of you. Both. Whatever."
Rakan huffed a laugh, then kissed Sett once more, unbuttoning his jeans. Xayah scooted over until she was leaning against the pillows, watching Sett and Rakan kiss while her fingers caressed her nipple through the sheer material of her bra. Sett's deftly unbuttoned Rakan and before long the were standing in their underwear kissing and touching and grinding against each other.
Xayah's hand wandered down, stopping on her cunt, warm and wet, soaking her panties. The faint pressure made her gasp, loud enough for Sett to turn his head towards her, his eyes blown out with lust. "May I?" he asked Xayah.
Her only response was to open her legs wide, arching an eyebrow at him.
Sett knelt on the bed, as if enchanted by the sight and kissed the inside of Xayah's knee. Then he took his sweet time mouthing at her thighs, nibbling and sucking, his breath ghosting over her clit before he pulled back and kissed her somewhere else. She was growing inpatient when the tip of his tongue drew a circle around her clit that she felt through the panties.
His kisses teased her enough to draw a moan out of her.
"Fuck, Xayah, I really want to eat you out," he said. "I might come from just a taste."
She looked down at him with a frown. She wanted to ride him at least once tonight. He had to give her that before he left. "Don't come. You can't come yet."
Sett's hands tightened on her thighs and he put his forehead to Xayah's knee. "Your wish is my command."
"Tell me you won't," she pressed.
"I won't, I promise," he replied immediately.
Xayah raised her hips to help him take her panties off. A moment later, Sett dove in, licking and kissing and sucking with enthusiasm. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Rakan naked, jerking off to the sight. Her stomach tightened. She wanted him inside of her now.
Her orgasm took her by surprise, Sett was circling his tongue just the right way, and the sight of her boyfriend just as turned on as she was, sent spasms through her body. She came with a gasp, grabbing Sett's hair and pushing her cunt up his face, seeking to make it last. Sett didn't disappoint and didn't stop until Xayah pushed his face to the side when the stimulation became too much.
The only sound is the room was their breathing, but Sett broke the silence asking "are you okay? Was that too much?"
Xayah, whose body still felt ablaze, said, "it was good. Don't worry about it."
With a cocky smile, he turned his gaze on Rakan. "You want me to show you how good my mouth is?"
Before Rakan could speak up, she said, "maybe next time. Lie on your back."
Sett grinned, perfectly happy to comply with Xayah's wishes. Or maybe he was thinking about next time. Xayah knew she was thinking about it. How easy it came to her, the idea of keeping Sett a little longer.
She pushed Sett's boxers down, freeing his cock, pink and swollen. Xayah wanted to devour him. Instead, she put her hand out to Rakan, who seemed to catch on immediately and passed her a condom. She used her mouth to put it on, taking pride in the way Sett squirmed as her mouth and hand slid down on him.
"Xayah, I'm—"
"Shhh, I got you, Sett. Maybe next time I'll show you what my mouth can do," she teased, her face still a breath away from his dick. "Now stay still."
The man nodded and watched as Xayah turned to Rakan, kissing him with abandon. Rakan already knew what Xayah looked like when she was horny out of her mind and anticipated her by putting on a condom while she was busy with Sett.
"Where do you want me?" Rakan asked when they finally pulled apart to take a breath.
"I wanna take both of you," she said. Sett groaned, Rakan closed his eyes. "What?"
"You're gonna make me come, babe," her boyfriend replied.
"Not yet," she gave him a last kiss and turned her attention to Sett.
Xayah stretched her arms above her head before crawling on top of Sett, sitting on his hard cock slowly, taking him inch by inch until she bottomed out with a moan. Sett gasped and grabbed her thighs, his fingers digging deliciously into her skin. She rode him slow and deep as the pressure built down her spine.
"Fuck, Xayah, you're beautiful," Sett mumbled, reverently, loud enough to be heard above the sound of skin on skin filling up the room. "You're so— Xayah—"
"Not yet, not yet, don't let it be over yet," she begged, stilling her hips. "Come on Rakan."
Rakan climbed on the bed and knelt behind Xayah, stroking his cock. Then he lined up and entered Xayah, rubbing against Sett's dick in the process and drawing a moan out of both. Rakan pulled out slightly, then pushed again, maddeningly slow, doing all sorts of things to Xayah's insides.
"Oh, God," Xayah breathed out, her body felt so hot she felt feral. She put her hands on Sett's chest and leaned forward to catch his lips on a kiss. Rakan used the change in angle to go deeper into Xayah, pushing Sett harder against her most sensitive spot. "I'm so close, I'm—"
Sett's hand found her clit and pressed just enough to send a shock through her body.
"Can I come if you come?" he asked, mumbling against Xayah's lips.
She answered by kissing him. Then she said, "yes, yes, come on. Rakan, pull my hair."
Sett's hand moved then, pressing the heel in circles against her while thrusting in deep. Rakan's hand slid up Xayah's back, up her neck, until he grabbed a good handful of Xayah's hair and pulled, exposing her throat. Rakan was careful enough not to actually pull, but grab her hair comfortably at the back of her head. Sett upped his rhythm and before she knew it, she was coming, a long drawn out moan leaving her lips as she trembled.
Sett let his hand fall to the side and thrust two more times before he cursed and groaned. Rakan's thrusts became erratic and he, too, was coming.
They untangled from each other and fell in a pile on the bed, Xayah in the middle of them. For a moment, the only sound in the room was their jagged breathing.
"We have to do that again," Xayah mumbled.
"Agreed," her boyfriend said.
"Agreed," Sett echoed.
Silence fell around them, tinged with anticipation and desire.
"Sett?" Xayah asked.
"Hmm?"
"Stay the night."
Sett's gaze went from Xayah to Rakan. "Can I?"
"We're asking," Rakan said, quickly agreeing with his girlfriend.
"Okay. I'll stay."
She fell asleep with her head on Sett's chest, Rakan's arm around her waist and Sett's hand resting on top of Rakan's.
It quickly became one of Xayah's favorite nights ever.
Xayah woke up when her side felt cold after spending the whole night wrapped between Sett and Rakan's heat. She felt around the bed, still warm, but didn't find anyone else. Xayah opened her eyes and looked down to find a familiar arm around her waist. When she looked back, she wasn't surprised to find Rakan's sleeping form hugging her tightly but no trace of Sett anywhere.
She sighed. Of course the promise of next time was too good to be true. Sett was too good to be true. It stung more than it had any right to.
"He's gone, isn't he?" Rakan mumbled against her shoulder.
"His shoes are gone."
"Well, it was fun," he said, sitting up. Xayah knew him well enough to know his nonchalant demeanor was a front to hide how hurt he was. "I guess it's just us against the world."
"Just us against the world," she echoed, and she almost didn't sound sad about it.
Rakan stood up and put on his underwear with a sad smile on his face. "Shower and breakfast?"
Xayah was about to agree when the doorbell rang and Rakan froze.
"Maybe he forgot something," Xayah suggested.
"Maybe. It might not be him anyway."
Xayah watched as her boyfriend picked up the shirt he wore the night before and put it on —he didn't bother with the buttons though—, then left the room.
Once Rakan reached the door he immediately called her name.
She grabbed the robe hanging on the back of her door and hastily covered her body, hurrying to the door where her boyfriend was looking at the person at the door with hopeful eyes.
Xayah turned to the door and saw Sett carrying a tray of coffee and a brown paper bag.
"Hey," Sett breathed out. "I thought… since you guys bought the drinks last night, I could buy breakfast? I realized too late it's not like I have a key so I guess the surprise is ruined."
It took her a minute to find her voice and when she did, she said the worst thing possible. "We thought you left."
Sett's face fell. "Oh, okay. I'll just—"
"Sett, that's not it," Rakan interrupted. "We didn't want you to go."
The man's demeanor brightened immediately. "So, breakfast?"
"We were about to take a shower. Why don't you join us?" Xayah invited, taking the coffee tray from him and setting it on the nearest available surface.
Sett smiled and came in.
Breakfast was quickly forgotten.