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Unsurprisingly, loud sounds of arguing were filtering out of Daigo’s office. Majima sighed and leaned back in the chair he’d claimed for himself in the meeting room outside of Daigo’soffice. Ryuji’s gruff, angry voice was much louder compared to Mine’s icy tone. Majima didn’t know what they were arguing about now, but, as always, it was probably a thinly-veiled argument at who “got” Daigo.

“You won’t be able to protect him!” Ryuji stormed out of the office, Mine a step behind.

“Oh, please. Just because I’m not a brute like you doesn’t mean I’m not perfectly capable of protecting the chairman.”

Mine was smug as he spoke, his eyes sparkling as he crossed his arms. Ryuji towered over him, scowling as he looked down at him. 

“If anything happens to him, I swear…”

“Swear what, tough guy?” Mine was defiant, but his gaze was on Ryuji’s lips.

Majima snorted loudly at their barely contained flirting and didn’t even look up from his phone.

“Majima-san! I didn’t see you there,” Mine said, flattening his lapels and smoothing his hair down.

“How long ya been there?” Ryuji asked, his eyes narrowed. 

Majima noticed that Ryuji was still carrying that katana of his. “The whole time. Think Daigo-chan’ll ever get the hint?”

He couldn’t help but chuckle as the two men pretended not to know what he was talking about, hemming and hawing about differences in personality, respect, blah blah blah. 

“Y’know, he ain’t stupid, but he is a little dense,” Majima said, flipping his phone closed and standing to go have his meeting with Daigo. “Gonna have to be straight up with him.”

Mine and Ryuji returned to their bickering as they started leaving the long meeting room. Majima raised an eyebrow and chuckled as he saw Ryuji shove Mine against a wall, the door not closing slowly enough to shield his vision from the sight. 

“You’re so fuckin’ pathetic.”

Ryuji’s voice was more of a growl, his lip curling as he shoved Mine against the hotel wall. Mine laughed breathlessly and stared up at him defiantly.

“Oh? Seems you’re jealous the chairman decided to take me on the next trip to Okinawa,” Mine said, unbearably smug.

Ryuji dug his knee between Mine’s legs, grinding against his erection. “You were so fuckin’ obvious today, makes me sick.”

“Like you weren’t?” Mine gasped as Ryuji ground his knee up harder, beginning to nip at his neck, the ‘love’bites turning more aggressive until he was biting down hard enough to make Mine see stars. He dug his fingers into the soft fabric of Ryuji’s coat and moaned. 

“You’re the one who followed him around like a dog,” Mine said, out of breath.

Ryuji growled against his throat before pulling away. They were both debauched, Mine’s usually immaculate hair all over the place, Ryuji panting as he was shoved onto the cheap hotel bed. The action was familiar; this was far from the first time their rage at each other culminated into a messy fuck at the closest love hotel to the Tojo office where they spent their time assisting Daigo with running the clan. 

Mine ripped Ryuji’s shirt open and possessively ran his hands across his pecs, his abs. With a glint in his eye, he spoke. “Are you getting soft?”

“Huh?” Ryuji narrowed his eyes, his hands wrapped around Mine’s waist gripping a little tighter, his nails digging half-moons into his skin.

“Haven’t been able to keep up your workout routine following Daigo around like a lost puppy?”

Suddenly, Mine found himself on his back, the wind knocked from his lungs. Ryuji was above him, scowling, his arms resting on either side of his head.

“You don’t even know the first thing about working out ,” Ryuji said. “I get my fuckin’ workouts kickin’ the shit out of morons who try and hurt Daigo, unlike you .”

Mine wet his bottom lip at Ryuji’s rage. He was really worked up tonight. 

The preparation went the same as usual; Ryuji quickly fingering him with his obscenely thick fingers, scissoring them and waiting for Mine to get impatient. 

“Knock it off, I’m ready,” Mine said, groaning when Ryuji pulled away. 

He’d watched it countless times, but Mine couldn’t tear his eyes away as Ryuji pulled on a condom. No matter how often they’d done this, Mine couldn’t believe just how thick Ryuji’s cock was. Thick veins mapped the length, his foreskin pulled back to show off the even thicker head. 

Mine found himself chuckling breathlessly as Ryuji started pushing himself in, which Ryuji took as an insult.

“What? Got a problem?”

It was hard to speak when he was being split in half, but Mine managed to find his voice. “Just hoping Daigo knows a thick cock isn’t the end all be all.”

“Huh?”

Mine moaned loudly as Ryuji continued slowly entering him, his hole fluttering around him as he tried to relax around the huge intrusion. He was on his arms and knees, his thighs spread obscenely as Ryuji worked his magic behind him. 

“Just… Fuck…” Mine took several deep breaths. “He might just look at that monster in your pants and think you’re a good fuck, as well.”

Ryuji snorted and snapped his hips against Mine. “Hah! You sayin’ I can’t fuck good?”

“I’m just saying your size lets you be a little laxer in technique,” Mine said, grinning against his arm as he could practically feel the aura of anger rising behind him.

“I’ll show you…”

Ryuji pulled out slowly and poured what felt like half the bottle of lube directly into Mine’s ass, making him jump at the coldness.

“Hey!”

Ryuji smacked his ass cheek and pushed his finger inside him a few times, making sure he was nice and lubed up.

“Hope you’re ready, Mine.”

Mine was about to ask what he was supposed to be ready for when Ryuji slammed inside him in one quick thrust. 

“Fuck!”

He ached for a quick moment that quickly turned to pleasure as Ryuji battered against his prostate, his thickness lighting up every single nerve inside him. His strokes were immaculate, even and intense.

Mine was incoherent, his mind totally blank as Ryuji fucked him so hard his back arched even higher.

“Lookin’ like a real slut right now, Mine,” Ryuji said, smug, his voice barely any different than usual.

Instead of responding in kind, Mine could only moan louder, his cock swaying back and forth with the motion, leaving patterns of his precum against the comforter.

“Yeah, that’s what I fuckin’ thought,” Ryuji said, digging his fingertips into Mine’s waist. He began pulling his body back to meet his thrusts. “Givin’ me shit over not bein’ a good fuck. Hah! Remember the last time ya topped me?”

Mine managed to grunt and raise his head, almost able to argue, but Ryuji chose that moment to reach his hand around and begin jerking Mine off. He was almost cruel with how efficient he was being; rubbing Mine’s sensitive cockhead mercilessly, twisting his fist as he stroked him, and all in time with his brutal thrusts.

“Barely got inside before ya came,” Ryuji grunted, his words becoming more uneven. 

“You… You edged me before that,” Mine protested, barely able to gasp the words out.

Ryuji snorted, the smacks of his hips against Mine’s ass echoing through the room. “Is that your excuse? Gonna tell that to Daigo when you’re a two-pump chump?”

His voice pitched up as he mocked Mine’s voice. “ Sorry sixth chairman, I was unable to hold in my ejaculation due to your gorgeous visage.”

Mine groaned, his body tightening as Ryuji’s hand kept working around his cock. He started cumming, but Ryuji didn’t stop. He fucked him through his orgasm brutally, making him see stars and collapse against the bed as Ryuji held his hips up.

He was moaning as the overstimulation threatened to make this unpleasurable when Ryuji slammed into him one last time, bending over Mine’s body to bite at his neck again, leaving yet another hickey Mine would have to hide before the next day. He huffed in irritation as Ryuji thrust into him lazily a few times, unwilling to pull out yet.

“Strike a nerve, did I?” Mine asked, his voice muffled against his arm.

“Tch, yeah right,” Ryuji said, finally pulling out. 

Mine laid on his front and felt his hole wink pathetically, unable to even come close to closing properly. Before long, Ryuji tossed a towel on his back and handed Mine a lit cigarette.

“Need help?” Ryuji asked, his voice hoarse.

“Hmph. I’m fine,” Mine said, not bothering to begin cleaning himself up. He savored the cigarette, wishing Ryuji would buy a different brand--or at least hand him his own after their trysts. 

“You’re really gonna regret tonight,” Ryuji said smugly. Mine glanced to his side and saw that unbearable smirk on his lips.

“Oh? And why’s that?”

“Ain’tcha gotta be on a train for three hours in… let’s see, less than five?”

Mine’s heart dropped into his stomach and he groaned into the pillow. He’d forgotten about the trip when he’d antagonized Ryuji into fucking him harder than usual.

“I’ll manage,” Mine finally said.

“Uh-huh,” Ryuji said, still unbearably smug. “Maybe I’ll go to the store and pick ya up an ice pack for the ride. Think Daigo’ll ask what it’s for?”

“I’ll just tell him some brute thought a hard fuck meant a good fuck,” Mine said, his lip curling slightly.

Ryuji scoffed and smacked Mine’s ass as he stood up. “Whatever, man. Don’t think just because you’re goin’ on this trip with Daigo makes ya mean anythin’ to him.”

It was Mine’s turn to scoff as he stubbed out his cigarette. “Right. I’ll keep that in mind, Goda-san .”

The countryside rushing by the train windows was hypnotic, almost lulling Mine into sleep. He would’ve fallen asleep long ago, but he was sore . He’d taken the aspirin Ryuji had left on the bed before he left, but it was doing little to alleviate the ache he felt from sitting on the train seat. It was plush, sure, but a plush seat was nothing compared to how hard he’d been fucked a few hours ago. Mildly, he found himself grateful Ryuji was always so diligent about wearing condoms. Though he often craved the feeling of being filled with Ryuji’s cum, it was always such a pain dealing with the cleanup. 

“Everything alright, Mine-san?”

Daigo’s question made Mine start and turn away from watching the landscape pass by. 

“Ah, I’m fine,” Mine said, smiling tightly. 

Daigo gave him a skeptical look before continuing to sip his coffee. “Thank you again for going with me to Okinawa.”

“Thank you for asking me to accompany you,” Mine said warmly.

Their chatting was minimal on the rest of the train ride, Daigo still groggy from being woken up so early and Mine exhausted from too little sleep. It was a comfortable silence, and Daigo even rested his head on Mine’s shoulder for several moments as he caught some extra sleep. 

Mine was opening the car door for Daigo when his phone buzzed a notification. Thinking it was something important, he flipped the screen open and hissed inwards through his teeth at the picture he received. It was Ryuji. At the gym, from the looks of it. His sun-kissed skin was glistening with sweat, and his tongue was peeking teasingly from his lip. He was posing with a thumb hooked into his waistband, pulling the fabric down far enough to show off and make Mine flush furiously. He snapped his phone closed but the caption echoed in his mind “ thought i’d try this shit out. Whaddya think?”

Daigo was enjoying the trip to Okinawa. They’d visited Kiryu for a few minutes before heading into the larger town for their actual business. The fresh sea breeze and clean streets were different than Kamurocho’s grimy streets that only stayed clean when it was raining. They even stopped by a market to look at the local wares.

“Mine-san, look at this,” Daigo said, picking up a statue of a dog that had an uncanny resemblance to Majima. But Mine was distracted, furiously typing something on his phone. “Mine?”

“I apologize, sir,” Mine said, frowning as he tucked his phone away. “Some urgent business came up. Would you mind if I took a call for a moment?”

Daigo frowned. “Is everything okay?”

“It’s just family drama, nothing you need to concern yourself with,” Mine said.

“Of course, then. I’ll wait for you here,” Daigo said, pursing his lips. 

But, his curiosity got the better of him. He followed a dozen steps behind Mine into a dark alley. He stood behind a concrete wall and listened intently. Mine was always attentive, rarely ever even glancing at his phone. Something serious must be happening for him to be on his phone like that.

“I’m telling you for the last time to stop it, ” Mine said.

Daigo’s heart raced. Was he being blackmailed? Could this affect the clan as a whole?

“What? Are you insane? What I think of the pictures has nothing to do with this.”

Even from here, Daigo could hear a muffled response. For some reason, it sounded familiar. A traitor in the family?

Mine was quiet. “You already know how good you look.”

A clear laugh--even more familiar. Daigo frowned as he tried to figure out who it was.

“What if the chairman saw? … Yes, I know that, just… Ryuji, just stop it, alright?”

Ryuji?!

Mine’s voice lowered. “I’ll deepthroat you tonight if you just knock it off, okay?”

Daigo felt like his brain was short-circuiting. 

“We’ll see who the two-pump chump is after tonight, hm?”

Mine snapped his phone shut without saying goodbye and Daigo felt panicked. He rushed away, hoping he’d get back to the stall in time, but Mine caught up to him first.

“Sir? What are you doing here?”

Mine’s face was even and betrayed no signs that he’d just had a call like the one he’d taken. 

Daigo cleared his throat. “You were gone for a while, I was starting to worry.”

Mine looked embarrassed and bowed slightly as he apologized. Daigo frowned as he thought over the call he’d heard. What on earth was going on?

Ryuji was grinning widely as he dug his fingers into Mine’s hair, messing up the immaculate style he cared so much about. Mine stared up, bored as he worked his tongue along Ryuji’s sac, waiting for him to stop pretending like Mine’s tongue wasn’t driving him wild. 

“Those pics really got ya mad, huh? Never propositioned me like that before.”

Mine hummed and began sucking at the base of Ryuji’s thick cock. The pictures Ryuji had been sending didn’t get him mad , really. They were just driving him wild. He couldn’t stand Ryuji, couldn’t stand how easily he got him turned on, how good he made him feel. So he’d pay him back. 

“And ya even invited me in here? On a power trip from goin’ on a little date with Daigo, eh?”

Ryuji leaned back in Daigo’s plush office chair, lacing his fingers behind his head as he surveyed the view from the office window. 

Mine hummed as he began working his way up to Ryuji’s thick cockhead. His own heart got racing at the knowledge that Daigo spent most of his time here--that it smelled like him--but he knew Ryuji was more into this than he let on. He was leaking precum like a faucet. Some had dribbled onto his hair when he’d been resting Ryuji’s cock against his face while he lapped at his balls, but he didn’t care.

“What’re ya gonna do if Daigo walks in?” Ryuji’s voice was breathless as he spoke.

Mine chose that moment to take Ryuji’s cock into his mouth, closing his eyes and relaxing his throat as he slowly worked himself onto his impossibly long cock. Ryuji was already moaning loudly, his head thrown back as Mine’s wet throat engulfed him. His hips stuttered, but Mine pressed his hands against his waist and he mumbled an apology.

“Fuck, man,” Ryuji gasped out. “You’re real good at this.”

Mine hummed in satisfaction and began swallowing around Ryuji’s head, his gag reflex threatening to flare at how stuffed his throat felt. 

“Aw, shit,” Ryuji moaned and gripped Mine’s hair tighter. “Guess you’re more than just a tight ass, huh?”

Mine would have rolled his eyes if he were able, but he began bobbing his head instead. He stared up at Ryuji’s face, his own dick throbbing in his slacks at Ryuji’s open-mouthed expression. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead and Mine found smug satisfaction in that. 

Ryuji’s usual banter was absent as his cock was sucked. All he could do was gasp. Mine was slurping around his length loudly--Ryuji always got off on the performance nearly as much as the actual dick sucking. He was really trying to get him off quickly, and it was working. Ryuji grunted and tugged Mine’s hair, letting him know he was going to cum. Instead of pulling away like usual, Mine buried his nose in Ryuji’s well-maintained mound of pubic hair, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes as Ryuji finally started cumming thick ropes against the back of his tongue. 

He swallowed slowly, satisfied when Ryuji winced at the sensation around his sensitive cock. He pulled off and opened his mouth wide, his tongue lolling from his mouth as he showed off his bare tongue.

“Fuck, swallowed it all,” Ryuji said, almost reverently. 

Mine cleared his throat, about to speak when they heard a key in the lock. They glanced at each other, panicked. Mine darted to his feet quickly, grateful for his penchant to suck cock fully clothed and helped make sure Ryuji was decent as well. He strolled quickly to the farthest window, making sure the distance between them was wide enough to be believable. He picked up the glass of wine he’d been drinking before he dropped to his knees in front of Ryuji. The sound of Ryuji doing up his zipper was masked by the door opening.

“Oh, Daigo, didn’t expect to see ya here so late,” Ryuji said casually, still in Daigo’s office chair, but with a stack of believable paperwork piled in front of him.

“I could say the same to you two,” Daigo said. 

“Ryuji needed help filling out paperwork and asked me to drop by,” Mine said, clearing his throat, hoping the hoarseness wasn’t too noticeable.

“I thought you both headed home earlier,” Daigo said. 

Daigo’s face was slightly red, but he couldn’t know. There was no way.

Majima was standing behind Daigo, leaning smugly against the door frame. He was smirking, his arms crossed as he stared Mine and Ryuji down. 

“Forgot this stuff,” Ryuji said gruffly, not even bothering to refute Mine’s excuse. 

“I see,” Daigo said, his eyebrows furrowed, his lips pursed. “Would you two mind leaving Majima-san and I alone for a moment? Or better yet, why don’t you head home. It’s late.”

“Of course,” Mine said smoothly, hoping his flagging erection wasn’t noticeable. “We’ll see you tomorrow, sir. Majima-san.” 

Ryuji and Mine filed out the door and continued silently into the hall. Only when they were outside did Ryuji break the silence.

“We’re fucked, aren’t we.”

“Yes, we are,” Mine said, his voice even despite the panic he felt. “Let’s just get out of here. I’ll drive.”

Daigo had a lot on his mind. Things with the clan were turning more complicated, something that required his full attention. But it wasn't getting it. He was at his desk massaging his temples as he tried to force himself to just focus on the briefings and paperwork piling up on his desk, but he couldn't.

He'd taken so much for granted. Mine's loyalty, Ryuji's fiery passion. The fact that the two were together was… distracting. He was slowly realizing how much he’d taken their attention for granted. He always thought they would both always be there for him, but now... He was trying to tell himself his concern only rose from that of being a boss, but he knew it was a lie.

That night had only been a few days ago, but it was still fresh in his mind. Majima had stayed late that night. Not particularly unusual, especially given how hard he was working lately. Daigo had also stayed behind, working in the empty room Majima had claimed for himself. They were drinking a little, Daigo listening to clan gossip. Suddenly Majima had wanted to try the whiskey he'd bought Daigo months ago--some fancy kind he wanted to show off.

They headed to Daigo’s office together, figuring they'd just share the drink in his empty office. But it wasn't empty, that much was clear, even from the conference room.

Sounds he'd never thought he'd hear--Ryuji's low moans, his grunts; lewd slurping from Mine, muffled moans. He had thought he was dreaming at first. Majima seemed unsurprised when they reached the doorway, just held Daigo back and whispered for him to wait until they were done. Daigo stood dumbly and listened. He got hard. He'd had thoughts about Ryuji and Mine before, but never thought they'd amount to anything. They were people he respected, had no interest in him. So why did his heart sink when he realized Mine and Ryuji were together?

Daigo ground his teeth and clenched his hands into fists as he forced himself to stop reminiscing. Remembering what he'd walked into was getting him hard again. Ryuji had been in this spot when Mine had been…

He spun his chair around and stood up, staring at the blue sky outside his office. He had to focus. But his throbbing erection was making that difficult. He couldn't stop wondering what Mine's face looked like, how Ryuji's cock would feel down his throat, how it would feel to have sex with… with who? Who was he more interested in?

Daigo sat back at his desk and sighed as he undid his zipper and pulled his cock from his boxers. He closed his eyes and tried to fantasize about one of them being on their knees beneath him. Ryuji's strong jaw, his scarred lip, his blonde hair. But he couldn't focus, the image kept shifting until it was both men on their knees in front of him. He gripped his dick harder and closed his eyes tighter at the idea. Ryuji nuzzling his balls, Mine bobbing his head on his cock. He was panting open-mouthed by now, jerking himself off quickly. 

He scrambled for a tissue just in time for his orgasm. He cleaned himself up quickly and frowned at his fantasy. He had to get ideas like that out of his head. The two men were in a relationship of some kind, he couldn't come along and ruin it. 

Daigo sighed. He hoped this would be the last time he jerked off in his office like this.

Mine and Ryuji had argued extensively over how they should act around each other. Sex, of course, was out of the question for now. They couldn't leave a paper trail for the chairman to follow. Mine argued that they should continue as normal--bickering, sly jabs, acting as if nothing had changed.

"We don't even know if he noticed," Mine argued. 

"Yout saw how Majima was lookin’ at us. We may’ve been done but he definitely knows. We gotta stop interactin’ as much, throw off the scent."

“That would just make us look even more suspicious,” Mine said.

Ryuji grunted, begrudgingly agreeing. Mine did have a point there.

The two men were silent for several moments, but it was broken when Majima slammed open the door and sauntered in. "How're the lovebirds doin' back here? I ain't interruptin' anythin', am I?"

Mine made a sour face while Ryuji practically snarled at him.

"You fucker. Did ya bring him in on purpose?"

"Nah, I didn't even know y'all were back there," Majima said, going through Mine's cabinet of alcohol. "Got anythin' good in here?"

"Is there anything we can help you with, Majima-san?" Mine was hoping his voice would come out neutral, but he sounded more hostile than he'd hope.

"Hey, chill. I'm just warnin' ya that yet little stunt woke somethin' up in Daigo-chan, but ya better move quick."

"Whaddya mean, old man?" Ryuji squinted suspiciously at Majima who scoffed at the nickname.

" I mean , seein' y'all indisposed like that finally shook some sense into his brain so he figured out how he feels," Majima said.

"Well that's good then," Ryuji said, excited. "For me, right?"

Mine rolled his eyes. Always competitive, even at a time like this.

"You're as big of a dumbass as Daigo-chan," Majima said. "For both of ya. But, there's a catch."

Mine's heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. "And what would that be?"

He was expecting Majima to demand some sort of bribe, a monetary gift, perhaps a gift of extra men for his family.

"He thinks you two are an item," Majima said. "Better dispel that real quick before he tamps down his feelins'."

Daigo heard Mine and Ryuji approaching his office before they knocked. They were bickering, almost a strange sight to behold after nearly a week of them barely acknowledging the existence of the other.

"Come in," Daigo said, setting aside the latest paperwork he'd been working on.

"Daigo, we--"

"Sir, I think--"

Ryuji and Mine glared at each other, an unspoken conversation that made a knot form in Daigo's chest. Mine must have won their silent battle as he was the one that spoke next.

"It's been quite the stressful week for you, sir," Mine said. "Ryuji-san and I would like to take you out to dinner in an effort to relax you."

Daigo frowned slightly. Were they asking him to be the third wheel on a date so they could ensure their relationship was alright?

"It'd be real nice of ya to come with us," Ryuji said gruffly after several painful moments of silence.

Daigo glanced at his watch and sighed. He didn't really want to go, but he supposed it was his duty as chairmen to listen to and respect his men.

The car ride to the Italian restaurant Mine had chosen was painfully awkward. The usually chatty Ryuji was staring out the window, his leg shaking violently. He looked deep in thought. And Mine, who usually loved long car-ride conversations with Daigo was silent as well. Their behavior only made Daigo's heart sink even further.

Arriving and getting seated at the restaurant didn't make things any better, either. 

"Daigo-san, we have something important to tell you," Mine finally said. Ryuji was pointedly staring at the steak he'd ordered.

"You two aren't running away together to get married, are you?" Daigo was trying to make a joke, but his voice came out more pathetic than he'd hoped.

"Eh? The fuck?" Ryuji finally made eye contact for the first time that night. "No, we--"

"We wanted to clarify that," Mine said. "Ryuji and I aren't an item."

"Then why…?"

Ryuji and Mine were silent, both looking anywhere but Daigo.

Ryuji sounded embarrassed, his voice gruff. "Uh. Well, we've kinda been. Competin' for yer attention. And uh, things got a little heated after a fight one day."

" My attention?"

Mine nodded and picked up where Ryuji left off. "We were both feeling… frustrated… and found comfort in each other. But we both want you , Daigo-san."

Daigo blinked several times at the revelation, blush rising on his cheeks. "Me? For… for how long?"

Both men were silent, avoiding his gaze again. He repeated the question.

"Years," Ryuji said gruffly, clearing his throat before he spoke.

"Since the moment I met you," Mine said.

Their waiter chose that moment to stop by and ask how their meal was going. Everyone scrambled to look like they'd been enjoying the meal, but the waiter seemed to notice they wanted to be left alone and scurried off with a promise of refilling their glasses when he returned. 

“I… I had no idea.”

“Majima-san said we were too obvious,” Mine said, chuckling and picking at his barely touched meal in front of him.

Daigo laughed and ran his fingers through his hair, shaking his head. 

“Are you… not interested?” Mine asked carefully.

Daigo laughed again. “I’m… I’m more than interested. To be honest, finding you two like that… it made me realize that I’d had feelings for you both for a long time.”

Ryuji puffed up his chest and Mine looked like a thousand-pound weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Their waiter dropped by again, asking if they’d like to-go boxes, but Daigo shook his head and handed over his credit card, glad that they’d be leaving soon.

Things started heating up once they all got into the car. Mine and Ryuji were practically glowing with excitement but were very careful to keep themselves sitting a respectful distance from Daigo. As he thought about it, Daigo realized that for months--maybe even longer--both men had been practically latched onto him, always scooting close in car rides, brushing shoulders, but now when Daigo was actually interested they’d become shy.

“Why don’t you take us to my private apartment?” Daigo asked the driver. He placed either hand on Ryuji and Mine’s upper thigh, taking satisfaction in the way their faces turned red. He slowly rubbed his thumb in gently circles as traffic progressed, and he practically preened when he saw their erections pressing against their pants--all from such a small touch.

The rest of the car ride was a blur, Daigo couldn’t have recounted the events if he’d tried. But he found himself stumbling up the steps of his home as he frantically made out with Mine while Ryuji unlocked the door, his hand possessively on the small of Daigo’s back. Before any of them knew it, they were in Daigo’s huge Western-style bedroom.

Daigo could barely believe what was happening. Mine's fingers were trailing up and down his waist, almost trembling. Ryuji was sucking on his jugular while Mine kissed the other side of his neck, breathing hot puffs of humid air against the sensitive skin there. Daigo felt overwhelmed, his erection pressing against Ryuji's thigh. They were so close to him but he wanted more .

"More," Daigo murmured.

"Huh?" Ryuji said urgently, pulling away. Daigo realized he was worried he'd made him uncomfortable and felt a surge of affection.

"Want more," Daigo said, gasping when Mine bit down softly at the juncture of his neck.

"Anything you want," Mine murmured.

"Yeah, anythin'. Ask and we'll do it," Ryuji said, reaching down to cup Daigo's clothed erection.

As much as Daigo wanted to make the two of them feel good, he was feeling selfish, too. They'd already been having their fun, so why couldn't he?

"Wanna feel good," Daigo said breathlessly.

There was a silent pause as his words sunk into their brains before Ryuji and Mine were eagerly stripping him--Mine undoing his top carefully while Ryuji struggled with the button on his slacks.

They laid Daigo on the bed and he suddenly felt like he was being worshipped. Ryuji was laying on his front, nestled between his legs as he stared reverently at Daigo's cock. He hadn't seen either of theirs yet, but he guessed he was on the smaller side compared to them.

"I know it's not too impressive" Daigo joked.

Mine and Ryuji both made an offended noise.

"You're perfect," Ryuji said. "Can I…?"

Daigo quirked a grin. "I said to make me feel good, didn't I?"

Ryuji wet his bottom lip and began stroking Daigo's cock like he was trying to memorize the shape. He nestled his body closer and buried his head in the junction between Daigo's body and his thigh, inhaling deeply.

"Smell good," Ryuji grunted.

Mine began rubbing Daigo's shoulders leisurely. Every moment of his hands felt like an act of worship. He too seemed to be trying to memorize every inch of his skin, gazing at his naked body like he was a piece of art.

"Have you imagined this before?" Daigo asked, indulging himself as he glanced up at Mine’s handsome face. His upper body was resting in Mine’s lap, and he could feel the curve of Mine’s erection against his head.

Ryuji nodded frantically, and Mine did, too. 

"Every night," Ryuji said, his voice muffled by Daigo's thigh. The sensation of his sideburns tickled him but was pleasant at the same time.

"I've dreamt of this for so long," Mine said, beginning to massage across Daigo's chest. His fingers teased past his nipples.

Daigo saw that Mine was staring intensely at him. Taking in every second of this.

Ryuji suddenly took Daigo's cock into his mouth, making him gasp and arch his back. Mine began teasing his nipples more directly, pinching and squeezing as Ryuji began sloppily bobbing his head.

"Oh my god," Daigo gasped out. He thrust weakly into Ryuji's wet mouth, groaning when that made Ryuji even more eager. He bobbed his head faster, making intense eye contact as rivulets of drool spilled from the corners of his mouth.

Mine continued massaging him, the worshipping touch against his tense muscles making goosebumps rise. He'd gotten massages before, but none had felt like this. He threw an arm back, hoping to pay Mine back with a handjob, but Mine gently placed his hand to his side and murmured something about letting them take care of him.

Ryuji buried his nose in Daigo's pubes--he momentarily found himself embarrassed he hadn't found time to shave-- and Ryuji swallowing around him made him see white and begin cumming. He was twitching in overstimulation--Mine was still teasing his nipples. Ryuji finally pulled off and rolled Daigo's cum on his tongue several times.

Daigo was going to reassure him it was fine to spit--he didn't mind after all-- but suddenly Mine crawled forward and began making out with Ryuji. Daigo watched as they swapped his cum between their tongues, almost fighting for it.

"Holy shit," Daigo said. He was rarely the type to go for more than one round, but seeing two hot men battling to swallow his cum, he couldn't take it. "I want both of you on your knees for me."

They both stopped fighting immediately. A string of cum connected their lips for a moment, making Daigo groan.

Daigo bit his lower lip as he sat on the edge of the bed, two messily-clothed men he upheld, respected, loved on their knees, looking up eagerly at him. They were shoulder to shoulder. Ryuji was leaning forward, already eager for more.

He felt powerful like this, and the feeling was heady, like he'd had a couple of glasses of wine. "Jerk each other off."

They glanced at each other for a split second before frantically pulling their cocks out. Mine's hand could barely wrap all the way around Ryuji's cock, while Mine’s impressive length almost made Ryuji’s large hands seems small.

The sight below him made Daigo's cock throb against his abdomen. "Go on, then."

Just like in his fantasies, Ryuji started sucking his balls, laving his wet tongue over each like he was trying to memorize his taste. Mine began licking up and down the shaft, keeping intense eye contact with Daigo as he worked his tongue against him. 

Daigo dug his fingers into Mine's immaculately styled hair when he began teasing his frenulum, working against the sensitive spot like he wanted him to cum just from that. Ryuji's eyes were closed, and he looked blissful, and he moaned against his balls when Daigo used his other hand to tug on his hair.

Though their bodies were mostly in the way, he could still see the jerky movements showing they were getting each other off. Daigo sighed and threw his head back, worrying he'd cum too quickly even for the second time. It was too hot of a sight. They were still both mostly clothed, save for their cocks out.

Mine took Daigo's cock into his mouth and moaned loudly. He couldn't help but thrust his hips up into the silky heat, his throat trembling around him. Daigo looked down and noticed that Mine seemed to be cumming already.

"Already?" Daigo teased. Mine opened his eyes, adoration written across his face as he continued bobbing his head on Daigo's shaft.

"Stop hoggin'," Ryuji complained, finally pulling away from nuzzling Daigo's balls. 

Mine pulled off reluctantly. "Is that why you made me cum so quickly?"

"That was yer own fault," Ryuji said pointedly, beginning to lick up and down Daigo's shaft, leaving enough room for Mine to join. "Not my fault ya busted the second he got his dick down yer throat."

Mine let out a quiet "humph" but began licking the other side of Daigo's cock. Daigo chuckled breathlessly at their banter, but his breath was stolen as he watched the two men lave their tongues over his erection. Ryuji kept darting his tongue across his precum laden head, leading to a short fight before Daigo tugged their hair, reminding them of what they were doing.

They were both incredibly sexy like this. On their knees for Daigo, each obediently licking and sucking one side of his cock as they stared blissfully up at him. Daigo could barely take it. He tightened his grip in both their hair and groaned as Mine began sucking at his frenulum again. He started cumming, watching himself spill ropes of cum across both their faces. Ryuji gasped and closed his eyes, groaning loudly. Some fell into his open mouth and Daigo watched in satisfaction as he frantically swallowed it, like he was desperate for him.

Mine looked the most debauched out of all of them. He was usually so well put together, always in charge, and now he was licking Ryuji's cum from his hand and scraping Daigo's into his mouth.

"So, uh," Ryuji said, almost shy. "Was that alright?"

Daigo laughed and laid back on the bed. "Yes. It was."

It was Mine’s turn to be shy. “Do you mind… Could we…”

“Can we cuddle with ya?” Ryuji asked, picking up the question Mine was too shy to ask.

“Get up here,” Daigo said, smiling as Mine and Ryuji claimed either side of his body and nestled against his naked skin. He was comfortable like this, sandwiched between two men he finally realized he had feelings for. He hoped there would be many more nights like this in their future.