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It was nearly an hour into the celebration and Kuramochi was about to leave. It was good seeing his old friends and teammates from Seidou, even if it was a bit surprising that it was Jun’s engagement party to Takako that brought them together this evening. Congratulations and drinks flowed freely as everyone mingled.
Well, almost everyone. Two people that Kuramochi had looked forward to the most were still missing.
Kuramochi pulled out his phone, looking over the last few messages of his group chat with the Kominato brothers. Ryousuke confirmed they’d both be there. He scrolled up, stopping at a picture from a couple weeks ago. Again, from Ryousuke, a picture of him and Haruichi. Their shoulders were bare and a beach was in the background. After it, Ryousuke had stated “vacation for us” and Kuramochi proclaimed his jealousy but told them to enjoy it enough for him too. Ryousuke sent back “noted” and Haruichi sent a smiley face.
“Another beer, Kuramochi?” Miyuki had appeared out of seemingly nowhere, a bottle sweating in each hand.
“Thanks.” He took the one offered him and finished off his first drink before opening the new one. “Where’s Sawamura?”
“Yuki-san roped him into a game of darts.” Kuramochi followed Miyuki’s gaze and huffed.
“Drunk or sober I don’t know if I’d trust him with darts.”
“Yeah, he’s pretty terrible at it, but Yuki isn’t great either, it seems. A perfect match.” Miyuki laughed and leaned in a bit, causing Kuramochi to frown. He knew where this was going. “And where’s your boyfriend? Jun-san said he and Haruichi were coming.”
Kuramochi pushed him back a bit, not hard but not gentle either. “Cut it out, asshole. That joke got old years ago.”
“Mm. Your pining got old years ago. Ah, here’s your chance. He’s here~”. Miyuki clapped his shoulder with a smirk and vacated the seat. Sure enough, Ryousuke had arrived with Haruichi by his side.
His chance? Ha. Kuramochi took a long swig of his beer, watching the Kominato brothers wind their way through the bar as they greeted everyone. If only Miyuki knew how depraved and hopeless he really was.
His crush on Ryousuke had been obvious, the admiration shifting to longing. His feelings for Haruichi took him by surprise. The most shocking thing though was that Kuramochi had kept his feelings for Ryousuke while having them for Haruichi as well. He couldn’t choose, so kept his feelings for both secret.
Not that Kuramochi thought he’d have a chance in hell with either of them.
“You-san!” Haruichi waved from a couple tables away. He wore his hair back in a low pony tail while Ryousuke kept the short cut he adopted after graduating. They finally, finally, reached Kuramochi’s table, taking the seats across from him. Years of dealing with his dual crush made it easy to fall into conversation with the brothers. The rest of the bar faded to the background as they caught up. Ryousuke teased Sawamura away when he came over to say hi and a round of drinks found their way to them as everyone drank in a toast to Jun and his upcoming wedding.
The evening wound down from there and Kuramochi felt relaxed enough from the alcohol to ask about things he knew he shouldn’t torture himself with
“So, how was your family vacation?” Two pairs of confused pink eyes stared at him. “Uh, the beach? From last month?” He tried again. Kuramochi began to wonder if the picture was just an elaborate figment of his imagination.
“Oh, that was just a trip we went on. Not really a family vacation...just the two of us.” The brothers looked at each other and Kuramochi felt warm. He’s had plenty of inappropriate thoughts involving both Kominatos over the years. With the knowledge of them being at the beach by themselves already started giving Kuramochi fantasies in his mind that he’d add to his mental collection.
“You-san?”
“Hm?” Kuramochi blinked and focused on the two of them once more. Haruichi looked nervous but Ryousuke looked...amused.
“Why don’t you come back to the hotel with us, You-chan? I think we’d all like some quality time together. Right, Haru?”
“Yes! Please come hang out with us, You-chan?”
How could he possibly say no?
The drinks might have hit Kuramochi more than he thought. The walk from the bar to the hotel was only a few blocks but the air felt thin and he refused to believe the warmth he felt in his belly was from the pink in his periphery. No, it had to be the beers he had even if they were spaced out and few.
Ryousuke opened the door and Haruichi turned, sending a shy smile his way as he entered the lobby backward. “Are you alright, You-san?”
“We’ll get him some water once we’re in the room, Haru. I’m sure he’s just thirsty. Right, You-chan?” Ryousuke was right behind him, a hand brushing Youichi’s lower back as if propelling him forward. Haruichi waited inside the elevator, that sweet smile still in place, and Kuramochi could only nod.
It had to be the alcohol that was making him read too much into this. This was probably just a dream. Kuramochi was really face down, drooling on a table while Sawamura tied his shoelaces together or something equally stupid.
Yes, this was just another wet dream starring the two brothers he’s held feelings for over the years. One of way too many he cared to admit. Kuramochi knew he was sick. He could never choose one, opting to not say anything to either of them. Not that he was delusional enough to think the Kominatos would want him in that way.
Friends. He was going back to his friends’ room to hang out. Catching up with his former teammates, that’s all. Kuramochi took a deep breath as the elevator stopped.
“Last on the left, Haruichi. He always forgets the room number.” Ryousuke teased as he fell into step beside Kuramochi.
“Aniki, don’t tease me.”
“Mm, his mind has been elsewhere.”
“Aniki!”
Haruichi was obviously flustered as he opened the door. His face was red and Kuramochi’s mind betrayed him, reminding him how much he missed that cute embarrassed look of his kohai.
“Come on in, You-san. I’ll get you a water.”
“Thanks, Haruichi.”
The room was like any other room, a random art nouveau piece on the wall, a small tv, balcony access, a bed—
A bed. One bed.
They did say their room. Maybe he misheard?
“Here you go.”
“Ah, thanks.” Kuramochi took the bottle and watched as Ryousuke took a seat in the corner. Haru made himself comfortable on the bed.
“Is your room next door, Ryou-san?”
“Why would we pay for two rooms when we can share, You-chan?”
Kuramochi nearly choked on his drink. He managed to swallow, covering the cough that threatened by clearing his throat. “Oh, right.” His eyes searched the room, looking for a futon maybe stashed away somewhere. He saw nothing.
“Have a seat. Relax. We’ve missed you, You-san. We don’t want to waste a single moment.”
Kuramochi chugged his water. This was a misunderstanding, it can’t be what it seems like. He had to get it together and quit acting weird.
He tossed the bottle in the trash and took a seat on the bed. Kuramochi could’ve sworn he saw Ryousuke smirk and his face felt as hot as Haruichi’s looked.
“I think he’s finally starting to get it, Haruichi, but maybe you should help him the rest of the way.”
“What? What are you talking about?” Kuramochi felt a hand on his knee and froze. “H-haru?”
“You-san. You like us don’t you?”
“Huh? You’re my friends, of course I like you.”
“Haruichi, you’ll have to be more direct.” His eyes opened, gaze piercing right through Kuramochi as it always does. “You want us, Youichi.” It wasn’t a question and Kuramochi wouldn’t have been able to deny it if it were. Ryousuke leaned against the arm of the chair and continued. “We want you too. Have for a long time.”
“Aniki, it’s too much!” Haruichi started to pull away but it was as if a switch was flipped. They wanted him? Kuramochi sure as hell wouldn’t pass this chance up. He grabbed Haruichi’s hand and he could’ve swore Ryousuke purred.
“Don’t underestimate him, Haru. You know better than that.”
“You-san...” Haruichi glanced at Ryousuke, the older brother giving him a tiny nod. When he looked back at Kuramochi he was still flushed, but his expression showed resolve. “Kiss me, You-san. Please.”
For some reason Kuramochi was compelled to look to Ryousuke too, to get the go ahead. His eyes met amused ones and he got a nod as well. “I’m willing to share, but only with you, Youichi.”
Share. One bed. A vacation photo of just the two of them so very close together. A photo they didn’t share online, but only sent to Kuramochi. This was real. They were real. And they were...oh, fuck.
His lips on Haruichi’s was very real.
They were soft but pressed firm, gentle but seeking. Kuramochi held his neck, keeping him in place as he licked into him. When they parted, Ryousuke was leaning forward in the chair, legs spread, his arousal obvious. It caused Kuramochi’s cock to twitch.
“Do you understand, Youichi?”
“I...I think so.”
“Good. Haruichi has been looking forward to this.”
“Aniki, you have too.”
“Guilty.” Ryousuke chuckled lowly and leaned back. “But Haru was more worried. He wasn’t sure you felt the same about him as you do me. I think he could use a little reassurance, You-chan.”
Kuramochi exhaled a laugh, unable to muster his usual boisterous laugh. “Haru, you definitely don’t need to worry about that. I’ve liked you since third year.”
“Because I reminded you of aniki?”
Kuramochi shook his head. “No, it was after you really started coming into your own.”
“And you’ve liked aniki since...?”
“Second year.”
It was Ryousuke’s turn to laugh. “Not since first year, You-chan?”
“Nah, too afraid of you my first year.”
“Hm, fair enough. Are you afraid of me now, You-chan?”
“Not in a bad way.”
“Oh? Well, we’ll learn more about your kinks another time. I think it’s best we keep this simple tonight.” At his words Haruichi slipped off the bed, kneeling on the floor. He looked up at Kuramochi, eyes wide and lips parted.
“A-and simple is...?” Kuramochi croaked out as he let his knees fall apart. Haruichi filled the space there nicely and Kuramochi exhaled as his jeans were unzipped.
“Me being a nice older brother and letting Haruichi get the first taste of you. While I watch.”
“Raise up, You-san.” Kuramochi’s pants were being pulled on and he surprised himself by being able to follow directions at all, as turned on as he was. When his cock was free Haruichi whimpered, fucking whimpered, and Kuramochi bit the inside of his cheek as felt close to blowing his load already.
“May I, You-san?” Haruichi wasn’t even looking at him, those hungry eyes staring at Kuramochi’s twitching cock.
“Fuck. Please.” He managed to rasp out before he felt that wet warmth around him. “Nngh, Haru.”
“His hair, You-chan.” Kuramochi turned his attention back to Ryousuke and cursed again. Ryousuke’s pants were down as well, and he stroked himself as he watched them. “He likes his hair pulled.”
A moan vibrated against him and he looked back down to see Haruichi nodding then taking him in further.
“O-okay.” He glanced at Ryousuke again, licking his lips as he committed the sight to memory, then brought a hand down to the pink strands in front of him and grasped tightly. It earned him a sigh and Kuramochi could feel himself hitting the back of Haruichi’s throat. “So good, Haru.” He praised breathlessly, getting him a pleased hum and an enthusiastic suck in return.
Kuramochi could hear Ryousuke’s breathing pick up from the chair and his fingers tightened in Haruichi’s hair. His hips moved some and Haruichi must’ve approved as he let his mouth go slack and squeezed Kuramochi’s thigh.
“Fuck.” He thrusted slowly, carefully, and eventually there was Ryousuke’s commanding voice again, only slightly strained, telling him to go harder. “Close, I’m-Haru, Ryou—“
“His face. Make a mess, Youichi.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Kuramochi pulled out and came, white catching onto long eyelashes and painting abused red lips. A tongue darted out from them and Kuramochi nearly died.
“He tastes so good, Aniki.”
Ryousuke. Kuramochi’s head whipped to the side to see Ryousuke’s mess on his hand and shirt. This all really just happened. It wasn’t a wild dream at all and they wanted him. But for how long?
“Don’t tease me, Haru.” Ryousuke grabbed a towel conveniently laying next to the chair and cleaned himself up before walking over to wipe Haruichi’s face. He didn’t bother to fix his pants and gave Kuramochi a knowing smirk as he caught him looking. “Next time, Kuramochi. Slow and simple for now, remember? Haru, go finish up and we’ll go to bed.”
The younger Kominato nodded and stood, allowing Kuramochi to see the dark spot on the front of his pants, still buttoned and zipped. Untouched. Kuramochi didn’t know if he could handle anymore surprises from these two.
“Don’t do anything without me, Ryou.”
“I said we’re going to bed. To sleep.” He clarified. “Go, you vixen.” Ryousuke chuckled and brought his attention back to Kuramochi once his brother was in the bathroom. “Questions?”
“Plenty. But one for now.”
“Go ahead.” Ryousuke took a seat next to him on the bed, close so their arms touched.
“You mentioned a next time.”
“That isn’t a question.”
Kuramochi took a deep breath. “I’m in love with you. And him. You two are already...and then me would be three...”
“Yes, you’ve gotten simple math down. Still not a question, You-chan. I’m glad to hear that though. We had a feeling but we wanted to be sure about things before letting you in on...us. Now what’s your question?”
“Do you love me or am I just...something for fun?”
Ryousuke huffed. “We can have plenty of fun on our own.”
Haruichi came out of the bathroom, nude, distracting Kuramochi for a second. “We want to be with you, You-san.”
“How?” Kuramochi looked between them.
“Do you want to be with us?” Ryousuke asked, his tone lacking the usual teasing undercurrent.
“I-I do! So much.”
“Then we’ll find a way. We’ll make it work.” Ryousuke leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. “For now, let’s get some rest and we can have a longer conversation over breakfast.”
“You can be in the middle, You-san.” Haruichi declared.
Undressed and snuggled between the two men he loved, Kuramochi was satisfied.