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The last thing Ichimatsu expected when he walked into the bedroom that evening was to interrupt his two eldest brothers in the middle of something. At first, he thought they might have been wrestling. That seemed more plausible than what was really happening.
Ichimatsu stared in shock as details started to click slowly into place.
Karamatsu was on his knees, hands biting into Osomatsu's hips. And Osomatsu had his hands in Karamatsu's hair and Karamatsu's mouth was... was...
Ichimatsu’s face burned in embarrassment yet he couldn’t look away. Couldn't compute. His brothers seemed to be in the same boat, staring at him like deer caught in headlights.
Karamatsu was the first one to recover from the shock. He shoved Osomatsu back, which didn't really help much. Because now Osomatsu's dick, wet with Karamatsu's saliva, was on full display. No way to deny that now.
“W-what are you doing home so quickly, buraza!?”
Karamatsu’s voice was high pitched, not its usual deep and confident tone. Ichimatsu wasn’t too surprised by that, he supposed. He imagined getting caught with a dick in your mouth would do that to a person.
"I-Ichimatsu? Please say something…" Karamatsu begged, sounding desperate and scared.
Ichimatsu blinked, finally tearing his eyes away from Osomatsu's flushed dick and Karamatsu's slightly swollen lips. Not like the image wasn't burned into his mind forever now.
“Um, I’m just… I’m gonna go—”
“Ah, w-wait, Ichimatsu,” Karamatsu stumbled up to his feet, surging forward. “Let me explain—”
“No, I’m fine, I don’t need an explanation," Ichimatsu said quickly, fighting with Karamatsu over the door.
“Ichimatsu! Please!"
"No!"
“Geeze, Ichimacchan,” Osomatsu suddenly joined the struggle and easily helped Karamatsu wrenched the door out of Ichimatsu's hold. “You act like you haven’t seen our dicks before.”
This isn’t like other times, shitty eldest! He wanted to scream but the embarrassment tied his tongue into a knot.
Osomatsu snatched Ichimatsu up by the front of the hoodie, dragging him across the room. Ichimatsu heard the door shut firmly behind him and knew Karamatsu had blocked his only exit.
“W-w-wait!” Ichimatsu stuttered as Osomatsu shoved him onto the couch. “What you two do is your own fucking business. I don't give two shits. I want no part of it!"
Osomatsu flopped down next to him, his dick thankfully put away, and slung his arm over his shoulders to tug him in close.
“Hmm, you sure about that?” Osomatsu asked quietly into his ear. “You’re pretty hard for someone that doesn’t want to be a part of it.”
Ichimatsu’s eyes widened, tense. He'd been hoping his brothers wouldn't notice before he escaped. There was no way his blood hadn’t rushed south with a damn blowjob happening right in front of him. Jarring or not, his brothers or not, he was a horny bastard, okay?
Ichimatsu’s mouth was dry, heart hammering in fear. He couldn’t take it. The shame and embarrassment running through his body. He was going to break if they teased him about it or pushed him.
“I—”
“Ichimatsu, look—” Karamatsu approached, hands wringing tightly. He took a seat on the other side of Ichimatsu, eyes wide and begging. “We— it isn’t a… um…”
This was one of the times Ichimatsu could say he was happy Karamatsu was so unobservant. Somehow, by some miracle, he hadn’t noticed his obvious erection or heard Osomatsu calling him out on it. The relief was brief, however, since Ichimatsu could see Osomatsu grinning slyly out of the corner of his eye, waiting in the wings to ruin his life.
He tried his best to focus on what Karamatsu was saying instead. Maybe his erection would go down if he listened to the idiot talk long enough.
“It isn’t… we just needed to destress, right, Osomatsu?”
Holy shit, was that spittle or cum on the corner of Karamatsu's mouth? Shock ran through Ichimatsu’s body. It was definitely cum. He’d actually seen Karamatsu sucking Osomatsu off, hadn’t he?!
“Something like that,” Osomatsu hummed beside him.
Fingertips brushed up the back of Ichimatsu’s neck then. Slow and teasing.
Goosebumps rose up, muscles quivered. His cock thickened, a now solid weight against his thigh. He wanted to elbow Osomatsu in the damn gut but knew that would only encourage the bastard to tease him more. He had to settle for shoving his hands into his sweatshirt pocket and hope it was enough to hide what was growing in his pants from Karamatsu.
Osomatsu clearly wanted to make him as uncomfortable as fucking possible. Probably searching for something to use and keep him quiet.
Tch. Like Ichimatsu even considered telling the others the others. Hell, he wanted amnesia right now so he could forget about it!
“So, it… you see—”
“I already said I don't need to know, Shittymatsu,” Ichimatsu growled out, lip curling up. "I don't fucking care about you two enough to give a shit.”
Karamatsu flinched at his words. Osomatsu’s hand paused its teasing. Ichimatsu wouldn’t admit to the guilt that built up in his chest. He cared. He cared so damn much for his brothers. Karamatsu and Osomatsu, in particular. He’d always looked up to them, actually. His two eldest brothers…
But, this wasn’t about that. This was about escaping before Karamatsu noticed he was turned on by what he’d seen. He promised he’d make it up to them later, somehow, but right now he had to get out of there.
He shoved his shoulder into Karamatsu’s chest to make room for him to stand. The second he tried, though, Osomatsu’s hand clamped down onto his nape. Nails bit in hard enough to make him flinch.
Don’t you dare move was the very clear warning. And Ichimatsu’s ears burned as his cock bobbed and leaked for reasons he was a little scared to explore.
“It really is a great stress relief, Ichimacchan,” Osomatsu said, hand relaxing just a bit. “You should give it a try. Bet you’d like it.”
“Osomatsu!” Karamatsu scolded, oblivious as always to the tension.
“Karamatsu always gets so flustered,” Osomatsu explained as if he hadn't just been interrupted. “He’s kind of the bottom.”
Ichimatsu did not need the image of Karamatsu taking dick up his ass right now. He really, really didn’t.
“First off, I’m not a bottom! I’m a service top!” Karamatsu protested, making Ichimatsu just want to die of embarrassment. “Secondly, you’re making Ichimatsu uncomfortable!”
Secondly?!
Osomatsu’s face had an expression of surprise as he shifted to get a clear view of Ichimatsu’s face. That feigned look couldn’t fool Ichimatsu, though. He was well aware of the fingers flexing around his neck in warning.
“I dunno, Karamatsu.” Osomatsu’s eyes raked over his body for a moment, pausing on where Ichimatsu was trying to cover himself. “He looks pretty comfortable to me. Sitting between us like this. Don’t you think so? I bet Ichimatsu wants to see more.”
Ichimatsu’s head swam dizzily at the suggestion. His dick was fully erect now. Straining against his sweats, it pushed incessantly against his sweater and fists that were his only means of cover. If Karamatsu looked down now, Ichimatsu would be finished.
“You can watch, Ichimacchan, we don’t mind."
“Don’t say that!” Karamatsu snapped, startling Ichimatsu with the force in his voice.
Karamatsu leaned over Ichimatsu, getting right up in Osomatsu’s face. He looked pissed, actually. Something Ichimatsu — even with all his harsh comments — had never seen on Karamatsu’s face. Not even once.
Osomatsu, however, wasn’t perturbed in the slightest. He turned his head to meet Karamatsu head on. And while Ichimatsu was glad with eyes were not on him for once, he felt like the worst was yet to come.
“What? Do you mind?”
“You—” Karamatsu growled. “Ichimatsu doesn’t even know what’s going on and—HM!”
Oh. My. God.
Ichimatsu tried to sink as far back into the cushions. Osomatsu had suddenly dragged Karamatsu into a kiss by the front of his shirt. Right over top of him. Karamatsu struggled but Osomatsu held on tight and merely pulled Karamatsu onto Ichimatsu’s lap to keep him from squirming away.
Ichimatsu’s nails dug into his palms, eyes wide and unable to look away. Karamatsu released a soft sound of protest ("S-Stop…") but whatever Osomatsu was doing with his mouth must have been making it hard for Karamatsu to resist.
Because, in the next moment, Karamatsu moaned, eyes fluttering in bliss. Ichimatsu jolted as Karamatsu’s hand suddenly dropped onto his knee, fingers twisting in his sweats for dear life. Just a little higher and that hand would be—
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!
He had to be hallucinating. There was no way his brothers were making out on top of him right now. But Ichimatsu could hear their lips smacking together, could see the saliva dripping down their chins, and their tongues slipping against each other. The shaky breaths and quiet hums weren’t any better.
By the time they parted, Ichimatsu was shaking visibly. Head swimming with arousal, chest heaving, dick aching, Ichimatsu watched as the two of them looked at each other with bedroom eyes and swollen lips, looking lost in themselves.
Control slipping through lax fingers, Ichimatsu fucking whined.
Karamatsu blinked, looking as if he’d just been startled out of a dream.
“Ichimatsu…?” Karamatsu asked in concern as if he’d forgotten Ichimatsu had been sitting there in the first place.
In contrast, Osomatsu dragged his tongue along his bottom lip, catching the smear of Karamatsu’s lip gloss, and winked at him from over Karamatsu’s shoulder.
“Are you okay?”
I am obviously not fucking okay, Shittymatsu!!
“He’s fine, Karamatsu,” Osomatsu said, nodding down. “I think he’s just feeling a bit left out is all.”
Karamatsu’s eyes dropped down and Ichimatsu was too slow to cover himself up. The second eldest sucked in a breath confirming that he'd seen.
Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes as humiliation and shame rolled sickeningly in his gut. He was dirty. Disgusting. Trash.
What the fuck was wrong with him? Horny or not, no one was this depraved. His brothers could fuck all they wanted but he… he shouldn’t be this turned on by it.
"Oh, Ichimacchan, it’s okay!” Osomatsu soothed. “We’re not making fun of you. We actually like what we see. Right, Karamatsu?”
"Yes," Karamatsu agreed breathlessly. “Very much so.”
Ichimatsu blinked open his teary eyes to see Karamatsu looking at him in wonder. Not disgust like he’d expected. Neither of them were.
“Yeah, you’re hot as hell right now, Ichimatsu,” Osomatsu rumbled, leaning in.
The first brush of soft, wet lips along his neck had Ichimatsu shivering uncontrollably. His hand reached out reflexively, fisting into Karamatsu’s shitty tank top. His skin was so sensitive, body on high alert after the display they had put on. He felt like he could burst right then and there and all from Osomatsu’s lips closing around his spiking pulse.
“Jesus,” Karamatsu whispered and suddenly his lips were on Ichimatsu next, giving him his first ever kiss.
Setting Ichimatsu’s whole body on fire, he whimpered as his other hand gripped onto Osomatsu’s hoodie as well. Teeth bit into his shoulder and Ichimatsu jolted, gasping wetly into the kiss.
Shit, shit.
“Shh,” Karamatsu murmured against his lips, hands bunching up his sweatshirt “We’ll take good care of you, my darling.”
When it came to Karamatsu, Ichimatsu could almost believe it. The gentle way he tugged Ichimatsu's shirt over his head. His hands moved from his stomach and up his chest as if he was delicate and precious all at once.
It didn't stop Ichimatsu from glaring and guarding his embarrassment with a strong yet horribly breathless: "Fuck you, Shittymatsu."
“Now you're getting it,” Osomatsu spoke up cheerfully, leaving his neck to slip off the couch.
Ichimatsu didn’t get to see what he was doing as Karamatsu had swooped back in to delve into his mouth. Not that it mattered. Osomatsu didn’t stay away for long.
A mouth closed around one of his nipples. Ichimatsu tore out of the kiss with a hiss, reaching up to tangle his fingers into Osomatsu’s hair. The bastard dug his teeth into the budding flesh the second Ichimatsu tried to jerk his head away.
"F-fuck," Ichimatsu gritted out, shuddering at the pain.
Osomatsu hummed, soothing the bite with his tongue a moment later. Ichimatsu hadn’t ever thought his nipples were sensitive but here he fucking was, shaking like a drug addict needing a fix.
"So beautiful," Karamatsu whispered, looking entranced on the other side of him.
Ichimatsu was not expecting him to reach up to pinch and twist his other nipple between his fingers. Osomatsu sucked harshly, no doubt bruising him, at the same time in some kind of coordinated attack on Ichimatsu’s senses. The pain and pleasure mixed dangerously in his blood, drawing out another whimper from him.
"You sound so wonderful, Ichimatsu," Karamatsu spoke quietly, eyes intent on his face. "Sing for me, angel."
Ichimatsu pressed his lips together stubbornly, hating and loving the praise. He was never good at taking compliments or requests from Karamatsu. It made him embarrassed and angry all at once.
So, even when Karamatsu twisted the nub between his fingers, and Ichimatsu's thighs quaked and his dick leaked, he refused to make a sound. It didn't seem to deter Karamatsu, though. Actually, Ichimatsu could see his dick straining in his skin tight jeans. Was he getting off on Ichimatsu's stubbornness? Really?
Karamatsu released Ichimatsu at the same time Osomatsu popped off his nipple with a grin. Ichimatsu slumped back and glared at the smug bastards in front of him as he attempted to heave air back into his lungs.
Maybe he shouldn't have held his breath to hold back his moans. But what choice did he have when that brilliant, sharp, beautiful pain sang through his body so loudly? Fulfil Shittymatsu's request? Ichimatsu thought fucking not.
"Stubborn as always, huh, Karamatsu? We'll have to fix that!" his brother laughed as he leaned up to rub Ichimatsu's nose with his affectionately. "Let's start by taking off your pants, Ichimacchan!"
"Wait, what?!" Ichimatsu exclaimed but Osomatsu already had him up and his sweatpants down and over his ass in less than a second.
There wasn't a single moment to protest. His pants joined his discarded shirt on the floor. And it wasn't like Ichimatsu had planned for this to happen so, of course, his dumbass wasn't wearing any underwear. His dick sprang free immediately. Hot, red, and weeping for the whole world to see.
His brothers paused to stare hungrily as if Ichimatsu was some great feast laid out before them. Ichimatsu wanted to cover up. Osomatsu must have sensed it, however; because the second Ichimatsu tried, the other's fingers closed around his wrists and pinned them to the cushions.
"Hey, Karamatsu, go get the lube," Osomatsu ordered, sitting back onto his heels.
Ichimatsu startled at the words, eyes snapping to Karamatsu as he stood obediently and crossed the room with purpose. Wait, lube? For what? For him? Oh god it was probably for him!
"Um, Osomatsu-niisAH!" Ichimatsu yelped loudly as something warm and wetengulfed his cock. "O-oh… oh my god."
His eyes dropped down in time to watch Osomatsu slide down his dick without a single damn problem. Once he was to the base, it was heaven and hell all mixed into one. There was no way Ichimatsu could keep quiet as Osomatsu began to move, pulling back to suck directly on the head.
He groaned loudly, head hitting the back of the couch, as all the fight, flight, doubt, and tension left his body. Osomatsu squeezed his wrists tightly as he started up a rapid pace, bobbing up and down. Ichimatsu panted, eyes rolling in the back of his head, hips lifting, back arching, tingles exploding all over his body.
Holy shit, he'd never be able to masturbate again.
"Are you alright, my kitten?"
Karamatsu was back. Too bad Ichimatsu was too far gone for a scathing comment or a headbutt at the painful nickname. Instead, he turned his head and begged without words for Karamatsu to do something, anything.
"So good, Ichimatsu," he praised gently, leaning in to plant little kisses all over Ichimatsu's sweaty face and neck.
Ichimatsu shivered and groaned, hands twisting desperately in Osomatsu's grip. He needed to hold and grab, needed to pull that idiot's lips down to his so he could stop making such embarrassing noises!
"Go easy on him, Osomatsu," Karamatsu spoke against his skin, nose running along a strained tendon in Ichimatsu's neck. "It's his first time, after all."
Osomatsu fucking hummed around his cock. The vibrations threw Ichimatsu from kind of close to his orgasm suddenly spilling out of him and down his brother’s throat.
Ichimatsu was certain he screamed. Or moaned. Or, fuck, maybe it was both.
Over the blood rushing in his ears and the best orgasm of his damn life leaving him limp and boneless, Ichimatsu wasn't too sure of anything at that moment. His vision had blanked out, soul leaving him to depart to heaven. He only came back down when a tongue licked up the side of his softening dick.
It dragged another moan out of Ichimatsu’s heaving chest and a snicker out of Osomatsu.
“You know,” he said after a beat, way too smug. “I always figured you’d be a screamer. Nice to know I was right.”
"S-shut it," Ichimatsu managed between breaths.
"Awh, he's coherent enough to talk! Better than your first blowjob, Karamatsu!"
"You also made me come multiple times to be an ass," Karamatsu huffed goodnaturedly, hand brushing Ichimatsu's sweaty bangs from his face. "Are you okay, Ichimatsu?"
It took Ichimatsu a moment to remember his body had muscles and how to use them to nod. But he fucking managed it.
"Good! That means it's time for the best part!" Osomatsu perked up, releasing Ichimatsu's numb and limp hands to root around on the couch for something.
"Osomatsu, I said be gentle, remember?" Karamatsu reminded the eldest.
His brother finally kissed him then and Ichimatsu sighed into it, closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth and gentleness that filled him.
"No, you said go easy. We both know Ichimatsu doesn't like gentle," Osomatsu snorted, flopping back onto the couch on Ichimatsu's other side.
Karamatsu pulled out of the kiss with Ichimatsu to glare at Osomatsu.
"Osomatsu."
"What?" Osomatsu glanced up at him before he rolled his eyes. "Oh, don't give me that look. You know it's true."
Ichimatsu’s eyes opened slightly, too tired to give much effort into it, as the two faced off in front of him once more.
"I don't think we should assume—"
Ichimatsu’s mind was numb, his body still sizzling underneath the surface, but wasn’t there something he was forgetting about this situation? It was hard to piece together. Something… wrong, maybe? But, it didn’t feel wrong. It felt amazingly right somehow.
"Fine. Ichimatsu, face me real quick."
Ichimatsu tilted his head and Osomatsu obliterated all coherent thought in an instant. With tongue, teeth, and heat.
Osomatsu kissed differently than Karamatsu. Karamatsu was soft, delicate, and loving. Guiding almost. Osomatsu kissed him like he wanted to devour him. Drink his protests and his soul directly from his mouth.
Ichimatsu found his hands already fisting in Osomatsu's shirt, tugging him closer. Wanting more, no, demanding more. And Osomatsu gave it to him. Pushed him hard enough that Ichimatsu was forced to the side and had nowhere to go but directly into Karamatsu's chest.
Karamatsu's legs ended up on either side of him as the man’s arms circled his waist to situate him closer. Osomatsu’s lips did nothing to distract Ichimatsu from the heat burning against his spine. He just hadn’t been able to rub two brain cells together to realize it was Karamatsu’s dick until Osomatsu pulled away.
"See? He likes it rough," Osomatsu pointed out. "He's already hard again."
Ichimatsu blinked and looked down in surprise. Holy shit, was that possible? He could recall his refractory period being a lot longer than that.
"Doesn't mean he can't appreciate other ways, Osomatsu," Karamatsu argued, tilting Ichimatsu's head back gently.
His lips brushed against his, soft and electrifying. Ichimatsu's hands laxed their hold on Osomatsu, torn between the two all of a sudden. There was some merit in Karamatsu's style, he supposed.
"So you say," Osomatsu grumbled quietly, the sound of rustling clothing coming to Ichimatsu's ears.
Then his knees were pushed up to his chest, startling him out of the kiss and back to focusing on Osomatsu. Karamatsu’s hand cupped the back of his knees to hold his position. Ichimatsu latched onto his forearms, anticipation sparking in his veins. Osomatsu grinned up at him for a moment before he dipped down between his legs once more.
This time, instead of his mouth on his dick, Ichimatsu felt a wet probing muscle at this entrance. Ichimatsu’s nails bit into Karamatsu’s arms. What the fuck was Osomatsu doing?! Was he literally licking his asshole right now!?
"Does it feel good, Ichimatsu?" Karamatsu rumbled in his ear
"I-its weird," Ichimatsu gasped and shuddered as the tongue added pressure, threatening to slip inside him.
Osomatsu’s nose pressed against his taint as he seemed to shift closer. His hair tickled the underside of Ichimatsu’s balls, stimulating him in ways he never thought of; and when Osomatsu’s tongue breached the tight ring of muscle, he couldn’t help but jolt and moan. His legs shaking, toes curling.
Holy shit, was Osomatsu actually this good at ass licking or was Ichimatsu’s hole just that sensitive?
“Is Osomatsu doing a good job, Ichimatsu?” Karamatsu spoke up again, voice quiet but breathless.
“Y-yes!”
Osomatsu’s tongue delved deeper as a reward for being so honest. Ichimatsu cried out as it pumped in and out of him, fucking him slowly. God, he was going to come. He could feel it, building, twisting, rising, and—
Osomatsu pulled away. Ichimatsu’s body unclenched, a whine escaping him.
"Don't worry, Ichimatsu, niichan isn’t done yet,” Osomatsu promised as he pulled a bottle up out of nowhere. He popped the cap and squeezed liquid onto his fingers.
Ichimatsu didn't realize what it was for until one stroked against his entrance, testing. He immediately tensed, legs trying to close. Osomatsu glanced up.
"Karamatsu."
"Hmm, I got him," Karamatsu purred.
His hand released Ichimatsu's knee and moved to grio Ichimatsu’s cock just as Osomatsu’s finger slipped inside him. Osomatsu’s finger eased in bit by bit, going much deeper than his tongue had, until Ichimatsu could feel his knuckles against him. All the while, Karamatsu pumped slowly and gently up his cock.
“S-shit,” Ichimatsu breathed, head collapsing back onto Karamatsu’s shoulder. “Ni-niisan…”
“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy,” Osomatsu whined as he shoved a second finger into Ichimatsu’s hole.
Two didn’t fit in quite as easily, making the stretch sting; but, to Ichimatsu, it felt like deliverance. The sweetest punishment. His leg that had been freed from Karamatsu’s grasp hooked around Osomatsu’s waist, trying to tug him closer, push him deeper. He tried to move his hips to meet Osomatsu’s fingers halfway but he was failing.
“Is it good, Ichimatsu?” Karamatsu whispered, thumb smearing through his precum, oozing just a little more out as he pressed down.
It was all too slow, too gentle. He needed—
“Kuh-Karamatsu-niisan,” Ichimatsu gasped out, begging, pleading. “O-Osomatsu-niisan…”
“Yes, my darling? Tell us what you need,” Karamatsu groaned out, sweaty forehead pressing against Ichimatsu’s temple.
“Y-yeah,” Osomatsu urged, stretching up to kiss Ichimatsu. “How can we make you feel good?”
"M-more…"
Osomatsu froze — both fingers and lips. Karamatsu paused too. When Osomatsu began to pull out of the kiss, Ichimatsu whined and gripped Osomatsu so he couldn’t leave.
“P-Please!” Ichimatsu kissed him desperately. “More, Osomatsu-niisan!”
Answering his plea, three fingers plunged deep into his ass. Ichimatsu keened, overwhelmed. Karamatsu kissing his neck, Osomatsu sucking his tongue harshly, the fingers curling inside him, the hand gripping him tightly to stop him from exploding.
“Yess,” Ichimatsu hissed into Osomatsu’s mouth, hand moving to get a solid grip on Osomatsu’s hair.
“I-Ichimatsu,” Karamatsu called, shuddering against him.
Ichimatsu became aware that both brothers were rutting against him. Karamatsu’s jeans scraped the skin on his ass while Osomatsu rolled his hips against the back of his thighs. Ichimatsu could see Osomatsu’s face was flushed, pupils blown wide, as he stared directly into his eyes.
“Are you ready for something bigger, Ichimacchan?”
Ichimatsu didn’t have to answer. Apparently, the bite that dug into Osomatsu’s bottom lip was enough. He pulled away with a breathless laugh.
When his fingers left his ass, Ichimatsu felt so empty. The pleasure settled to something more manageable and he squirmed, needing it to tear his senses away.
There was the sound of shuffling clothes and Ichimatsu glanced down.
Oh.
Karamatsu’s dick now peeked up from between his legs, slightly thicker and longer than his own. Osomatsu’s hand wrapped around it, smearing lube from base to tip, before he maneuvered it to Ichimatsu’s twitching hole.
Karamatsu’s long groan in Ichimatsu’s ear had him vibrating in need.
“You ready, Karamatsu?” Osomatsu asked gently.
“Uh huh,” Karamatsu breathed, hands leaving Ichimatsu’s dick to hold his legs up to his chest once more. “Ichimatsu?”
Ichimatsu nodded frantically, teeth digging into his lip. The tip rubbed against him, gently, before it began to press inside him. Ichimatsu cried out as it breached past the tight ring of muscles.
It hurt. A lot more than any of the fingers had but he supposed it was so much larger. It split him open, punching air from his lungs, leaving him incoherent. He wondered wildly for a moment if Osomatsu's dick was just as big.
“Shh,” Osomatsu soothed as Ichimatsu sobbed. “Hold onto me, baby, I got you.”
Osomatsu brought both of Ichimatsu’s arms around his shoulders, kissing away his tears. Karamatsu pressed in slowly. The pain was there, sparking hot and bright, but the pleasure was starting to build once more, waves cresting higher and higher.
“Shit,” Karamatsu shuddered as he sheathed himself fully into Ichimatsu. “I-Ichimatsu, you feel—”
“Fuck,” Osomatsu groaned. “I wish I could be inside you too, Ichimatsu.”
Osomatsu pressed his cock between Ichimatsu's thighs then, giving them both some much needed friction. Ichimatsu choked, overwhelmed. Karamatsu hadn't even moved yet.
"Ichimatsu?" Osomatsu kissed his nose. "Are you ready?"
Ichimatsu nodded again, unable to speak. His thoughts were jumbled, disjointed. And when Osomatsu wrapped his arms around Ichimatsu’s middle, lifted him up, and dropped him back down on Karamatsu’s cock, his brain was wiped clean completely.
Riding Karamatsu and having Osomatsu’s dick glide against his left him forgetting that anything existed beyond the here and now. Words lost their substance. Became nothing but colors and sounds and feelings. He clung and tore at Osomatsu’s shoulders lost in the thrusts of both of his brothers. Karamatsu was mouthing at his neck or speaking maybe. An endless stream of what might have been praise. Osomatsu shared the same air as him, gasping into each other’s mouths, sweaty foreheads pressed tightly together.
Then, an explosion ripped through him. A supernova that rocked shockwaves and light throughout his body and then strunk into a burning, swirling single pinpoint.
Osomatsu’s voice suddenly popped into existence. A deep, rumbling blurb of sound that made his brother seem like someone else entirely.
“There.”
Osomatsu’s arms retracted, hands gripping his waist now. But, instead of him determining the pace, Karamatsu rocketed into him unexpectedly. Ichimatsu lost vision as another star detonated inside him. And another and another.
Ichimatsu seized the meaty part of Osomatsu’s shoulder between his teeth. A scream, muffled and resonating, tore out of him as his body tightened up and released in the (now) strongest orgasm of his lifetime.
Osomatsu buried his face into the shoulder that wasn’t occupied by Karamatsu, making his own marks. He surged forward once, twice, and then tensed above him, teeth bared against his skin. Karamatsu released Ichimatsu’s leg, letting them drape over Osomatsu’s thighs, in favor of wrapping his arms around his waist. Ichimatsu felt the surge of warmth inside him, sending an aftershock through him.
There was no sense of time as Ichimatsu slowly returned to his body. Vision returned, static faded, and sensation tingled throughout him. He found his brothers holding onto him, still gasping around him. He unhooked his jaw from Osomatsu’s skin and saw the bruising in the shape of teeth already starting to form.
It sent a shiver throughout him, arousal somehow burning in his gut once more.
Osomatsu seemed to recover first as a breathless laugh punched out of him. Shakily, he straightened up, hands running over Ichimatsu’s thighs. That was when Ichimatsu saw the utter mess that covered him. Cum painted his stomach, pooled in his belly button, and even managed to stain Osomatsu’s shirt.
“Everyone alright?” Osomatsu questioned.
“I think I saw heaven,” Karamatsu gave a groan, raising his head up to kiss at Ichimatsu’s cheek.
Ichimatsu nodded, voice still failing him. A sound managed to fall from his lips, though, when Karamatsu shifted, dick slipping out of his hole. The rush of liquid he felt drip out of him made him shiver.
His brothers lifted him up and resituated him to the other end of the couch, laying him out and tucking his sweatshirt under his head for a pillow. After making sure Ichimatsu was comfortable, the pair of them stood at the edge of the couch, eyeing the couch critically.
“This is going to be a pain to clean up,” Osomatsu decided, sighing heavily. “Karamatsu, wanna grab that stain remover stuff again?”
Karamatsu nodded as he shoved his cock back into his pants. Osomatsu was naked on his bottom half, having completely shredded his pants and underwear sometime during the whole incident. Ichimatsu watched Karamatsu leave the room in a bit of a daze.
“You doing alright there, Ichimatsu?” Osomatsu asked as he plucked the community box of tissues from the bookshelf.
“I think so,” Ichimatsu managed to croak.
Osomatsu hummed as he flopped down next to him and began cleaning him up.
“U-um,” Ichimatsu wetted his lips when Osomatsu’s eyes met his. “S-sorry about the…” He gestured vaguely to his neck.
“Heh, wait until you see yours.” Ichimatsu grimaced and Osomatsu smiled. “Hey, no big deal, Karamatsu has some pretty killer concealer.”
Huh, guess that explained why Ichimatsu never noticed the two of them fucking before now.
Karamatsu returned fairly quickly. He scrubbed at the couch for a few minutes, hopefully working the stain out of it.
“Don’t forget to flip it over or Choromatsu will never shut up,” Osomatsu commented as he tossed a handful of tissues into the trash can.
“True,” Karamatsu agreed, immediately doing just that. “We should probably head to the bathhouse.”
“Yeah, the others will probably be home soon,” Osomatsu nodded as he wandered to the closet, pulling out fresh clothes for all three of them.
“Ichimatsu,” Karamatsu called softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “How are you feeling, my love?”
Ichimatsu could feel his cheeks burn at the nickname as if that was the one thing to be embarrassed about right now.
“G-gross,” he mumbled out.
Karamatsu took no offense and merely chuckled. Osomatsu appeared once again, smiling.
“Awh, embarrassed Ichimacchan is always so cute. Like a grumpy little kitten!”
“Shut up,” Ichimatsu groaned out, burying his face into his arms.
“Okay, okay,” he conceded, setting down Ichimatsu’s clothes on the armrest. “Come on, let’s get you dressed.”
“I can do it myself,” Ichimatsu said, placing his hands underneath him and pushing upright.
He was sore but it was manageable for now. He probably would have some difficulty walking tomorrow, considering the position he’d been in and it being his first time and all. He grabbed his shirt, tugging it over his head. His neck felt tight as well, giving an idea of the extent of his hickeys.
He stood up to slip his pants on, noting Osomatsu hadn’t bothered to give him underwear, when his legs suddenly gave out underneath him.
“Whoa!” Karamatsu steadied him. “What is it?”
Holy shit, his thighs were shaking so badly he couldn’t stand. And the aches he had been feeling intensified tenfold the second he stood up. His back burned and ached, so tight that he couldn’t straight up fully.
“Awh! Poor Cherry-Popped-San!” Osomatsu teased.
“Shut up!” Ichimatsu squeaked.
He wished he had the energy to kick Osomatsu in the face as he bent down to help put his sweats on. As it was, the eldest had to be the one to lift each leg into its proper position. Once the elastic band snapped around his waist, Osomatsu ruffled Ichimatsu’s hair.
“Just teasing, Ichimacchan,” he said, leaning in to kiss his nose. “You got him, Karamatsu?”
“Of course, buraza!”
Ichimatsu wasn’t prepared for Karamatsu suddenly turning and lifting him onto his back.
“I can walk!” he protested, clinging to his shoulders and squirming.
“Doubtful,” Osomatsu chuckled, grabbing all of the bathing supplies and opening the door to the bedroom once more.
“Just let us take care of you, my darling,” Karamatsu said softly.
For some reason, it immediately quieted Ichimatsu down. He still buried his face into his brother’s shoulder back, too embarrassed to see any passersby staring at them, but he accepted the help without any further complaint.
"H-hey, um, why..." He swallowed thickly. "Why did you...?"
"Ravish you?" Karamatsu interjected.
"Fucked your brains out?" Osomatsu also tossed out.
"... yeah..."
Karamatsu and Osomatsu were silent for a moment, seemingly considering it.
"Well, the only reason we've been fucking each other was because we were in love with you," Osomatsu suddenly announced.
Ichimatsu's head snapped up, staring at him in surprise.
"Yes," Karamatsu nodded, confirming this impossible statement. "I suppose when you interrupted us, we just couldn't hold ourselves back. Are you... upset with us?"
Ichimatsu paused, considering that.
"No," he finally answered.
He felt the tension in the air break, even heard Osomatsu's sigh of relief.
It was strange. He probably he should have been freaking out. Maybe even a little bit angry. Yet, he couldn’t find it in him to care. All he felt was a blissful calm. Even his thoughts — usually so loud and self deprecating — had been silenced in the aftermath. It was probably the postcordial affection talking but he could almost imagine he felt this love thing they were talking about. Something brighter and warmer than he usually felt for his brothers.
Besides, if he had to lose his virginity to anyone, he conceded, he certainly could have done a lot worse than his two favorite brothers.