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The sight that greets you when you come home after a long day is enough to make you drop your keys.
Shisui is the picture of leisure; leaning back into the couch with arms thrown across the back, lazy smile painting his face as he greets you with a two-finger wave. His hair sticks to his forehead with sweat, dark eyes bright with arousal. He's naked to the waist, broad chest on display and trousers loose around his hips; he catches the way your gaze trails the dips and lines of his muscled torso, shooting you a playful wink when you manage to drag your eyes back to his. You throw him a flat look even as you step out of your shoes, shrugging your jacket off and leaving it to lay in a pile by the door. Your attention is drawn to Itachi, who is currently downright writhing in Shisui's lap, his panting breaths loud in the quiet of your shared home.
His legs are pressed tight together between Shisui's spread thighs, pale back bowing forward and nails digging harshly into the edge of the couch cushions, threatening to split the fabric in his desperation. His hair falls loose around his shoulders, dark strands brushing across his chest and falling past his bowed head like a curtain. As you step closer, you can see he's impaling himself on Shisui's cock, desperately riding his lap. Your breath catches even as a sudden surge of arousal shoots through your core, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth as you lean forward next to them, catching sight of Shisui's thick shaft plunging deep into Itachi's hole.
You moan at the sight, reaching out to run a hand back through Shisui's hair in tender affection; he grins up at you, even as he swallows thickly from the tightening of Itachi's ass around his cock. Your answering smirk is wry, and your hand moves to tuck your fingers beneath Itachi's chin, urging him to finally look up from the floor and into your eyes.
Tears run down his cheeks, skin flushed a deep red all the way down to his naked chest. His hair falls haphazardly into his eyes, the dark strands catching in his lashes as he blinks desperately up at you. Your lips part, tilting your head to the side as you move your thumb to tease at his bottom lip. Itachi immediately, instinctively, opens his mouth at the touch, tongue sticking out to lick at your digit. Your breath shudders out of you, and you lean forward to press a long kiss to his forehead in reward.
Itachi is thoroughly debauched; the sight of your normally quite put-together boyfriend with glazed eyes and pleas on his lips is heady and enticing in spades, and you feel your stomach clench. He whispers your name in a broken pant, glancing up at you with lidded eyes. "I'm not allowed to touch. Dove, it's been an hour, please - please, touch me, I can't -"
His words are cut off by a swift swat to the side of his ass, courtesy of Shisui; Itachi arches back, moaning low in his throat. "If you're going to start begging anyone, it should be me." Shisui's tone is light but his words are anything but, and you shoot him a sharp glance. Shisui rolls his eyes but offers you a nod; Itachi's been teased enough, he deserves relief. Tapping your fingers against Itachi's thigh, he stills on Shisui's lap obediently, and looks to you with something akin to worship.
"An hour, hmm? Poor thing," you croon gently, moving to kneel in front of the pair. Arousal makes your core beat in time with your pulse, but this isn't about you; not right now. Itachi's eyes are still locked on you, throat bobbing as he swallows. With another tap to his leg, he spreads his thighs so they drape over Shisui's, leaving him open and exposed.
His cock is swollen and leaking precome, twitching minutely as you lean forward, nails dragging lightly up his thighs. He's eager, head thrown back to rest against Shisui's shoulder, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. Glancing down, you can easily spot the shift of muscle as he clenches his ass around Shisui's cock, making the other man hiss between his teeth. Shisui moves Itachi's hair so it falls gracefully over a single shoulder, leaving his neck bare for a broad palm to curve against the elegant line of his throat. Shisui refuses to move, refuses to thrust up into Itachi's eager hole; content to fill him and wait for desperation to begin clawing its way through his veins once more. You can see it plain as the pair of you share a look, your smile turning wicked as you nuzzle against Itachi's thigh, chuckling warmly at the way he tenses and whispers your name.
"Open your eyes," Shisui says, using the hand around Itachi's throat to urge him to look down at where you perch. "Good boy," he adds when Itachi obeys, smirk curving his mouth. Itachi's dark eyes lock on your face, and you wait until he gives you a small nod before you place a hand on his neglected cock.
His shaft jumps in your hand, a small chuckle escaping your lips as you use the tip of a finger to trace the thick vein circling his cock, nails scraping over his skin lighter than a feather.
"Please, dove," Itachi whispers, tongue peeking out to wet his dry lips. His petname for you never fails to make you giddy, and it's with an indulgent and pleased smile that you lean forward to finally lick a stripe from his balls to his tip.
Itachi's reaction is immediate and visceral. His back arches, breath escaping in a hiss as Shisui's hand tightens over his throat in response. You can feel his thighs tense and tremble beneath your hand, and it's difficult to pull yourself back before you can get too carried away.
"Such a good boy, holding on for this long," you whisper softly, hand rubbing Itachi's knee. "You did so well, sweetheart; let us take care of you now, hmm?"
Itachi is nodding before you finish speaking, his flush deepening. You can tell he's close already; too much teasing and edging, too much time spent bouncing on Shisui's cock, that sweet spot inside him undoubtedly over-stimulated.
With a smirk, you curve a tight fist around the base of his shaft, nodding at Shisui. He returns your smirk with a half-feral one of his own, and then his hands are moving to grasp the backs of Itachi's knees. He uses his strength and leverage to hold Itachi open, weight pressed against his chest to give you both room to work. Between one breath and the next Shisui is planting his feet flat on the floor, and bucking his hips to thrust as deep as his cock can reach into Itachi's eager hole.
You watch him plunge into that tight ring of muscle, lip caught between your teeth and arousal making your hips instinctively rock. You begin to move your fist up and down Itachi's shaft, jerking him in time with Shisui's thrusts. Itachi arches his back, teeth bared and jaw clenched as his hands scramble for anything to grasp on to, any tether to find in the sudden storm he's been swept up in. He finds Shisui's thigh and your hair, digging his nails deep into his skin and tenderly pushing the hair from your face. You lean into his touch, sighing softly beneath your breath.
"You're doing so good," you tell him with a smile, fist moving faster over his cock. "You look so beautiful like this, you know that? Sweating and desperate, begging between us. This is where you belong, isn't it, love?"
"Yes," Itachi moans out immediately, making Shisui chuckle. He buries his nose in Itachi's hair, pounding him hard as his fingers tighten around his knees.
"Our beautiful Itachi. Needy little slut," Shisui adds with an affectionate laugh, making you swat his knee with the back of your hand. He only fucks Itachi harder, catching your eye and shooting you a wink. You can't deny the way Shisui's words make Itachi's cock jump in your hand, and you don't bother to suppress the roll of your eyes. Your boyfriends are as impossible as they are insatiable.
"I'm nearly -" Itachi whispers with a low keen, stomach clenching. You hum softly, tilting yourself forward so you're just above eye level with his cock, waiting until Itachi's pretty dark eyes slowly open to part your lips. His breath hitches as you stick out your tongue, offering nothing but a wink and your open, eager mouth.
When Itachi comes, his gaze is still locked on yours. His back arches as you work his shaft, and he spills his seed onto your face, most of it landing in your open mouth. You moan at that first taste, bitter and thick on your tongue. Without ceremony you lean forward to pull the head of his cock into your mouth, coated tongue swirling over him and sucking hard. Itachi trembles at the over-stimulation, muscles tightening; you hear Shisui swear as you pull off Itachi's cock, his thrusts turning sloppy.
You wait until both pairs of eyes are on you, arching your neck and swallowing Itachi's come audibly. You make a show of wiping every stray drop with the tip of a finger, before sticking it between your lips and licking it clean. Itachi is transfixed at the sight, biting the inside of his cheek; Shisui's smirk is wide as he jerks his head up, motioning you to stand. You obey without a second thought, fingers trailing teasingly over Itachi's softening shaft as you go.
Shisui tilts his head up as you loom above them, and you dip your face down to capture his mouth in a searing kiss. He moans as he tastes Itachi on your tongue, his hands moving quickly to the other man's waist, pulling him down on his cock in a harsh thrust, using him as he would a toy as he chases his release.
You break from his mouth with a smile, your fingers burying in his sweat-dampened curls. Feeling wicked, you pull his hair hard enough to make him hiss, forcing his eyes on yours as he messily fucks Itachi.
"Come for us, darling." Your words are husky and low, tongue dipping out to wet your lips. Shisui's eyes immediately go wide, his hands grasping tight to Itachi's hips and yanking him down hard.
"Shit -" He hisses between clenched teeth, burying his face in Itachi's shoulder with a hoarse cry, hips jerking as he empties himself, deep in Itachi's hole.
Your answering smile is self-satisfied, as you watch Itachi grind down on Shisui's lap, eyes half-lidded. Shisui rests his head back against the couch, palms roving softly over the bruises he'd left on Itachi's slim waist.
"That," Shisui says between panting breaths, "wasn't fair." He waves a finger at you half-heartedly, already melting back into the couch to bask in his afterglow, Itachi draped lazily over him with a content smile curving his lips. Your only response is a shrug, moving to press a chaste kiss to each of their mouths in turn. They barely respond, too exhausted and well-fucked to muster up any energy. Hands on your hips, you shake your head at the pair they make.
Insatiable and impossible, you think to yourself once again, is what makes up an Uchiha.