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Ichimatsu was certain that, this time around, he really did fuck up.
He couldn't stop kicking himself for what happened. For what he did to the two people he was the closest to. They were no doubt upset at him for it. More often than not, his mind conjured apocalyptic scenarios in which he was left behind by them and condemned into eternal loneliness by virtue of being an absolute piece of trash who didn't even deserve them in the first place. He was proven wrong every time, forgiven, reassured that they would never do such a thing to him. But this time, he knew, he just knew he had crossed a line, and hurt them with his stupid actions.
The short version of it was that he had intentionally broken a gift Karamatsu had given Jyushimatsu, during a vicious fight. He didn't even remember what they were fighting about. It was mostly one-sided, because Ichimatsu couldn't go one day without getting irritated by stupid shit and the mixture of depression and anxiety created a monstrous cocktail of destruction that chose Jyushimatsu's precious item as its designated victim. Instant regret smacked him in the face as soon as he saw the broken thing on the floor, followed by Jyushimatsu and Karamatsu's shocked expressions.
Ichimatsu tried to babble an apology, but it was too late. Jyushimatsu ran out of the room, and Karamatsu fixed him with a genuinely furious stare. Karamatsu rarely got angry, with Osomatsu often being on the receiving end of his verbal and physical outbursts. Ichimatsu admitted to himself that he always felt jealous of that, fantasizing about how hot it would be if Karamatsu took his frustrations out on him instead. Well, in that moment, he found out that a sexy fantasy like that should have stayed as such. He felt so small and frightened under that glare. He had to look away.
“I hope you're happy with what you've done,” Karamatsu told him coldly, before leaving as well.
Distraught, feeling so worthless and guilty, Ichimatsu looked at the pieces on the floor, like it was his heart that had just shattered.
(And he fucking deserved it.)
***
Since that incident, both his brothers maintained very little contact with him. They told him good morning and good night, but other than that they didn't speak to him or acknowledge his presence. Ichimatsu held back his tears as he went to feed his feline friends, because he knew he didn't deserve to cry over the shit he had done. It took him so long to correct his harmful attitude towards Karamatsu, for the sake of being in a romantic relationship with him because he had crushed so hard on that doofus for several agonizing years. Jyushimatsu, bless his heart, had helped him plenty through it all. They both became his lovers after that, forming a three-way polyamorous bond, and their sex life was extremely fulfilling. He loved the two of them so much, and he swore on his life that he would become a better person for their sake. But he fell back on his shitty habits, and ruined every bit of progress he had achieved in just one heartbeat. All because he was a fucking idiot who took them for granted and expected them to forgive him for the umpteenth time.
The thought that he hadn't actually improved himself that much destroyed Ichimatsu. But still, he didn't cry. He just sat there and vegetated for hours and hours, surrounded by five brothers and two parents who carried on with their lives as if he didn't even exist. And he deserved it - all of it. He knew that the most effective way to make up to them was to be the one reaching out and sitting them down for a long and productive talk, because he was an adult who was supposed to be mature and apologize properly. But he was too scared. Fear had coiled itself around him in a cold embrace and made him shake like a leaf and nearly piss himself at the idea that he had to approach them by himself and with no help. They would reject him, hate him more than they already were. He felt sick, stomach churning horribly.
(He should know better than ever believe such a thing about them.)
A couple days later, Jyushimatsu seemed to open up to him again, albeit just a little. Their talks consisted of one or two word sentences and then long silences that Ichimatsu was uncomfortable with given the situation. He wisely avoided bringing Karamatsu into their topics, because he was verily scared of any negative reaction doing so might cause. Jyushimatsu's smile was stiff, blank, and devoid of that light that Ichimatsu loved and treasured. He knew that Jyushimatsu was just checking on him and was very likely still mad at him so he shouldn't get his hopes up.
Then again, the past couple days had been an emotional hell for Ichimatsu and even the slightest interaction was enough to perk him up. Maybe not everything was lost. It was pathetic, but whatever. He wished Karamatsu gave him some mercy, too, but surprisingly enough, he hadn't. Not yet, or... not ever again. It wasn't surprising that he was finally fed up with Ichimatsu's bullshit.
On the afternoon of the fifth day since the incident, Ichimatsu was stagnating in the corner as his usual, steaming in his thoughts. The shoji slid open, sounds of footsteps coming in, but he didn't acknowledge it out of habit. When he heard Karamatsu's voice, he felt himself abruptly snap awake, his half-lidded eyes widening like plates.
“Get up, Ichimatsu... we're going out.”
Ichimatsu turned to the two men standing by the shoji. Karamatsu had his sunglasses on and his eyebrows seemed to be more furrowed than usual, but other than that his expression was unreadable. Jyushimatsu had a neutral smile on him, and said nothing. They were both wearing their jumpsuit outfits.
“Where...?” Ichimatsu asked, hating how weak and broken his voice sounded.
Karamatsu didn't respond. He turned on his heels and left, while Jyushimatsu bounced over to Ichimatsu and extended a hand towards him.
“Come on!” Jyushimatsu said, smiling with a bit more genuine cheeriness than Ichimatsu had ever seen on him all week. That prompted the fourth born to eventually give up asking questions and just do as told, taking his little brother's hand and being pulled up to his feet. Whatever they had in store for him, he was probably going to find out soon.
***
Why was he not surprised that they ended up standing in front of a love hotel? The love hotel that they frequently went to when they had some cash to spare and were desperate for the loving contact and intimacy they seldom could achieve in their home?
Maybe he should be worried about the fact he was not surprised in the first place. But the idea that his brothers were possibly going to forgive him through the act of sex was not out of this realm for people like them. It didn't make sense, but at the same time it did to him. Chances were that he was going to be punished instead. He wondered how they could even get back at him for his actions if they ended up awakening his masochistic side, because he knew it was going to happen regardless of their intentions, and honestly that didn't feel like a solid punishment at all.
In the end, he was just overthinking. No way to find out until they were inside and the world was populated by just the three of them once again.
Ichimatsu shuffled behind the other two men, silently watching as Karamatsu bought the ticket and selected the room he wanted to use. They took the elevator and Ichimatsu leaned heavily into the back. He noticed that they were holding hands, fingers entwining tenderly. A slight smile cracked on his face despite himself. At first he was jealous about their deep bond, monstrous envy gnawing his stomach, and he thought a polyamorous relationship would have never worked on him... but after a long time spent in their circle and being treated with equal amounts of love, Ichimatsu softened up to the point all negative feelings died in his heart whenever Karamatsu and Jyushimatsu had a moment without him.
Case in point, Jyushimatsu briefly nuzzled his nose into Karamatsu's shoulder, whispering something into his ear and chuckling... and all Ichimatsu was compelled to do was mentally scream about how fucking cute these two idiots were being. Thus there he was, the third idiot, gushing about this dumb shit during a terrible moment in his life.
But he couldn't help it. They were so perfect together. It made him ridiculously happy. He realized how much he missed those moments where they were all over each other, because they'd been distant at home these days and that honestly sucked balls. Well, he was glad things were okay between them.
(What about him, though? He felt stupid for even wondering, because he didn't deserve the consideration.)
... He briefly wondered if he could stay in their love nest forever. And that was when the elevator came to a stop.
Ichimatsu almost jumped when the doors opened, yanked out of his thoughts.
They stepped into the floor and reached their designated room. Karamatsu swiped the key card over the locker and opened the door, walking in, with Jyushimatsu bouncing along as he cheerfully swung their hands back and forth. Ichimatsu took care of closing the door behind them, and looked around for a brief moment. Nothing in particular stood out to him because this was one of the cheapest rooms around, but at least they finally had some privacy of their own.
Jyushimatsu separated from Karamatsu and bolted towards the bed, jumping and diving on it with a perfect frontal body slam. He started bouncing and laughing like a kid, which was the usual occurrence everytime he saw a bed before every session. It was a sight that cheered Ichimatsu up a little, because that meant Jyushimatsu was definitely feeling better. Kicking his sandals off, Ichimatsu moved to sit down on the bed as well and relax, but a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder.
“No, Ichimatsu.” Karamatsu's voice was firm, strict. He pointed at the red armchair situated in a corner of the room. “You will sit there.”
Ichimatsu quirked an eyebrow, but he wasn't stupid and the domineering way Karamatsu looked at him sent pleasant chills down his spine. He would usually disobey, talk back at his older brother because he was the bratty kind, but today things were different and he had a feeling there would be tension weighing on him if he refused. He mutely nodded and shuffled towards the armchair, flopping down on it. At least the cushions felt extra soft and it was comfortable.
Karamatsu headed towards the dresser and started searching through the drawers. His stoic expression didn't change as he pulled out a bundle of blue rope. Oh, so that was the game they were going to play today. Ichimatsu smirked to himself, but made no comment as Karamatsu approached the bed and held up the rope to Jyushimatsu.
“If you will, my darling.”
Jyushimatsu was the best out of them when it came to tying people up. He'd picked the skill up from Ichimatsu, but unlike him, he didn't half-ass his knots. Landing off the bed with an impressive front flip, Jyushimatsu snatched the rope off Karamatsu's hand and trotted towards Ichimatsu, who already put himself in position by moving his hands behind his back. Ichimatsu struggled with his own facial expressions, trying not to appear smug while Jyushimatsu set to work on him. He was a little nervous and fidgety, but he chalked it up to the anxiety that built up throughout most of this week.
After a couple minutes, Ichimatsu was effectively rendered immobile with so much rope looped around his arms, wrists and torso. Jyushimatsu didn't bother with his lower half, but still nailed his ankles to the legs of the armchair to prevent him from getting up or running. Not that he'd ever tried to, but that was a nice touch.
As he tested the ropes, he noticed that he still had his clothes on. It was going to be a bit uncomfortable especially when things were going to get steamy, but he wasn't that much bothered. They would probably take pity on him and at least take his sweatpants off later.
Karamatsu was behind him in a matter of seconds, and Ichimatsu's lips suddenly touched plastic. It was a ball gag. He opened his mouth without prompt, out of habit, and he felt leather getting strapped around his head. Once Karamatsu was done, he walked around and stood in front of Ichimatsu, arms crossed. His cold exterior was still fixed in place.
“From this moment on, until we decide otherwise, you're part of the furniture here.” Karamatsu spoke, his tone leveled and calm. “You are not to make any noise, move around, or try to stimulate yourself. The only thing you can do is look at us. Don't try to tear your gaze away, or let your mind wander elsewhere. We will notice, and we will extend your punishment for longer than we established.”
Oh, okay, so this was a punishment. Ichimatsu paid close attention to what he was being told, despite the heat pooling in his crotch as his erection began raising within the constriction of his sweatpants and briefs. He was going to watch them. They were going to fuck in front of him. Somehow, an uneasy sensation sat in the pit of his stomach, but it was only an oil drop in the water compared to the arousal gradually overtaking his body.
No mention of a safe word this time around, either. He was totally okay with that.
The air in the room shifted once his brothers walked away from him and climbed on the bed. Jyushimatsu went in first, followed by Karamatsu. He removed those sunglasses off Karamatsu's face, then wrapped his arms around his older brother's neck and kissed him chastely, humming out loud. For the first time in several days, Ichimatsu saw Karamatsu smile. It was a relief to say the least.
(He very recently learned the hard way that an angry Karamatsu wasn't always a pleasant sight.)
It started with few sweet kisses and touches, then Karamatsu got bolder and pulled Jyushimatsu flush against him with a strong arm around his little brother's waist. They stared into each other's eyes, silently, like they were having a secret conversation in their minds that Ichimatsu wasn't privy to. Jyushimatsu cupped Karamatsu's face in both hands and dipped in once again, this time opening his mouth to initiate a deeper and passionate kiss.
Ichimatsu's breath hitched at the scene unfolding in front of him. Every detail of their faces delicately twisting along, mouths perfectly slotted together, the shine of their lips as they shared saliva, the occasional sight of their tongues spinning around each other, their skin turning pink and warmer. Ichimatsu felt the heat radiating off their bodies despite being a vast distance away from them. Their energy was nowhere near what Ichimatsu shared during their moments of intimacy. Karamatsu and Jyushimatsu were from an entire different realm, their strengths matching, their eagerness so powerful it swept him off his feet. Delightful wasn't even close of a word to describe what it made him feel.
He remembered the times when they first started. Jyushimatsu was just too much for them both, a monster of stamina that left them dry like toast after hours of orgasms after orgasms. Unlike Ichimatsu, who laid down and embraced the imminent death, Karamatsu decided to train their little brother into holding back his enthusiasm. Several sessions of restraints and cock rings later, Jyushimatsu became something like a domesticated puppy, staying put when ordered to and cumming on command. They thankfully had a guarantee that they were going to live past their twenties, although Ichimatsu missed being an inch away from dying because his heart couldn't handle the tenth fuck in a row.
In a way, he now felt a little left behind. Maybe he should actually start exercising.
(Would that be enough? What if they never forgave him for what he did? That would be a waste, wouldn't it?)
Karamatsu's mouth was dragged down Jyushimatsu's jawline, kissing and breathing down the skin of his neck. Jyushimatsu laughed, dragging his ha's into long and happy sighs. He hugged Karamatsu's shoulders and gripped at his blue jumpsuit, while his own yellow one was slowly shedding off as the zip came down and revealed the white t-shirt underneath. Ichimatsu ogled even harder at Karamatsu's hand sneaking into the clothing and groping around.
Jyushimatsu moaned as Karamatsu stopped at his chest, playing with a nipple. The sleeves of his jumpsuit came off, and he thus pressed himself flush into the his older brother's embrace, rolling his hips with a loud gasp as Karamatsu slipped his other hand past the pants and cupped his ass underneath the fabric. Judging from the movement, Ichimatsu knew that Karamatsu was well on his way to tease the crack of Jyushimatsu's ass with his fingers already, preparing him for what was to come.
Karamatsu whispered something in Jyushimatsu's ear, causing him to chew his bottom lip and squeeze his eyes shut in a mask of utter bliss. With only just a kiss and some touching, Jyushimatsu already had a quite visible erection popping up, but it surprised neither of them. It would be worrisome if he didn't get hard one minute into the foreplay. Leaving his chest alone for a moment, Karamatsu went down to ghost over the clothed cock with his fingers, eliciting a louder squeak out of his younger brother.
“Are you already excited, my lovely songbird?” Ichimatsu heard him drawl into Jyushimatsu's jaw, smirking knowingly. “I barely touched you... good heavens, you're tremendously lewd as always and it drives me insane like no other thing.”
Jyushimatsu laughed huskily. “What are you gonna do about it?”
“Everything.”
Karamatsu suddenly gave Jyushimatsu a bite. It sank deep into the side of his neck, without warning. A yelp cracked off Jyushimatsu's lips as he threw his head back, his eyes narrowed into slits. All of that also went straight to Ichimatsu's cock like a well aimed kick, leaving him almost steaming in his own helplessness.
What would he give to be in Jyushimatsu's position... or Karamatsu's, too, because he knew how nice Jyushimatsu's sweat and blood tasted, how it made him addicted.
Taking advantage of Jyushimatsu's blissful trance, Karamatsu pushed him to the mattress and attacked his lips with less delicacy than earlier, pinning him down with his weight and holding him prisoner. Karamatsu's hands were everywhere, from dragging the fingers across Jyushimatsu's ribs to pinching his nipples with various degrees of roughness, inducing a stream of moans that were muffled in the kiss. The action was picking up quite interestingly, and Ichimatsu noticed how they got more and more involved with each other, completely ignorant of their surroundings. He was just background, a piece of the room's furniture. His worth was paper thin useless. And it made his dick even harder.
Involved as he was with their foreplay, Ichimatsu couldn't foresee the moment their faces suddenly turned towards him. In unison.
(Oh, for fuck's sake!)
It took him all his willpower not to jump out of his skin. Their eyes were on him, staring into him like they were scrutinizing his very soul, and not even the Antarctica could be compared to how coldly they were regarding him. Karamatsu really was keeping his promise—that he and Jyushimatsu would just know if Ichimatsu disobeyed—and ran it through in the scariest manner possible. He felt smaller than ever, more worthless than a fly on the wall. But he didn't move an inch. Didn't react to his cock happily reminding him that he was enjoying this level of degradation a little too much. He was furniture, with no other duty in this scene except to be their single spectator.
Jyushimatsu was still panting from the kiss, his face dusted in red, his lips even redder and glossed in spit. He looked so drunk, and cuter than everything Ichimatsu had ever seen. Karamatsu eventually turned away, and moved in to nuzzle the side of Jyushimatsu's face, whispering something in his ear that Jyushimatsu relaxed to. Soon, they were all over each other again, and Ichimatsu was left forgotten to steam in his own predicament.
Karamatsu started withdrawing, trailing his lips and tongue over Jyushimatsu's chiseled torso. He only paused so he could pull the lower half of the yellow jumpsuit down. When it was tossed aside, Jyushimatsu was only wearing his t-shirt and briefs now. That was when he made a whine of protest, and grabbed onto Karamatsu's blue jumpsuit.
“You too,” Jyushimatsu said, pouting. “It's kinda unfair if it's just me.”
“But you do love it when we have that imbalance, my dear. You never complained before.” Karamatsu smiled.
“Not today, nii-san!” Jyushimatsu insisted. “I want things a little different this time!”
Ichimatsu quickly took the hint, as Jyushimatsu was throwing him a bone and giving him the pleasure of ogling at more of their skin. Some eyecandy for him, in the midst of a punishment he was barely withstanding. What a good boy. It made Ichimatsu's chest tighten again in guilt for what he'd done, but he was grateful nonetheless.
(He didn't deserve such an angel in his life.)
Karamatsu happily conceded, unzipping his own jumpsuit and shrugging it off his shoulders to reveal his black tank top.
“Very well,” he said, while Jyushimatsu sat up and helped him pull the rest down and off him. “We shall partake in loving skinship and, once again, explore each other's bodies intimately. There is no better way to spark the flames of desire than entangling each other into an everlasting embrace, filled to the brim with love!” If he wasn't in the middle of getting undressed, he would have struck one of his allegedly cool poses and Ichimatsu would have—kind of—hated it.
Jyushimatsu chuckled, throwing the blue jumpsuit off the bed. “Yeah, something like that!”
Ichimatsu couldn't fight the urge to roll his eyes, but fortunately they were ignoring him.
More importantly, if this was not a serious moment, he could at least lose a gallon of blood from his nose over merely seeing Karamatsu's tank top perfectly hugging his gorgeous figure. Annoying as his older brother could be sometimes, he was still wonderful in so many ways that curbed the negative qualities by a long shot, and his body was one of these things that Ichimatsu loved, so, so much, to the point of obsession. He and Jyushimatsu were pretty much Adonis incarnated, and unlike them, Ichimatsu's chubbier body looked more like a slab of meat with a hole to fuck.
(Although neither of them liked it when he compared himself to them, he still couldn't help it.)
Karamatsu pushed Jyushimatsu back, resuming their previous position and pecking his lips before he returned to lay in-between his younger brother's legs, kissing his belly while playing with the waistband of his briefs. As Jyushimatsu melted and begged amongst his rapid breaths, Karamatsu smirked up at him, visibly amused by such desperation. He then complied, slowly pulling the briefs down until Jyushimatsu's healthy cock sprung up to view, tall, hard, and leaking.
Ichimatsu's gaze zoomed in, mouth watering at the way Karamatsu was slowly, tortuously pumping their little brother with one hand while his tongue tasted the beads of precum that constantly gushed out of the head everytime he cleaned them off. Karamatsu kissed along the length, not leaving one spot unchecked, and gently massaged the round balls underneath. Jyushimatsu gasped and threw his head back, his tongue already out, tears streaming down his temples. If he was already this worked up, it wouldn't take long for him to cum, which wasn't going to slow anything down. The guy's reserves were nigh infinite, and that bed would be entirely soaked in his cum alone if Karamatsu went all the way down on him. Which Ichimatsu kind of hoped it would happen, even though it would take half a day to get there.
Before Jyushimatsu could be relieved off the tension, Karamatsu suddenly stopped and sat back. It resulted in another stream of begging and whining, but instead of listening he took his time removing Jyushimatsu's briefs completely before grabbing the back of his thighs and spreading his legs apart. Ichimatsu could now clearly see the stiff, raging erection straining against Karamatsu's own underwear, and he struggled not to just try to squeeze his legs together. Saliva dribbled copiously over his chin, staining his hoodie in fat globes. This was getting too much for his poor stamina.
“I can't—” Jyushimatsu choked up, arching his back off the bed. “Please, let me—”
“No, Jyushimatsu.” Karamatsu spoke firmly, grinning in an ultra rare show of cruelty. “After all the training I've put you through, you're already at your limit?” He tutted, shaking his head. “My poor little sunflower... I thought you were stronger than this, but it looks like I was wrong.”
There were a few things Jyushimatsu didn't like, and being basically called weak was not one of them. On the contrary, being held down, controlled, and having his pride mocked, were actually the reasons why he was so rock hard right now. Ichimatsu knew it best because humiliating his little brother was one of his favourite activities in bed. Yet, for the sake of making the challenge sweeter, Jyushimatsu still played the part of the offended party, frowning and gritting his teeth as he concealed his pleasure and fired back at Karamatsu.
“That's not true... I'm plenty strong!” He grabbed the pillow below his head with both hands. “And I can prove it!”
Karamatsu snorted with his usual flair, obviously playing along. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the beside table and popped the cap open, then poured the slick content directly over Jyushimatsu's ass crack, which caused the latter to hiss at the chill contact. Ignoring the reaction, or just silently relishing in it, Karamatsu tossed the bottle aside.
“Heh. Then, let's see how long you will last, starting... now.”
He raised both Jyushimatsu's legs up, and then thrust his still clothed cock between the other's asscheeks, rubbing the girth up against his balls in the process. Jyushimatsu's eyes rolled back, his body forming an even higher arch as his mouth rounded up and coughed up spittle as if he got punched in the gut. He gurgled, his precum spilling over his own stomach. Karamatsu laughed, then gave him a few more thrusts, each one rougher than the other.
Ichimatsu couldn't tell how long of a time passed as Karamatsu kept fucking Jyushimatsu's asscheeks without actual penetration. He was more than transfixed on every detail that made his dick hurt—how harshly his older brother was holding onto his younger brother's thighs, to the point bruises would definitely bloom later, and how utterly cute Jyushimatsu looked when his smile disappeared and was replaced with an expression of pure ache and exquisite agony that was nearly killing him. Always up to the challenge, always willing to push his own limits, putting his comfort to the backburner in exchange for greater pleasure. He was perhaps even more of a masochist than Ichimatsu.
(... which was as impressive as it was terrifying.)
Jyushimatsu keened, toes curling after one harsh thrust over his balls. “Please...”
“Are you giving up, brother?” Karamatsu asked, panting and sweating but nonetheless smug.
“I wanna cum,” Jyushimatsu whimpered. “I don't care about being weak—just put it in already and let me cum!”
Karamatsu paused at that, lowering his eyelashes. “I didn't prepare you properly yet.”
“But...!”
“Non, non, non, cheri.” Karamatsu leaned down and kissed Jyushimatsu on the nose, gently stroking his hair. “I will not have you hurt by going in dry. Now be a good boy and lay still while I pry you open.”
Ichimatsu's dick jumped, and he bit hard into the ball gag. How lucky Jyushimatsu was, to be on the receiving end of such an erotic voice, and react freely to it. He watched his little brother suck his breath in and shut up as he mutely gave Karamatsu permission to proceed with the next step.
Three of Karamatsu's fingers were dipped in lube, and all three of them instantly disappeared as he drove them inside Jyushimatsu's asshole. He was slow and methodical, as his usual when he wanted to be thorough with his brothers instead of milking their prostates and calling it preparation. Regardless of the pace, Jyushimatsu was stirring under him, eyes closing shut and teeth gritting as he groaned and tried to fuck himself on those fingers.
“Does it hurt? Do you want me to go slower?” Karamatsu smiled.
Jyushimatsu shook his head wildly. “No! No... go faster, nii-san! Faster!”
“So eager,” Karamatsu teased, chuckling as he gradually picked up the pace. “Well, since you're asking so adorably...”
Ichimatsu's ears filled up with the squelch of those wet fingers entering and exiting Jyushimatsu, who moaned brokenly and braced himself when Karamatsu began getting serious and added a fourth finger to stretch him even wider. There was a crescendo in both thrusting and Jyushimatsu's voice which soon turned into a single howl to the ceiling as he suddenly came, white ribbons spurting out in an arch and landing on his own stomach.
Every single time Ichimatsu got the chance to watch Jyushimatsu cum, it was quite a spectacle. The filthiest form of beauty—a beast being tamed and reduced into a blubbering mess, open for more bullying. Karamatsu really did a good job with his training, bringing the cutest traits out of their little brother... although Ichimatsu never told him so out loud. He was still reserved when it came to being honest, but he thought he was going to get better at it.
(Until recently...)
His thoughts clouded his aroused mind, but they were rapidly dispelled by Karamatsu's eyes piercing him again.
The precise timing threw Ichimatsu off. Was the bastard reading his mind now?
Fuck, that scared the shit out of him! Thankfully he didn't squirm too much, and immediately froze upon noticing the stare. Karamatsu seemed to acknowledge that and turned away, prompting Ichimatsu to quietly sigh in relief. What a nightmare he ended up in. But he deserved it, and even if he could get out of it, he wouldn't.
Jyushimatsu was too busy coming off his orgasm and begging for Karamatsu's cock to care about the worthless furniture nearby. He got what he asked for when Karamatsu withdrew his fingers and pulled his briefs down, just enough for his majestic cock to pop out like a surprise gift. Ichimatsu raised his eyelids all the way up as he salivated at the insane girth his older brother had always had since forever ago. It was so unfair how Karamatsu got the luck of the draft amongst all six of them. Ichimatsu didn't resent it one bit though—his ass had by now taken the shape of that cock, and as much as it made him sound like a shallow bitch, that would be the one thing he'd miss most if they ever broke up.
(That probably wasn't what he was supposed to say about one of his lovers. Stupid shithead.)
“Here, here, my angel,” Karamatsu said softly, throwing the underwear behind him, then aligning his cock to Jyushimatsu's asshole. “I will now take all your ache away.”
Right after saying that, Karamatsu entered him in one single thrust, and Ichimatsu clenched his own ass because he somehow felt that. He imagined the amount of stars Jyushimatsu must be seeing in that exact instant. The scream it caused bounced off the walls and played like the greatest tune for Ichimatsu's ears.
“Nii-san,” Jyushimatsu sobbed, breathing so rapidly his words came out broken. “Nii-saaan...”
“Shh... it's alright.” Karamatsu hooked his hands under Jyushimatsu's knees in order to spread his legs wider, then heavily leaned in to kiss his partner on the forehead and kept shushing him. “I'm here. I love you and I won't leave you to suffer alone.”
“I love you too!” Jyushimatsu grabbed Karamatsu by his tank top and clung onto him. “Hurry up and fuck me till I become stupid—I can't stand waiting anymore!”
Karamatsu chuckled warmly, then in a darker tone he replied, “Your wish is my command.”
Ichimatsu's loins were on fire, getting even worse as Karamatsu began moving at an already quick pace which turned brutal in the span of a minute. The squelching from before resounded even louder in his ears, along with flesh smacking continuously against each other, and occupied whatever else sat in his head until that moment. He trapped himself into a limbo, unable to quell the hot blood pumping into his veins and making his cock swell and soak his sweatpants. Afraid to incur in their wrath should he look away for a second to calm down, Ichimatsu trembled whole, alone and ignored. It was one of the worst and best turn-ons his sorry ass was ever experiencing. Twelve out of ten, might want it again.
Jyushimatsu rocked himself into the thrusts, meeting Karamatsu halfway and almost ripping the tank top off him from how deadly his hold on it was. He moaned, drooling and shaking as he looked into the eyes of his attacker and seemed so much in love with him, Ichimatsu could barely comprehend it in the middle of his own struggles.
Some more eternity later, Jyushimatsu screamed as his body twisted into the mattress. Karamatsu finally stiffened and let out a low growl, hips stuttering, balls twitching, his mouth pressed over Jyushimatsu's ear. There was more cum loaded between their bodies, and thus some calm settled in after the storm. Ichimatsu breathed laboriously as he watched them gaze deeply into each other's eyes and then engage into a slow kiss, enriched by Jyushimatsu who couldn't shut up and kept humming and whining like a lost puppy as Karamatsu stroked his hair tenderly.
There was whispering and murmuring between them, so imperceptible Ichimatsu couldn't decipher because of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. Karamatsu was probably showering Jyushimatsu with praise, because their little brother would next squeeze him into a tighter hug and smile wide and brightly again, laughing when Karamatsu asked him to loosen up because he was suffocating.
Ichimatsu kind of spaced out after that. He would have been more pleased to see them cuddle and be happy together, if not for the fact that his dick was really, really hurting like a bitch now. And he couldn't make a sound, couldn't beg for help, he was alone in a room with two other people without a chance to make himself known without being treated like he was lesser than dirt. Which, mind you, he was loving, but how long was he going to be able to endure this?
(How pathetic, how fucking weak.)
As if the gods above wanted to throw more shit at him, his brothers decided to turn their heads towards him again, pleased expressions morphing into cold, uninterested stares that sent violent shivers down his spine. Biting his own tongue to hold back a whimper, Ichimatsu remained stoic as a statue. He no doubt looked like a wreck—face burning red, sweat gluing his hoodie to his skin, sweatpants pooling with inhuman amounts of precum and his boner reigning supreme in-between his legs—but he knew that wouldn't be enough for them to take pity on him.
Their lovely world returned when they shifted their attention back to each other. Karamatsu peppered Jyushimatsu's face with kisses, allowed Jyushimatsu to give him a few puppy licks to his cheek, and then began sitting up.
“Ready for round two, my little songbird?” He asked, grabbing Jyushimatsu by both his arms and pulling him to sit up as well.
“Yeah!” Jyushimatsu replied, with energetic glee.
They sat close to each other now, Jyushimatsu on Karamatsu's lap, still bearing his big brother's cock inside him. With a hum of approval, Karamatsu first tugged Jyushimatsu's t-shirt off him, then began giving him heated, open-mouthed kisses that trickled down his neck and chest. What he hadn't marked with a hickey yet was now bruised on Jyushimatsu's skin like several small red flowers.
Karamatsu licked a long stripe along Jyushimatsu's throat, then gave a few feverish kisses along his jaw. Impatient for more action, Jyushimatsu pushed him down, becoming the one hovering on top of his older brother this time. A smirk crossed Karamatsu's smooth features, as he willingly stayed lying down and let his hands slide along Jyushimatsu's sides until they found his ass and squeezed both cheeks possessively, slightly spreading them apart.
“I shall leave it to you, then,” Karamatsu drawled. “Make me proud, honey.”
Jyushimatsu took a deep breath, and raised himself until Karamatsu's cock was most of the way out. Then, he slammed his ass down, deep, violent, knocking both their breaths away. Karamatsu sighed, closing his eyes and chewing his bottom lip. He definitely liked that, and Ichimatsu couldn't decide which man his gaze should focus on because they were both so fucking beautiful.
From the angle they were in, he could more clearly see Jyushimatsu taking that cock inside him like the divine champion he was, as he set a quick but merciless pace from the get go. Those cheeks rippling with each smack, Karamatsu's thick girth disappearing and then reappearing several times over within the next couple minutes, and the way Jyushimatsu arched his back whenever his favourite spot was struck... Ichimatsu felt so lucky, for being able to witness this from a front row seat. Karma tilting in his favour would be a problem, but the fact he was not being regarded as a person by the people he loved helped balance things out at least.
(It hurt, but he was horny, so it didn't matter.)
Karamatsu kept up with Jyushimatsu's riding speed, controlling the more reckless movements by firmly holding his partner's ass. Jyushimatsu was once again clinging onto Karamatsu's tanktop, face twisted in a mad smile as more tears and drool spilled out of him and landed on Karamatsu in several drops. He had always been so messy, but that was oh so easy to forgive, because it made him cute in the right situations... like this one, indeed.
Jyushimatsu held his hand out, which was Karamatsu's cue to take it and lace their fingers together. Just like back in the elevator, the hold was tender but firm, nearly white-knuckled as they were racing through the last stretch of their dance. They were lost in pleasure, so close and brokenly moaning each other's names. Next thing Ichimatsu knew, there was cum spurting from Jyushimatsu's ass and dribbling down Karamatsu's balls.
They laid there panting for a good minute, prompting Ichimatsu to do the same because those two had the ability to steal his breath away without even lifting a finger towards him. Jyushimatsu then collapsed, draping himself over Karamatsu and licking his face again. Karamatsu laughed, arms wrapped around his little brother's waist and rubbing his back soothingly. They were still connected and neither of them seemed to want to pull away anytime soon.
More kissing ensued, their lips redder than ever.
(Ichimatsu also craved to kiss them, so bad.)
Karamatsu playfully pulled Jyushimatsu's bottom lip with his teeth, and when it snapped back in place, he asked, “What would you like to do next, my dearest?”
“Doggy style!” was Jyushimatsu's excited response. Neither of them were running out of stamina yet.
“Alright,” Karamatsu said, then whispered something in Jyushimatsu's ear that had him shiver and blush brighter.
Immediately after, Jyushimatsu lifted his ass and pulled Karamatsu's cock out, globes of cum crawling down his thighs. He bounced to the other side of the bed, getting down on his hands and knees and shaking his ass as he turned to his partner and winked at him.
“Bring it on!”
“Heh. So carefree in your lewdness, aren't you.”
Karamatsu moved over, kneeling behind Jyushimatsu and then bending over to kiss the nape of his neck before giving him a harsh slap on his ass in punishment. Ichimatsu flinched slightly at the impact, and his cock felt that too, especially after he heard Jyushimatsu yelp and saw him roll his ass up as if asking for more.
“My little Jyushimatsu is so needy, even after coming thrice in a row.” He lashed at Jyushimatsu's ass once more, before moving his hand forth and grabbing Jyushimatsu's jaw, one finger slipping into his mouth. A laugh erupted from him as his little brother started suckling on his finger. “What will it take for you to finally be satisfied? Surely you don't want me to carry on for several hours, right?”
Man, that would be a nightmare. Not for them, but for Ichimatsu who wouldn't be able to be edged for more than possibly an hour. Masochistic as he was, he still didn't want to run into health problems. More precisely, he didn't look forward to his dick being rendered even more useless than it already was. As for the emotional aspect of it, being ignored for that long didn't feel as appealing as it was now. He didn't know how long he was able to stand it.
(And it scared him, to be honest, because Karamatsu was likely still beyond mad at him and unfortunately he tended to act unpredictably whenever he was in such mood.)
Ichimatsu gulped, eyes fixed on Karamatsu's cock as it was pushed all the way inside Jyushimatsu with no effort at all.
“Nii-san, please, move,” Jyushimatsu begged, in a smaller, muffled voice.
Karamatsu snorted, blowing air into his partner's ear before he started off on a slow pace. His hand was dragged down, from Jyushimatsu's mouth to his throat, holding it delicately. Was he going to choke him? Ichimatsu trembled, wishing more than ever that he could swap places with Jyushimatsu and be the one suffering from the threat of breath loss. But that was too selfish of a wish. He didn't deserve to be touched, let alone be choked or fucked. He was mere furniture.
(... perhaps the rest of his life, if he kept royally fucking himself over everytime he let anxiety overcome him.)
With his other hand gripping Jyushimatsu's hip, Karamatsu slowly increased the speed of his thrusts, adding more and more power to them. Jyushimatsu tilted his head back, gasping as the thumb in his throat began pressing down, cutting into his airway and leaving him jaw slacked, tongue out, unable to breathe. And Ichimatsu could see it—the way his little brother's cock throbbed violently and spewed loads of precum, ready to burst already.
It was getting harder and harder for Ichimatsu not to try and get himself off somehow. Fucking hell.
Jyushimatsu's eyes were wide as plates, he coughed, thrashed to meet Karamatsu's thrusts. Fucked and choked at the same time, he was chasing pleasure instead of breaking free. Masochistic bitch. Ichimatsu could totally relate to it.
Karamatsu grinned wickedly, nibbling Jyushimatsu's earlobe. His other hand went down and grasped the bouncing cock underneath, holding it in a fierce grip.
“Wait for me, will you?” He grunted. “Quite rude of you to go ahead without me, honey.”
Jyushimatsu wheezed, pulling at the bedsheets in his hands, almost ripping them apart. He could do nothing except follow the lead of his older brother, completely at his mercy. Another minute passed, until Karamatsu freed his throat and went to pinch and twist his nipple instead. His voice hoarse as he coughed, Jyushimatsu brokenly begged to cum. Karamatsu whispered something imperceptible in his ear again, and that seemed to mess him up even worse.
Ichimatsu could only imagine what Karamatsu told their little brother, and his own cock drooled at it.
At last, Karamatsu's face turned serious, brows pinching as he neared his orgasm. He began pumping Jyushimatsu's cock, and when they both came, it was amongst rumbling, animalistic moans. White seed mixed up with the white bedsheets as Jyushimatsu's limbs gave up and he landed face first on the mattress.
“My precious,” Karamatsu breathed out, cupping Jyushimatsu's chin and turning his head towards him. “Come here.”
They kissed, before they even recovered their breathing. Jyushimatsu whined, but he didn't pull away, new tears rolling down his cheeks. It all calmed down, the kiss languid and loving, their tongues playing with each other as if those two madmen hadn't just violently fucked just a few seconds ago.
Ichimatsu couldn't relax, but the fact Karamatsu suddenly opened his eye and glared straight at him mid-kiss only had him angrily bite into the ball gag as he became immobile once again and failed to control the pool of soil that had gathered in his sweatpants. Fingernails dug into skin left red marks as he curled his bound hands into tight fists.
Jyushimatsu separated first, head landing in the pillow as he laughed breathlessly. “That was so mean, Karamatsu-niisan!”
“You love it when I'm mean,” Karamatsu retorted, chuckling and kissing his cheek, then moving to pull out of him. “It felt good though, didn't it?”
“Mhm!” Jyushimatsu nodded, and allowed Karamatsu to maneuver him so that he was now laying on his side... facing Ichimatsu. He didn't look at him though, turning to the brother behind him. “Another round?”
Karamatsu didn't reply. He grabbed Jyushimatsu's leg—under his knee, again—and lifted it up high, exposing his abused hole for Karamatsu's cock to once more enter swiftly. For Ichimatsu, who would never feel accustomed to the wet sound of smacking skin along with Jyushimatsu's wanton moans, on top of the delicious sight of Jyushimatsu's bare body which was partly covered in cum, everything was now made even more complicated by the fact both his brothers were turned to him, and what he saw turned his blood into both lava and ice.
They'd been doing this on purpose. They chose this position just to deliver the last blow—the ultimate punishment. Being impossibly hot while stabbing him with their cold gazes, not allowing him any wriggle room to move. Well, if that really was their plan, it was successful: his heart and dick both suffered the damage, in the best and worst way imaginable.
The urge to move was overwhelming for Ichimatsu, but he couldn't—they wouldn't forgive him if he disobeyed, they would be disappointed, they would hate him.
(No, they would not, they never would, but he was nothing but an irrational shithead who always, always, without fail, made mountains out of molehills and unnecessarily escalated otherwise mundane situations beyond control. In retrospect, that was why they were mad at him. But they'd never in good conscience hate him.)
(What an idiot he was.)
Karamatsu kept an eye on him, while Jyushimatsu quickly melted from pleasure and was teary-eyed, his expression softening as he looked at Ichimatsu with a quivering, spit soaked smile. It offered Ichimatsu both relief and further raging down his loins. Jyushimatsu was a whore for doing this to him, but on the other hand he was also an angel. It may make not sense, but if someone asked whether or not naughty angels actually existed, they should look no further than his little brother right here.
With his other hand, Karamatsu seized Jyushimatsu's jaw again and made sure he didn't look away from Ichimatsu. He had the both of them under his control, and they knew better than challenging his leadership. The powerful thrusts caused the bed to rock under them, and Ichimatsu flickered his gaze between their faces and Jyushimatsu's bouncing cock, which was so distracting he thought not looking at it was yet another challenge he was failing. Fortunately that didn't seem to be the case, because Karamatsu continued fucking and Jyushimatsu continued moaning.
For long, long seconds, they didn't stop. Jyushimatsu raised an arm to wrap it around Karamatsu's head and pull him even closer, kissing and licking and panting against his cheek. Tears rushed down his face but he was still smiling, he looked so happy, he looked like he wanted to share his happiness with Ichimatsu this time. Karamatsu's brows also loosened up a little, perhaps soothed by Jyushimatsu's cuteness. He wasn't glaring at Ichimatsu anymore.
They actually looked like they were starting to share their love with Ichimatsu. Like he finally mattered.
He was stunned, and not even his aching dick was enough to divert his attention now.
Suddenly, his vision went blurry and then he felt something cold and wet tickling his cheeks.
(Why the fuck was he crying?)
Before he could question his odd reaction further, Jyushimatsu threw his head back and screamed as he came. His body stirred and jerked as he gripped Karamatsu's hair and his hips stuttered into the bed, so much sperm dirtying it once more. Karamatsu only needed a few more thrusts before he followed suit, growling against Jyushimatsu's neck and then biting into it.
Ichimatsu sniffled, refusing to acknowledge he was weeping like a baby. It wasn't out of sadness or, hell, he didn't hate anything about this, but something about those gazes struck his dark heart and affected his tear ducts. It wasn't fair that he couldn't wipe his own face, he looked so pathetic, he didn't want them to notice—oh god, what if they noticed?—what if they stopped and never picked up again because of him? Because he couldn't even handle a punishment properly?
(Still, they loved him. How stupid of him to even doubt that.)
He blinded himself with the tears, and finally closed his eyes, unable to continue looking any longer.
If that made them mad, then he was fucked. Hopefully in the literal sense.
But the sound of a thud startled him, and next thing he saw was a pair of feet on the floor, before Jyushimatsu assaulted him with a hug around his head and held him tightly. He knew it was Jyushimatsu because Karamatsu was now sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed one atop the other, watching them with a neutral expression.
They shouldn't have stopped. Hell, it was a good thing that they didn't have a safe word this time. But he went and ruined everything by being weak to their love.
(Jyushimatsu was so warm against him, though...)
“You okay, nii-san?” Jyushimatsu asked, only slightly panting. This man came five times in a row and he acted like he only swam across the river for a minute. Ichimatsu was distraught, but the hand petting his hair instantly calmed his senses. He nodded slowly, and Jyushimatsu seemed relieved. “Good! Sorry that we made you cry, but punishments are punishments! You did great, by the way!” A smile split his face in half as he pulled away. “Don't worry though—the best part is about to come!”
Ichimatsu arched an eyebrow, while letting his little brother use the back of his hands to wipe the tears away. It was a bit messier without the use of tissues, but he didn't care. The fog in front of his eyes had been cleared up. More importantly, he was admittedly curious to know what those two had in store for the main course.
He didn't have to wait long. Karamatsu stood up and joined them, placing a hand on Jyushimatsu's head and ruffling his scalp playfully.
“Alright, Jyushimatsu, go back to the bed and put yourself in position. I'll take over from here.”
Ichimatsu couldn't help but swallow as Jyushimatsu returned to the bed with a leap. Karamatsu was now occupying most of his vision, his hands on his hips. He knew he shouldn't ogle, but he couldn't help noticing the amount of Jyushimatsu's cum splattered over his older brother, mostly staining the front of his tank top. Unclean, raw, sexy. Not to mention the half-hard mighty cock that still stood alive despite the multiple orgasms it went through. Both his brothers were beasts, but Karamatsu was not inhuman like Jyushimatsu and that made him even scarier by comparison.
“Eyes up here, Ichimatsu.”
The tone alone was enough for Ichimatsu to comply instantly. Karamatsu's look was stern, but somehow softer than before. Either the sex rubbed the tension off him, or Ichimatsu somehow earned his approval. Whatever the reason was, Ichimatsu found himself unable to look away, as though his eyes had turned into magnets. Karamatsu crouched down and silently started undoing the ropes around Ichimatsu's ankles, freeing him from the armchair's legs.
“It'll be in your best interest to do as I say during the main event,” Karamatsu said, raising back to his feet. He grabbed a hold of Ichimatsu's chin and slightly tilted his face up, forcing eye contact. “You've done well up until now. It would displease me to know you haven't learned your lesson.” His thumb smeared some of Ichimatsu's drool aside. He grinned slightly, a shadow overcasting his eyes. “Just as before, you're not allowed to move on your own. Every action you do will be dictated by me, and me only. If you fail the task, I will stop everything. Do you understand, Ichimatsu?”
Silence. Shallow, fearful breaths. Ichimatsu swallowed, then nodded.
“Good. Now get up.”
He seized Ichimatsu by the front of his hoodie, fingers hooking around the rope still tying his arms and torso, and yanked him off the armchair at once. Ichimatsu nearly tripped on his own feet, but Karamatsu was not cruel enough to let him fall and helped him find a stable balance, before he made him walk forward. That was when Ichimatsu finally noticed, as his attention was eventually drawn away from Karamatsu and directed towards what was awaiting him on the bed.
Jyushimatsu was lying on his stomach, facing away from them. His ass was in full view, he had one hand stretching his buttock aside and the other three fingers swiftly thrusting into his own asshole. Quiet gasps came out of him, and sometimes he moaned out loud and visibly jerked in pleasure, unbeknownst of the two men watching him. Ichimatsu had a hard time not fidgeting in place, his balls so full and his cock flared up past his limit.
“Look at our precious little brother,” Karamatsu whispered in Ichimatsu's ear. “He's preparing himself for you. The least you can do is honor his expectations by being the perfect toy for him.”
Ichimatsu shivered. Yes, he would be the best toy for Jyushimatsu, because Jyushimatsu deserved it. He couldn't contain his excitement at such reward, even though he didn't think it was warranted. All he did was sit there and look pathetic. But Karamatsu ordered him to do as he said, and Ichimatsu swore to at least not fuck everything up.
(That wouldn't be the first time, though. He was so fucking afraid.)
He relished in the sights and sounds of Jyushimatsu's ass getting finger fucked, up until Karamatsu put a stop to it.
“That's enough, my darling. Stick your ass out and wait for instructions.”
Jyushimatsu whined as he pulled his fingers out, but let out a happy sigh as he ended up stretching his buttocks wide with both his hands this time. Waiting for a cock to fill him up again. Ichimatsu's eyelids trembled with expectation. He already felt the impossible heat of Jyushimatsu's insides hugging his cock. He couldn't wait, but he had to.
Karamatsu's hands reached for the waistband of Ichimatsu's sweatpants and pulled them down along with his briefs. A hiss of relief preceded an entire shiver of pleasure running down his spine as his cock was finally freed from the fabric that was oppressing it. He stepped out of both his undergarments, then nearly doubled over when Karamatsu snuck his hand down and grabbed the base of his cock.
“Don't think you can cum without my permission,” Karamatsu chided him. “You only will do so when I tell you to.”
Ichimatsu bit hard into the ball gag, and gave a strained nod as he snorted out of his nose. He hated being told what to do, he hated it even more when Karamatsu of all people told him what to do. But the fact it made his dick twitch could not be ignored for so long, and he just accepted it. Even though sometimes he still wanted to chew the bastard out for it. And that wasn't good in the least. He really needed more training, more understanding, more maturing.
(He loved Karamatsu as much as he loved Jyushimatsu, after all. That wasn't going to change just because of his own misgivings.)
Karamatsu nudged him in the direction of the bed, holding his dick hostage.
“Come on, go ahead and position yourself behind Jyushimatsu.”
Ichimatsu climbed on the bed, supported by Karamatsu. A long moan trickled off his trapped lips as the tip of his cock met Jyushimatsu's entrance and his hips couldn't hesitate before he pushed all the rest in with expected ease. His little brother didn't feel loose at all, he was so tight, perfect for him, so warm and welcoming. Jyushimatsu also moaned, hoarse but loud, needy, pushing his ass up against Ichimatsu's pelvis as if he wanted to swallow his entire cock in.
It was extremely hard not to cum, but Ichimatsu had edged himself too many times to count and knew how to hold back from disobeying Karamatsu's instructions. He breathed in and out, deeply, feeling Karamatsu's mouth in his hair, the vibrations of his humming.
“There, slowly—do it slowly—yes, like this... good boy, Ichimatsu, good boy. Now you're inside him. Good job.”
(How was he supposed not to cum after listening to such a wonderful voice?)
Everything looked like it was going smoothly—up until Ichimatsu felt a hand placed between his shoulder blades, and he was abruptly shoved forward. His chin almost hit Jyushimatsu's head and he grunted, mentally cussing Karamatsu out for the stunt he pulled out without warning. But as he was pressed down against his little brother, all anger was wiped out by few simple words coupled with the feeling of slick fingers sliding across the crack of his ass.
“Stay still. Don't move a muscle.”
Ichimatsu immediately stayed still and didn't move a muscle.
Not like it was easy to do, considering how great it felt to have his asshole finally played with. Two fingers dipped in at first, then three, stretching him and slicking him properly. Karamatsu was always thorough with his preparations, never willing to hurt his brothers, and sometimes Ichimatsu wished he threw that caution out of the window because he didn't mind bleeding from having that magnificent cock speared directly inside him without any care.
(... but he had been cursed. He fell in love with people who actually cared for him. That the worst thing that had ever happened to him.)
He laid there whimpering, his nose burrowed in Jyushimatsu's hair, the scent giving him comfort. Minutes passed, until Karamatsu pulled his fingers out. There was a shift behind him, the mattress bearing the weight of a third person dipping his knees in. Hot, throbbing flesh was rubbed against his asshole, and his heart quaked in anticipation.
Unfortunately, he couldn't stay completely immobile when Karamatsu pushed his cock in, inch by inch, slow and painful, with carefulness that he didn't want. It wasn't his choice to make though, and he struggled to toughen it out. The last few inches were pushed inside him, and he felt its entire pulse reverberate inside him. He wept, so damn pathetically. Squeezed between both his brothers, inside one of them, and penetrated by the other, he felt way too weird. They'd never done it this way before. Because he didn't know what to expect, Ichimatsu was stupidly anxious about it.
Karamatsu rubbed his back in circles, petting him like he would comfort a cat. It worked, much to Ichimatsu's shame.
“Relax,” Karamatsu said softly, leaning in and kissing his shoulder. “It's going to feel so good you won't be able to think any longer.”
(Damn his voice, damn his ability to make him feel better, damn him for being so cool, damn it all!)
Ichimatsu trusted him, for better or for worse.
After a begrudging nod, all he needed to do was lay there and have his brothers use him as the dildo and onahole he was meant to be from the start. But this time he felt a bit lighter about it, and just as Karamatsu predicted, his thoughts were getting shaken off his brain, one by one, as soon as both his brothers started moving.
Jyushimatsu had limited movement, considering the weight of two people on him, but that didn't stop him from shaking his ass in a way that caused Ichimatsu's cock to get swung around, as though it was the clapper of a bell. Both his hands were ripping into the bedsheets and the sounds coming off him were continuous and impossible to mute out. It was only a wonder how he was feeling at the moment, and Ichimatsu was quite busy with how he was being attacked from both ends and it quickly drove him insane because he couldn't even respond except with embarrassing noises.
Karamatsu fucked him with controlled thrusts, aimed towards his prostate. One hand was digging into Ichimatsu's fat ass, the other had reached for his hair and was harshly holding onto it to keep him firm. It was humiliating, the best feeling ever, and although Karamatsu wasn't treating him exactly like the stupid bitch he was, he couldn't help immersing himself into a scenario where his feelings weren't being considered at all and he was merely the extension with which Karamatsu was still fucking Jyushimatsu.
Thankfully aiding Ichimatsu's fantasies, a harsh slap landed on his ass. He rolled his eyes back, loving it, appreciating it. When Karamatsu hit him—even though it was just the ass—it was like justice finally befell on his wretched figure. He hoped it left a deep red mark on his skin. Kindness was not what he wanted, nor what he deserved. This... just this, was the peak performance that would have him get off every night just thinking about it. Maybe he wasn't going to receive the punishment of a lifetime, but this came close to it and he made sure to enjoy the ride wholeheartedly.
“You two look like a complete wreck underneath me,” Karamatsu said, in a tone that he should definitely use before spitting someone in the face. “Does it feel good, Jyushimatsu? Is Ichimatsu's dick satisfactory for you?”
Jyushimatsu sounded beyond delirious as he yelled, “I love it! I love both your dicks! You guys are the best!”
“Did you hear him, Ichimatsu? What a precious little cockslut we have.” Ichimatsu could hear the grin running across Karamatsu's smug voice. “And what about you? Is my dick great enough for your standards? Be honest. Nod or shake your head.”
Ichimatsu would be compelled to shake his head, just to be rebellious, if he wasn't going literally insane. He nodded, continuously, head bobbing as his scalp hurt from Karamatsu gripping it—but it only made him more excited. Karamatsu chuckled at him and smacked his ass again, signing his approval as he picked up the pace.
Although he was now mad with excessive lust, Ichimatsu knew he wasn't going to last any longer than a minute. Karamatsu held him up by a single string with not enough mercy to cut it off yet. He begged, pleaded with his muffled voice, but words wouldn't come out correctly and it frustrated him. Even so, he tried and tried, bearing the brunt of Karamatsu's dick impaling him in his more intimate depths. This wait was going to be the real death of him.
Then Jyushimatsu came first, screaming, clamping fiercely around Ichimatsu's dick, and the ache was instant.
Yeah, that was it. Ichimatsu was going to die exactly like a bitch. It was a relative nice way to die, but it still sucked how he wouldn't get to cum at least one last time—
Wait.
The leather around his head loosened up, the ball gag leaving his pained mouth. Karamatsu grunted in his ear.
“Tell me how hard you want to cum, Ichimatsu.”
Well, there was no need to ask that twice, was there? His pride was going to be utterly crushed... but, whatever.
“Please Karamatsu-niisan—fucking please let me cum—I can't take it anymore! I wanna cum...! Fuck, I want you to make me cum so hard I become stupid forever! Please please I need it please Karamatsu-niisan...!”
“Now that's what I wanted to hear.”
Karamatsu drawled, pistoning deep into Ichimatsu's prostate, nails digging hard into his ass.
“Cum for me, honey. Lay as much seed inside Jyushimatsu as you can. Do it right now.”
Ichimatsu didn't wait for Karamatsu to finish his sentence, because as soon as he heard 'Cum' being chanted in his ears and felt sharp teeth biting hard into his neck, he was already coming completely undone, invading Jyushimatsu with his hot sperm as he thrashed and screamed a series of obscenities out. He didn't care for his ass hurting from overstimulation as Karamatsu fucked him for a whole good minute afterwards before he also reached his own climax and, muttering a raw but sincere “I love you”, he released waves upon waves of cum inside Ichimatsu.
(He loved him, too.)
The next few minutes were a blur. Ichimatsu got knocked hard by the most mindblowing orgasm he ever had, to the point he felt as though his spirit was momentarily leaving his body. When he came to, his arms were untied and he was lying among the pillows with a naked and happy Jyushimatsu draped over him, head on his chest. The sunshine in those big eyes gave Ichimatsu so much warmth, he couldn't prevent himself from smiling drunkenly and petting his little brother's head as he listened to the resulting stream of happy laughs. His cute, unhinged, irreplaceable puppy.
Jyushimatsu leaned in to kiss him, and after a short round of play fight between their tongues, Ichimatsu let him win and, catching his breath, he rested his head back onto the pillows, cuddling his little brother while his mind wandered somewhere else.
His eyes searched for Karamatsu, and found him at the edge of the bed sorting the rope out and wrapping the ball gag with tissues. He watched him mutely, and his mind had been made up by the moment he saw him turn around and smile down at him.
“Is everything alright, brother? Are you hurt somewhere?”
“I'm fine,” Ichimatsu muttered. Without saying more, he let Karamatsu lift one of his arms and massage his wrists to alleviate the burn of the ropes and the stifling of his muscles from being stuck in the same position for a while. He stared at Karamatsu's focused expression, admired it, mentally gushed at how handsome and cool this dumbass was.
When Karamatsu was about to switch over to the other arm, Ichimatsu grabbed his wrist and stopped him.
“Hmm?” Karamatsu blinked. “What's wrong, my dear—”
Ichimatsu brought Karamatsu's hand to his lips, and began landing small kisses all over the knuckles, joints, fingers. It left Karamatsu comically dumbstruck as red hues instantly took over his cheeks. He probably didn't expect Ichimatsu to actually initiate affection. It wasn't the first time, but he always caught Karamatsu off guard whenever he had a craving to give his older brother some of the infinite affection he definitely deserved. Although it was funny, that was a grim sign that Ichimatsu had never done enough for Karamatsu in this relationship... and it really needed to change.
Maybe he couldn't manage that soon, maybe he needed more time, but the past few days had been a harsh wake-up call to him. The fact Karamatsu and Jyushimatsu still wanted to be with him despite having suffered from his bullshit spoke volumes about how much they loved him and how he'd been exploiting their love like the disgusting gnat he was. Taking them for granted. Rarely giving in return. Treating them like endless sources of validation, like his struggles were their responsibility.
It needed to end. Changing was going to be so hard, but he had to go through with it before it was too late.
(He never wanted to hurt either of his lovers again.)
“I'm sorry for breaking your gift. I shouldn't have done that. It's my fault and I have no justifications for what I did.” He took a deep breath, then spoke quietly against Karamatsu's hand. “I can't promise that I won't fall back on my bullshit, or that I'll get better soon, or that I won't make you guys cry again. But I fucking swear that I'll try harder. I'll do my damn best to be a better person the both of you can be proud of. For... for us. For your sake, and mine. I know you gave me so many chances before, but... please. I will not ask again.”
Ichimatsu saw tears instantly rush down Karamatsu's cheeks, and his heart clenched painfully. He quietly waited until his older brother slowly leaned down, and then pulled him in a hug. Jyushimatsu was instantly on them, peppering Karamatsu's face with kisses, while Ichimatsu nuzzled his cheek and murmured more apologies as he started crying as well.
“Okay,” Karamatsu eventually said, his voice broken up. “I trust you, Ichimatsu... I always have. And we'll help you all the way through, of course.”
Trust used to be a sentiment that irritated Ichimatsu to the core, but this time he felt warmer hearing Karamatsu say that. He smiled weakly and kissed Karamatsu on the lips.
“Thank you... that... that means a lot to me.”
He was definitely going to die in embarrassment at the memory of this corny moment tomorrow. But he no longer wanted to regret being a decent human being. That unfortunately meant he now had to face his own aversion for tender love and affection and it was going to royally suck for a while, but... for Karamatsu and Jyushimatsu's sake, as much as his own, he must fight his own demons, make a bigger effort to maintain his relationships, and stick with it.
Hopefully this new rush of determination wasn't going to bite him back in the ass later. On the brighter side, their future together didn't look as grim and uncertain as before.
(He hadn't quite reached the end of the tunnel yet, but at least he finally took a few steps closer to it.)