Archive of Our Own

“So basically–” Tabito cuts himself off and clears his throat. “Basically,” he starts again, this time loud enough to be heard over the karaoke, “I’ve been building this stock portfolio for the past three years, and–”

Microphone feedback echoes through the living room, splitting the Lady Gaga instrumental in half. “Whoopsie!” Shidou cackles, then goes right back to singing. 

“Goddamn,” Tabito mutters. He turns back to Aryu, who’s sprawled across Aiku’s couch with Tokimitsu curled up into a brick on the floor in front. “Anyway, every Sunday I turn on the news and see what’s going up and what’s going down, but if my predictions were right I can usually tell based off my Reddit notifications–”

“What’s Reddit?” Aryu cuts in, taking a sip from his red solo cup. 

“Are you drinking wine?” Tabito asks. 

“Yes. I brought rosé.” Aryu hiccups, then brings a hand to his mouth. “I don’t believe there’s any left, however.”

“That’s fine,” Tabito says. The Lady Gaga song ends, and the room finally falls into blissful quiet, but Shidou shows no signs of surrendering the karaoke machine. 

Aiku is nowhere to be seen. Tabito clenches his jaw. It’s Aiku’s party, anyway. If anyone could get Shidou under control, it’d be him. Whatever. This is just supposed to be fun teenage nonsense for the third years, courtesy of Aiku’s parents going on vacation and leaving him with the house to himself. Until Blue Lock starts back up next week, Shidou can do what he wants. 

Tabito’s been here for four hours and he’s still sober, which he’s counting as a major win. At the very least, he can lord this over Barou, who he found facedown in the pool an hour ago, and Sae, who’s currently clinging to Shidou’s back like a baby koala, whispering sweet nothings into his ear while he browses YouTube for yet another Lady Gaga karaoke track.

“Fuck yeah,” Shidou says, and loud music blares through the speaker system. Tokimitsu flinches and clamps his hands over his ears as Shidou steps up to the microphone again. He wraps an arm around Sae’s waist and waggles his eyebrows. “This one’s for you, babygirl.”

Sae buries his face even deeper into Shidou’s neck. “You’re fucking disgusting.”

“They’re gross,” Tabito says.

“I think a serenade is rather stylish,” Aryu says. “A lovely way to–” he hiccups again “–proclaim your love for your lover.”

“Do you have somebody to drive you home?” Tabito asks. He can fit one more person in his car if he needs to. 

“Me,” Tokimitsu says, lifting one hand. 

Tabito nods. “Cool.”

Speaking of driving people home… He peels himself out of the leather armchair and looks around the room. Eita and Kenyuu aren’t in here.

“Where are you going?” Aryu says. 

“Have you seen Otoya and Yukimiya?” Tabito asks, stretching his shoulders and taking a few steps toward the kitchen.

“Yukimiya Kenyuu is a beautiful man,” Aryu says. “Oh, to gaze upon his visage every day for the rest of my life.”

Sorry, mate, Tabito thinks, but only two people in this world get that privilege, and y’ain’t one of them. “So you don’t know where they are,” he says. 

Aryu takes another sip of rosé. “Not the faintest idea.” 

“Thanks anyway,” Tabito says, walking towards the kitchen door. “I’ll tell Yukki you said he was beautiful.”

“Splendid,” he hears Aryu say as he leaves the living room. 

In the kitchen, Barou sits at the dining table, a half-decimated charcuterie board in front of him. Good. If he’s eating, that means he’s recovered from his near-drowning. Tabito nods to him and receives a scowl in return. 

“After everything I’ve done for you today, this is how you greet me,” Tabito mumbles, crossing the room to the pantry and looking inside. No one in there. That’s probably for the best. 

“If you tell anyone what happened I’ll make your friends scrape pieces of you off the sidewalk,” Barou slurs as he jams a slice of prosciutto into his mouth. 

Tabito shuts the pantry door and turns back around. “I’ll keep my mouth shut if you tell me thank you.”

Barou shoots daggers at him with his eyes. “Thank you,” he says, a vein bulging from his forehead.

“There we go,” Tabito says. “That’s how you treat the guy who graciously gave you mouth-to-mouth.” He glances down the hallway to Aiku’s family’s bedrooms. “Have you seen Otoya and Yukki since I pulled you out of the pool?”

“Nope,” Barou says. “I’ve been in here. While you’re up, can you tell Aiku that the quality of the deli meats in his fridge is utterly abysmal and frankly an embarrassment to his family name?”

“I’ll pass along the message,” Tabito says. So Barou made that charcuterie board himself. No wonder the plating is so intricate. 

Barou grunts. Tabito takes that as his cue to leave and starts down the hallway.

No one in the bathroom. No one in what looks like Aiku’s childhood bedroom. No one in the hall closet. That leaves the last room in the hall–Aiku’s parents’ room. 

Oh, they better not be getting down and dirty on Aiku’s mother’s bedspread. Tabito can just imagine the look on Aiku’s face if he found a jizz stain on his parents’ bedsheets, and he’s not in the mood to deal with that tonight. 

Tabito grabs the doorknob and pauses. There are definitely people in there. Soft thuds echo from behind the door, interspersed with breathy moans of “oh, fuck, just like that.” Tabito’s heart sinks. He swallows, bracing himself for the worst, and pulls the door open. 

He slams it shut immediately with a yelp of “Shit, sorry,” and leans against the wall. The image of Sendou Shuuto with Aiku’s tongue down his throat and his hands up his shirt is permanently seared into Tabito’s mind forever now. Hot damn. He didn’t even realize Sendou swung that way. 

Well, then again, Eita had seemed pretty straight until that night in the third selection. Tabito turns around and heads back down the hallway. If they weren’t anywhere in the house, where the hell are they?

When he enters the kitchen, he spots movement outside the sliding glass door. He hasn’t checked the backyard yet–maybe they’re out there. With another nod to Barou and a glance at the now-empty charcuterie board, he pulls the sliding glass door open and steps outside. 

“Yukki, again.”

“Calm down. I only have two hands.”

Ah, there they are. Tabito turns past the pool and follows the voices to the side of the house. There, leaning against the air conditioning fixture, are his boyfriends, grinding on each other. Eita’s face is raspberry red, sweat beading on his forehead; Kenyuu’s hair is frizzy and his glasses are askew. Tabito resists the urge to reach out and fix them. “You two having fun without me?” he says. 

“This party is boring,” Eita says. Oh, he is wasted. 

“How much have you had to drink?” Tabito asks, leaning against the wall next to Eita and brushing the hair off his forehead. 

“Man, I dunno,” Eita says. “I had, like…three Four Lokos? And some shots.”

Tabito gives in to his deepest desires and reaches up to straighten Kenyuu’s glasses. “Shots of what?” 

“Tequila,” Kenyuu says. “Just like he promised he wouldn’t drink. Right?”

“I don’t remember promising shit,” Eita says. He braces himself against the air conditioner and pushes himself to his feet, swaying precariously. Kenyuu grabs his waist and steadies him.

Tabito turns to Kenyuu. “How’re you doing?”

“Fine. I feel good,” Kenyuu says. He giggles. “I may have had some of that tequila myself.”

“I’m fuckin’ bored as shit,” Eita says. He turns to face Tabito, only stumbling a little bit, and grabs at Tabito’s shirt. “Wanna do something more fun?”

“We should leave, anyway,” Kenyuu says. “Before someone–” he inclines his head towards Eita “–passes out.”

“M’not gonna pass out,” Eita says. “I was just resting my eyes.”

“Sure you were,” Tabito says, running one hand through Eita’s hair. Eita takes this as a cue to faceplant into Tabito’s chest. 

“Wanna go home and sleep,” Eita says into Tabito’s shirt. “With you.”

“That can be arranged,” Tabito says. “Think you can walk to the car?”

Eita looks up. “I don’t think, I know . I’m fucking–” he hiccups “–unstoppable. I can do anything.”

“Good for you,” Tabito says. “Yukki?”

“Got it,” Kenyuu says, wrapping his arm around Eita’s shoulders and propping him up. 

“I can do it myself,” Eita mumbles, but leans into Kenyuu. 

They amble around the side of the house to the street in front, where Tabito’s car is parked. As they reach Aiku’s front yard, Tabito spots Tokimitsu striding down the front path, Aryu tossed haphazardly over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Tabito stifles a chuckle. Tokimitsu has Aryu’s ass in one hand and his ten-centimeter heels in the other. 

Tabito makes it to the car first. He pulls his keys out of his pocket and unlocks the car, and pulls open the passenger side door. Kenyuu shoves Eita into the passenger seat and fumbles with the seat belt. 

“Oh, I’m drunker than I thought,” Kenyuu says with a soft smile. 

“I got it,” Eita says, reaching for the buckle and slapping himself in the face.

“ I got it,” Tabito says. He steps in beside Kenyuu and does Eita’s seat belt easily. 

“Thanks,” Kenyuu hums. “Could you do mine, too?”

“Course,” Tabito says, shutting the door. 

He helps Kenyuu into the back, then hops into the driver’s seat and starts the engine.

“Where’re we going?” Eita says. 

Good question. “Your place?” Tabito says. “You’re closest, right?”

“Fuck yeah, let’s go back to my place,” Eita says. “Let’s get wet and wild.”

“Let’s get to bed,” Tabito corrects. 

“Nah, fuck that,” Eita says. “I’m so fuckin’ horny right now. Let’s all fuck.”

Tabito turns back out to the road. From the back, he hears a chuckle of disbelief from Kenyuu. Okay, yeah. He’d be lying if he said he’d never wanted to have sex with the two of them. They’re his boyfriends, for God’s sake. Of course he’s thought about having a roll in the hay with them. But…now? Eita’s hammered. Kenyuu’s putting up a good sober front, but Tabito’s beginning to suspect he’s drunker than he’s letting on. Logically speaking, it’s a bad idea. 

And yet. 

“Are you sure about that?” Tabito says with a nervous laugh. “You’re not just saying that because you’re drunk?”

“I’m not drunk,” Eita slurs. “And I wanna fuck so bad. Please?” He turns to Tabito, staring him down with what he assumes are supposed to be puppy eyes, but they look uncanny on Eita’s perpetually apathetic face.

“Yukki?” Tabito says, outsourcing the decision-making.

“I mean, I’d be okay with it,” Kenyuu says. “You guys would never hurt me, anyway.”

That’s true. Tabito likes to think he knows his boyfriends well enough to understand their limits. He doesn’t take Eita on library dates. He doesn’t take Kenyuu on twenty-kilo hikes. In return, they never take him to the beach. Sex, however, is uncharted territory. He doesn’t even know if Eita prefers to top or bottom. 

“If you still want to when we get back,” Tabito says. There, he’s pushed the difficult conversation onto Future Tabito. 

“Bet,” Eita says. 

Tabito pulls into the parking lot of Eita’s apartment building and hauls Kenyuu and Eita out of the car. Eita seems to have sobered up a little bit during the drive. He can now walk for two entire meters without stumbling. Tabito holds his hand anyway. 

The three of them brave the elevator to the third floor and stop in front of the door to the apartment. Tabito gives a cursory knock on the door and is greeted with silence. “Eita, are your parents home?” he asks. 

“Nah. Probably not,” Eita says. “Which means we can smash as loud as we want.”

Tabito elects to ignore that second part. “You have a key?”

Eita digs around in the pockets of his Tripp pants and fishes out a keyring. “S’the little one.”

“Got it,” Tabito says, taking the keys and unlocking the door. It swings open into the living room and the doorknob hits the wall next to it. Oops. He steps into the apartment, Kenyuu and Eita following behind him.

“My bedroom’s–” Eita steps off to one side, towards a hallway “–this way.” 

Tabito nods and lets Eita lead them towards the bedroom. The apartment is much smaller than Aiku’s house–definitely could not throw a party in here. 

Eita pushes the ajar bedroom door open and braces himself against the wall as he steps inside. “This is where the miracles happen.” 

“Have we really never been to your place before?” Kenyuu says, guiding Eita towards the bed and helping him sit. 

“Oh, for real?” Eita says. “Weird.” He flops backwards onto the twin bed and looks up at Tabito. “Now can we fuck?”

Ah, so he hasn’t changed his mind. Well, the longer he holds onto the idea, the more likely it is that it’s not just an impulse drunk thought. “You’re sure you want to?” Tabito says. “You’re not gonna regret it in the morning?”

“Please. I’ve wanted to for fuckin’ forever,” Eita says. “Since I first saw your dick in the shower rooms.”

“Is he hung?” Kenyuu says. Tabito scrunches up his nose. Don’t encourage him, Yukki. 

“Like a motherfucking horse,” Eita says, holding up his hands to give a rough approximation. “At least thirty centimeters.”

“No, that is not true,” Tabito says. 

“Proof?” Kenyuu says.

Tabito opens his mouth, then closes it. “In due time,” he settles on.

“Lame,” Eita says. “It was probably only ten centimeters anyway.”

“Okay, no, that is also not true,” Tabito says. 

“Proof?” Kenyuu says again, smiling pleasantly. 

Annoyance surges through Tabito. Oh, for fuck’s sake. He’s gotta beat the small dick allegations. He cannot allow his boyfriends to slander him like this, no matter how hot they are. 

He pops the button to his jeans open and unzips his fly. “Oh?” Kenyuu says, but Tabito doesn’t dignify him with a verbal response. Instead, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulls them down, letting his cock spring free. 

Eita scrambles to prop himself up onto his elbows. “Now we’re fucking talking,” he says. His tongue darts out to lick his lips. 

“Nice,” Kenyuu says. “You’re right. He’s hung.”

Tabito smirks, satisfied. “Like what you see?”

“Can I, like…” Eita trails off, staring unabashedly at Tabito’s dick. “Touch?”

Huh, good question. Tabito glances over at Kenyuu, who puts his hands up. “Don’t look at me,” Kenyuu says. “It’s your dick.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Although, I’d also like to put in my request to touch it.”

“Go ahead,” Tabito says.

“Aw, hell yeah,” Eita says. He pushes himself upright, his arms wobbling under his weight. Kenyuu rests one hand under Eita’s back to help. He leans against Tabito, their shoulders brushing, his breath hot against Tabito’s neck, and reaches his hand out to haphazardly brush his knuckles against Tabito’s shaft. The rings on his fingers rub over the skin. 

Tabito exhales and lets his eyes fall shut. It’s awkward–Eita’s hand-eye coordination leaves much to be desired. But it feels nice. He laces his fingers through Eita’s hair and pulls him in for a kiss. 

Eita moans into his mouth, letting Tabito press his tongue inside. He wraps one hand around Tabito’s cock and attempts a stroke from head to base. 

Tabito pulls back. “Ow, fuck. Don’t do it dry.”

“Sorry,” Eita grumbles. A thin stream of saliva drips down his chin. 

Kenyuu reaches forward and puts his hand on Eita’s shoulder, pulling him back. “Don’t have too much fun without me.”

“You want a turn?” Tabito says. 

“Eita,” Kenyuu says, “where do you keep your lube?”

“Nightstand,” Eita grunts. “Top drawer.” 

Kenyuu nods and stands up to fetch the lube. Eita turns back to Tabito, his eyes half-lidded with lust. He’s hard–Tabito can see the bulge through his pants. 

“Hey, come here,” Tabito says, and Eita obeys without hesitation. He kisses Eita again, this time reaching over to palm Eita’s dick through his pants. The kiss tastes like artificial cherry flavoring with a tinge of alcohol. He pulls back, and Eita visibly pouts. 

“Found it,” Kenyuu says, and Tabito turns. He’s got a bottle of lube in one hand and the button to his slacks in the other. Ah–he wants in on the action. He tosses the lube onto the bed and unzips his pants one-handed. Hot.

He pulls his pants and underwear down just enough to reveal his rock-hard dick. Shit, Kenyuu’s dick is real nice. Not quite as big as Karasu’s, maybe sixteen or seventeen centimeters, with a gentle upward curve and prominent veins. The tip is the same dusty pink as Kenyuu’s lips. 

“Man,” Eita says, soft and breathy, and Tabito can’t help but agree. “I wanna suck it. Please.” He stumbles onto the floor in front of Kenyuu and stares up at him. “Please?”

“Go ahead,” Kenyuu says, pleasant and nonchalant like he’s letting someone go in front of him in the checkout line at the supermarket. 

“Hell fuckin’ yeah,” Eita says. He grabs at Kenyuu’s dick and strokes along the base a few times before letting his tongue flit over the tip. 

Kenyuu bites his lip. “God.”

Tabito scoots forward on the bed to get a better view. Eita’s drooling, his tongue lapping at the head of Kenyuu’s cock in broad, messy strokes. His hand covers what his mouth doesn’t reach. 

“Stop that,” Kenyuu grunts, bracing himself on the nightstand behind him. “Suck me properly.”

Eita takes the head of Kenyuu’s cock into his mouth. Saliva and precome run down his chin as he hollows his cheeks around Kenyuu’s length. 

“Ah, shit, shit, shit, ” Kenyuu says, a blush creeping onto his face. “Eita, wait.” 

Eita pulls off Kenyuu’s dick. “What?” 

“Do you have a tongue piercing?” Kenyuu asks. 

“Huh?” Eita says. “Oh–yeah.”

“For real?” Tabito says, leaning forward. “Let me see.”

Eita opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, revealing a silver stud in the middle. 

“Hot,” Tabito says. Eita shuts his mouth.

“You know how to use that thing?” Kenyuu says, his cock still rock-hard. 

Eita shrugs. “Do I?”

“I dunno, do you?” Kenyuu says. 

Eita wraps his lips around Kenyuu’s dick again, letting the stud on his tongue run over the underside. He gives the base a few more cursory pumps before pulling all the way back and bobbing his head up and down Kenyuu’s length. 

“Ah–you do,” Kenyuu says, reaching down to stroke Eita’s hair. He yanks Eita off his cock and pulls him back. A strand of saliva connects Kenyuu’s tip with Eita’s lips.

“Huh?” Eita says. “Why’d you–”

“Not yet,” Kenyuu says. “I don’t want to come just yet.” 

Eita stares at him in confusion for a moment, then realization dawns on him. Tabito stifles a chuckle. “Oh, fuck yeah,” Eita says. “Please.”

“Please, what?” Tabito says, hooking one finger under Eita’s defined jaw and tilting his head up to look him in the eyes.

“Please fuck me,” Eita slurs. “Please, I’ve been wanting your dicks for months, please just strip me and fuck me till I can’t stand.”

The words go straight Tabito’s dick. If he wasn’t fully hard before, he definitely is now. He swallows hard. “Yukki, what do you think?” he says, trying to stay cool.

“I think he’s onto something,” Kenyuu says, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I think we ought to indulge him.”

“Eita,” Tabito says. “Get up. Get on the bed.” 

Eita grabs the edge of the bed and pulls himself onto it, collapsing onto the sheets. Tabito shoves him onto his back and thumbs at the bottom hem of Eita’s shirt, and hikes it over Eita’s head. 

“Stop moving,” Tabito grumbles. Eita falls limp at the words, and Tabito peels the shirt off of him, revealing his lean figure and perky nipples. Impulsively, Tabito runs his fingers over one of them, and Eita arches his back into the touch. 

“He’s sensitive,” Kenyuu says. 

“Cute,” Tabito says, tracing the pads of his fingers down Eita’s visible ribs. Eita shudders. 

“God, fuck,” he whimpers. He brings one hand up to his mouth, and Tabito seizes the opening and jabs his fingertips into Eita’s now-exposed sides. Eita squeaks. “What was that for, asshole?”

“Sorry,” Tabito says as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of Eita’s jeans. “Couldn’t help it.”

Kenyuu giggles. “Don’t be mean.” He grabs one of Eita’s legs and jerks the Doc Marten off his foot, then does the same with the other boot, tossing them onto the floor. He climbs onto the bed and kneels next to Eita.

Tabito tugs Eita’s Tripp pants to his knees. Eita’s dick pops out of his boxer-briefs, already leaking precome from the tip. Eita has a big cock, too, he muses. No wonder he’s so popular with girls. He pulls the pants all the way off and drops them onto the ground next to the boots.

Eita’s already boneless in his touch, lying pliant on the bedspread. His chain necklaces and rubber wristbands are still on–Tabito doesn’t want to negotiate with those. 

“Fucking, uh…” Eita mumbles, looking up at Tabito through half-closed eyes. “Take my socks off.”

“Huh? Okay,” Tabito says, and does what Eita asks. “Why?”

“It’s not gay with socks on,” Eita slurs. 

Tabito stares at him for a moment, then pokes him hard in the stomach, making him flinch and gasp. “Dude, shut the fuck up.”

Kenyuu laughs. “You guys are so cringe.” He reaches across the bed and grabs the lube off the table. “Can I finger him?”

Eita grabs a fistful of Kenyuu’s shirt. “Please.”

“All right, whatever you want,” Kenyuu says. 

Tabito joins them on the bed, leaning against the headboard. “Here, put him in my lap,” he says. Kenyuu nods and shoves Eita towards him. Eita slumps into Tabito’s arms, his back against Tabito’s chest, his head against his shoulder. The chain necklaces dig into Tabito’s skin. Oh, maybe he should’ve taken those off. 

Eita tilts his head back. “Kiss please,” he says. Tabito leans down and pecks him softly on the lips. Eita scowls. “Not like that.”

“Fine,” Tabito says. He pulls Eita back into a messy kiss, letting Eita’s tongue explore his mouth. From in front of them, he hears Kenyuu uncap the bottle of lube. He reaches under Eita’s legs and pulls his knees up, presenting his hole to Kenyuu.

“Ah, perfect,” Kenyuu says. 

Tabito’s too deep in the kiss to see what Kenyuu’s doing, but when Eita gasps into his mouth, he knows Kenyuu has just slid one finger inside. Tabito squeezes Eita’s thighs, and Eita shudders. “God,” he slurs. 

“Okay?” Kenyuu says. The bed dips in front of them as he shifts positions. “You need more lube?”

“M’good, just–” Eita pulls away from Tabito and turns to glance at Kenyuu. “I’m good.”

“You’re sure?” Tabito murmurs into his ear. Eita nods, the blush on his cheeks deepening. His eyes are unfocused and hazy. Tabito leans forward to place a soft kiss on Eita’s neck. He can feel Eita’s pulse in his jugular. Wow, so this is why vampire fiction is so popular. Would Eita mind if Tabito bit him? 

Kenyuu adds a second finger. Eita’s back arches against Tabito, and he lets out a hiss. “Shit, that’s it,” he says.

“If you come from this, I’m not stopping,” Kenyuu says, as pleasant and nonchalant as ever as he thrusts his fingers in and out of Eita at a languid pace.

“Don’t–don’t stop,” Eita says. He’s definitely only processing about half of what Kenyuu and Tabito are saying. Should they slow down? 

Tabito kisses Eita’s neck again, and Eita outright moans. They’re fine, then. He’s still having fun.

“Leave some marks on him for me,” Kenyuu says, curling his fingers inside Eita. 

“ Ah!” Eita yelps. “Fuck, dude.”

“Don’t call me ‘dude’ while I’ve got my hand in your ass,” Kenyuu says. He pulls his fingers all the way out, then slides them back in. A tremor wracks through Eita’s body. His skin is hot to the touch, his abs tensing with every movement of Kenyuu’s hand. “One more?”

“Please, please, please,” Eita says. 

Kenyuu chuckles. “Whatever you say.”

He picks up the lube and squeezes some more over Eita’s hole, his two fingers still inside, then threads in a third. Eita sucks in a sharp breath. 

“Still good?” Kenyuu says as he slowly restarts his thrusts. 

“Stop talking so nice to me,” Eita mumbles. He tips his head back against Tabito’s shoulder, exposing more of his neck.

The universe is testing Tabito, and he is failing. He nips at Eita’s collarbone. 

Eita gasps again, his head falling back. “Shit, oh my God.”

Tabito sinks his teeth into the soft skin of Eita’s neck, leaving behind a trail of pink bite marks, and Eita moans, his eyes screwed shut. He’s a sight to behold, his legs in the air, his hair tousled, pale violet hickeys up and down his neck with three fingers in his hole. Tabito runs his tongue over one of the marks. He wishes he could take a picture. Burn this image into his brain forever. He’d never have to Google “boobs” again. 

Fuck it, he’d commission an oil painting of Eita like this. 

Kenyuu pulls his fingers out and looks up at Tabito. “You think he’s ready?” he says with an eager smile. His dick is still fully hard. 

Tabito pulls Eita’s legs up even higher. “I think you’ve kept him waiting too long,” he says. 

“Fuck yeah, put it in, please,” Eita gasps. His face is flushed and sweat beads on his forehead.

Kenyuu grabs the lube again and scrambles to squeeze some over his cock, spilling a bit on the bedspread. He strokes himself once, twice, then shuffles forward and lines the head up with Eita’s dripping hole. 

Slowly, carefully, he pushes the tip in. One of Eita’s hands flies to his mouth as he lets out a choked, muffled groan. 

“None of that,” Tabito says, nudging Eita’s burning forehead with his own and letting his lips graze Eita’s cheek. “Put your hand down. Let us hear you.” 

“Fuck,” Eita breathes. He uncovers his face and tangles his fingers in Tabito’s button-up shirt instead. 

Kenyuu wraps his sweaty hands around Eita’s thighs and pushes in deeper. Tabito releases his grip on Eita’s legs, letting Kenyuu rest Eita’s knees on his shoulders.

“Put it all in,” Eita says. “Please, I want the whole thing.”

“Be patient,” Kenyuu says. He’s only about halfway inside and Eita’s knuckles are already white against the black fabric of Tabito’s shirt. 

Tabito presses a light kiss to Eita’s forehead. “Be a good boy for Yukki, now.”

“Shit, it’s so fuckin’ hot when you talk like that,” Eita says, his eyelids fluttering.

Kenyuu bottoms out with a barely-audible sigh. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“You’re fuckin’-- ah!” Eita breaks off as Kenyuu pulls back and snaps his hips forward. “Fucking welcome.”

Kenyuu starts thrusting at a steady pace, earning sharp, rhythmic moans from Eita with each slam of his hips. Tabito, not to be left out, traces his now-free hands over Eita’s chest and abdomen. He thumbs over one of Eita’s nipples, and Eita lets out a broken hiss. 

“Fuck–more, please,” he stammers. 

Tabito pinches Eita’s nipples, applying just enough pressure to get Eita’s back to arch off the bed, and Eita squeaks. His mouth hangs open, his tongue lolling out. Tabito leans down and kisses him again, wet and messy, the vibrations from Eita’s moans buzzing on Tabito’s lips. This is so much better than the bara art on Pixiv Tabito used to crank it to in the Blue Lock dorms. He can feel an orgasm approaching, and he’s barely even had his dick touched tonight. 

Kenyuu adjusts his grip on Eita’s thighs and picks up the pace. Eita’s moans get louder. “Shh–” Tabito says, bringing one hand up to cup Eita’s jaw and pull him deeper into the kiss. “Your neighbors might complain,” he murmurs against Eita’s lips. 

Eita shakes his head, his eyes rolling back, and doesn’t get any quieter. Tabito glances down at Kenyuu and almost blows his load on the spot, because every time Kenyuu bottoms out, Tabito can see the imprint of his dick in Eita’s stomach. 

Okay, maybe Eita has a license to be loud. His own untouched cock leaks precome onto his stomach, bouncing pitifully with every slam of Kenyuu’s hips. Kenyuu’s cable-knit sweater rides up with every thrust, exposing just a sliver of his toned abs. His glasses slide down his nose, beads of sweat trickling down his rose-tinged face. Soft, almost inaudible moans slip out of his mouth as he pounds into Eita.

“Yukki–shit, I’m gonna–” Eita stutters, clinging to Tabito’s shirt. 

“Already?” Kenyuu says. He squeezes Eita’s thighs and pushes them forward toward Eita’s chest, changing the angle of his slams. “Race you.”

Eita breaks off into a moan, tossing his head back, his body going rigid. Tabito leans down and bites Eita’s neck again. Eita pants, his skin burning hot to the touch under Tabito’s tongue as he sucks another hickey onto Eita’s collarbone.

“Oh, you got tight all of a sudden,” Kenyuu says. He slows his thrusts to a crawl and snaps his hips forward once, twice. Eita whines, squeezing his eyes shut, and Kenyuu lets a gasp escape his perfect lips. “Ah–God.” 

“No, no, no,” Eita says, “don’t stop, please.” One of his hands creeps toward his dick, but Kenyuu swats it away as he rams into Eita one last time.

Kenyuu pulls out, a strand of cum connecting his tip to Eita’s hole. “Good boy,” Kenyuu says, sitting back on his heels and pulling his glasses off. He tucks them into his breast pocket. 

Eita’s still tense against Tabito, his cock still painfully hard, whines still escaping him with every breath. Tabito chuckles. “How’re you feeling?”

“Gonna kill him,” Eita mumbles. “I was close.”

“Sit up,” Tabito says, grabbing Eita’s shoulders and pushing him up. “My turn.”

“Thank fuck,” Eita says as Tabito slides out from behind him and stands up next to the bed. “Let’s kick Yukki out of the relationship.”

“I’m proud that you’re voicing your complaints, but I’m gonna have to vote against that one,” Tabito says. 

“Thanks for the support,” Kenyuu says. 

Tabito bends down to wipe the sweat off Kenyuu’s forehead with his sleeve. “Just make him come, he’ll change his mind real fast.”

“I’m right here,” Eita says, flopping back down onto the bed. 

“Patience is a virtue,” Tabito says. He plants a kiss to Kenyuu’s forehead, and Kenyuu hums in appreciation. 

“A virtue I don’t fucking have,” Eita says. “I’m gonna go soft.”

Tabito sighs and grabs Eita’s hips, dragging his ass to the edge of the bed. Eita yelps as Tabito bends him in half again and lines up the head of his cock with Eita’s wrecked hole. Some of Kenyuu’s cum drips out. “Yukki, lube?” Tabito says. 

“Here,” Kenyuu says, reaching over and grabbing the half-empty bottle of lube. He tosses it to Tabito. 

“Thanks,” Tabito hums. He uncaps the bottle and squeezes some over his dick, slicking himself up with a few strokes. He doesn’t bother with pleasantries–he grabs his cock around the base and shoves the whole thing into Eita in one go. 

Eita arches his back off the bed and moans, tears springing to his eyes. “Fuck, you’re huge.”

Tabito pulls out and slams back in, earning a gasp from Eita. “This the right spot?”

Eita nods frantically. “Just–just go for it.”

“If you say so,” Tabito says. He wraps his hands around Eita’s hips and lets Eita’s knees rest over his shoulders, and picks up a rhythm. Eita’s skin is warm and flushed against Tabito, and his insides are even hotter, slick with lube and Kenyuu’s cum. 

Pleasure mounts in the pit of Tabito’s stomach. Eita feels so good around him. Like Eita’s hole was made just for him to fuck. His eyes water, and he speeds up his thrusts. Eita moans again, the sound burying itself into Tabito’s brain, echoing off the sides of his skull. Eita’s drooling, Tabito realizes. He’s lying bonelessly underneath him, fucked into oblivion. 

God, that’s hot. Tabito did that to him. Okay, some of it was Kenyuu and the alcohol, granted, but Tabito’s the one with his cock ramming Eita’s prostate. 

Tabito can feel his face getting hot. A strand of black hair falls in his eyes, limp with sweat. His ears are probably beet-red, and his vision swims. The collar of his shirt suddenly feels too tight. He reaches up with one hand and pops the top two buttons open. 

“You showing off your tits?” Kenyuu says. He shifts to sit on the edge of the bed next to Eita. 

Tabito grabs Eita’s hips again and pistons his hips forward particularly hard. Eita’s mouth falls open, his tongue lolling out. “You like my chest?” Tabito says. His throat is tight, and his voice cracks. 

“Everyone likes your chest,” Kenyuu says. “You have–” he turns to Eita “–what’d you call them?”

Eita gasps for breath as he tries to speak coherently. “Mommy milkers,” he stutters.

“Yeah, that,” Kenyuu says. 

“Thanks?” Tabito says. 

“Wanna fuck your tits sometime,” Eita breathes between moans. He clutches the bedsheets for dear life. “For real–shit, I’m gonna come.”

Tabito digs his thumbs into Eita’s hips and lifts his ass off the bed, changing the angle and pummeling his prostate head-on. Eita’s hole clenches around him, and Tabito almost loses it then and there. He pounds into Eita, the sound of skin slapping skin and lube squelching a constant thrum, the bassline underneath the chorus of Eita’s wanton moans. 

Kenyuu lies down next to Eita and pulls him in for a kiss, which does nothing to stifle the lewd noises spilling from Eita’s mouth. He traces his tongue over Eita’s jawline, grazing his lips over the hickeys Tabito left on him, and a shudder wracks through Eita’s body. 

“God, Tabito, I’m–” He cuts himself off with a strangled moan as Kenyuu runs one hand over Eita’s cock. 

He gives Eita’s aching length a hasty stroke, and that’s all it takes for Eita to hit climax. He spills onto his stomach, his head thrown back against the bed, his mouth gaping in a silent scream of ecstasy. Tear tracks stream down his reddened cheeks, and his body goes tense, his hole tightening over Tabito’s dick. 

The mounting pleasure inside Tabito’s stomach peaks and overflows. He thrusts into Eita one more time and comes, emptying his seed into Eita’s ruined hole. 

Eita’s chest heaves as Tabito pulls out, the motion almost too much for his now-oversensitive cock. Cum covers his stomach and drips out of his hole as he lies limp and fucked out on the bed.

“Hmm, should we have used condoms?” Kenyuu says, tracing a finger through the cum on Eita’s abs. 

“Little late for that now,” Tabito says. He mops the sweat off his forehead and sits on the bed next to Eita, opposite Kenyuu. Eita weakly turns his head up to look at him, blinking the tears out of his eyes. Tabito bends down and wipes Eita’s cheeks. “You’re good?”

Eita nods and takes a deep, rattling breath. “Yeah. Shit, that was so good. M’dizzy.”

Tabito slides one arm under Eita’s shoulders and carefully lifts him upright, leaning him against his shoulder. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Yeah,” Eita hums. He glances from Tabito to Kenyuu, then back again. “Stay the night? Please?”

“Sure,” Kenyuu says, wrapping his arm around Eita’s other side. 

Tabito nods. “Course. No way are we leaving you alone now.”

“Dope,” Eita says. “Cause I’m not gonna be able to walk tomorrow.”

Tabito wakes up squeezed in the twin bed with Eita and Kenyuu, with barely any blanket and half his body hanging off the mattress, but he hasn’t slept that well in months. Sunlight streams through the bedroom window, and the clock on the bedside table reads 9:53. 

He sits up and stretches his shoulders. Eita and Kenyuu are still asleep. Ah, so Kenyuu is the blanket thief–he’s wrapped it almost completely around his body in his sleep, leaving Eita with almost none for himself. Tabito makes a note of that for when they all move in together. 

As he rolls out his aching muscles–it turns out sex is a very physical activity–Eita begins to stir. His eyes flutter open and he brushes a lock of hair out of his face.

“Good morning,” Tabito says. Eita’s adorable with his bedhead–like a confused baby chick. 

Eita stares at him blankly for a second. Suddenly he scrambles out of bed, kicking his meager share of the blanket off and hauling himself to his feet, and bolts out of the room. 

“Hah?” Kenyuu mumbles, shaken awake in the commotion. “Five more minutes.”

“Go back to sleep,” Tabito says. “Whatever it is, I got it.”

“Sure, sure,” Kenyuu says, his eyes already sliding shut again. 

Tabito stands and heads into the hallway, where he spots the bathroom door slightly ajar, with concerning noises floating from inside. Eita must be hungover as fuck, Tabito realizes. He forces back a chuckle. Eita’s suffering. It’s only a little bit funny. 

He waits for the noises to taper off and knocks on the door. “You done puking your guts out? Can I come in?”

Eita’s voice sounds from behind the door, weak and cracking. “Yeah,” he says. “Go ahead.”

Tabito pushes the door open. Eita’s hunched over the sink, his face pale and his forehead clammy. 

“Sup,” he says as Tabito steps inside. 

“How’re you feeling?” Tabito asks, leaning against the counter.

“Like ass,” Eita says. “My head hurts. My stomach hurts. I need moose tranquilizers.”

“Do you have ibuprofen in here?” Tabito asks.

Eita nods and reaches for a pill bottle on the counter, giving it a cursory shake. “Can’t get it open. I’m too dizzy. This is stupid.”

Tabito takes the bottle and pops the cap off in one motion. “Here.”

“I love you so fucking much, do you know that?” Eita says as he helps himself to three ibuprofen tablets. He tosses them back and swallows them dry. “Hey, uh…did we, like…”

“Last night?” Tabito says, a blush creeping to the tips of his ears. Oh, shit. Did he read it wrong? Is Eita mad? He just told Tabito he loved him, so he’s probably not mad mad, but there’s the very real possibility that Tabito just broke the already-fragile trust they spent all that time building up. 

“We fucked, didn’t we?” Eita says. 

“Yeah,” Tabito says sheepishly. “Look, I’m sorry if–”

Eita slams his fist against the counter. “ Goddamn it!” 

Tabito’s heart stops beating. He’s gonna get kicked out of the polycule, and maybe killed or arrested, and no one’s ever gonna love him again. He takes a step back, looking down and away from Eita. “I totally understand if you don’t want–”

“It was probably bomb as fuck!” Eita says, resting his elbows on the counter and planting his face in his hands. “And I don’t remember any of it!”

“You’re not…pissed or anything?” Tabito says, adrenaline still coursing through him. 

“No, ‘course not,” Eita says, pulling his head out of his hands for a moment. “I remember I was horny as shit last night, so I probably had a pretty good time. But…damn, I wish I remembered the fucking.”

“We can fuck again,” Tabito says. His heartbeat’s starting to return to a normal speed. He smiles, in spite of himself. Shit, he loves Eita. “We’ll make new memories.”

“Yeah, but that was our first time, you know?” Eita says. “And it’s special or whatever.”

Tabito steps forward and reaches out to cup Eita’s jaw in his hand. He plants a light kiss on Eita’s forehead. “It’ll always be special,” he says. “If it’s with you.”

Eita’s eyes get big. “Bro…”

“You’re really not upset?” Tabito says. “It’s okay that we fucked?”

Eita nods. “Yeah. I’d do it again.” He leans forward to kiss Tabito on the lips, but Tabito jerks away. 

“Hell no, bro, you just threw up,” he says, wriggling out of Eita’s hold. “Brush your teeth first.”

“Fine,” Eita says with a pout, and Tabito’s resolve almost breaks down. 

“Hey, Tabito, can we–” A loud thump echoes from outside the bathroom door, followed by a grunt from Kenyuu. The door creaks open, revealing Kenyuu with frizzy hair, missing glasses, and a red mark on his forehead. “Can we make pancakes?”

“Did you just walk into the wall?” Tabito says.

“Shut the fuck up,” Kenyuu says, leaning against the doorframe and pressing his fingers to the mark on his face. “Can we make pancakes?”

“Eita?” Tabito says. 

Eita shrugs. “There’s stuff in the kitchen. Help yourself to whatever. I probably won’t have any.”

“Is that ibuprofen?” Kenyuu asks, squinting at the pill bottle on the counter. 

“Are you hungover too?” Tabito asks.

“Maybe,” Kenyuu says, reaching for the open bottle. Tabito shakes out two pills and hands them to him. 

“Hey, wait, take them with water–” Tabito begins, but Kenyuu’s already taken them dry, too. Great, both his boyfriends are going to get NSAID-induced stomach ulcers.

Eita braces himself against the counter. “Shit,” he mutters. “I need to lie down again.”

“Back to the bedroom?” Tabito asks, sliding one arm around Eita’s waist. “Or are you just gonna lie in the bathtub or something?”

“Take me to the couch,” Eita says. “If you’re gonna be in the kitchen, I wanna be close.”

Tabito nods, chuckling. “That can be arranged.”

He hauls Eita to the living room and drops him across the couch. Kenyuu peels off toward the kitchen and rifles around in Eita’s cabinets, and once Eita’s set up on the couch, Tabito joins him. 

Within minutes, the smell of pancakes wafts through the apartment. Kenyuu laser-focuses on perfectly cooking each one, concentrating so hard his tongue sticks out. Tabito’s pretty sure Eita’s fallen asleep again. 

He smiles to himself as he arranges his pancakes into a stack. Hangovers aside, he’s had a good night.