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The air is cold as Fudou sighs outside the Izakaya, the smell of fried food and alcohol still lingering in his nostrils.

Some people pass on the street, the buzz coming from inside is, in some way, cozy. It's a Thursday night, not as crowded as Fridays but there's still a sizable number of workers trying to have some after-work fun.

He hears footsteps, Sakuma's figure stepping out and stopping beside him.

"I think we should come back here more often." Sakuma says after giving a satisfied snort, his coat draped over one arm.

It was Sakuma's idea to invite him to the izakaya, his and Genda's. Fudou was reluctant at first but in the end it wasn't so bad, just a small reunion between old friends.

Except…

"Only if you two stop flirting all the time. It's disgusting." He huffs, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets.

Sakuma chuckles, the alcoholic flush dancing across his face - Fudou knows he's not embarrassed and it's just a little quirk in his genes but he really wishes he was.

"We're married. Couples do that." He shrugs.

Fudou rolls his eyes. He lost count of how many times he had to put up with Genda and Sakuma's demonstrations of affection, cheek kisses and wandering hands as if he wasn't even there, sitting right in front of them.

"Of course, next time I'll bring a candle and hold it for you two."

Sakuma shakes his head, busying himself with putting his coat back on. Fudou looks over his shoulder, seeing that Genda is still inside, probably paying the bill.

"But you know, you can participate next time."

It takes a few seconds for Fudou to register what he said. He turns his head a little too quickly.

"What?"

Finishing adjusting the outfit, Sakuma shrugs again, as if he didn't just imply anything.

"You got it. Just join us next time."

Fudou furrows his eyebrows and knows that his own blush is definitely not alcoholic. He prefers to believe it to be a joke.

"So you're simply proposing a ménage?" Fudou uses a sarcastic tone.

"Maybe… It doesn't have to be a ménage, only if you want to."

Sakuma has the audacity to give him a cheeky little smile. Fudou looks at him in disbelief and he clears his throat. "I think your husband should know about this."

"Absolutely, but he'll probably want to drag you home with us if you accept."

Fudou feels the tips of his ears burn, the sound of the izakaya becoming a distant rumble. Maybe it's the sake shots that make him that confused.

"Are you serious? Fuck, I swear if you're making fun of me I–"

"I'm serious, Fudou." Sakuma cuts him off, looking at him calmly. "If you don't want to, just forget this conversation ever happened."

Oh.

Fudou looks away, stunned.

It's a proposition made out of thin air, he doesn't even know how to react to it properly, if there is a proper way to react at all. Well, he's single, free of any strings attached, and his sex life hasn't been particularly busy - the last time was months ago, with someone he barely remembers. 

It just seems… Strange to imagine him among his friends.

After a few seconds of silence, Genda finally joins them.

"All set, we can go." He says putting his wallet in his pocket, an arm circling Sakuma's shoulders and pulling him in for a quick peck.

Fudou's brain stops working for a second, his breath hitching in his throat. It's so simple and yet… He finds himself curious about what it would be like if he just stepped forward and kissed them back.

He mentally punches himself. Absolutely not.

Sakuma is drunk, he's not in his best mind and he probably won't even remember it the second he closes his eyes and goes to sleep - if he does, because the image of him and Genda having a very intimate moment invades his head and he wants to drown in the nearest puddle of water. It's the sake, it has to be.

A little talk takes place and he barely registers what is being said, thoughts too lost in the idea, in the possibility of actually getting together.

"Well, see you around, Fudou." Genda waves at him, he and Sakuma preparing to head in the opposite direction of Fudou's path.

"Yeah, see you."

Sakuma looks at him over his shoulder, a sly smile adorning his face. "Text me if you change your mind."

Fudou is very helpful in turning on his heels and getting on his way.

What the fuck was that?

**

Friday, 8AM

Sakuma: The proposal is still up.

Sakuma: btw your credit card is with Koujirou.

**

It takes about a week for Fudou to accept it.

He's standing in front of the couple's house, tense hands deep in his pants pockets. This whole situation is stupid, unnerving and he wonders if it's really worth being there and taking such a big step.

The image of a fantasy enraptures him. Sakuma crouched between his legs, Genda behind him touching him, his own features contorted in blurred pleasure.

It's been like this all week, his heart pounding, his stupid body too interested in experiment , fantasies dancing before his eyes when he's distracted – And damn, Kazemaru even asked if he was okay.

Fudou feels like a goddamn virgin teenage, humiliated by his newfound desire. He could very well pretend that he didn't send a message confirming his interest, that it was Kabeyama playing a prank on his phone but he doubts that something like that is believable.

It's been fifteen minutes since the taxi dropped him off and he's still motionless. In an expensive neighborhood like this and on a friday night, he wouldn't doubt if someone called the police on him. The thought makes him give an amused snort, the anxiety less poignant.

Gathering courage, he rings the doorbell. Fuck it, it's done.

A few moments pass. Fudou knows he still has a chance to run. Seven o'clock is approaching and maybe he'll get a bus–

"Ah, you came!" Genda greets him as he opens the door.

And well, there's Genda. It's so disconcerting to see him personally knowing why he's there, his whole face stinging in embarrassment as Genda calls him inside.

He kicks off his shoes and fucking startled when he feels Genda leaning against his shoulders to take off his jacket.

Just a good host, right?

"Make yourself comfortable, I'm finishing up dinner." Genda talks as he hangs his coat on a hook on the wall. 

Fudou wonders how he manages to keep it so casual, it's almost annoying. He nods and walks into the house, the delicious smell of something cooking hits him and at least that puts him at ease.

The house is beautiful. He can say that they both have good taste in decoration. Sitting on the sofa, he watches Genda in the kitchen, the open concept not giving him as much privacy as he would like - well, damn their good taste now.

"Jirou should be arriving soon. Do you want something to drink?" Genda offers after putting a platter in the oven "A drink maybe?"

"Uh… no, I'm fine like that."

Genda takes a few more minutes in the kitchen but that does little to make Fudou less anxious. His fingers drum on the sofa's velvety surface, maybe he should have agreed to have a drink.

He takes a deep breath. Genda finally comes out and joins him on the couch, his relaxed attitude being a huge counterpoint to the pathetic rigidity that Fudou demonstrates.

Genda places a friendly hand on his thigh, smiling softly at him.

"No need to be nervous. If you don't want to go all the way, we can just have dinner and nothing else."

Fudou looks at the hand with interest, the comfortable weight and the way Genda's hand feels powerful around his thigh, the firm pressure over his jeans. He swallows hard, a short sigh escaping.

The whole situation is unnerving and he still wonders if it really was a good idea to give in to his curiosity and accept Sakuma's - absolutely shameless - invitation. The silver ring on the ring finger of his hand around his leg glints in the lights, the reminder that he's getting himself into a very, very stable relationship and his face burns with some kind of deep embarrassment.

The worst part is that Fudou is horny. Terribly curious about how things will play out, to see how Genda and Sakuma will act in sex and just the slightest mental image of being squeezed between them is enough to send all his blood rushing to his groin.

They keep quiet for a second, Genda being patient as he always is, giving him the necessary time to digest all the strangeness of the situation, waiting until Fudou makes a decision and moves his leg in his favor.

"It's fine."

Genda makes a satisfied noise, the pressure increasing and he leans into his neck, breath pounding against his ear.

Fudou holds a whimper between his teeth and squints, Genda's fingers dance on the inside of his thigh, his gentle mouth spreading chaste caresses across his skin, a warm, sweet trail that sends shivers down his spine.

 It's so much and yet so little, he wonders since when Genda has had this effect on him and maybe it's the context of it all - but the realization that maybe he's always wanted this kind of attention from the former goalkeeper hits him, the athletic body that always flooded his most lustful thoughts, the pretty face he spent so much time fantasizing about.

"You smell good." Genda cuts through his useless thoughts, the tip of his tongue playing with the sensitive lobe. "You showered, didn't you?"

Fudou lets out a mocking snort that turns into a moan as his earlobe is sucked.

"Of course I did."

Nuzzling his nose in his hair, Genda inhales the scent of shampoo, slowly begins to unbutton his pants, the zipper slipping between his fingers with minimal noise . "No, this is different." He exhales, fingers sinking under his clothes, touching Fudou in the sensitive area between his belly button and crotch.

The touch is gentle, almost ghostly. Fudou's sensitivity emerges, he contains an embarrassingly needy noise.

Genda's fingers trace a path upwards, the opposite direction Fudou yearns for. He smoothes the hairs on his stomach, moves up until it stops on his chest, above where his heart beats anxiously.

"How different?" Fudou breathlessly blows, all the sensations provoked make his body shiver, the warm trail tingling inside his skin.

Genda laughs, is charming, beautiful. He pinches a nipple between his fingers, delighting in the gasp that leaves Fudou’s lips. This side of Fudou fascinates him, the whim of someone who wants to make a good impression, the diligence with which he prepared to come.

"It's adorable." He practically purrs, continuing the caress with more force "You even oiled your skin."

Fudou looks out of breath, a low grunt proving Genda isn't wrong, the sweet essence of almonds glistens the skin he touches, the mix of his scent with his own fragrance intoxicates Genda and he wants to touch Fudou until he loses track of everything around until he's pliable in his hands.

"Shut up."

He barely has time to say something because in the next second, Fudou sits on his lap urgently, legs spread wide to accommodate himself, shame transmuted into lust. Genda feels he is getting hard too fast.

An exclamation erupts from Genda as he feels Fudou move, the weight and friction right there make his mind spin. He wants Sakuma to arrive soon because God, he doesn't know if he can wait much longer.

"I'll make your effort worth it." Genda whispers, trembling as he pulls off Fudou's thin shirt, goose bumps breaking out across his skin as he spreads small kisses against his bare chest. "I will make sure to kiss every part of you."

The promise is tempting, Fudou is hypnotized by the charm, by the diligent and precise touch on his flesh. He wants this, Genda passionately craving his mouth on every available millimeter of skin, adoring him, gracing him. He arches to Genda, giving his entire body to his care.

Genda kisses with an open mouth the hollow between his collarbones, lips leaving a wet, sweet trail. Fudou whimpers, in none of his wet dreams he was touched like this, a gentle, unhurried foreplay. He's used to fast, messy sex, the foreplay nothing more than a quick kiss or two.

But Genda savors it, tongue touching and tasting the skin like it's a delicacy and god, Fudou feels desired.

Dipping his fingers inside Fudou's pants, Genda brings his erection out, grabbing the base of his cock. Genda closes his mouth around one nipple as he begins to pump, slow and languid.

A terrific moan comes out of Fudou, it gets worse the second Genda spits over his cock, the saliva making the hand job easier, better, the sharp edges of his teeth teasing the nipple between them.

"Delicious." Genda gasps and increases the pace, feeling the cock harden more and more in his hand. "You're thicker than I thought."

"So–" the words die in Fudou's mouth on the second Genda presses his thumb above the cock's tip, "–did you imagine?"

Genda laughs, it's almost a purr.

"You can not imagine how much."

" Fuck ." Fudou sobs, moving in rhythm, deliberately fucking Genda's fist with only raw pleasure flashing through his mind, the talk doing wonders for his altered state.

The hollow sound of his hips hitting his hand fills the room, sounds so obscene that it makes his face flush.

Genda's brows furrows in concentration, Fudou shivers, his voice shaky.

"What's the problem?"

The pace of the handjob slows, Genda's face finding the curve of his neck.

"I want to blow you." He murmurs against his skin, leaving a weak bite there.

Oh.

Fudou swallows hard, he grabs Genda's hair and undoes the ponytail, pulling him by the back of his neck until they are facing each other.

"How much do you want?"

Genda gasps, squeezes the cock in his hand and goes back to pumping - Fudou can only stare at the parted lips, how they would look good around his cock, stretched out to swallow it.

Instead of a verbal response, Genda kisses him. It's voracious, intense, the jerking off intensifying as their tongues intertwine, moans and sighs lost in the frenzy and oh, Fudou feels himself shaking, going back to fucking his hand with equal enthusiasm.

Above the sounds, he hears a noise, something he catches for a split second before Genda teases the tip of his cock and drags him back into the dense mist of delight.

More noises, Genda squeezes him tighter and breaks the kiss, looking at a point above his shoulders.

"Welcome back, Jirou." Genda says happily, panting.

Fudou stopped moving on instinct, as if he'd been caught doing something forbidden - and the fact that Genda is married with the man right behind him doesn't help the little frenzy in his heart.

"Looks like you two are already having fun." Sakuma teases and Fudou has the urge to get off Genda's lap, but he grabs him by the waist. "Don't even think about stopping, it's really a very good view."

Sakuma approaches, his cool hands grip Fudou's waist and he leans in to kiss Genda, hair tickling the side of Fudou's face.

The kiss is hot, slow compared to what they shared just moments ago. Wet sounds echoing above his shoulders, Sakuma's hands teasing his sides before diving straight for the prize.

Fudou whimpers at the feel of Sakuma's fingers teasing the reddened tip of his cock, the sudden pleasure of being touched by both of them sends a dizzying rush of pleasure and everything seems to spin. He leans towards Sakuma, his head resting on his shoulder.

Sakuma breaks the kiss with a wet smack, his swollen lips finding the curve of Fudou's neck in a slow brush.

"I am going to take a bath." Sakuma rubs his cock between his fingers one last time, smiling at the trail of pre-cum that oozes between them "Try not to come before I get back."

"Jirou..." Genda whimpers, his hips finally thrusting erratically upward, grinding his erection into Fudou.

And then Sakuma is gone, the heat of his presence tingling on Fudou's back, on the tip of his cock, on Genda's lips. They follow him with their eyes until his figure disappears down the hall.

Genda clings to Fudou in an eager embrace, his pelvis rolling in firm friction and he gasps in relief, hiding his face in his chest. Fudou rocks against him, undulating his body in a rhythm that fits his perfectly.

"I want you." It's a hiss between teeth. "I want you to fuck me."

The words evoke a greedy spark in Fudou's chest, his abdomen heaving at the thought.

"I didn't know you liked being a bottom." He rubs against Genda harder "Is this how you imagined me? Fucking you?"

Stifling a groan, he tightens Fudou's legs around his body and stands up, Fudou gasping in surprise as he wraps his arms and legs around his torso.

"Maybe I had." Genda blows into his ear, Fudou's body pressed so tightly against his it's delicious "But I would have no problem putting you against the wall right now."

"Don't be a coward, Genda." Fudou purrs and Genda can feel the smile in his voice, the sassy tone in coercion, the delighted sweetness in which the teasing comes out.

He swallows hard, fighting the urge to fall for this tease. "Maybe another time." He mutters and makes his way to the bedroom, Fudou's fingers sinking into his hair as he carries him.

Genda carefully places him on the bed and is soon hovering over him, planting kisses on his torso, contentedly tasting the offered skin. He is careful in removing the pants, not holding back his smile at Fudou's palpable impatience, taking his time to drag the fabric off and do the same with the socks.

Fudou takes a shaky breath, the embarrassment of being fully naked making him shiver along with the cold air. It's nothing new to be like this in front of Genda, the many showers in the collective bathrooms were enough but God, the context is totally different - he's hard, wanting to be touched so bad.

The clothes are carefully folded by Genda, a teasing slowness that divides Fudou into loving and hating it. Before he can do anything, Genda's mouth finds a place near his crotch and Fudou spreads his legs anxiously, settling him between them.

"Quick." His request is a whimper under his lips moving, the short strokes of his tongue so close to his cock.

The kisses drag on, Genda places a wet kiss on his hip bone, teeth scraping under the thin skin, spasms of pleasure rocking Fudou. It's hypnotic, beautiful beyond inherent eroticism.

And then his cock is enveloped in the wetness he knows so well.

"Oh! Fuck!" Fudou pulls Genda's hair between his fingers, the tip of his penis rubbing against the roof of his mouth.

Genda sucks him hard, cheeks sucked in with the sucking motion and Fudou screams, he feels the drool running down his balls as he moves.

Fudou pushes up, a million curses passing his lips, Genda's tongue moving on his shaft, the vibrations of his moans going straight to his cock and all he can think about is how good Genda is at it.

"You two look fine."

Sakuma's voice vibrates through the room like a spell, Fudou feels even more sensitive knowing he's being watched by him, excited and amazed like never before. Genda moans against his skin, also barely resistant to his presence, the cock deep in his mouth.

Fudou leans back on his forearms, a gasp coming out at the sight of Sakuma in a half-open robe that does little to hide his own excitement in the face of it all.

The bed barely creaks when Sakuma joins them, his arms wrapping around Genda and pulling him to hug him from behind. Genda lets go of Fudou's cock in one easy slide, the spit connecting the two ends before snapping.

Genda is docile under the touch, he sighs pleased as he settles against Sakuma, his mouth searching for him.

Fudou looks at the kiss with fascination. It's obscene, so different from the others that he's had seen, the beautiful sounds that come out of both of them, Sakuma's eager fingers finally undressing Genda, revealing the skin, the beautiful muscles that ripple at the slightest touch.

Genda gives a wonderful moan as Sakuma rubs behind him, hastily removing his pants while muttering a series of non sense.

"Koujirou…" Sakuma moans against his neck, spreading his legs until they open wide. "... You were so patient, my love, such a good host."

Fudou sees him shaking, hears Sakuma's words but that's not what almost makes him come.

It's the damned edge of the plug that shows between Genda's buttocks, the metallic base gleaming in the dim light of the table lamp.

"Fuck." he curses, unable to look away.

Sakuma giggles at his shocked expression, hand reaching down to touch the plug, Genda's eyes and hips rolling at the contact, moaning shamelessly.

"I'm glad you came, Fudou." Sakuma speaks and pulls out part of the thick length of the plug only to insert it again. Genda squirms and barely contains his excited scream, allowing himself to be fucked with the plug "He's had this all afternoon, just for you."

He is speechless, transfixed on both of them, as Sakuma slowly fucks the object inside Genda and Genda sobs in ecstasy, toes curling with each slide, his entrance pulsing and cock drooling in his stomach. It's too much, the sight sends hard spikes of arousal down his spine, it makes him hard like he's never been and the wetness glistening on his cock doesn't help.

Sakuma pulls the plug out completely in one smooth slide, Genda barely having time to complain before two lean fingers slide inside, filling it up to the second knuckle.

"You like it that way, don't you?" Sakuma moans against Genda, fingering lazily, fingers fading in and out inside him. Genda's entrance tightens, he pants in excitement. "Just a little more." The fingers curve upwards and go to the last knuckle, right over the bundle of nerves that makes Genda scream.

"Don't come yet, Koujirou ."

Fudou watches both of them, the little show they put together for him, only for him, Genda’s cock throbbing with every sigh or slide of his fingers, he sees Genda's hole already dark red, stimulated to the limit and Fudou wants to experience the feel of him around his cock, want to be the reason he moans and squirms so well.

Sakuma finally pulls his fingers out, stretching the edge of the muscle that screw and stretches under the pressure. It's almost pornographic and Fudou just finds himself lost between love and hate how stupidly turned on he gets.

Genda is shaking, fighting the orgasm that comes at him like the force of an earthquake. Something changes. Sakuma guides Genda so that he lies down where Fudou was earlier, his brown hair fanning out on the pillows, his cock resting on his stomach.

Sakuma sighs through his teeth, needing a good dose of self-control not to forget everything and bury himself inside Genda. He calls out to Fudou with a weak "come here" seeing how beautiful his naked form is, soaked in a lust he also shares.

Fudou is breathing fast as he comes face to face with Sakuma, his eyes reluctantly leaving the other man's figure and going to the half open robe. Sakuma blows out a compliment as he understands what he wants and begins to undo the binding, fingers scraping the skin, past his shoulders as he pushes the soft fabric back.

The robe pools around his wrists, Fudou's gaze devouring him. Sakuma leans over and kisses him on the corner of his mouth, feels his hard cock throb in his hand, twitch as it joins with his own and jerks them together, a firm grip around each slide.

"Sakuma." He growls against his mouth. So needy.

Sakuma finally kisses him for real, tongues sliding over each other, the warm and delicious taste of Fudou heavy on his palate. He wonders why he didn't invite him earlier because God, Fudou seems perfect like this, handsome and malleable, easy to handle.

"Fuck." Fudou sighs, dick dripping into Sakuma's hand. He runs his hands wildly through his pale hair, squeezes it tightly between his fingers and kisses him hungrily, the taste, the touch, all too much for his already on edge mind.

Sakuma sucks on his bottom lip and lets it go with an indecent pop, letting his throbbing cock "Turn around."

Fudou feels so anxious that it's easy to become obedient, he turns and faces Genda, a heavy wave of pleasure hitting his abdomen as he meets his eyes, seeing how his whole body looks inviting, open.

He hears Sakuma search through his robe, the clink of plastic and something popping open. Fuck, it was finally happening.

"Look how anxious he is for you." Sakuma murmurs in his ear, arms wrapped around his torso, one hand busy with the pot of lube.

Sakuma pours the lube straight onto his cock, the cold liquid making him shiver, and without warning, Sakuma quickly jerks him off, the cock sliding easily into his hand.

Fudou gasps and moans like a needy whore, his orgasm so close that he sees stars behind his eyes, rocking as he relaxes against Sakuma and lets the handjob continue because fuck, it's one of the best he's ever had, the way Sakuma rubs his tip takes him go to the fucking heaven.

"I'm gonna cum." It's a breath amid the moans, the electric, delicious feeling of being almost there shakes him, tears stinging the corners of his eyes. "So close…!"

And then, Sakuma stops, squeezing the base of his cock so he doesn't come. The urgency dissipates and he whimpers lost between relief and frustration.

Sakuma gently pushes him so that he is above Genda, his arms braced on either side of his body. Genda stares at him fervently, taking a deep breath, devastated for going so long without touching. "You are pretty."

It's sweet in the middle of the frenzy, - and he knows he doesn't look pretty, that he's a mess, his hair sticking to his sweaty skin - it's enough for Fudou to whimper and lean closer, taking Genda in a deep kiss and moan into his mouth.

He feels Sakuma slide the condom onto his cock, the latex receiving one more generous coat of lube before Sakuma presses the tip against the edge of Genda's ass, his stomach doing somersaults in anticipation.

Sakuma kisses Fudou's shoulder, his free hand tucks a damp lock of hair behind his ear and then he finally pushes . "I'm so jealous of you, Fudou."

Fudou shudders, Sakuma's voice barely audible with the rhythm of his heart. The slow drag of flesh against his cock makes him crazy, drunk with lust as Sakuma makes his way inside.

Genda's ass is wet, sensitive, clenching around him with such intensity it's sinful and he can feel how his prostate is swollen and overstimulated.

It's fucking good and he understands why Sakuma is jealous.

Genda lets out a high-pitched moan, his hands covering his mouth, abdomen wet with a puddle of pre-cum. So beautiful.

"Genda…" Fudou's voice shakes, he gives the final push, his balls touching his ass, as deep as possible. Genda is hot, so unbearably hot that Fudou thinks he might get addicted and lose himself there. "...You are so good."

Genda rolls his hips, spreads his legs wider, muffled pleasurable noises and oh he's desperate .

Fudou takes a few inches and pushes, a firm thrust and damn, Genda whimpers so loud , so sensitized that it seems ready to collapse.

Bracing his knees, he begins to thrust in and out, satisfied sounds escaping his open mouth, eyes threatening to roll back. Genda is good, magnificent, his breath and gaze heavy as lead in contrast to his soft, malleable interior.

"Hmn Fudou…" Genda purrs muffled and twitches violently, more lewd sounds coming out in a filthy litany.

Fudou gasps and lurches forward, the sound of his balls hitting his skin increases, body and mind overflowing, flooding with the urgency, the almost need to fuck with everything he have.

"He's good, isn't he?" The voice is a breath on his neck, a shiver that runs through him intensely.

Sakuma presses a finger in his ass, smooth circles spreading the lube. He mumbles more things that are beyond Fudou's comprehension - compliments, foul words, his name in a sly tone - and it all goes straight to his cock.

The finger enters, Fudou groans loudly, the rhythm of the thrusts faltering because he can feel being opened with every thrust, Sakuma moving with him, bending to seek his sweet spot.

And he finds it.

It's too much. Good as fuck. Fudou throws his head back, words dissolved into desperate, high-pitched sounds. So close, so fucking close.

Sakuma nestles into his hair as he fingers deeper, Fudou pushing back on instinct, chasing the sensation. One more finger grazes that delicious nerve, a guttural moan rising from his throat. He's going to come like this, his cock twitching inside Genda feels every tiny bump and holy shit, Fudou thinks he might explode from this.

"That's enough." Fudou says with his eyes narrowed, sweat gathering, trickling down his forehead.

"Not yet."

Another. Three fingers spread it open and massage his prostate, slamming against it in a steady march at the same time he's also thrusting his cock into Genda, hammering his prostate in a similar rhythm.

He grips Genda's ankle hard, short nails digging into the skin and he lifts it, holding against his shoulder. His butthole opens, accommodating him more. Fudou's mouth is watering  at the new fit, loving how Genda takes him and moans in delight.

The orgasm approaches again, building into a hot, merciless mass. Fudou wants to cry from the intensity. Wonderfully good, addictive, good, good.

Sakuma withdraws his fingers and Fudou feels a spike of frustration, his orgasm once again slipping away after being so fucking close to reaching. Sakuma grips his hips, forcing him to stop fucking Genda - it's his turn to sound frustrated.

"Be patient." He mutters, shakily.

The sounds of Sakuma getting ready - the uncapping of the lube, the condom package opening - makes his heart pump madly, he wants this and he wants it now , unable to wait another second.

He feels the heat behind him, a hand opening wide on one buttock and holy shit, the head of the cock rubbing right against the edge of his ass. Sakuma grips his hips tightly, fingers marking the skin, and makes his way inside, slow, steady.

Sakuma's pelvis fits right behind him, a smooth roll of the hips and he's in, totally. Fudou shudders, swallowing an embarrassing groan, shivering at the feeling of being full .

"Shit." Sakuma hisses softly, plants a firm palm against Fudou's chest and brings him close, hand going up to his neck, squeezing just enough to catch his breath. "Fucking tight, hm?" He punctuates with a shallow thrust.

Fudou bites his lower lip to contain a moan, he feels the coldness of the ring against his neck, the last thing that connects him with reality. "Shut up."

One laugh, one last adjustment.

And then, it's easy to fall into a rhythm. Sakuma's body undulates against his, fucks him with detachment, the back and forth of his cock rubbing his prostate, all the right sweet spots to make him shiver and moan uncontrollably, his own body pushing against Genda's, feeling himself being swallowed by his anxious hole, tightened with arousal.

Fudou feels everything at once, every pore vibrating with ecstasy and lust. It's so good, so mind blowing that his world spins and there's only Genda and Sakuma in his mind, touching every inch of feverish, sensitive skin.

All his doubts disappear, replaced by the delirium of sex, the overwhelming pleasure that covers his mind in a thick fog. The new sensation of fucking and being fucked puts him in a near manic state, addicts his fucking mind to the two men who left him like this. Fudou wants them, wants to consume and be consumed by them until there's nothing left.

He thrusts into Genda harder, loving how his moans grow higher, how he calls his name in a frantic cadence, absolutely beautiful, perfect as he's devastated. Genda moves alongside Fudou, each movement of his cock landing on his prostate makes him see stars, choke on his own words as he begs for more.

Sakuma licks the curve of his neck greedily, burying himself deep in Fudou. He grunts in satisfaction as he brushes his brown bangs off his sweaty forehead.

"Make him cum, Akio."

"Don’t call me like that." Fudou gasps, his last layer of common sense trembling, telling him it's too intimate even as his limbs tremble at how wonderful his name is being uttered in that horny tone.

"Like what, Akio?" Sakuma teases, the name makes Fudou's insides squeeze hotly and he gives an amused snort.

Fudou bites his lip in a frustrated attempt to hold back the whimper, his goddamn mind reacting so well to this makes his orgasm approach again, this time feeling more intense, inevitable, the suffocating heat, the desperation, all rocking his sanity.

Needy, Fudou vigorously fucks Genda, the rhythm between the three breaking and God, every time he moves he can feel Sakuma's cock inside him, hard and unyielding against his prostate. Good as fuck, fuck .

He leans more against Genda, leans in so their chests are touching, his leg lifted and his ass spread out wider. It's perfect, Fudou feels Genda's cock rub against his stomach, the wet tip pressed between them.

"God, Akio." He whispers shakily, there's a trickle of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, eyes nearly closed in delight. "Just like that!"

Behind him, Sakuma also leans in and leans against him as much as he can, his hips slamming mercilessly against Fudou, moaning with each exhale.

The pace is perfect. Fudou's eyes tear, the world becomes scalding, wet, delicious against his cock, each slide good enough that he feels like he's going to heaven and hell at the same time, intoxicating, mind-blowing. Fudou thinks he might go crazy and God he wants, he wants to explode into a thousand pieces of intense madness.

"Genda, Sakuma…!" He pleads, the names chanting in his mind, their bodies moving in unison -  flowing like the damn swell of the sea, constant, intense - sending him close, very close.

Fudou buries his face in the curve of Genda's neck, his moans getting louder, constant. He gasps, moans, grunts against Genda's sweaty, wonderful skin, sobs and babbles as his whole world crumbles and is rebuilt only to be torn apart again.

Genda whimpers, hands gripping the sheets tightly, the shadow of his orgasm is a wave of anticipation, the lust building in a way that leaves his vision blurring. He can see Sakuma, his disheveled hair and satisfied expression. Beautiful, beautiful.

"Jirou–" Genda pleads, his hand blindly reaching for him and Sakuma takes it, lacing their fingers together tightly. "–Jirou!"

"Koujirou… You're close, aren't you?"

Sakuma sighs, squeezing Genda between his fingers and he nods, a generous groan escaping. Sakuma knows Fudou is doing a good job, he recognizes the satisfaction bubbling up in Genda by the way his voice comes out needy and heavy, how his eyes are wet and almost rolling back in ecstasy. Fudou is wonderful at fucking him and oh, Sakuma is so happy, so desperately excited about it.

He rolls his thumb through Genda's hand, words of love slurred out and he sloppily pushes inside Fudou, hearing their grunts mixed with their own.

Moaning, Genda squeezes his hand, shuddering as the orgasm rip his body, the jolt of pleasure shooting down every nerve makes his vision disappear for a few seconds, his body tensing as he comes hard, deliciously hard, so stupidly good he feels like he might die.

"Fuck!" Genda moans weakly as he rides his orgasm, every muscle in his body quivering, pulsing. "Akio, fuck, fuck, don't stop, damn!"

Is too much. Fudou's mind screams, Genda's ass smashing him as he goes through the orgasm, his cum smearing them into a sticky mess; Sakuma behind him fucks sloppily, erratic, inaccurate thrusts playing with his guts.

Fudou sighs shakily, his own pace breaking out, that pleasant spark spreading, tightening his whole body and then just burst and he is coming, arching himself as much as possible.

The fucking world seems to stop as the pleasure shakes him and the sun seems to explode behind his eyelids, the tight ass milks him every last drop of cum and he's being fucked, ravaged beyond what he can take and his mind is fucking gone while his body softens.

"Shit" He babbles, a trickle of drool dripping down.

Sakuma hugs him, feeling him soft in his hands, a huge counterpoint to how tight he still is, clenching around his cock.

"Good boy." He praises next to his ear and finally fucks him hard, feeling close, close "Akio you are wonderful, God… I want you."

One more hard contraction, the words having their desired effect and Sakuma finally comes, an utterly satisfied grunt as he continues to fuck relentlessly until the hypersensitivity is bothersome, a flurry of moans and gasps coming out between short breaths.

It ended embarrassingly quickly.

They sprawl across the bed lazily, limbs crossed and at awkward angles, weariness finally gnawing at the bones. They’re panting like they just ran a soccer field dozens of times.

Sakuma is helpful in getting rid of the used condoms, throwing them in the trash can next to the bed. He grabs some tissues so he can clean up the mess.

Fudou rolls over to snuggle up next to Genda, his senses still dazed from everything, the fog in his brain slowly lifting.

The unsteady breathing of the three is the only thing that can be heard, the smell of sex seeming to be present in every corner of the room.

"What did you make for dinner?" Sakuma asks quietly as he carefully cleans Genda's stomach.

"Pork tenderloin and some vegetables." He takes a deep breath, exhausted, satisfied. "Banoffee for dessert."

"Good."

Fudou laughed in disbelief. The two look at him confused.

"What the fuck is this pillow talk?"

Sakuma snorts in amusement and rolls his eyes, his attention now on Fudou and starts to wipe away the cum that stains his torso.

"What did you expect?" He asks covertly. "To know how good my cock felt inside you?"

Fudou's face burns, Genda turns towards him, straddling one of his legs lazily. "Or knowing how good you fuck."

"Idiots." He mutters, his face as red as a tomato.

They both laugh, the moment sweet and light, the lull after something rowdy. Sakuma leans over to lie down on Fudou's other side, not resisting to plant a kiss on his cheek.

Fudou doesn't have the strength to protest, but it’s sweet. He allows himself to relax between them.

Genda plays with a lock of Sakuma's hair, a small smile on the lips.

"Round two before dinner?"

Sakuma grunts, but doesn't disagree. "Insatiable."

Fudou is sure the rest of the night will be amazing.