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Kento held his STD test in his hands, tucked neatly in a folder to obscure it from prying eyes. Predictably, it was clean. After all, he hadn’t fucked anyone in years due to being absolutely fucking exhausted and unwilling to maintain even a casual hook-up, much less a relationship. However, here he was, standing in front of an apartment building while he waited for two men he reconnected with five months ago to let him in.
Of course, because God hated him, they were none other than Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru. Well, really, it was Kento who hated himself because he agreed to this whole fiasco. They were a pain in the ass back in senior high, and they were a pain in the ass now. Well, hopefully, they weren’t a pain in the ass, because while Kento was certain he liked to receive, he was also certain he didn’t want it to hurt.
Kento shook his head. He bit the inside of his cheek and forced himself to stop thinking of sex while in public. He checked his watch, eyebrow twitching when he realized there were only five minutes until they agreed upon meeting. Nervously, Kento had arrived early, but being punctual was never a bad thing. Suguru and Satoru loved being fashionably late, however.
“Kento-kun!” A saccharine voice called from across the street. Kento raised his eyebrows and turned around. “You have the wrong building!”
Kento frowned. Of course, he did. Today was already off to a bad start.
Waiting at the crosswalk, Kento waited until he could cross. Walking towards Satoru, he found himself scowling as he approached the grinning man. He had on black slacks, a white ribbed turtle-neck sweater, and his usual sunglasses. His very presence was irritating.
“Flustered?” Satoru teased.
“Not in the slightest,” Kento replied coldly. He gave Satoru a sideways glance. “The address you gave me did not make it clear where the entrance was, much less the side of the street. So, really, it’s your fault for not clarifying or giving me a description of the building, Gojo-san.”
“Ahhh, come on! Drop the honorifics, won’t you?” Satoru teased, his voice lowering as he said. “You’ll be saying my name soon enough when—”
Eat shit and die, Kento thought to himself. Outwardly, he said, “I think I’ll be just fine.”
“Hm,” Satoru hummed. He smiled. “We shall see.”
Escorted by Satoru to the elevator and to his floor, Kento admired the apartment building. It was well-built, chic but not gaudy, and was extremely clean and well-kept. This eased his nerves, oddly enough… not that he was nervous, mind you—just cautious.
“Nice building,” Kento commented, his voice quiet as if he hadn’t intended to voice the statement aloud.
“Is it?” Satoru smiled as if he didn’t know. Kento frowned.
“Mhn,” Kento hummed. “Is Geto-san still as meticulous as I remember?”
“Again, with the honorifics…” Satoru sighed, turning towards Kento. Kento looked toward him and found himself being backed against the wall, the older man’s arm braced against it to cage Kento in on one side. “Let me rephrase myself: I want to be called by my first name, and the addition of an honorific is your choice. So, relax, would you? It’s not significant to me.”
Kento’s lip curled into something irritated and antagonistic as he said, “Then earn it. You’re Gojo-san until I say so.”
Satoru looked at him, face frozen in place for a moment before he let out a loud, honest laugh that came all the way from his belly. He doubled over, bracing himself on the wall, and laughed into Kento’s shoulder. He stumbled back, head tossed so his face was angled towards the ceiling, and when he looked back at Kento, he had to push his glasses back up his nose with a thin finger.
“I forgot how stubborn you can be,” Satoru sighed, a smile on his lips. “I’m glad we met again. You’re a riot!”
I don’t intend to be , Kento thought to himself, his internal dialogue droning with disappointment in himself. Anything that made Satoru like him more was… unwelcome, but he also did not want to behave differently from his usual self because of the obnoxious stick bug that stood in front of him.
“Just show me inside,” Kento urged, adjusting the folder in his grip. His mind was calm, but his body was nervous. Or, well, eager.
“Alright, alright,” Satoru complied, walking away just three doors down. He took out a key card and checked himself into his shared apartment with Suguru. Kento followed behind him, pleasantly realizing his guess that Suguru was just as meticulous as their senior high days was true. After many classes together, and seeing his extremely organized notes, it didn’t really surprise Kento that his organizational skills extended to his living space. However, he could see touches of Satoru in places. He added a hint of organized chaos: a sweatshirt that hung with the coats on the coat rack, a pair of sunglasses on the kitchen counter, a book on the coffee table inside of the bookshelf, and other small pops of color that brightened the otherwise monochrome space.
Kento swallowed and realized he felt distinctly different. They were the in-group, and Kento was the out-group looking into their life together. They’d never been close, and when Kento left the school to finish his education closer to home after Haibara’s death, the small bond they had vanished entirely. For the longest time, Kento did not see them, but he heard of them. Suguru was a renowned researcher in psychology studying the effect of trauma on the brain, and Satoru was a writer. However, he only knew this because Shoko had spilled the beans about his pen name, because yes, while Satoru was insufferable, he also hated an excess of attention and therefore preferred to present himself simply as “Suguru’s Trophy Husband.”
Kento found out he wrote after he read one of his books. He’d liked it enough to buy a hard copy, and Kento would sooner burn his entire book collection before he let Satoru find that out.
“Kento-kun,” Satoru called, and Kento snapped out of his thoughts. He looked at the white-haired man, eyes just a tad wide as he realized he’d zoned out. Quickly, his facial expression became placid again as he acclimated to the apartment.
“Ah, you’re here,” Suguru spoke up. Kento turned to look as he walked out from a room at the back of the apartment, probably the bedroom considering he was adjusting the hem of his black shirt. His hair looked damp like he’d just taken a shower and towel-dried it. It was long and sleek, his inky locks draped around his face in a way that framed it in a flattering way. Kento had never seen him with his hair down. Before, it was always in a ponytail, bun, or half-up half-down. He looked nice like this.
“I have the STD test results,” Kento informed him, holding up the folder to show him. Suguru smiled, thanked him, and told him to place them on the counter. He went and pulled his and Satoru’s results from where they were pinned on the fridge, which Kento admittedly found quite funny. They were just so blatant about this whole thing that it was refreshing. Kento always appreciated open communication, and these two were good about it. Kento credited most of that to Suguru, however, and his psych degree.
Skimming over their results, Kento was unsurprised to see they were free of STDs. To his knowledge, they’d been monogamous for years. It was only recently that they started seeking out a third, and while Kento knew he was likely just a sexual accessory, he was curious as to why they chose him. Maybe it was because he was objectively attractive, and maybe it was because they knew he wouldn’t talk about it or spread gossip, but there was no point in speculating.
“You said I should shower when I got here,” Kento remembered. Suguru nodded, brushing some of his hair behind his ear as he did so.
“You don’t have to get your hair wet,” Suguru said. “Just a general cleanse. Did your prep go alright? For anal?”
Kento’s cheeks flushed slightly.
“Yes. Quite alright. I skipped lunch,” he admitted, always preferring to be on the safe side. He did not like it when things got messy.
Satoru tisked. He frowned at Suguru and said, “I told you we should’ve ordered takeout.”
Suguru frowned back. “I can cook dinner after.”
“There is no need,” Kento tried to suggest before both men snapped their glares towards him.
“No,” they said at the same time. Kento’s face flushed even more. It felt weird to be cared for.
“Alright,” he acquiesced, looking away from the both of them so he didn’t have to make such strong eye contact. Kento’s collar felt a little stifling, but he resisted the urge to pull on it. Instead, he asked Suguru to lead him to the bathroom. He was given a soft, white robe that he hung up on the hook on the door and told to use whatever he wanted in the shower. Kento ended up choosing a lightly scented cedar wood body wash and nothing else as he was careful to keep his hair dry.
Clean, he dried himself off and slid on the robe, the robe just slightly too big on him. Both Suguru and Satoru were the slightest bit larger than him, but this was the first time he truly processed the difference.
He stepped out of the bathroom and saw that the bedroom door was open. Suguru, inside, smiled and gestured for him to enter. Kento obliged and walked in, spying Satoru setting out lube and condoms on the nightstand and Suguru pulling on black, latex gloves. His hair was now tied back and mostly dry, much to Kento’s disappointment.
“Sit on the bed,” Suguru said, and Kento obeyed after a moment of hesitation. Suguru was so direct that it didn’t leave room for argument.
“Alright,” Suguru said as he snapped the cuff of his other glove as he finished tugging it on, “Boundaries. We talked about this over text, but I want to hear it from you. What are your hard limits?”
“Unusual body fluids,” Kento began, “degradation, hitting above the neck, marks above the neck.”
“Good,” Suguru smiled. Satoru was unusually quiet, as though he was also waiting for directions. “And what do you want today?”
Kento’s face turned red. He hesitated for a moment before he answered, knowing it was best to bite the bullet and be honest. “I want to get fucked, and I want to be told what to do. I do not want autonomy, just to—” his voice softened, “—be used.”
Suguru nodded. “And what system are we using?”
“The stop light system. Green for good, yellow for proceeding with caution and that we should communicate, and red for a total stop.”
“Good,” Suguru smiled. “Do you want me to tell you what I plan to do?”
Kento thought for a moment before he shook his head. “No.”
“Alright,” Suguru said, and then he stood up to his full height, extended his arms with his fingers knitted together, and stretched his shoulders. “Stand up, Kento-kun.”
Kento stood. Suguru nodded toward Satoru. He said with a firm voice, “Undress him.”
“Of course,” Satoru answered smoothly. Kento heard him walk around the edge of the bed until he entered his peripheral, his lips curled in a pleased grin. He reached up and began to undress Kento slowly, as though giving Kento time to adjust to the room. The temperature was on the cool side, but Kento knew he’d feel feverish soon enough.
As Satoru undressed him, Kento wasn’t aware he was taking shallow breaths until the taller man leaned in and kissed him on the corner of his mouth, lips on his lower cheek. He said softly, “Breathe.”
Kento took a slow, deep breath and nodded. “Okay. Yeah.”
“Good boy,” Satoru praised, and Kento’s face once again felt aflame. He feared his blush would become permanent. “Keep it up. We want you to relax.”
Focusing on his breathing, Kento let himself be completely undressed. Now naked, he felt vulnerable being the only one without clothes. However, Suguru must’ve noticed his tension or was following his favored order because he told Satoru to remove his clothes. Satoru undressed in front of him, setting his glasses down on the nearby dresser, pulling his sweater off over his head, undoing his belt, and pulling off his pants and briefs. He shook one leg as he struggled to get the fabric off his foot and Kento’s lips curled into a slight smile as he let out a small, airy laugh.
“Haha,” Satoru said sarcastically. “Laugh all you want.”
Suguru rolled his eyes. “Satoru.”
“Sorry,” Satoru said, not sounding sorry at all. They moved on quickly, though.
“Kento-kun,” Suguru said, his voice gentle but unyielding, “Kiss Satoru.”
Kento swallowed. Satoru walked a pace closer, but left room for Kento to close the gap. After a second of hesitation, Kento took a step forward and braced his hands on Satoru’s shoulders. Then, he leaned in, wavering at the last second, and kissed him. His lips tasted like nothing at first, but then Kento realized he could detect a hint of mint. However, his lips were stiff as he acclimated to the situation.
“Relax,” Satoru said, and then he kissed Kento back. His lips were soft, his body at ease, and Kento followed his example. He willed himself to calm down, a wave of relaxation washing over him as he progressively relaxed his tense muscles and therefore his lips. When they kissed, one press of their lips after another, Kento gradually got more and more into it until his body felt warm and his cock started to fill out.
Satoru placed his hands on his hips, pulling Kento closer. Their hardening cocks pressed together. Suguru let out a whistle, the tone impressed.
“Hot,” he said with a grin. He was sitting in the desk chair watching them, legs crossed at the knee. Satoru laughed softly into the kiss.
“Correct,” Satoru whispered, his tone sultry. Kento wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him harder, his tongue flicking out against Satoru’s lips. He liked how soft they were and he liked how active Satoru was, his movements eager but not rabid. Kento felt like the rabid one as he tried to get Satoru to stick his tongue in his mouth. He desperately wanted to taste him.
“Lay him back on the bed,” Suguru said. “Flat on his back. Show him what you can do.”
“Happily,” Satoru rasped, sounding more affected than his actions revealed. He pushed Kento back and the man stumbled, but Satoru caught him, lowering him gently onto the sheets. Kento scooted back until he was entirely on the bed, Satoru jostling it as he climbed on top of him. He pinned him, sitting on his lap and grinding as he grabbed Kento’s jaw with one hand and kissed him aggressively. Opening his mouth, Kento let him take what he wanted and gave back as best as he could.
“Fuck,” Kento whispered, his voice terrifyingly needy. It was odd hearing his voice sounding so depraved. It seemed to spur Satoru on.
Tongues brushing over each other, Satoru kissed Kento until their cocks were both hard and rubbing against each other with too-little friction. Kento arched upwards, grinding against Satoru. It was then that Kento registered that Suguru was sitting on the bed beside them. His eyes opened slightly, glancing at the man through his eyelashes. He was looking at both of them fondly.
“You’re pretty like this,” Suguru said, sounding so genuine. “Look at you, all desperate for my husband. He’s good, isn’t he?”
“Mhn,” Kento moaned into Satoru’s mouth, his eyes sliding shut as Suguru’s words washed over him.
“You’re so handsome,” Suguru continued. “You clearly work hard to maintain your physique. There is an artistry to it. You looked great today, too, dressed in that outfit of yours. I know you chose pants that made your ass look good deliberately.”
I did.
“Satoru,” Suguru said softly. “Worship his body for me, will you? Don’t you think our dear Kento deserves it?”
“Absolutely,” Satoru agreed. Kento shivered as their lips parted with a thin trail of spit that broke and made a chilly line down the length of his chin and a bit of his neck. He looked up, eyes hazy as he stared at the ceiling, and then he felt lips on his shoulders as fingers traced up and down his arm. The touch was so delicate it almost tickled, but regardless, it sent a shiver down his spine.
“You always were pretty,” Satoru muttered, and it went straight to Kento’s groin. He spread his legs, aching to get fucked.
Suguru laughed, and while it was a bit mocking, Kento found he liked it. He liked that Suguru knew how badly he wanted it. He spread his legs further, gasping quietly and grunting when Satoru sucked dark marks into his pecs and stomach. Satoru kneeled between his thighs, putting Kento’s legs over his shoulders as he kissed up and down his thighs with light pecks and bites sprinkled in.
“Oh, you were made for this,” Suguru purred. “Tell me, how badly do you need him? How badly do you want to be fucked?”
“Please,” Kento gasped, back arching as Satoru came back up to kiss and bite his nipples until they were puffy and abused. He was already in the midst of this, so he decided he might as well speak his mind. Something told him Suguru would see straight through him otherwise. “I need it.”
“Hear that, Satoru?” Suguru smiled.
“Yeah,” Satoru rasped as he marked Kento on the collarbone. He sat back and admired the splotches of red on Kento’s skin. “You look good like this.”
Kento’s legs fell to his sides, bracketing Satoru. He was too busy breathing and processing to say anything.
“Grab the lube,” Suguru said. “Finger him.”
Satoru obeyed wordlessly. He kissed Kento quickly before rolling off of him and standing to grab a bottle of lube.
“Kento,” Suguru said, “Move so that your feet are under you but your chest is on the bed, ass up. Give Satoru a good angle, alright?”
Nodding, Kento got on his hands and knees and backed up until his feet were close to the edge of the bed. He dragged a pillow with him for his head and crossed his arms as he bent over, resting them near his face as he spread his thighs for Satoru to get between them. He watched as Satoru walked around the bed, disappearing behind him, and then he heard the crack of the cap of the bottle of lube. He heard Satoru squirt some out and heard the slick noises as he rubbed it between his hands. Then, Kento felt the slightly cold liquid against his ass cheeks as Satoru groped him.
“You have such a nice ass,” Satoru admired. Kento’s face reddened, grumbling a little in place of accepting the compliment. He sighed when Satoru continued to fondle his ass, squeezing and slapping and pulling his cheeks apart. Then, when he parted Kento’s cheeks, he heard him spit directly onto his hole. A shiver wracked Kento’s body.
“Hm,” Suguru said, a sly grin audible in his voice. “He likes it wet.”
Satoru chuckled, squirting a bit more lube out. It was almost excessive how much he used because when he stuck a finger inside Kento with little warning, the squelch was more than audible. His fingers made wet sounds as he thrust the finger in and out before tucking in another, Kento’s body relaxed and ready as he slipped into a vulnerable head space.
“You’re doing well,” Suguru praised. Kento nodded, accepting it gratefully. It felt odd to be praised so thoroughly, but Kento knew he liked it. He’d discovered erotic audios at the end of college and used them to get him through the most stressful parts of the semesters, preferring to listen to ones that promoted his confidence and supported his mental state. He’d stopped listening to them for a while because he was so busy with work and so tired, but now he had something better: the two men focused entirely on him, praising him directly. They weren’t some strangers on the internet, they were the two people Kento thought would never want him.
Kento shuddered, his shoulder blades pinching behind him as he adjusted his arms. Satoru pulled his hips up further, forcing him to arch his back at a steeper angle. As well, while Satoru’s fingering had started shallow and focused on stretching the rim, soon he started to reach deeper. He slid in another finger beside the first and started to brush against his prostate. Stimulating there always felt like nothing at first until suddenly he felt a heat develop inside. It made him drool against the pillow, slack-jawed and blissed out even as he fought to stay active in the situation.
He rocked his hips back to meet Satoru’s fingers, pushing them all the way inside until he felt where his palm began. He tilted his head to the side to look at Suguru and choked when he realized he’d pulled down his sweatpants to reveal his thick, hard cock. He was stroking it, his expression enthralled as he watched Satoru’s fingers disappear in Kento’s ass.
“You’ll take him so well,” Suguru said, reverently. “Ass like that? You’re meant for taking dick.”
“Hey, what are you trying to say?” Satoru joked.
Suguru winked. “Pancake asses are great, too, love.”
Satoru grumbled, and then he began to finger Kento faster. He thrust his fingers in and out, spreading them to stretch his rim, and then slipped in a third. Fucking the life out of Kento, Kento’s hands scrambled for purchase on the sheets as he gasped, mesmerized by the vision of Suguru and his thick dick while feeling a bit insane from all the stimulation. His cock dripped between his legs, the sheets dark and wet with precum, untouched.
“Think you can come like this?” Suguru asked Kento. Kento’s eyes watered and he nodded.
“I want it,” he said, voice scratchy and deep. “Please,” he said, and with a brief instance of spite, said, “Gojo-san.”
“Oh, you’re fucking asking for it,” Satoru growled. Kento felt him adjust and then felt his cock slap against his ass, but Suguru cut his husband off.
“Do not,” Suguru warned, voice dark.
Satoru jerked back. “Bossy.”
“I’ll bind you for that later,” Suguru promised. Satoru’s breath hitched, and while he let out an annoyed grumble, he continued fingering Kento. He fucked him steadily, hitting the perfect spot over and over until Kento was shaking. Prostate orgasms were always slower, and when he came, his cum spurt out and made a mess beneath him. However, Suguru’s lips twisted into a satisfied smile.
“Good boy,” he said, and Kento broke. He let out a sob. Suguru’s face straightened out as he asked, “Color?”
“Yellow,” Kento said honestly. Satoru didn’t pull his fingers out, but Suguru tucked his cock back in his pants and stood. He waved for Satoru to slow down as he worked Kento through his orgasm and then Kento’s eyes slid shut.
“What do you need, dear?” Suguru asked. He sounded so genuine and soft that it made Kento’s heart ache.
“Just got overwhel—” His voice broke, “—overwhelmed. It happened quickly.”
“That’s okay,” Suguru soothed. “We’ll take it slow, one thing at a time. What do you want?”
“Ah,” Kento said, shivering as Satoru’s fingers slowly pulled out and left his ass stretched and used. He opened his eyes, rolled onto his back, and his eyes widened when he realized there was a mirror literally hung over the bed on the ceiling. How had he not noticed that?
In the reflection, Kento looked wrecked. His body was bruised to high hell and his skin glistened with sweat. His eyes were dazed and his lips were puffy along with his nipples. He looked positively debauched. Realizing he’d been asked a question, he shook his head and answered, “I don’t know.”
He saw Suguru’s head bob with a nod in the reflection. “Do you want me to decide?”
“Yes,” Kento answered.
“Stay how you are,” Suguru said, voice soft and soothing. “Satoru is going to fuck you, now, slow and sweet. You are going to come on his cock. I’ll be with you the whole time.”
“Okay,” Kento answered, finally entirely calm again. “Okay,” he repeated.
Suguru lay beside him, face next to his. Then, for the first time that evening, he kissed him. He kissed slower and gentler than Satoru at first, but maybe that was just because Kento had seemed so out of it. Kento kissed back regardless, and then Suguru asked him his color. Kento whispered back, “Green.”
Kissing Suguru, Kento’s eyes parted slightly. He watched in the mirror as Satoru lined himself up. He pulled Kento’s hips up and tucked a pillow underneath, the one that had been under Kento’s head earlier. Then, he brushed his tip over his hole and stuck it in slightly, the head catching. Kento realized he wasn’t wearing a condom but he didn’t care.
Suguru spoke up. “Satoru.”
“Fuck, sorry,” Satoru apologized, and when he got up to grab a condom, Kento was unsure if he should say anything. Suguru noticed.
“What do you want?” He asked.
“I—” Kento stammered. “—uh.”
He glanced at Satoru when he spoke up and asked, “Condom or no condom? We just assumed you wouldn’t want to deal with the mess.”
“Um,” Kento admitted, “I enjoy barebacking.”
“You said that with an extraordinarily straight face, and yet you’re so eager,” Satoru teased with a smile. Kento gave him a flat, annoyed look.
“You almost forgot on your own,” Kento reminded him. “So, really, who’s the eager one?”
Suguru laughed. Kento looked back at him and was caught in a kiss that stole the air from his lungs. He kissed Suguru back, and before he knew it, Satoru was back between his legs. He rubbed his bare cock against his crack before the head snagged on his hole. He popped it in and out, letting out low, anticipatory grunts as he teased himself. Then, Satoru finally sunk all the way inside him, his cock reaching far inside Kento’s gut. Kento shuddered, kissing Suguru sloppily while he was distracted with both oversensitivity and pleasure.
“Fuck,” Satoru cursed, and the word make Kento part from Suguru. He looked into his dark brown eyes and saw his cheeks were flushed. Then, he let out an embarrassing whimper when Suguru reached down to stroke Kento’s cock.
“What about you?” Kento asked, breathless as he was stimulated from both sides.
“Worry about that later,” Suguru said, brushing his other hand through Kento’s blonde locks.
“Can I suck you off?” Kento requested, more than a little delirious. Suguru smiled.
“Only if you want,” Suguru said. “I’ll take what you give me and no more.”
I want you to take everything, Kento thought. He chose not to say it. Instead, he laid back and let them use him, Suguru stroking him and Satoru fucking him faster and faster. His balls slapped against Kento’s ass and the sound of skin on skin was arousing. Kento watched everything in the mirror, so stimulated that he had no option but to just take it and ride it out.
He knew his next orgasm would be stubborn, but Kento wasn’t mad about that. Instead, he let them play with his body and waited for the heat to mount in his stomach. Soon, he was feverish again as the pace picked up. Suguru’s hand stroked him swiftly, his palm rubbing over the tip. He reached down and swiped up a tad of the lube and precum from where Satoru’s dick was pumping inside him, slicking up Kento’s cock and making the glide smoother. Kento sighed, his sounds becoming breathy.
“Getting close?”
“Mhn,” Kento hummed, nodding. He was obsessed with the way Suguru and Satoru’s eyes were fixed down upon him, only able to see the backs of their heads in the mirror above. A hand grabbed his chin and suddenly he was looking into Suguru’s eyes again.
“Excellent,” Suguru praised. “You’re doing so well. Hold out for just two more minutes, and I’ll let you have my cock.”
Kento nodded quickly. Suguru smiled and pecked him before he ducked his head and left bite marks on Kento’s shoulder. He adjusted so he could hover over Kento and made marks to pair with Satoru’s, jacking off Kento at the same time. Kento groaned from all the touches and then let out a cry when Satoru adjusted his grip, holding his left leg and his right hip for more leverage while not blocking Suguru from grabbing Kento’s cock. The new angle brushed over Kento’s already abused prostate, and soon enough, there were tears trailing down Kento’s cheeks.
“Color?” Suguru asked.
“Green as fuck,” Kento cursed. He leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of being filled and kissed and stroked and bitten. It was all so much. His groin felt warm, his abdominal muscles were tightening as he fought off his orgasm, and his mind was alight with ecstasy. He wanted to have his release so badly, but more than that, he wanted to obey.
“Good,” Suguru smiled. His finger toyed with Kento’s slit as he said, “Now, come for us.”
Kento’s breathing became rougher and harder. His hips curled up as he fucked into Suguru’s waiting fist, his tip disappearing and reappearing as he thrust. The pleasure was maddening, like an itch that was aching to be scratched even while he raked his nails over it. Cum spurted up and over Suguru’s fist and over Kento’s stomach, painting him white.
The entire time, Satoru was still going as he fucked Kento’s with an open mouth and a pinched brow. His breathing became ragged too, and then with a couple of deep groans, Satoru tossed his head back as he sank deep inside Kento and came. His cum was hot, coating Kento’s insides and leaving him full and satisfied.
Suguru sounded ravenous as he asked, “Color for me fucking your throat?”
“Green,” Kento rushed out, and then Satoru was laying beside him and playing with his oversensitive limp cock while Suguru straddled Kento’s chest. He reached behind him and propped his head up with a pillow, giving Kento support, and then he was bracing himself on the headboard and sliding his tip into Kento’s open mouth. He tasted slightly salty and his precum wasn’t bitter or gross, a sign of a good diet and plenty of water. Kento appreciated that when Suguru started fucking him, his thick cock heavy on his tongue and the tip hitting the back of his throat as he thrust inside his mouth.
Suguru choked him on his dick occasionally, pulling back to let Kento breathe periodically. Kento’s vision was swimming from the lack of oxygen, but he never slipped under. Suguru never brought him to his limit; he only approached it before backing off and letting Kento really feel every inch of his dick on his tongue and lips.
Pulling out and sitting back against Kento’s chest, he smeared his tip across Kento’s lip and made eye contact, then winked. He bent forward again and sunk all the way to the back of his throat and stayed there. Kento saw Suguru counting silently, his lips barely moving, and realized he’d been using the time leading up to now to figure out Kento’s limit.
He brought him gently to it, Kento’s vision blurry, and then pulled out. He let him take three deep breaths before Suguru took his mouth again, fucking it like he meant it, and then his face twisted up in pleasure as he came. Kento swallowed everything, the taste of him on his tongue addicting. Kento knew he’d do this again, no questions asked if it meant seeing Suguru so out of his mind with pleasure.
Collapsing beside him, Suguru promptly wrapped Kento up in his arms. Satoru followed suit, and then Kento realized he was in a husband sandwich. He closed his eyes as he soaked up the moment, and when he opened them, he was looking up at the image of the three of them tangled together like a set that was not meant to separate—except, Kento was the third, they lived together, and Kento would be the only one going home alone after this.
He swallowed his spit, and thankfully, was able to redirect his thoughts. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts, right? So, he let them clean him up and let them give him proper aftercare, but he did his best to not take it to heart. He closed off his emotions behind a door and threw away the key.
But then Suguru made dinner, and with it warm in his belly, Kento realized he could not kid himself. He would rather not abuse his emotions in favor of getting laid. After months of getting to know these two again, Kento knew they were different people from who they were in senior high. He knew honestly was best.
And then Suguru popped the question.
“Do you want to go on a date?” He asked casually before taking a bite of his rice with a bit of marinated vegetables on top. Kento choked on his soup.
“What?” He asked, wiping his mouth. He looked at Suguru like he couldn’t be serious, and then Satoru cut in.
“We’ve been courting you for months,” he said with a teasing smile. “You didn’t notice, so we decided to see if you’d be down for something sexual. However, we’re both interested in polyamory, and we like you. A lot. So, the ball is in your court.”
Kento stared at him blankly. “You’ve been courting me?”
“Uh, yeah?” Satoru laughed, leaning his head on his hand as he raised an eyebrow at Kento. “Between the gifts and the outings and the texts with the hearts, we thought you’d notice.”
Oh, so those hearts weren’t mocking me.
“Ah,” Kento muttered, stunned. “I see.”
“You’re scaring him,” Suguru scolded Satoru. “Be gentle.”
Satoru pouted. “I am a very gentle person.”
Kento snorted. The both of them redirected their attention to him, again, and waited for him to speak.
Sighing, Kento answered Suguru’s earlier question. “Yeah. I’d like a date very much. What do you have in mind?”
Suguru smiled, the expression reaching his eyes, and Kento’s stomach settled as he let himself open up. Suguru then suggested, “How about something casual? Just a walk, coffee, and a bookstore?”
Kento nodded. Suguru and Satoru high-fived over the counter, and Kento dropped his head into his crossed arms and laughed. Who knew, after all this time, that he was so oblivious? That’d he’d be so blind to, after rethinking their past interactions, the pair’s affections? His heart beat quickly and his hands shook a bit, his body running on adrenaline, but he was happy.
He took a deep breath and said, “I guess I need to admit that I’m actually a fan of Satoru’s novels.”
Satoru’s eyes widened. “You’ve read them?”
“... I own hard copies of my favorites.”
Satoru smiled. “I’m going to force you to talk about this. I have an ego to satisfy.”
Kento rolled his eyes. “I know.”
Suguru laughed. “And so do I.”