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Koutarou had still been groggy with sleep when he heard his bedroom door opening and felt the weight of the bed dip. He hadn’t brought anyone home last night and he lived alone, but that didn’t cause him much alarm as the person sat on his hips and Koutarou opened his eyes to them.
“Kenma, you never come around this early in the day.”
“I finished streaming and I told a friend that I’d ask a favor of you,” Kenma had certainly looked like they spent all night awake, their blond tipped hair was in a loose bun and they had a large, oversized shirt covering their tiny body.
“I love seeing you, but I’m surprised you didn’t just text me, love,” Koutarou scooted up to take Kenma’s little waist and pulled them closer, they smelled fresh out of the shower and their hair was a bit damp at closer observation.
“Figured I’d get some cock in return.” Kenma was blunt, as always, making Koutarou smile at how they often came over to seek out one thing if Koutarou hadn’t contracted them for a job.
“Horny for me, baby?” Koutarou pressed kisses along their neck, his fingers slipping onto their bare thighs to touch the seam of their small shorts under that shirt, “you know you never need pretense for me to fuck you.”
“I know...” Kenma sighed, bearing their neck for the older man, “but you haven’t come over lately and I’m not going to that club just to see you.”
“And that’s what makes my sweet Kenken leave the house? A promise of my fat cock inside your ass?” Koutarou drawled, his hands cupping the bulge in Kenma’s shorts, “I’m sorry to neglect this, you know how busy things have been.”
“Atsumu is always getting you into something...” Kenma grumbled, but they rocked forward onto Koutarou’s palm, “maybe if he didn’t run his stupid mouth so much.”
“He’s just an excitable young buck, you’re kind of the same if you think about it,” Koutarou mused as Kenma glared back at him, adorable kitten, “you always go above and beyond when you’re doing your hacker magic and Atsumu... maybe he kills more than necessary.”
“As long as I’m not stuck cleaning up his messes,” Kenma said, “fuck me, Kou, I’m tired.”
“Lazy...” Koutarou brought up his other hand to tuck some dark strands behind Kenma’s ear before kissing them, “what are you in the mood for, love?”
“Mmm...” The pink on Kenma’s cheeks was in full bloom, still a bit shy about vocalizing their needs, “... I’ll be daddy’s little girl.”
“You really missed me, huh?” Koutarou teased with more kisses to their cheeks that Kenma allowed just for this moment, “wanna tell me about the favor first?”
“Cock now, I’ll tell you when I wake up.”
Of the people Koutarou let into his bed, Kenma was a personal favorite because they could be so spoiled and lazy about leaving his place. Koutarou hadn’t even meant to start sleeping with the freelancer, it just happened when Kenma was torn up about their ex trying to get back together.
And it’s been months since then... Koutarou couldn’t tell you if Kenma was going to ditch after today or laze about for a week or two, maybe a month if they felt like it. Koutarou would never kick them out, he liked seeing his baby girl in his clothing and offering their tight hole for free use. Most people run away from the yakuza, Kenma just accepts it as if I die, I die and Koutarou found that endlessly amusing.
He switched their positions with ease, having Kenma laid out on their back and pushing their shirt up so he could kiss along their flat tits and torso. Kenma was already melting into it all, such a pillow princess for their scary yakuza. All of Koutarou’s irezumi were on display as he slept naked and he knows Kenma adores the look, is even more turned on by it.
Kenma lost their shorts soon enough and Koutarou dove in to lick a stripe up from their asshole to their balls, taking them in his mouth. Kenma let out the sweetest moan from being undone by Koutarou’s mouth and how those strong hands kept their legs parted, as if Kenma had no escape from him.
“I missed my little girl too,” Koutarou kisses their sac before moving up to lick a wet stripe up their small cock, “daddy needs a good fuck to start his morning... you’ll behave for me, doll?”
“Yes, anything you want...”
Such a pretty baby who moans Koutarou’s name in utter ecstasy as Koutarou swallows down their little cock with ease. Kenma pushes their fingers in silver-block locks as they can’t quite fuck up into Koutarou’s hot mouth, his grip is too strong.
But he knows Kenma loves handing over control, seeks out Koutarou to make them submissive and will let the older man do anything he so wishes to his tiny body. Koutarou doesn’t suck them for too long, just enough to get them riled up and feeling good, then his mouth goes downwards to their ass.
Kenma may have been awake for god knows how long, but that doesn’t stop their sweet, needy moans from escaping their pink lips as Koutarou fucks into their hole with his tongue and fingers.
“Was my baby girl thinking about this while working? Her nasty reward.”
“Yeah...” Kenma can only cry as they roll down on thick fingers, “needed your cock bad.”
“Glad I could be motivation,” Koutarou grins as Kenma is tossing their head back, fingers rushing to pinch and tug their nipples, “good girl, touch yourself for daddy.”
He knows when he hits Kenma’s prostate, the younger one jerks and squirms and begs for Koutarou to hit it again. Ah, this princess is a true marvel for Koutarou’s eyes when they’re like this... high with arousal as their cock leaks and ass is full with fingers.
There’s only one other man who gets to witness Kenma like this, but they rarely visit the club enough to see him and Tetsurou can be a shy one himself. Koutarou wouldn’t kill Tetsurou for fucking this beauty though, he can trust the bartender not to hurt Kenma.
But Tetsurou doesn’t have to know that, yet.
Kenma’s climax hits them as their cock kicks on their tummy and leaves a white, sticky mess for Koutarou to lick up. He retrieves the half empty bottle of lube from the drawer and sees Kenma's sleepy eyes watch him stroke his big, heavy cock with clear interest.
“Use me, daddy... been waiting on it.”
“You’ll get daddy cock, don’t worry,” Koutarou teases just a little more with kisses to Kenma’s inner thighs and their waist, they’re just so gorgeous! But he does meet Kenma for a greedy kiss and cherishes how Kenma gasps when they feel that fat cock entering their hole.
“Made just for me, baby girl,” Koutarou doesn’t bother with letting Kenma adjust, he knows his darling can take him with ease, “I love your pussy so fucking much.”
“Love you,” Kenma grabs Koutarou's shoulders, swirls of ink are decorating his skin and his heart is swelling. Koutarou wouldn’t say he’s quick to fall in love, he just gets bored of people fast or they can’t keep up with his intense personality.
Kenma kinda rides to their own beat, appearing when they want to and Koutarou wholeheartedly takes everything they give. Their time, their body, their heart as Kenma sees fit, Koutarou wouldn’t pressure them for more.
“Daddy loves you too,” Koutarou rests his hands on either side of Kenma’s head and snaps his hips inside of his doll, he gets to watch those lewd expressions come across Kenma’s face as they get fucked by him.
“So good for me, always take my cock so fucking well,” Koutarou babbles, he feels the bite of Kenma’s nails on his back, “you are daddy’s little girl, aren’t you? Keep your cute pussy this tight for me.”
“Just you... daddy! ”
“Like that, I wanna hear you, don’t you hold back,” Koutarou went harder, dedicated to seeing this kitten lose their mind just from his cock. Kenma obeyed, they always did when they were entangled in the sheets, not much talking back when there’s a cock buried in their ass.
Best fucking thing to wake up to, that’s for sure.
Koutarou snakes a hand between them to tug on Kenma’s small cock, making sure they come first and were loud about it. Kenma’s exhaustion reared its head as the younger one’s eyes fluttered shut, but that wasn’t stopping Koutarou from using their hole.
It wouldn’t take long anyway for Koutarou to leave his mark, coming deep inside of his baby and admiring the cream pie dripping onto the sheets. Ah... now he had to clean them up and actually start his day...
As an officer of the MSBY Black Jackals syndicate, he didn’t deal with small time shit that was assigned to their foot soldiers, it was only specific matters that crossed his desk. They typically dealt with Koutarou being sent out as intimidation or a means to an end, he was pretty stellar at both types and it’s why he climbed up the ranks without much fuss throughout the years.
Currently he was faced with a few kouhai who may be stomping around Karasuno territory without any directive from Koutarou or the other officers, not to mention Meian, their oyabun. Young bloods were prone to letting this yakuza thing get to their heads too quickly and think they’re immortal, it’s only a matter of time before they’re found out by Koushi or Daichi.
Meian figured they could use it as an excuse to get more intel about Karasuno though, so he let it pass for now. Koutarou had the opposite opinion because he didn’t want more of their kouhai getting slaughtered and having to train new people... ugh , whatever, he wasn’t going against Meian’s orders.
“You’re still here?”
Kenma’s deep voice didn’t startle Koutarou in the slightest as he was sitting on his couch, the sun was high in the sky as its light flooded through the open windows.
“Didn’t have anything urgent... and I was waiting on you.”
Kenma rounded the couch, having stolen the top of Koutarou’s pajamas and nothing else underneath. They plopped down on Koutarou’s lap and shared languid kisses with the older man, they’d definitely get up to something again, very soon.
“Favor?”
“Oh yeah...” Kenma murmured, still ridden with sleep, “a friend, a normal friend, is writing a new novel about some characters in the yakuza, was wondering if you’d let him interview you.”
“This sounds like the most obvious set up in the world, Kenken.”
“I know , but he’s not associated with the police at all, he’s just a nerd who really loves writing, you can look up his name and other novels too,” Kenma went taking Koutarou’s phone sitting on the cushion and pulled up their friend’s profile, “I’ve known him since high school, we’re super close.”
Akaashi Keiji?
Koutarou wasn’t into reading romances all that often... okay he never did, but this Akaashi was looking real pretty in his headshot. There was a list of about five novels, all with various ratings that Koutarou didn’t pay much attention to, he just knew he needed this cutie in his office right now.
“He’s beautiful.”
“I knew that would be your takeaway,” Kenma flatly replied as Koutarou just smiled back, “he can be skittish so don’t scare him.”
“I won’t! I’d never hurt one of your best friends,” Koutarou firmly nodded, “... I might try to fuck him though.”
“Do what you want, he’s not dating anyone,” Kenma said, “I feel like that wouldn’t stop you.”
“I get what I want, love.”
Koutarou pressed a kiss to his lips as he grabbed Kenma’s ass, the other easily gave into Koutarou’s touch, his sexy dominance that he exuded right then. Akaashi... that’ll be exciting.
...
Owl’s perch was one of many clubs that MSBY owned in the area and Koutarou’s favorite just for the fantastic location and how popular this place was. All sorts of people from normal civilians to celebrities would party here all throughout the week and Koutarou has met a menagerie of interesting people.
He hoped tonight’s guest would be someone just as memorable as he did his research on this Akaashi, skimming through his socials and seeing that he had a tiktok account for reviews and writing tips. Koutarou wasn’t prepared to be blown away by this man’s sheer beauty and Kenma had been hiding him away for what reason? No, no... it makes sense that his pretty baby also has gorgeous friends.
He had Atsumu on his right, chatting up some girl that he picked up from the dance floor and Inunaki on his left, also with another girl that Koutarou has actually seen around more than once. Shouyou was out on clan business and Koutarou didn’t have any idea of what Kiyoomi did in his free time, but he never seemed the type to like clubbing or other people in general.
Koutarou should definitely call him though, maybe tomorrow.
One of the guards standing by their private booth stepped to the side and caught Koutarou’s eye, revealing a tall man with dark curls and piercing blue eyes that gave away very little, this man had a great poker face. His outfit wasn’t too bad either, a crop top that gave away the skin on his stomach and tight jeans hugging those long legs, Koutarou could already see himself between them. Hooked over his shoulder. Wrapped around his waist.
“Ah...” Koutarou held up a hand as Akaashi began to come over, then pointed at the ground in an amused silence. Atsumu snickered with the girl sitting on his lap and Inunaki was nursing his drink, tuned in as well. Akaashi was confused for a moment, but he seemed to get the hint as he lowered himself to his knees, good boy .
Koutarou then curled his fingers towards him and casually spread his legs a little more, he saw the brief hesitation on Akaashi’s features. However he did as commanded, crawling his pretty ass over to the couch they were seated at with all those eyes on him, god knows what was on the floor too.
“Name?”
“Akaashi Keiji... I’m Kodzuken’s friend...”
“Whoa, really? Didn’t know that chibi had a social life,” Atsumu spoke with his drunken smile, “ya think they have any other cute friends?”
“Probably, keeping them all away from you,” Inunaki said.
“No way, I can behave,” Atsumu replied just as he groped this girl’s ass, “ain’t that right, baby?”
She giggled and they were definitely seconds away from making out.
“Come closer, Kaashi,” Koutarou patted his thigh as an invite, one that Akaashi was slow to take, but he was soon sitting right between Koutarou’s legs. Damn, Koutarou was internally blown away by how beautiful he was in person, even with being painted by the red and purple mood lighting from around them.
There was dark eyeliner on his eyes, his lips were plump and looked soft, his neck was begging to be bitten and sucked on... Koutarou was hungry for him.
“You suck a cock before?” Koutarou asked as Akaashi’s eyes widened from the crude question, “Kodzu said you needed some kind of favor from me and I’m trying to figure out what I get out of talking to you... I think that sounds fair, right?”
“Hell ya, put that mouth to use,” Atsumu grinned as Inunaki was silent, content with watching the show, “I might even kill a man fer the privilege of fuckin’ his face.”
“I...” Akaashi started as Koutarou reached to take his chin, forcing their eye contact.
“Don’t walk in here and disrespect me by not even looking me in the eye, boy,” Koutarou said, he could see the cracks in that calm veneer begin to show, “I’ll have this used by both of my men before we even get started with me.”
“That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” Atsumu still had that girl on his lap, but she seemed forgotten as his focus was on their new toy, “love to make ‘em gag on it too.”
“You have an answer for me?” Koutarou ran his thumb over Akaashi’s lips, his cock was stirring in his pants, just the thought of pushing it between these lips, fuck .
“I’m... I’m not, I didn’t come here for that,” Akaashi said as he tried to back away, but Koutarou just grabbed his hair with his free hand and hearing the hiss of pain from the writer had his cock kicking, “I don’t want to!”
“Baby, ya were a goner as soon as ya entered this place,” Atsumu snickered, “this right here? Bokuto’s domain, ya don’t fuckin’ say no to him.”
“Don’t make it hard on yourself, all you gotta do is a suck a couple dicks,” Inunaki chimed in, “unless you’ve never done that?”
“Saving it fer someone special? Ya look like just the type, but yer fucked because we aren’t leaving here ‘til ya’ve swallowed all of us down, sweetheart.”
“No, no, Kodzuken said that this wasn’t-”
“Fuck Kodzuken, they’re not here, are they?” Atsumu spat out as Koutarou saw the real terror flash through his eyes, maybe he wasn’t a mark after all, but he was even more darling when he was scared.
“Alright, alright... I was just testing you, Kaashi~” Koutarou released the hold on his hair and chin, allowing the man to fall back as Atsumu let out an obnoxious laugh, “they mentioned you wanted to interview me? I brought Tsum-Tsum and Inunaki so you could get a bit more research done!”
“A test... of course it’s a test,” Akaashi blinked back at them, then quickly hurried back onto his feet, “I um... give me a moment, I need to gather myself all over again.”
“Shocking he didn’t piss himself,” Inunaki commented, “ladies, get out of here.”
The girl on Atsumu’s lap whined about not wanting to leave, so he unceremoniously shoved her onto the floor and told her to fuck off.
“Sit here, Kaashi,” Koutarou patted the space between Atsumu and him, “do you want a drink?”
“Probably needs one,” Atsumu said.
“... yes, thank you.”
Koutarou had never done an interview like this, he’s been in a few police interviews, but nothing where someone was asking him about his history with the yakuza. It’s all he’s ever known since his father was a part of the yakuza and Koutarou just followed in his footsteps, but Fukurodani got torn apart by an inner clan war. He joined with Meian, Barnes, and Tomas while in hiding and that’s how MSBY came along, they fought their way through the other clans and stole enough territory to be considered serious and deadly.
Inunaki was recruited during all that and Atsumu was picked up in the past year as his loyalty to Inarizaki was shaken to the core by one of his close friends dying. Atsumu didn’t delve too deeply into the details on that one, but Koutarou had heard it all over drinks and comforted Atsumu when he needed a shoulder to cry on. Everyone said Atsumu was too much trouble due to his temper and firecracker personality, but Koutarou loved him!
As for Akaashi, he was adorable filling out his notebook and promised that he’d use nicknames in his notes for all of this just in case. He was quite interested in how the secretive structures worked, what their daily lives were like, how often they were actually fighting other families and all of those little details that Koutarou never thought about because they were plain normal to him. There was also just how Akaashi conducted himself... he was serious and an avid listener, as well as someone who took his craft to heart... not just some kid who thought the yakuza were badasses.
How attractive of him.
It was past three am when Inunaki said he needed to head out and Atsumu offered to drive Akaashi home with that sly smile of his. Akaashi politely declined, but the two yakuza escorted him out of the club nonetheless, what a doll...
Koutarou considered heading straight home for Kenma, but he wanted someone similar enough to Akaashi right now. He told the guard to get Tetsurou and if Tetsurou wasn’t here, go call him in. They hadn’t messed around as much as Koutarou would have liked due to work getting in the way and the bartender had a boyfriend or something? I don’t know, he did at some point.
A few minutes passed before the guard came back with Tetsurou, all dressed up in his uniform and looking so fuckable. There’s a reason Koutarou hired him and they were just lucky he turned out to be a decent bartender on top of that.
“Needed me, boss?”
“Right here, Tetsu.”
Tetsurou knew what he was here for and unlike Akaashi, there wasn’t a hint of hesitation as he approached the older man and got on his knees. One of the servers came in to see if Koutarou wanted anything and didn’t blink an eye at someone on the verge of sucking off her boss.
“You’re eager tonight,” Koutarou places a hand on Tetsurou’s messy, dark hair as the man unzips his slacks and pulls his cock out from his underwear, “hungry for cock, baby?”
“I’ve been single for a week now,” Tetsurou declared with that slutty smile that won over Koutarou’s existence in the first place, “what better way to celebrate it than getting face fucked by my boss?”
“Really are a true cock slut, I knew it.” Koutarou patted Tetsurou’s cheek and leaned back on the couch, letting Tetsurou do what he wanted with his cock. He had some curious questions, but maybe they could be asked later when Tetsurou wasn’t taking him down his throat.
Kenma shied away from blowing Koutarou since they couldn’t deepthroat him, but Koutarou loved what they could do nonetheless with that tiny mouth and their hands. Tetsurou... Tetsurou sucked cock like he was competing for the crown, he easily took Koutarou’s cock down to the base and moaned from how heavy the shaft was on his tongue.
Made him curious about Akaashi...
The server came back with a bottle and filled up Koutarou’s glass, then mentioned that they’d be closing in half an hour. Koutarou nodded and sent her off, then sipped on his drink while watching his favorite employee suck him off. Koutarou was struck by his beauty at first sight, he was here for some interview or whatever and Koutarou wanted him right then, didn’t care what Akinori said.
He may have bullied his way into Tetsurou’s pants, may have tipped him extra for getting to fuck his ass. Boyfriend or not, Tetsurou couldn’t hide his true self, just how much he desired a cock stuffing his mouth or railing his tight ass. Koutarou didn’t care to know much about him beyond that, but that could change in the future...
Koutarou met those lidded hazel eyes as Tetsurou’s head bobbed in his lap, licking and kissing and sucking his cock like a man worshiping his idol, “I’m almost curious how you got so good at this, your boyfriend dumb enough to dump such a cute slut?”
“Don’t get it twisted, I left him,” Tetsurou popped his mouth off and worked his cock with his hand, “he wasn’t nearly as big as you though... didn’t fuck me that well either.”
“You saying you want more of this, Tetsu?” Koutarou grab the base of his shaft and smacked his cock on Tetsurou’s cheek, “trying to get on my good side?”
“Pretty sure I’m already there,” Tetsurou winked , “I know how bad you want me, Kou.”
“Bold of you,” Tetsurou moaned as Koutarou slapped his cheek again with his cock, “finish me off, I’ll take you home with me.”
Tetsurou’s eyes lit up, Kenma was going to be in for it when their other crush appeared and Koutarou could come from the thought of Kenma sandwiched between them. Or Tetsurou, either of them.
Tetsurou didn’t play around any longer as he swallowed down Koutarou and focused on getting him to come down his throat. He was fucking gorgeous with a thick cock in his mouth, tears in his eyes, a prominent bulge in his black slacks that Koutarou wanted to touch. Tetsurou could wait, Kenma would like playing with it...
Koutarou finished off his drink as his climax rolled through him, Tetsurou swallowed down every single drop and milked him for more. Almost unfair just how pretty he looked with all that drool all over his chin.
...
It was through Kenma that Koutarou invited Akaashi out for something... hands on, nothing involving murder, probably, but Koutarou wanted to see him again.
“Who is this?” Tsukishima glared at Akaashi who was possibly hiding behind Koutarou.
“A friend, you don’t need to worry about him!” Koutarou beamed at his kouhai who narrowed his eyes at the both of them, but ultimately wouldn’t question Koutarou’s authority.
“I have a vague feeling these guys belong to you.” Tsukishima pushed open the door to the spacious warehouse, there were stacks of crates way off the corner, but Koutarou’s attention was drawn to the five men who were hogtied on the ground.
“How’d you manage to get a hold of ‘em, Tsukki?” Koutarou approached them with Akaashi in tow, there were two others from Karasuno present as well, Yamaguchi and Kageyama. The men were all surprised by Koutarou’s appearance from how their eyes went wide, but all their mouths were gagged with cloth.
“They’ve been sneaking around, mostly going to the casino or hostess club,” Tsukishima said, “I don’t think they intended any harm, but... I’m only bringing them directly to you out of respect.”
“Aw, Tsukki!” Koutarou grins and Tsukishima looks as if he’s rethinking his current decision, “I’ll call up Meian, see what he wants to do.”
Koutarou separates from them as he hits up the oyabun’s number in his phone, Akaashi is awkwardly standing alone as Tsukishima pays him no mind.
“Koutarou, what’s going on?”
“They got caught, what’cha wanna do with them?”
There was a brief silence as Koutarou’s gaze lingered on Akaashi, he was still just as pretty as the night they met in the club. He had glasses this time around and kinda dressed like one of those otaku Koutarou would see standing in line at those anime stores.
“Bring them back, we’ll see if they have anything useful and punish them afterwards.”
“Got it!”
Koutarou could trust that they weren’t going to run off under his watch, if anything they thought their punishment would be lighter since Koutarou was the one who was called. Kageyama volunteered to drive the second car and got into an argument with Tsukishima and while Koutarou wouldn’t mind watching them bicker all day, he shut them down by picking Yamaguchi.
Koutarou cranked up the radio and sang along with whatever pop song was playing, encouraging them to relax and chill, they weren’t in trouble. Akaashi was plain adorable as he got into the groove too, like Koutarou could have fun, he wasn’t that scary.
You know who was scary though? Kiyoomi, one of the best interrogators they’d had the blessing of stealing from Itachiyama. Although maybe it wasn’t stealing when Kiyoomi walked up to their headquarters and sought out a better deal with Meian.
That man was an ace at poaching talent from other clans.
“You wanna stay and watch?”
Akaashi paused for a moment, they’d brought the men to a safe house where Kiyoomi was waiting and he almost looked bored as they came in. However Koutarou knew the hint of sick excitement in his eyes, he fed off the fear of these simple foot soldiers and they were going to be in for it all night.
“... I do, if that’s alright.”
And this is how Akaashi wound up as Koutarou’s shadow for research purposes, he never saw them actually kill someone, but he got a first row ticket to how the yakuza handled their business. Koutarou was incredibly friendly to everyone and anyone as long as they weren’t enemies and in that case... that served for a few beatings that Akaashi witnessed on the sidelines.
Koutarou loved his company... loved how he kept his head down and would be writing endless notes... loved how Akaashi had a quietly fucked up side of him. Koutarou needed him, needed to take him in his bed and he couldn’t ignore the urge any longer.
...
Koutarou comes home late, still buzzing from alcohol as he was drinking with the boys and didn’t expect anyone to be waiting on him. He’s welcomed with Akaashi, squished between Kenma and Tetsurou on the couch as they were playing some video game together. Did Kenma text him about this? Eh, he hadn’t exactly checked his phone.
He offers kisses to Kenma and Tetsurou before heading into his bedroom to change out of his suit, he smells like he just walked out of the club. He debates whether to shower or not as he undresses and looks over his shoulder when he hears the sound of his bedroom door opening, along with Akaashi being shoved in by those two.
“Need something?” Koutarou sees the high flush on those cheeks, how his two partners are giggling behind Akaashi, “what are you two doing with him?”
“Nothing!” Tetsurou swears, “he’s the one who wanted to ask something.”
“Go on, I won’t bite your head off.” Koutarou tosses his dress shirt off into the hamper and turns around to face Akaashi, who very much checks him out.
“I...” Akaashi gulps and stands a little straighter, “I was curious...”
“About?” Koutarou inches closer to him, his wolfish grin only spreading, “don’t be shy, we’re all adults here.”
“Well, yes, but... it’s not exactly the easiest thing in the world to ask someone like you to...” Akaashi’s blush only deepens when Koutarou takes his waist, he’s around the same size as Tetsurou... still shorter by a smidge though.
“To? Say it, Keiji.”
“To fuck me,” Akaashi blurted out all at once, managing to maintain his eye contact with Koutarou, “I want to be fucked by you, Bokuto.”
“And how long have you wanted my cock?” Koutarou questions as his hands slide up Akaashi’s waist and over his chest, there’s definitely hints of muscle under his sweater.
“First time I laid eyes on you...” Akaashi admitted, “I was scared out of my mind, but I think... I would’ve done anything you told me to.”
“Just how I like my boys, submissive and obedient.” Koutarou’s hand came up to cup Akaashi’s chin, he wasn’t shaking like the first time they met, instead he was ready for whatever Koutarou would throw at him next.
“You two can watch, but no touching him unless I say,” Koutarou said before planting a kiss on Akaashi’s lips, immediately the younger one was melting into it. Koutarou had plenty of forgettable hookups and flimsy relationships in his life, but the bonds he’d been foraging with Kenma, Tetsurou... and maybe now Akaashi? He never wanted to let those go to waste, they all had a spot reserved in his heart.
Koutarou pulled Akaashi over to the bed as the other two came in, his attention was focused on getting this pretty boy naked as soon as possible. He had an idea of what he wanted to do since they had an audience and he wanted to know something...
“You three fuck before?”
“I wish...” Tetsurou said, tugging Kenma into his lap as they sat on a chair beside the bed, “I know these two have fucked though.”
“Oh yeah?” Koutarou asked, “details.”
Kenma would have to be the one to tell as Koutarou captured Akaashi’s lips again and was busy with getting his clothes off, “we just messed around in high school, but I started dating someone after graduation.”
“Was there something wrong with Kaashi? He’s perfection,” Koutarou pushed him onto his back and went to yank his pants off.
“No, no... it just wasn’t the right time,” Akaashi quickly said, “too much was in the way.”
Koutarou hummed, Akaashi’s pants dropped to the floor and the yakuza was on top of him, possessively taking his lips, hands groping everywhere they could touch. His mind has been filled with lewd thoughts of the novelist since that first night and of course he fell for Koutarou’s stunning charm and attractive looks, who wouldn’t?
“I hope you know that you’re with me now, doll,” Koutarou squeezed his plump ass, “only people gonna be fucking you are in this room, anyone else touches you and they’re dead.”
The lustful moan that fell from Akaashi’s lips had Koutarou wanting to fuck him right now , “you like this, huh? You want to be fucked and owned by me. You wanna be one of my favorite little whores.”
“I do... god you have no idea how jealous I was when Kenam told me you two were together,” Akaashi said bucked his hips up, seeking the friction against Koutarou, “not to mention everything you do... I love it all.”
“Should’ve known...” Koutarou smirked, “no sane person would sit through a man getting tortured, you’re fucked up just like me.”
There was a rough smack to his ass before Koutarou turned him over on his stomach, making him face Tetsurou and Kenma. The older one had his hand down Kenma’s panties and was fingering his hole, the sight going straight Koutarou’s cock still confined in his pants.
That could wait.
He hiked up Akaashi’s hips and gave another spank to them, he was eating up those sweet moans from the quiet introvert. He grasped his ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh before diving in to lick a wet stripe over his hole, all those times he stared at Akaashi’s ass and wanted to devour him whole.
Akaashi grabbed on the sheets and rocked back on Koutarou’s tongue that pushed into his hole, he was so into this, not as innocent as Koutarou originally thought. Getting this angel on his knees, begging for Koutarou to keep going, not to stop fucking his ass felt like an accomplishment of sorts.
And maybe Koutarou has a thing for quiet types... the shy ones who won’t give in easily or remain skittish. He knows once he gets his hands on them and methodically takes them apart on his tongue, fingers, and cock... their walls will break down and they’ll be starving for more.
Akaashi’s cock is dripping between his legs as Koutarou fucks open his hole with three fingers and his back is arched so beautifully, does he know his effect on men? If Koutarou wasn’t already secure in his sexuality... he’s sure Akaashi would’ve flipped everything upside down and fucked sideways.
“Tets, you want his mouth?”
“Fuck yeah, lemme get this one off first~”
Kenma was a squirming mess in his lap, their small cock needy for any sort of touch that they finally got as Tetsurou stroked them. Koutarou thought he’d be more jealous of anyone touching Kenma, but... he loves seeing the two together, loves watching Tetsurou fuck their kitten silly too.
Akaashi let out a yelp as Koutarou reached for his cock and the two men shared a look , one that would be refined in time, but for now Tetsurou understood it. Akaashi and Kenma were both subject to getting jerked off at the same time, quickly and with little mercy as the two were brought to orgasm. Feeling Akaashi clench down on his fingers had Koutarou groaning, he needed his cock inside of this doll now .
Kenma was slumped on the chair as Tetsurou pulled off his clothes and Koutarou’s gaze honed in on his cock, it was longer than his own and so pretty. Tetsurou had that delicious smirk as he rubbed the head of his cock on Akaashi’s lips and Akaashi sucked on it, obviously happy with any cock near him.
“I knew you would love my cock on your tongue, stubborn thing.”
Koutarou had rid himself of his clothing too and took Akaashi’s hips, then pressed his cock into his tight warmth, “relax for me baby, when’s the last time you even took a cock?”
Tetsurou was polite enough to pull out his cock so Akaashi could answer, “... a few months... I guess.”
“You’ll be well fucked every night if I have any say in it,” Koutarou thrust down into the hilt, causing Akaashi moan and Tetsurou to fill his mouth right back up, “just like this, stuff in both your slutty holes.”
Tetsurou grabbed those short curls as he snapped his hips inside of Akaashi’s mouth and Koutarou buried his cock deep and hard into the author. Would this be in his book, how he got seduced by the big, bad, evil yakuza man?
That drove Koutarou even more, the thought of Akaashi thinking back on this moment and writing it for all his fans to read and fantasize about. There was also just how good Akaashi’s ass felt squeezing him, how Tetsurou was blissed out and using his pretty mouth to fuck into.
Kenma was hypnotized just watching Akaashi being taken from both ends, probably never thinking they’d see their best friend like this.
“Daddy... kiss me...”
Koutarou was lured in by hazel eyes, a tanned hand grabbed him by the back of his head and their kiss was sloppy, it was filthy as their cocks were drilling into the man beneath them.
“You two planned this behind daddy’s back?”
“Not on purpose...” Tetsurou smirked, his lips all kiss swollen, “but daddy loves it, huh?”
Koutarou didn’t even need to verbally answer, he just thrusted roughly into Akaashi for him to nearly choke on Tetsurou’s cock. Tetsurou responded back in kind, more than happy to abuse Akaashi’s throat for his own pleasure and Koutarou was loving it.
He wouldn’t last much longer like this, not when Akaashi’s ass felt like fucking heaven itself and Tetsurou was pure, walking sex. Akaashi’s name spilled from his lips as Koutarou gave a few more powerful thrusts, selfishly chasing his release and coming in his tight ass.
Tetsurou wasn’t too far behind and it seemed at some point Akaashi came on the sheets too, what a whore. He could barely hold himself up as he flopped on the bed looking so freshly fucked... Koutarou wanted to go all over again.
...
“Look at you, adding someone else to your harem.”
Tetsurou’s comment just made Koutarou smile as they saw Akaashi and Kenma all cuddled up the following morning.
“I have so much love to give, Tetsu.”
“And money.”
“You could be less of an obvious gold digger.”
Tetsurou cackled, at least the man was honest about what he wanted in his life, but Koutarou loved everything about this... having three people he could rely on. And shower with all the love in his heart.
As long as his enemies didn’t catch on, anyway.