[ Suguru has already decided it would be a waste to make Yuji come all over the blankets on his knees like this; Satoru and Megumi won't get to appreciate the gorgeous sight of Yuji finally achieving release. But he knows his boy is patient, and he has no doubts they'll have time to rearrange, reposition before they're "finished."
But because his boy is so patient, Suguru doesn't waste an ounce of thought on his orgasm now.
That will come later.
Suguru leans in to meet Satoru, just barely stretching over Yuji's back and not displacing his eager sub's mouth. He flashes Satoru a breathless grin, the hand not in Yuji's hair hooking around the back of Satoru's neck to pull him mutually close. Still riding that edge, still so near to falling over the precipice, Suguru's lips hover over his best friend's, not kissing him until—. ]
Fuck—
[ The orgasm catches Suguru by surprise, but as the thread of tension snaps, Suguru steals that kiss and jerks his hips forward one last time. His groans are muffled into Satoru's mouth, the kiss all panted breaths and slick tongue, snippets of praise and names that are as ragged as his moaning. Suguru trembles with it, shaking through the waves of pleasure before he finally has to break away, desperately gasping down oxygen. ]
[ Yuji can’t really see the kiss. It’s not for his pleasure or entertainment now, nothing for him to do except take and enjoy the utter bliss that comes hand in hand with Suguru rocking into him and giving him what he’s been wanting since they started to do this together. He loves the moment when this happens, when he can feel his dominant rocking into him, grinding into him to make him take and take, pressing deep into his throat.
If he was anyone else, he’d be choking, gagging around the cock buried into him, but he’s not anyone else. He’s Suguru’s submissive, and he can handle this.
Eyes closed, Yuji does his best to swallow everything that’s given to him, practiced and accustomed to taking it from Suguru with all the happiness that he can muster. It’s not easy, necessarily, but it feels good, and he rocks his own hips forward absently, chasing the feeling of pleasure that he won’t get any time soon.
Satoru devours Suguru’s mouth with his own, letting himself be gripped and held as he pushes into him with a quiet little groan. He’s still rocking into Yuji, but his pleasure is secondary right now, second to the way he wants to devour his friend and keep him close, sucking at his lip absently. ]
[ Yuji swallows like the good boy that he is. If Suguru had planned more carefully, he might have pulled out and come in Yuji's mouth, ordered his submissive to hold it on his tongue and show everyone, but the temptation to be buried as deeply as possible is too damn strong. He only draws back when the oversensitivity prickles up the back of his neck in jolting sparks, finally sliding free of Yuji's heat and softening the fingers in his boy's hair. Affectionate approval, praise without words as he pets Yuji's pink locks back, carding through so gently as Suguru pants for breath, as his body trembles from head to toe with the powerful climax.
Reluctant though he is to let go of Satoru, his muscles feel like jelly. Suguru steals another kiss from his best friend, searing and intense before he releases the other man. Flopping back into the mountain of pillows allows Suguru to properly look down into Yuji's face, flushed and slack-jawed and perfect.
Without dragging him away from Satoru or disrupting the rhythm of Satoru's rocking, Suguru readjusts and scoots down the bed, half-drawing Yuji up into his arms. It gives Suguru access to press kisses over his sweet boy's face, to nuzzle in close and hold him while his best friend is railing Yuji's sweet ass. ]
That's my good, good boy, Yuji... [ His praise is half-purr, half-growl, all warmth and love for Yuji. ]
[ Of course, Yuji swallows, because there's nothing else he would do. It's exactly what he wants, exactly what he desires, to be on his knees, or here like this, and the delight he feels when Suguru comes for him feels remarkable. It feels powerful, to know that he was good enough, wonderful enough to be able to make the man feel that good, to be overcome with pleasure. It feels like a gift and a blessing each and every time.
Suguru shifts down, settling comfortably under him, and he leans up, tilting his body to nuzzle into his dominant as best he can, kissing over his skin and making soft, breathless sounds. With nothing in his mouth to muffle him, quiet him, the groans that come hand in hand with Satoru fucking into him all the harder.
It's not going to take much longer, Yuji thinks, not with the way that Satoru is grinding into him, rocking harder into him, and the sounds that the man behind him is making are just as incredible as the sounds Suguru had been making. It makes Yuji prickle, it makes him burn, and he presses his mouth into Suguru's neck as he whines, low and deep. ]
Daddy, can I... Can I please...
[ He can't come without permission, and Satoru knows it, lips curling into a smirk as he starts to fuck into Yuji with a newfound determination, to come himself before Yuji does - it's hard, the slap of their skin echoing in the room, pushing Yuji forward into Suguru's body, and he groans. It doesn't take too much longer for his own orgasm to overtake him, filling Yuji, leaning over his body with breathless, wanting noises. ]
[ Truly the only downside to using Yuji's mouth is that Suguru is deprived of the delicious moans and mewls that rise from his submissive's throat. Yuji always sounds amazing when he's enjoying himself, and if Suguru hadn't just come, he'd be bricked-up all over again hearing Yuji get fucked by Suguru's best friend.
Suguru holds Yuji as his submissive whines and moans, as he takes every thrust of Satoru's not-insignificant cock. Cooing praise to his boy, pressing kisses everywhere, his gaze falls on Satoru again when the fierce pounding halts. He watches avidly as Satoru trembles and groans through his own orgasm, leaving Yuji between them (and Megumi, technically, from his spot on the floor) unsatisfied and beautifully hard. ]
Almost, baby. Almost.
[ Not yet. ]
When Satoru lets you move, baby boy, you're going to get in my lap again and look at Megumi. [ Suguru plans to arrange Yuji with the younger man's back against Suguru's chest, to let everyone see exactly how desperate and needy Yuji gets from something as filthy as pleasing two dominants at once.
Megumi is startled out of his intense focus by the sound of his name, and he blinks rapidly, trying to follow Suguru's trail of thought.
Fortunately, Suguru doesn't leave him long to wonder.]
Mmm, Satoru, what do you think? Would Megumi want my boy's cum on his face?
[ The way Megumi blushes and his cock throbs in his sweats says "yes." ]
[ Satoru lets himself lean into Yuji, keeping his cock in place for a few brief moments, allowing Yuji to be his sleeve, to be a home for his spent body before he manages to bring himself back together and breathe out. As fun as it might be to stay inside Yuji until the boy is permitted to come, that wasn't part of the agreement or their negotiation, so he slips out, giving a cute little smack to the boy's backside as he settles down, resting against the bed with a soft hum of pleasure.
He gets to watch now, and he feels a sense of pride at how utterly desperate Yuji seems, especially being empty on two fronts now.
Lifting his head, Yuji leans in, nuzzling at Suguru, kissing his skin, his jaw, closing his eyes and basking, even when he's still desperately needy and wanting. His cock is hard, red and desperate between his legs, but his attention is on Suguru and nothing else, even with another man's come starting to drip from him.
The whisper of Megumi's name has Yuji leans up, though, eyes widening for a moment, before Satoru waves his hand with a lazy, smug little grin. ]
Mm, he likes facials. He's been a good boy, so he can have it, if he'd like.
[ It's the first thing Megumi has said the entire time, the first real break in his position as an observer. The guttural, ragged tone betrays how eager he is for it, too. He rises from his kneeling, crawling closer to the side of the bed as Suguru manhandles Yuji into position, practically lifting Yuji into his arms to rearrange. Suguru sits on the edge of the bed, Yuji held close, shoulders to Suguru's broad chest, with his thighs spread open and his knees straddling Suguru's lap. Cock exposed and the mess of lube and cum obvious on Yuji's skin, Megumi stares wide-eyed at Yuji, utterly enraptured by the other submissive. Megumi isn't even looking at Suguru, not really, too enthralled with his own friend (his only one, ever).
Suguru's smirk is so smug over Yuji's shoulder, and he casts one quick glance Satoru's way before he refocuses on the younger man in his lap, one strong hand traveling down the tensing muscles of Yuji's abdomen. ]
Is your boy usually this much of a cumslut, Satoru, or is Yuji just special?
[ He chuckles as he nudges Yuji's hips up, briefly pausing to gather some of the sticky seed escaping his sweet boy's hole, smearing it over his palm. Satisfied that'll be plenty additional lubrication with Yuji's own precum, Suguru closes that pocket of hot skin around Yuji's neglected cock, squeezing tight – but not painfully. ]
[ Yuji is easy to move, manipulate, twist - Suguru is strong, so despite his stocky frame, despite the fact that he's filled with muscle and power of his own, Suguru is just as strong as he is. He's tugged and adjusted, leaning against his dominant's body, legs wide open as he shivers, leaning back. It's suddenly so warm, a chest pressed against his back, Megumi in front of him, and he can't help the way he looks down.
Their eyes meet, he thinks, and Yuji's blush gets all the more violent, his swallow of air a choked off moan, his entire body twitching almost a little, biting the inside of his cheek, shifting and rocking in Suguru's grip.
Behind them all, Satoru moves over, letting his arms wrap around Suguru from behind, leaning down over him to tuck his head beside his friend to look down at his own submissive. ]
I think Yuji is just special. Maybe they like each other too, hm?
[ He nuzzles absently into his friend's face, enjoying the closeness after years of being apart. ]
Make sure you have your pretty little mouth open, Megumi. You don't want to waste anything.
[ Yuji, moaning in Suguru's arms, tilts his head back and rocks his hips forward, into the tight grip on his cock, voice choked off and unsure. He wants to come, he wants this so much, but he can't - not until he has permission. Not until he's allowed. ]
[ Suguru realized fairly soon after they both received their designations as teenagers that the nature of his relationship with Satoru couldn't stay the same. Satoru's birthday came first, and when he was deemed a dominant, Suguru assumed that his own birthday a few months later would slot him in neatly alongside his best friend as a fresh submissive. That was the way the world was supposed to work: bonds mattered, established relationships mattered, and it should all work itself out in the end. That was what Suguru heard from his parents, that was what he learned from every teacher on the matter.
Now, years removed, Suguru is able to see the underlying political elements at play. Satoru was the heir to his clan when they were teenagers, and that comes along with expectations. Despite his surname, Megumi is technically part of the Zenin clan, and that's far more appealing to the powers-that-be than a no-name random Satoru met in school. Suguru will always wondered what strings were pulled or how much money changed hands, but these days, years removed, it doesn't matter.
It especially doesn't matter because Suguru's lot in life has brought him Yuji. As deeply as Suguru loved (loves) Satoru, there's a dark, angry piece of Suguru's heart that never healed – and it's only started repairing now because of Yuji.
But this intimacy with Satoru had to be packed away with the rest of Suguru's powerful emotions if he was going to stay in Satoru's life. Suguru knew it wouldn't be fair to any of their assignments or himself (or in the eyes of the government) if Suguru acted like nothing was different with Satoru and continued their whatever-it-was before their designations, so— it's been a long fucking time since Suguru was close to Satoru like this. His best friend would never seemingly tire of treating Suguru like an oversized teddy bear or invading Suguru's personal space on a whim, but that feels normal, more a development of their friendship than an expression of romantic love.
That was enough for Suguru.
Suguru's smile is— softer, not quite as twisted in hedonistic excitement, and he turns his face long enough to knock his nose against Satoru's, brief flickers of affection before he refocuses on Yuji. He can feel his boy struggling to resist coming, feel him riding that edge and desperately leaning away from it. So close, and Suguru loves it.
Obediently from his spot on the floor, Megumi leans forward, mouth open and tongue extended as he tries not to shake apart with his own eagerness.
Suguru presses a kiss to Yuji's temple as he holds Yuji fast around the waist with one arm, other hand picking up the pace as he strokes Yuji. ]
My good, good boy... So good for your Daddy and Satoru. [ Nipping at his boy's ear, he purrs the permission against the flushed shell. ]
You earned it, baby. [ Faster, his wrist flicks as he adjusts the aim of Yuji's cock, pointing the swollen, dripping head at Megumi's face. ]
[ Satoru has always adored Suguru, has always wanted to be around him, near him - and even if the depth of their love had been denied him, he had been pleased to recognise that their friendship would survive, would stay strong. Watching Suguru and his train of submissives, no one good enough for him, no one able to stay, had made him ache inside - at heart, he had wanted for his dearest and only friend to find some kind of joy and happiness in the world, to find his own kind of bliss.
The bliss that he had found with his own submissive, the joy that being with Megumi brings him. Their partnership might have started out as a manipulation, a rich dominant getting an important submissive, but they've carved out their own sweet spot of joy and warmth in the world. Seeing Geto getting his own, finding his own excitement, his own love, has been a delight to see, something that has made him so, so desperately happy.
They nuzzle together, they lean into each other, find their happiness, but it's not as sexual as it might have been. They can kiss and touch one another, but their affection, the truth of their hearts, is focused on the boys in front of them. He kisses Suguru's cheek, knowing he's in safe hands with Yuji, wiggling and moaning into his arms.
Yuji twitches, rocking into Suguru's touch, into the hand around his cock, and his dark, lidded eyes gaze down at Megumi with a flush, a whine of something in the low, hoarse tone of his throat, and oh, oh, it's too good, his ass leaking with Satoru's come, his dominant behind him, muttering filth and praise to him. How is he meant to survive, to hold off, when it feels so perfectly good?
His back arches a little, his body tenses, and he stares, flushed, at Megumi as he comes, painting his tongue and face with the white of his come, shuddering in Suguru's arms. ]
[ Yuji is as beautiful when he comes as always – but for Megumi, seeing Yuji like this for the first time, it's so intense, so gorgeous. He can only appreciate it until the other submissive's body coils taut, and Megumi's eyes drop immediately to Suguru's hand jerking off Yuji. He can't look away as that swollen cock disappears and reappears from the snug sleeve of Suguru's palm, and he's ready for it when the first rope of cum streaks over his cheek, catching the corner of his mouth. The second lands on his tongue, but Suguru is less careful with the aim as he briefly jerks Yuji off faster, trying to keep him riding that high of orgasm long enough for a few additional spurts of cum. White coats Megumi's chin, glazing his tongue, his mouth, and Megumi shudders as he desperately stays still from his spot on the floor.
Or, well, he remains frozen until Suguru starts to release Yuji's spent cock. The older man unfurls his cum-covered fingers and prepares to deal with the mess—
—and then Megumi darts forward, wrapping his lips hungrily around two of Suguru's digits and lapping away the additional remnants of Yuji's seed. (And some of Satoru's, helpfully gathered up from Yuji's ass for some easy access lube.)
Rather than look alarmed or displeased, Suguru watches Megumi with lifted brows, turning his hand to give Megumi more access instead. ]
He’s always been a slut for come, I should’ve expected it.
[ Yuji barely pays attention to Satoru, the way he absently leans into Suguru to watch, stroking hands over his skin gently. His eyes are glued to Megumi and nothing else.
He’s been in this position - but he’d hated it, before. Being forced to do this kind of thing, bullied into it with blindfolds and restraints. Seeing Megumi enjoying himself after his own obvious pleasure has Yuji’s spent cock twitching, as if it’s desperate to get hard again, to fill with desire at seeing his friend so happy and content even without his own orgasm.
Seeing his friend lick up his come, swallow it…
Wiggling out of Suguru’s grip, Yuji slides to his knees without thinking. This isn’t something they’ve talked about, but it feels right to do, to lift one hand to curl into Megumi’s hair, to lick his tongue over mouth and skin to clean away his own come, then to push in for a kiss, forcing the taste into his friend’s mouth.
He moans into Megumi, and behind him, Satoru whistles softly. ]
[ This wasn't part of the negotiation, but the fact that Yuji feels bold enough to slide out of his lap and kiss Megumi without anxiously seeking permission is significant - so much so that Suguru is far more curious than bothered. Ultimately, he trusts both men in this room with Yuji, his heart and his body, so this just feels like an extension of the intimacies that have built steadily between Yuji and Megumi. Suguru is glad to see it, rather than feeling threatened or worried – and, actually? Yuji is just so attractive to Suguru that he enjoys seeing Yuji do anything, even kissing other men.
Suguru doesn't try to stop Yuji or drag him back. He leans into Satoru's chest, sliding his clean hand around the nape of Satoru's neck to hold his friend closer while his eyes still avidly devour the obscenely hot pair Yuji and Megumi make in front of them. Suguru laughs, a rumbling chuckle in the back of his throat. ]
To tell you the truth, I didn't know he had it in him.
[ But Suguru's voice is so fond as he looks on with a smile.
Megumi, meanwhile, is only momentarily paralyzed by the shock of Yuji dropping to his knees, strong fingers sinking in dark hair and pinning him in place. By the time Yuji's tongue traces its way into Megumi's mouth, feeding him Yuji's own cum—
Megumi half-whines, half-growls into the kiss, pressing forward and chasing Yuji's tongue and every drop of seed. ]
Mmmmn...
[ He's been waiting this whole time, and he doesn't mind (even to the extent of getting needier because he's denied), but arousal has sawed away the sharp edge of self-consciousness that stands between Megumi and his hedonistic urges. He kisses Yuji because it feels good, because he's been imagining it for months, and because he doesn't know if he'll get to have it again, so—
He needs to memorize every detail so he'll never forget. ]
[ A few months ago, Yuji would never have done anything like this - not the scene, not letting another man touch him, not kissing Megumi as if he'd die if he didn't. The Yuji of a few months ago was too desperately afraid of upsetting Suguru and losing their relationship and his home to risk doing something that could earn him some kind of disapproval. The Yuji of now, more comfortable and settled in his relationship with his dominant, knows that this would be okay, that Suguru understands.
He'd been kissing his best friend, after all - it's only fair that he's allowed to do the same, especially when Megumi's been permitted to taste him like this.
Satoru curtains himself over Suguru's body, keen eyes drinking in the two submissives kissing and touching, leaning and leaning and wrapping one arm around his friend's stomach with absent affection. ]
They look good together, don't they? Maybe we should let Yuji take care of him. Don't you think he's earned it?
[ Yuji sucks on Megumi's lip, biting into his mouth, curling his tongue against his as he seeks out the taste of himself mingled with Megumi's, groaning against him, one hand lifting to touch his face and stroke it gently. It's a touch more intimate and, perhaps, romantic than it was before, but it's not love; it's the tenderness of caring about someone so desperately you want to take care of them.
Tugging Megumi closer, he tries to get the other boy in his lap, holding him. ]
[ Suguru hums thoughtfully, like he's actually giving it real consideration instead of just playing aloof. ]
Megumi has been a very patient, good boy – you're right.
[ Even as Suguru watches Megumi half-scramble to get into Yuji's lap, barely needing the encouragement to climb into place. Still fully dressed, Megumi can't help grinding the bulge in his sweats against Yuji's abdomen, only adding to the obvious wet spots from Megumi's precum. He's greedy about the way he paws at Yuji, eager to touch and feel every muscled inch of his best friend, soft sounds lost between their lips.
Calling to Yuji from the bed, Suguru's tone is playful and pleased. ]
Yuji, go ahead and have as much fun as you want. Daddy will tell you if he wants you to stop.
[ Or Suguru assumes Yuji will stop on his own, which Suguru also finds acceptable. Suguru is content to recover on the comfortable bed with Satoru, almost eager to see what Yuji gets up to when left to (some) of his own devices. ]
[ Laying back, drawing Suguru into his arms, Satoru decides the best thing for him is to speak filth into his best friend's ear - and that's what he does. Every move that Yuji makes is narrated, every sigh that Megumi offers them is whispered, and Satoru can't help the way his lips curve a little, nuzzling into Suguru's neck absently. There's no room for jealousy here, not really, and this is fun, a novelty they'd agreed to. Out of context, he might be a little more annoyed at the idea of someone touching what was his, but...
He'll share with Suguru, and Yuji by proxy. That's fine with him.
For his part, Yuji glances back at Suguru, giving him a soft, tender look - betraying his affection - before he nods his head. ]
Thank you, daddy.
[ Shifting to lean back against the bed, he drags Megumi closer, hooking his legs over his body as he leans back into the kiss. His tongue curls again, licking into his mouth, devouring him before he groans out a noise. Fingers trace down his body, stroking over Megumi's chest, and he kisses along his jaw and goes to his neck, up to his ear, breath hot.
He wants to make Megumi feel good, as good as their daddies made him feel. That's something he can't get out of his head. ]
Do you want me to touch you, 'Gumi? Take care of you? I don't mind. Tell me what you want?
[ Suguru relaxes back into Satoru's chest, stretching out on the bed and allowing his best friend to curl close as he relishes the lewd play-by-play murmured into his ear. It does a hell of a lot for his refraction period, and Suguru feels breathless, flushed, even as he watches Yuji and Megumi with an odd sort of heated affection. Deep love for Yuji and a fondness for Megumi – a respect for the relationship Satoru has with his submissive, but also an appreciation for how Megumi loves Satoru. Megumi takes Satoru as he is, just like Suguru always has, and despite token griping or admonishments, Megumi loves Satoru.
And Suguru knows that, too.
Shuddering through the kisses, Megumi tips his head back to give Yuji access to as much skin as he wants. It feels amazing, even if no one else has touched him other than Satoru for years, and Megumi feels drunk on the thrill of being this close to Yuji. ]
Fuck yes, please. [ He pants as he winds fingers into Yuji's hair, arching closer. ]
Please, please touch me, I need to come so bad... [ Megumi trails off on a needy whine, hips jerking forward again. ]
[ Yuji is quiet and careful as he leans in for another kiss, softer and gentler this time, letting himself bask in it. It's not the same as kissing Suguru, who takes his kisses with the same fierce dominance that he does everything else - it's that little edge of soft sweetness that he's familiar with from their more intimate moments. When it's not daddy and baby, and it's just Suguru and Yuji; it's like that, but without the same deep, desperate love and want.
His mouth nuzzles into Megumi's neck as he reaches down, fingers sliding under his trousers, wrapping around his hard cock and beginning to stroke him. It's not slow or tender, necessarily, but it should be enough to at least start to push him towards the edge, to make him feel good, to bring him that same kind of pleasure.
Yuji knows how it feels to be denied, after all, and he doesn't want to make Megumi suffer, doesn't intend to edge him. This is the final piece of the puzzle. ]
Did you like it, Megumi? Watching our daddies fuck me?
[ The softer edge of Yuji's affection seems to temper Megumi's desperation. He can return the sweetness with his own – shockingly, something of which he's quite capable – winding himself around Yuji and leaning into the hand on his throbbing, desperate cock. ]
Yuji–
[ Megumi whimpers out Yuji's name as his hips try to jerk with the rhythm, satisfying in its lack of tease while almost being too much. Megumi, however, is enough of a masochist that he likes "too much." "Too much" will definitely get him off.
Nodding helplessly, no shred of hesitation, the words spill out of Megumi. ]
I fucking loved it— you look so good like that, Yuji, fuck—
[ The orgasm waiting at the pit of his stomach feels like it's roiling closer with every wave of pleasure, threatening to break each time Yuji pumps his fist. ]
Fuck, I'm so, so close— Yuji— Daddy— [ Megumi trembles with his desperate attempts to resist coming, barely even needing much of Yuji's touch to get this worked up. ]
[ Yuji can’t help being softer, more caring, his natural instincts coming out - to be submissive and gentle, even if he doesn’t have to be. He wants Megumi to feel good, and hasn’t he waited long enough now, having to watch all that? As attractive as it must have been, Yuji knows how hard it is to hold out and wait for your own pleasure.
He enjoys it most when Suguru has him tied up, teasing him, bullying him a little with it, stroking and touching him, getting him so close and then taking it away. It’s delicious for all that it brings him the most intense kind of desperation, and he’s sure that Megumi feels the same way. They’ve always understood one another like that.
Hand still moving, Yuji nuzzles and kisses at his neck, careful not to leave any kind of mark. Megumi is Gojo-san’s, after all.
Speaking of which… Satoru laughs softly behind them. ]
Calling for your daddy while another man touches you? What a little slut you are, baby.
[ Yuji’s hand is unrelenting, and Satoru sighs softly, fingers stroking absently on Suguru’s hip. ]
You can come when you’re ready too. You’ve been a good boy today, so you’ve earned it this once.
[ Megumi is used to kindness from Satoru, sweetness and affection in their own ways, but Yuji's gentle touch feels... different. Not better or worse, but notably different. Megumi is less interested in playing with other submissives, purely because he prefers solitude to the occasional chaos of sexually-charged situations with other paired dominants and submissives. There's a permissiveness around sex, but it's never appealed to Megumi, even for the simplest of hookups. He wants Gojo, and that's good enough for Megumi.
But... he also likes it when Yuji touches him. And he likes touching Yuji, so... maybe it's okay here.
Megumi whines in the back of his throat as his Daddy's words reach him from where he's so smugly settled on the bed. Megumi feels no possessive flare when his gaze falls ever so briefly on his dominant curled around Suguru, looking so... right and beautiful in such stark contrast to each other. It stirs something in Megumi, even if he doesn't know what – and he doesn't have time to examine it as the permission for orgasm seems to go right to his head.
Eyes rolling back, fingers grasping at Yuji as his hips helplessly try to rut into Yuji's persistent pumping. Yes, yes, yes—
Climax hits and sweeps Megumi away instantly. He's gasping, whimpering for Yuji and mewling out his name as he presses in close, clinging and trembling as his cock finally finds release. Cum spurts over Yuji's fist, onto Megumi's sweats and both of their skin, and it's definitely a mess.
Oh well.
Slumping like a marionette with snipped strings, Megumi flops onto Yuji, panting raggedly for breath and clinging to the other submissive for dear life.
From the bed, Suguru just chuckles, turning his head to nuzzle affectionately at Satoru's jaw. ]
Aw, your boy is even cute when he's coming his brains out.
[ Megumi comes, painting his hand, and Yuji stares at him with eyes wide with awe and adoration, his expression settling into something fond and soft. It's not the same feeling as when he makes his dominant come, when Suguru lets himself give Yuji all that he's ever asked for, but he still feels a sense of joy and excitement. He likes being able to bring other people pleasure, likes to be able to be the one to do it.
Leaning back, he raises his hand to his mouth and licks his palm clean, sucking at his own fingers, cleaning it away, before he nuzzles into Megumi again and kisses along his jaw, against his neck, humming softly. It's nice, to cuddle up with him, to take care of someone else, even as he can hear the voice of his daddy behind him.
Tugging Megumi close, Yuji strokes a hand along his back, turning his head to look at Suguru, eyes warm and filled with the tenderness, his love, the way he feels so obviously painted on his features.
Satoru is leaning in, nuzzling at Suguru, pressing idle kisses against his skin and mouth in a mirror of what Yuji was doing to Megumi, wrapped around his best friend like an octopus. Yuji smiles at them both, eyes dancing between them - where once he might have been wildly jealous, he's more understanding of their relationship now. ]
[ Megumi is breathless, overwhelmed, so swept away by how gorgeous Yuji looks sucking on his fingers, licking away the cum... Megumi melts in Yuji's arms, curling close and clinging to the other submissive as he tries to recover after his intensely denied orgasm.
From his spot on the bed, Suguru meets Yuji's gaze with the same warmth and adoration reflected back in his eyes. No aloofness, no attempt to deny just how dearly he loves his submissive – even tangled in bed with his best friend, Suguru's first love, Suguru can't look away from Yuji. Playing with Satoru's hair or running fingers over the his skin, Suguru keeps touching Satoru in return without trying to deny the simmering heat that accompanies watching the two submissives on the floor while Satoru teases him.
But still, he's focused on Yuji.
Reaching out a hand, Suguru smiles sweetly at Yuji. ]
Come get comfortable, baby boy. Both of you.
[ Megumi is practically glued to Yuji right now so Suguru assumes the invitation is obvious for both the submissives, but being as clear as possible is never a bad thing with orders. ]
[ Leaning down, Yuji kisses the side of Megumi's head before he lifts him up, carrying him easily enough. It's not an issue for him, not with his strength, and he places the other submissive down on the bed beside Gojo before he's crawling in himself.
It's painfully easy to clamber up himself then, to reach over and press a kiss to Suguru's jaw, to nuzzle against him. He's not going to kiss him, lick into his mouth and bite at him, because he doesn't know if his dominant wants to taste Megumi's come on his tongue. He can handle this, for now.
Satoru, for his part, is shifting and turning around to let his focus settle on Megumi, leaning in to whisper praise to him as Yuji makes himself comfortable, leaning up to gaze at Suguru. ]
Hi, daddy.
[ One arm wraps over Suguru's body, and Yuji shifts, teeth scraping against his collarbone before he snuggles close. ]
[ Suguru fondly watches Yuji carry Megumi to the other side of the bed (a vague appreciation for his submissive's strength, as per usual), and opens his arms to the younger man as soon as he crawls in on Suguru's side. Without hesitation, Suguru curls Yuji close, nuzzling him right back and returning those sweet kisses. He's hardly the type to care about the taste of cum on someone's breath, but he's also happy to simply meet Yuji's affection with his own. ]
Hi, baby.
[ A breathless little chuckle catches in his chest as Yuji's teeth drag across his skin, the loving tease a spark on the embers of Suguru's arousal. Nosing in closer, Suguru kisses the corner of Yuji's mouth, licking away a lingering drop of cum because he doesn't really care whose it is. ]
You did amazing, baby boy. Such a good boy for Daddy and Satoru – and so good to Megumi.
[ Clearly, since Megumi is huddled up in Gojo's arms, still floating in the afterglow as he soaks up his Daddy's praise like a sponge. ]
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But because his boy is so patient, Suguru doesn't waste an ounce of thought on his orgasm now.
That will come later.
Suguru leans in to meet Satoru, just barely stretching over Yuji's back and not displacing his eager sub's mouth. He flashes Satoru a breathless grin, the hand not in Yuji's hair hooking around the back of Satoru's neck to pull him mutually close. Still riding that edge, still so near to falling over the precipice, Suguru's lips hover over his best friend's, not kissing him until—. ]
Fuck—
[ The orgasm catches Suguru by surprise, but as the thread of tension snaps, Suguru steals that kiss and jerks his hips forward one last time. His groans are muffled into Satoru's mouth, the kiss all panted breaths and slick tongue, snippets of praise and names that are as ragged as his moaning. Suguru trembles with it, shaking through the waves of pleasure before he finally has to break away, desperately gasping down oxygen. ]
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If he was anyone else, he’d be choking, gagging around the cock buried into him, but he’s not anyone else. He’s Suguru’s submissive, and he can handle this.
Eyes closed, Yuji does his best to swallow everything that’s given to him, practiced and accustomed to taking it from Suguru with all the happiness that he can muster. It’s not easy, necessarily, but it feels good, and he rocks his own hips forward absently, chasing the feeling of pleasure that he won’t get any time soon.
Satoru devours Suguru’s mouth with his own, letting himself be gripped and held as he pushes into him with a quiet little groan. He’s still rocking into Yuji, but his pleasure is secondary right now, second to the way he wants to devour his friend and keep him close, sucking at his lip absently. ]
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Reluctant though he is to let go of Satoru, his muscles feel like jelly. Suguru steals another kiss from his best friend, searing and intense before he releases the other man. Flopping back into the mountain of pillows allows Suguru to properly look down into Yuji's face, flushed and slack-jawed and perfect.
Without dragging him away from Satoru or disrupting the rhythm of Satoru's rocking, Suguru readjusts and scoots down the bed, half-drawing Yuji up into his arms. It gives Suguru access to press kisses over his sweet boy's face, to nuzzle in close and hold him while his best friend is railing Yuji's sweet ass. ]
That's my good, good boy, Yuji... [ His praise is half-purr, half-growl, all warmth and love for Yuji. ]
You made Daddy feel so amazing.
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Suguru shifts down, settling comfortably under him, and he leans up, tilting his body to nuzzle into his dominant as best he can, kissing over his skin and making soft, breathless sounds. With nothing in his mouth to muffle him, quiet him, the groans that come hand in hand with Satoru fucking into him all the harder.
It's not going to take much longer, Yuji thinks, not with the way that Satoru is grinding into him, rocking harder into him, and the sounds that the man behind him is making are just as incredible as the sounds Suguru had been making. It makes Yuji prickle, it makes him burn, and he presses his mouth into Suguru's neck as he whines, low and deep. ]
Daddy, can I... Can I please...
[ He can't come without permission, and Satoru knows it, lips curling into a smirk as he starts to fuck into Yuji with a newfound determination, to come himself before Yuji does - it's hard, the slap of their skin echoing in the room, pushing Yuji forward into Suguru's body, and he groans. It doesn't take too much longer for his own orgasm to overtake him, filling Yuji, leaning over his body with breathless, wanting noises. ]
Ah, fuck...
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Suguru holds Yuji as his submissive whines and moans, as he takes every thrust of Satoru's not-insignificant cock. Cooing praise to his boy, pressing kisses everywhere, his gaze falls on Satoru again when the fierce pounding halts. He watches avidly as Satoru trembles and groans through his own orgasm, leaving Yuji between them (and Megumi, technically, from his spot on the floor) unsatisfied and beautifully hard. ]
Almost, baby. Almost.
[ Not yet. ]
When Satoru lets you move, baby boy, you're going to get in my lap again and look at Megumi. [ Suguru plans to arrange Yuji with the younger man's back against Suguru's chest, to let everyone see exactly how desperate and needy Yuji gets from something as filthy as pleasing two dominants at once.
Megumi is startled out of his intense focus by the sound of his name, and he blinks rapidly, trying to follow Suguru's trail of thought.
Fortunately, Suguru doesn't leave him long to wonder.]
Mmm, Satoru, what do you think? Would Megumi want my boy's cum on his face?
[ The way Megumi blushes and his cock throbs in his sweats says "yes." ]
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He gets to watch now, and he feels a sense of pride at how utterly desperate Yuji seems, especially being empty on two fronts now.
Lifting his head, Yuji leans in, nuzzling at Suguru, kissing his skin, his jaw, closing his eyes and basking, even when he's still desperately needy and wanting. His cock is hard, red and desperate between his legs, but his attention is on Suguru and nothing else, even with another man's come starting to drip from him.
The whisper of Megumi's name has Yuji leans up, though, eyes widening for a moment, before Satoru waves his hand with a lazy, smug little grin. ]
Mm, he likes facials. He's been a good boy, so he can have it, if he'd like.
[ Yuji twitches. ]
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[ It's the first thing Megumi has said the entire time, the first real break in his position as an observer. The guttural, ragged tone betrays how eager he is for it, too. He rises from his kneeling, crawling closer to the side of the bed as Suguru manhandles Yuji into position, practically lifting Yuji into his arms to rearrange. Suguru sits on the edge of the bed, Yuji held close, shoulders to Suguru's broad chest, with his thighs spread open and his knees straddling Suguru's lap. Cock exposed and the mess of lube and cum obvious on Yuji's skin, Megumi stares wide-eyed at Yuji, utterly enraptured by the other submissive. Megumi isn't even looking at Suguru, not really, too enthralled with his own friend (his only one, ever).
Suguru's smirk is so smug over Yuji's shoulder, and he casts one quick glance Satoru's way before he refocuses on the younger man in his lap, one strong hand traveling down the tensing muscles of Yuji's abdomen. ]
Is your boy usually this much of a cumslut, Satoru, or is Yuji just special?
[ He chuckles as he nudges Yuji's hips up, briefly pausing to gather some of the sticky seed escaping his sweet boy's hole, smearing it over his palm. Satisfied that'll be plenty additional lubrication with Yuji's own precum, Suguru closes that pocket of hot skin around Yuji's neglected cock, squeezing tight – but not painfully. ]
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Their eyes meet, he thinks, and Yuji's blush gets all the more violent, his swallow of air a choked off moan, his entire body twitching almost a little, biting the inside of his cheek, shifting and rocking in Suguru's grip.
Behind them all, Satoru moves over, letting his arms wrap around Suguru from behind, leaning down over him to tuck his head beside his friend to look down at his own submissive. ]
I think Yuji is just special. Maybe they like each other too, hm?
[ He nuzzles absently into his friend's face, enjoying the closeness after years of being apart. ]
Make sure you have your pretty little mouth open, Megumi. You don't want to waste anything.
[ Yuji, moaning in Suguru's arms, tilts his head back and rocks his hips forward, into the tight grip on his cock, voice choked off and unsure. He wants to come, he wants this so much, but he can't - not until he has permission. Not until he's allowed. ]
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Now, years removed, Suguru is able to see the underlying political elements at play. Satoru was the heir to his clan when they were teenagers, and that comes along with expectations. Despite his surname, Megumi is technically part of the Zenin clan, and that's far more appealing to the powers-that-be than a no-name random Satoru met in school. Suguru will always wondered what strings were pulled or how much money changed hands, but these days, years removed, it doesn't matter.
It especially doesn't matter because Suguru's lot in life has brought him Yuji. As deeply as Suguru loved (loves) Satoru, there's a dark, angry piece of Suguru's heart that never healed – and it's only started repairing now because of Yuji.
But this intimacy with Satoru had to be packed away with the rest of Suguru's powerful emotions if he was going to stay in Satoru's life. Suguru knew it wouldn't be fair to any of their assignments or himself (or in the eyes of the government) if Suguru acted like nothing was different with Satoru and continued their whatever-it-was before their designations, so— it's been a long fucking time since Suguru was close to Satoru like this. His best friend would never seemingly tire of treating Suguru like an oversized teddy bear or invading Suguru's personal space on a whim, but that feels normal, more a development of their friendship than an expression of romantic love.
That was enough for Suguru.
Suguru's smile is— softer, not quite as twisted in hedonistic excitement, and he turns his face long enough to knock his nose against Satoru's, brief flickers of affection before he refocuses on Yuji. He can feel his boy struggling to resist coming, feel him riding that edge and desperately leaning away from it. So close, and Suguru loves it.
Obediently from his spot on the floor, Megumi leans forward, mouth open and tongue extended as he tries not to shake apart with his own eagerness.
Suguru presses a kiss to Yuji's temple as he holds Yuji fast around the waist with one arm, other hand picking up the pace as he strokes Yuji. ]
My good, good boy... So good for your Daddy and Satoru. [ Nipping at his boy's ear, he purrs the permission against the flushed shell. ]
You earned it, baby. [ Faster, his wrist flicks as he adjusts the aim of Yuji's cock, pointing the swollen, dripping head at Megumi's face. ]
Come for us.
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The bliss that he had found with his own submissive, the joy that being with Megumi brings him. Their partnership might have started out as a manipulation, a rich dominant getting an important submissive, but they've carved out their own sweet spot of joy and warmth in the world. Seeing Geto getting his own, finding his own excitement, his own love, has been a delight to see, something that has made him so, so desperately happy.
They nuzzle together, they lean into each other, find their happiness, but it's not as sexual as it might have been. They can kiss and touch one another, but their affection, the truth of their hearts, is focused on the boys in front of them. He kisses Suguru's cheek, knowing he's in safe hands with Yuji, wiggling and moaning into his arms.
Yuji twitches, rocking into Suguru's touch, into the hand around his cock, and his dark, lidded eyes gaze down at Megumi with a flush, a whine of something in the low, hoarse tone of his throat, and oh, oh, it's too good, his ass leaking with Satoru's come, his dominant behind him, muttering filth and praise to him. How is he meant to survive, to hold off, when it feels so perfectly good?
His back arches a little, his body tenses, and he stares, flushed, at Megumi as he comes, painting his tongue and face with the white of his come, shuddering in Suguru's arms. ]
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Or, well, he remains frozen until Suguru starts to release Yuji's spent cock. The older man unfurls his cum-covered fingers and prepares to deal with the mess—
—and then Megumi darts forward, wrapping his lips hungrily around two of Suguru's digits and lapping away the additional remnants of Yuji's seed. (And some of Satoru's, helpfully gathered up from Yuji's ass for some easy access lube.)
Rather than look alarmed or displeased, Suguru watches Megumi with lifted brows, turning his hand to give Megumi more access instead. ]
A very eager boy you have, Satoru.
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[ Yuji barely pays attention to Satoru, the way he absently leans into Suguru to watch, stroking hands over his skin gently. His eyes are glued to Megumi and nothing else.
He’s been in this position - but he’d hated it, before. Being forced to do this kind of thing, bullied into it with blindfolds and restraints. Seeing Megumi enjoying himself after his own obvious pleasure has Yuji’s spent cock twitching, as if it’s desperate to get hard again, to fill with desire at seeing his friend so happy and content even without his own orgasm.
Seeing his friend lick up his come, swallow it…
Wiggling out of Suguru’s grip, Yuji slides to his knees without thinking. This isn’t something they’ve talked about, but it feels right to do, to lift one hand to curl into Megumi’s hair, to lick his tongue over mouth and skin to clean away his own come, then to push in for a kiss, forcing the taste into his friend’s mouth.
He moans into Megumi, and behind him, Satoru whistles softly. ]
Mine isn’t the only eager one, hm?
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Suguru doesn't try to stop Yuji or drag him back. He leans into Satoru's chest, sliding his clean hand around the nape of Satoru's neck to hold his friend closer while his eyes still avidly devour the obscenely hot pair Yuji and Megumi make in front of them. Suguru laughs, a rumbling chuckle in the back of his throat. ]
To tell you the truth, I didn't know he had it in him.
[ But Suguru's voice is so fond as he looks on with a smile.
Megumi, meanwhile, is only momentarily paralyzed by the shock of Yuji dropping to his knees, strong fingers sinking in dark hair and pinning him in place. By the time Yuji's tongue traces its way into Megumi's mouth, feeding him Yuji's own cum—
Megumi half-whines, half-growls into the kiss, pressing forward and chasing Yuji's tongue and every drop of seed. ]
Mmmmn...
[ He's been waiting this whole time, and he doesn't mind (even to the extent of getting needier because he's denied), but arousal has sawed away the sharp edge of self-consciousness that stands between Megumi and his hedonistic urges. He kisses Yuji because it feels good, because he's been imagining it for months, and because he doesn't know if he'll get to have it again, so—
He needs to memorize every detail so he'll never forget. ]
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He'd been kissing his best friend, after all - it's only fair that he's allowed to do the same, especially when Megumi's been permitted to taste him like this.
Satoru curtains himself over Suguru's body, keen eyes drinking in the two submissives kissing and touching, leaning and leaning and wrapping one arm around his friend's stomach with absent affection. ]
They look good together, don't they? Maybe we should let Yuji take care of him. Don't you think he's earned it?
[ Yuji sucks on Megumi's lip, biting into his mouth, curling his tongue against his as he seeks out the taste of himself mingled with Megumi's, groaning against him, one hand lifting to touch his face and stroke it gently. It's a touch more intimate and, perhaps, romantic than it was before, but it's not love; it's the tenderness of caring about someone so desperately you want to take care of them.
Tugging Megumi closer, he tries to get the other boy in his lap, holding him. ]
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[ Suguru hums thoughtfully, like he's actually giving it real consideration instead of just playing aloof. ]
Megumi has been a very patient, good boy – you're right.
[ Even as Suguru watches Megumi half-scramble to get into Yuji's lap, barely needing the encouragement to climb into place. Still fully dressed, Megumi can't help grinding the bulge in his sweats against Yuji's abdomen, only adding to the obvious wet spots from Megumi's precum. He's greedy about the way he paws at Yuji, eager to touch and feel every muscled inch of his best friend, soft sounds lost between their lips.
Calling to Yuji from the bed, Suguru's tone is playful and pleased. ]
Yuji, go ahead and have as much fun as you want. Daddy will tell you if he wants you to stop.
[ Or Suguru assumes Yuji will stop on his own, which Suguru also finds acceptable. Suguru is content to recover on the comfortable bed with Satoru, almost eager to see what Yuji gets up to when left to (some) of his own devices. ]
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He'll share with Suguru, and Yuji by proxy. That's fine with him.
For his part, Yuji glances back at Suguru, giving him a soft, tender look - betraying his affection - before he nods his head. ]
Thank you, daddy.
[ Shifting to lean back against the bed, he drags Megumi closer, hooking his legs over his body as he leans back into the kiss. His tongue curls again, licking into his mouth, devouring him before he groans out a noise. Fingers trace down his body, stroking over Megumi's chest, and he kisses along his jaw and goes to his neck, up to his ear, breath hot.
He wants to make Megumi feel good, as good as their daddies made him feel. That's something he can't get out of his head. ]
Do you want me to touch you, 'Gumi? Take care of you? I don't mind. Tell me what you want?
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And Suguru knows that, too.
Shuddering through the kisses, Megumi tips his head back to give Yuji access to as much skin as he wants. It feels amazing, even if no one else has touched him other than Satoru for years, and Megumi feels drunk on the thrill of being this close to Yuji. ]
Fuck yes, please. [ He pants as he winds fingers into Yuji's hair, arching closer. ]
Please, please touch me, I need to come so bad... [ Megumi trails off on a needy whine, hips jerking forward again. ]
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[ Yuji is quiet and careful as he leans in for another kiss, softer and gentler this time, letting himself bask in it. It's not the same as kissing Suguru, who takes his kisses with the same fierce dominance that he does everything else - it's that little edge of soft sweetness that he's familiar with from their more intimate moments. When it's not daddy and baby, and it's just Suguru and Yuji; it's like that, but without the same deep, desperate love and want.
His mouth nuzzles into Megumi's neck as he reaches down, fingers sliding under his trousers, wrapping around his hard cock and beginning to stroke him. It's not slow or tender, necessarily, but it should be enough to at least start to push him towards the edge, to make him feel good, to bring him that same kind of pleasure.
Yuji knows how it feels to be denied, after all, and he doesn't want to make Megumi suffer, doesn't intend to edge him. This is the final piece of the puzzle. ]
Did you like it, Megumi? Watching our daddies fuck me?
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Yuji–
[ Megumi whimpers out Yuji's name as his hips try to jerk with the rhythm, satisfying in its lack of tease while almost being too much. Megumi, however, is enough of a masochist that he likes "too much." "Too much" will definitely get him off.
Nodding helplessly, no shred of hesitation, the words spill out of Megumi. ]
I fucking loved it— you look so good like that, Yuji, fuck—
[ The orgasm waiting at the pit of his stomach feels like it's roiling closer with every wave of pleasure, threatening to break each time Yuji pumps his fist. ]
Fuck, I'm so, so close— Yuji— Daddy— [ Megumi trembles with his desperate attempts to resist coming, barely even needing much of Yuji's touch to get this worked up. ]
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He enjoys it most when Suguru has him tied up, teasing him, bullying him a little with it, stroking and touching him, getting him so close and then taking it away. It’s delicious for all that it brings him the most intense kind of desperation, and he’s sure that Megumi feels the same way. They’ve always understood one another like that.
Hand still moving, Yuji nuzzles and kisses at his neck, careful not to leave any kind of mark. Megumi is Gojo-san’s, after all.
Speaking of which… Satoru laughs softly behind them. ]
Calling for your daddy while another man touches you? What a little slut you are, baby.
[ Yuji’s hand is unrelenting, and Satoru sighs softly, fingers stroking absently on Suguru’s hip. ]
You can come when you’re ready too. You’ve been a good boy today, so you’ve earned it this once.
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But... he also likes it when Yuji touches him. And he likes touching Yuji, so... maybe it's okay here.
Megumi whines in the back of his throat as his Daddy's words reach him from where he's so smugly settled on the bed. Megumi feels no possessive flare when his gaze falls ever so briefly on his dominant curled around Suguru, looking so... right and beautiful in such stark contrast to each other. It stirs something in Megumi, even if he doesn't know what – and he doesn't have time to examine it as the permission for orgasm seems to go right to his head.
Eyes rolling back, fingers grasping at Yuji as his hips helplessly try to rut into Yuji's persistent pumping. Yes, yes, yes—
Climax hits and sweeps Megumi away instantly. He's gasping, whimpering for Yuji and mewling out his name as he presses in close, clinging and trembling as his cock finally finds release. Cum spurts over Yuji's fist, onto Megumi's sweats and both of their skin, and it's definitely a mess.
Oh well.
Slumping like a marionette with snipped strings, Megumi flops onto Yuji, panting raggedly for breath and clinging to the other submissive for dear life.
From the bed, Suguru just chuckles, turning his head to nuzzle affectionately at Satoru's jaw. ]
Aw, your boy is even cute when he's coming his brains out.
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Leaning back, he raises his hand to his mouth and licks his palm clean, sucking at his own fingers, cleaning it away, before he nuzzles into Megumi again and kisses along his jaw, against his neck, humming softly. It's nice, to cuddle up with him, to take care of someone else, even as he can hear the voice of his daddy behind him.
Tugging Megumi close, Yuji strokes a hand along his back, turning his head to look at Suguru, eyes warm and filled with the tenderness, his love, the way he feels so obviously painted on his features.
Satoru is leaning in, nuzzling at Suguru, pressing idle kisses against his skin and mouth in a mirror of what Yuji was doing to Megumi, wrapped around his best friend like an octopus. Yuji smiles at them both, eyes dancing between them - where once he might have been wildly jealous, he's more understanding of their relationship now. ]
Can we come up on the bed, daddy?
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From his spot on the bed, Suguru meets Yuji's gaze with the same warmth and adoration reflected back in his eyes. No aloofness, no attempt to deny just how dearly he loves his submissive – even tangled in bed with his best friend, Suguru's first love, Suguru can't look away from Yuji. Playing with Satoru's hair or running fingers over the his skin, Suguru keeps touching Satoru in return without trying to deny the simmering heat that accompanies watching the two submissives on the floor while Satoru teases him.
But still, he's focused on Yuji.
Reaching out a hand, Suguru smiles sweetly at Yuji. ]
Come get comfortable, baby boy. Both of you.
[ Megumi is practically glued to Yuji right now so Suguru assumes the invitation is obvious for both the submissives, but being as clear as possible is never a bad thing with orders. ]
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It's painfully easy to clamber up himself then, to reach over and press a kiss to Suguru's jaw, to nuzzle against him. He's not going to kiss him, lick into his mouth and bite at him, because he doesn't know if his dominant wants to taste Megumi's come on his tongue. He can handle this, for now.
Satoru, for his part, is shifting and turning around to let his focus settle on Megumi, leaning in to whisper praise to him as Yuji makes himself comfortable, leaning up to gaze at Suguru. ]
Hi, daddy.
[ One arm wraps over Suguru's body, and Yuji shifts, teeth scraping against his collarbone before he snuggles close. ]
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Hi, baby.
[ A breathless little chuckle catches in his chest as Yuji's teeth drag across his skin, the loving tease a spark on the embers of Suguru's arousal. Nosing in closer, Suguru kisses the corner of Yuji's mouth, licking away a lingering drop of cum because he doesn't really care whose it is. ]
You did amazing, baby boy. Such a good boy for Daddy and Satoru – and so good to Megumi.
[ Clearly, since Megumi is huddled up in Gojo's arms, still floating in the afterglow as he soaks up his Daddy's praise like a sponge. ]
Did you have fun?
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