[ Yuji nods, agreeing, because of course she does - she’s a slut for her husband’s cock all the time, constantly needing it filling her, inside her, stretching her out and leaving her in bliss. She knows how lucky she is, that both she and Suguru are so compatible, that their tastes match so perfectly, and it’s just another reason to be thankful for Megumi.
Keen to please, as ever, she rocks back against Suguru’s hard cock, moaning around Satoru’s fingers, pressing them as deep as she can take them as he watches. Her eyes, when they lift, are glued to his face, sticky lips and cheek, and she moans even louder at the sight of him; all does is make him smirk. ]
She’s just the kind of wife you always needed, hm? You were just as much of a slut in college, and now you’ve found yourself the prettiest girl to be your own personal whore.
[ Yuji moans again, nodding. She’s aware of it; she’s a whore for Suguru. She wants him all the time, constantly, even as she suckles on another man’s fingers. ]
[ The familiar timbre of Satoru's voice shouldn't make Suguru harder against Yuji's ass, but it does. Someone else might bristle about their best friend referring to their wife as a "whore," yet Suguru only finds it fitting that Satoru falls so easily into step with him to tease Yuji. They've always worked beautifully in tandem, and the bedroom is no exception to that rule of their friendship. ]
And I have your sweet wife to thank for practically delivering her into my lap.
[ Suguru's dark eyes glint with mischief as he peers over at Megumi and the camera. Thrills of amusement and arousal sing through him when he sees Satoru's own wife with her hand surreptitiously tucked under the waistband of her black leggings and presumably her panties. She's sitting forward on the chair, trying not to disrupt the phone's stability with the small circles she's rubbing insistently over her swollen clit, and Suguru thinks it's adorable.
Kissing the top of Yuji's head, Suguru looks back to his own best friend, smirking at him above where Yuji keeps suckling at Satoru's fingers. ]
Should we give her what she wants? She's been aching to be completely full, and I could use a little help with that. [ "A little help," like Suguru is asking Satoru for assistance moving a table, not fucking his wife's brains out. ]
[ Satoru is nodding eagerly already, excited at the prospect of sharing a woman with his best friend again. Those days back in college had been remarkable, they’d been good, and reliving them with someone they both care about is something special. It helps, of course, that he still has that deepen swell of affection for Suguru, wanting to see him lost in pleasure too.
Fingers slip out of Yuji’s mouth and Satoru shifts her, lifting her hips a little to slide her down and get her into a slightly better position. Even then, his fingers are questing lower, searching between her legs, avoiding her cunt completely to slide two fingers against her ass. It’s impossible not to groan then, as his head leans into her stomach. ]
Suguru… Did you prepare her for us, or is she just that excited?
[ Yuji is wet there too, fingers able to press into her ass without any resistance. ]
You can see how desperate she gets – I figured we'd save a little time.
[ If Suguru had been thinking ahead properly, he probably would have added a plug to keep Yuji comfortably ready for more than just fingers in her ass, but that's a thought for next time. Suguru also wouldn't be surprised if his wife's excitement has just left her sticky and wet everywhere, because that's just the kind of eager slut she is.
And Suguru loves it.
Nuzzling at Yuji's temple, Suguru presses a few kisses against her face as he holds her for Satoru to touch and explore. With a smirk, he glances down at Satoru again. ]
I was going to let you have her pussy, but her ass is blissfully tight, if you'd rather trade places.
[ Save time and get Yuji worked up all at once. They talk about her as if she isn’t even there, an object for their pleasure, and it’s driving her insane, her body wiggling in her husband’s arms. She doesn’t much care which way it happens, she just wants to be fucked.
Satoru, on the other hand, definitely has a preference, pouting at his best friend. ]
Do you think I’d put all that work into her pussy and not try it? I’m going to give her just what she wants, Suguru, we don’t need to move.
[ His thumb sneaks and presses on her clit, and Yuji physically jerks with a sharp noise. ]
But maybe we can swap after. I think you’d enjoy that, too.
[ Her words are immediate, and Yuji shivers as Satoru keeps stroking over the skin of her thighs. She nuzzles into her husband, leans into him, rocking against both the men holding on to her before she breathes out a sharp, needy little sound. ]
Will you clean me up after? You can share it with me… I don’t mind. I’ll help clean you both.
[ She means it, too. Yuji will do anything he asks, anything to taste him, to be devoured and devour in return. ]
[ Suguru has met (and even fucked) men who don't care for the taste of cum or the act of eating it out of their partners – but that has never been one of his own reservations. He discovered very early on how much he loves getting his mouth on a freshly-fucked hole, gender notwithstanding, and this is no exception. The idea of it now sends a full shudder down Suguru's spine, his own reaction and eagerness taking him momentarily by surprise. Whether it's the eroticism of involving his wife or Satoru, who knows. Suguru doesn't give a fuck, at this point.
He's about to offer an emphatic Yes, but from the bedside, a softer voice interrupts. ]
... Can I clean up?
[ Suguru blinks a few times, glancing over to where Megumi sits. The intensity is undeniable in her eyes, the heat and overpowering arousal, but she seems self-conscious again when the attention shifts.
She clarifies quickly, ]
Just Yuji. If that's okay.
[ Suguru briefly toys with the idea of how selfish he's feeling right now, but that thought flutters away as quickly as it appears; Megumi is being gracious enough to share her husband and record these activities without being directly involved. That's worth endless gratitude, no matter how hot the idea of eating two men's cum out of his wife might happen to be.
Suguru makes a mental note to ask Satoru later about Megumi's usual interests, to get a better sense of what boundaries to mind or what buttons he's allowed to push. But for now, with limited negotiating ahead of time, he's happy to rely on Satoru's expertise.
With a shrug, Suguru glances between his wife and his best friend. ]
Why not? I'm feeling generous, if Yuji doesn't mind.
[ Satoru perks up almost immediately when he hears his wife’s voice, turning his head to look at her. She’s so pretty, flushed and bright pink, charming as she loses herself to lust, and he can’t help the teasing lilt to his voice. How can he, when she just looks so cute? ]
Megumi-chan! Well done, for asking for what you want! How cute, wanting to clean your friend up for us… Don’t you think it’s cute, Yuji-chan? Megumi would take good care of you, she has such a lovely mouth.
[ Yuji’s eyes are caught, staring at her best friend, the sudden connection between them something electric and intense. She breathes out, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she shivers, licking her lips. She can’t even imagine how good it would feel, the way her mouth might feel suckling and licking come out of her cunt. It makes her moan softly, sinking into her husband. ]
I don’t mind. Megumi can do anything she wants with me, as long as Suguru is happy too - and Gojo-kun! I’d like to…
[ Glancing between the two men, shy all of a sudden, Yuji looks back over at her best friend.
Has she thought about Megumi sexually before? Not explicitly, but now she can’t get the image out of her head. Megumi’s sharp hair between her legs, soft mouth on hers, touching her warm skin… She whines softly, unable to help herself. ]
Maybe, one day… I can take care of Megumi, too.
[ Two cocks inside her and Megumi’s cunt on her lips… She can’t imagine anything better. ]
[ Satoru earns the most half-hearted glare from Megumi, token exasperation for her husband's... well, everything. (And yet, if she really didn't like it, she wouldn't be here now.) But when Megumi's eyes lock on Yuji's, it feels impossible to turn away. Megumi has never excelled at expressing herself or her feelings, and she most often deals with things by bottling them up to examine never, which is exactly what she'd done with her crush on her best friend. But... maybe she doesn't have to smother those feelings? Or maybe she's allowed to feel them? This has nothing to do with a dissatisfaction with her husband or her marriage, related purely to Megumi's affection for Yuji and the special place Yuji occupies in her heart.
But oh, Yuji is okay with it. And she wants to...
Oh.
Megumi's breathing stutters, her blush darkening as she nods. ]
Y-yeah. I'd... like that.
[ Suguru watches with an absent curiosity, unbothered by the fascinating way things are unfolding. It's bad form to rapidly change course in the middle of a scene, casual or otherwise, because one's ability to consent becomes more nebulous with the additional factors of being outrageously horny or feeling external pressure for compliance – so anything more intense? Probably requires hashing out some details. But this? Suguru is just fine with it. ]
I know I'd love to watch you with your head between her legs. [ Suguru smirks, glancing over at Satoru. ]
Take her for a minute, would you? I'm going to grab the lube. [ And once again, he's talking around Yuji, like she's just a fun toy to pass between them and not his wife. ]
[ Yuji is pressed face first into Satoru’s body and she settles there, her arms wrapping around his chest and her face against his neck. She doesn’t feel at all embarrassed or shy about it, not when she considers where his mouth has been, and her mind is elsewhere anyway without the solid weight of her spouse behind her, keeping her steady.
She’s thinking about Megumi. Sharing her, kissing her, sliding between her legs and showing her what Yuji could do for her, maybe even licking into her when Satoru was done fucking her and showing her how good it can feel. Yuji has always known that Megumi had a special place in her heart, her first proper friend, someone she cares for deeply, but she hadn’t expected this.
She truly didn’t believe that Megumi would want her like that. Sharing Satoru felt like a big enough leap.
Nuzzling into Satoru’s body, she hums softly. ]
We can all talk about it later. You and me, Gojo-kun and Satoru… We’ll decide what we want to do. Then we can make sure we’re all happy.
[ Lifting her head, Yuji looks around for her husband. ]
Suguru? I love you!
[ In case he’d forgotten; Satoru laughs against her hair. ]
[ Rather than find himself jealous at the picture Yuji makes in the arms of Suguru's best friend, Suguru absently appreciates how adorable his wife is, practically glowing with her own irresistible sensuality. Satoru is as striking as he's always been, otherworldly and handsome, and Suguru thinks he looks just as good holding Yuji.
Hm. Interesting.
But Suguru doesn't dawdle in fetching the nearby supplies from the nightstand, ducking briefly into their attached bathroom to grab some wipes for easy clean-up. (Swapping is hot, bacterial infections are not.)
Yuji's words follow after him, and he just chuckles to himself, smile warm and affectionate as he calls back, ]
I love you, too.
[ When Suguru returns, he can feel Megumi's gaze as he shoves down his sweats, kicking away his pants. Naked, Suguru crawls onto the bed with the lube, wet wipes, and a couple of towels, and he leaves them within reach as he moves close to the pair still snuggled together.
He shuffles in close, long limbs momentarily tangling with Satoru's as he sandwiches his wife between their chests. Kissing her shoulder, Suguru slides an arm around her waist. ]
How are you feeling, sweetheart?
[ A quick check-in before they lose themselves again or push farther. ]
[ The call back and reminder of love has Yuji brightening, warmth spreading though her body as she watches her husband move around the room. He’s as striking as ever, beautiful and sculpted from marble, and she knows she’s not the only one looking. Satoru has tilted his head against her chest so that he can watch his best friend too, and it makes Yuji grin.
She’s not jealous, not anymore, not here. Once she’d envied what Satoru and Suguru had, once she’d been worried about losing her husband to someone he clearly cared for deeply, but she’s secure now. Suguru loves her, worships the ground she walks in, takes such good care of her - his affection for Satoru is different and she can’t fault him for it. They’re meant to be in each others’ lives.
His warm weight settles back behind her, his arm around her waist and his cock against her skin, and Yuji hums, tilting back to nuzzle at him immediately.
Suguru is perfect, and they love each other. That’s all she needs to be reminded of. ]
[ It’s very petulant, especially since Satoru’s mouth was elsewhere occupied, but Yuji can’t help the teasing little pout, tilting into her husband. She just loves kissing, loves being touched, loves to feel her mouth working with someone else’s.
How is she meant to resist when there are two beautiful men holding onto her?
Maybe you should ask nicely, Yuji. Tell us what you want, and then say please.
[ If Suguru can't help grinding his hard cock against his wife, he's sure no one can blame him. Tangled with Yuji, with Satoru, skin to skin... it's so painfully arousing, and Suguru feels greedy. ]
[ Yuji delights in the feeling of her husband rocking back against her, and she hums softly as Satoru leans in close, kissing along her jaw absently. It’s another step closer to being completely filled and she yearns for it.
Satoru’s eyes glance up to watch his best friend before he leans in to kiss his wife, shoving his tongue and the taste of her cunt into her willing mouth. ]
[ Now would, of course, be the time to say something if Suguru was actually bothered by his best friend kissing his wife. But instead of bristling, Suguru's eyes are glued to Satoru and Yuji, soaking in every detail of how they look, how they move, how they sound.
When Satoru draws away again, Suguru leans in over Yuji's shoulder to fill that space, tracing his tongue over Yuji's slick bottom lip. She tastes like saliva and pussy, and that's hot as hell. ]
I didn't hear you say "please."
[ But Suguru can't bring himself to deny Yuji any longer as he reaches up to tilt her chin towards him, to seal his mouth over hers and chase the remnants of Satoru and Yuji's flavor. ]
[ Yuji moans into Satoru’s kiss as soon as it happens, chasing after his mouth when he moves away, pouting despite how heavy her breathing is coming. Turning her head to her husband, she smiles prettily. ]
I said please before… I’m sorry, Suguru.
[ Leaning in to his kiss, she moans louder, rocking between the two men. Satoru slips back to kick off his own sweats, eyes glued to the pair on the bed, gazing longingly. ]
[ Suguru draws Yuji close again to give Satoru room to finish divesting himself of the rest of his clothes. Arm around her waist, the other crossing her chest to cradle her jaw, Suguru kisses his wife like he means to devour her. His lips curl in a smile against Yuji's, pulling away finally with a pointed graze of his teeth.
He looks back at his best friend, absently allowing his hands to stroke over Yuji's skin as if soothing a beloved pup. ]
She just makes me look better. [ And a wink! ]
Why don't you come give her what she wants? [ Adjusting Yuji in his arms, Suguru makes room for Satoru again in front of her. Hand dipping down, he spreads Yuji's pussy with his fingers, juices and spit smearing messily as he parts her. ]
[ Yuji is putty in her husband’s hands, completely at his mercy and enjoying every second of it. He’s warm and solid behind her, and even the bed dipping as Satoru rejoins them isn’t quite enough to distract her from nuzzling in and biting at his mouth, chasing his taste. He’s truly everything to her, no matter what happens between the four of them.
Suguru is her first love, even if she thinks, idly, that she isn’t his in return.
Jumping, Yuji whimpers softly as two fingers slide into her cunt, curling into her and trying to find that sweetly hidden spot, trying to get her to fall apart immediately. She hisses, rocking into his touch as Satoru laughs, kissing her neck and leaning close to Suguru.
[ It's— so hot to feel Yuji writhe in his arms from someone else's touch. Suguru can almost appreciate his gorgeous wife more when he isn't focused on the act of pleasuring her, able to absorb the near-pornographic picture she makes rocking and desperately responding to Satoru's touch. It doesn't make Suguru jealous, doesn't inspire possessive aggravation or competitive annoyance – though there's appeal in the idea of competing to drive Yuji craziest. Perhaps a fantasy for another day.
The pads of Suguru's fingers settle neatly on Yuji's clit, just above where Satoru targets that bundle of nerves inside her. Suguru effortlessly falls into the rhythm he knows so well with Yuji, rather than try to dangle a far-off orgasm over her head. He did say she could come whenever she wants, and he's almost too distracted by how close Satoru is now to think better of flooding Yuji with more pleasure.
Dark eyes lock with Satoru's vibrant blue, and Suguru thoughtlessly licks his lips, gaze finally breaking to dart down to Satoru's mouth – only for a second.
He plays it off with a crooked smirk. ]
Then don't wait. You lead, I'll follow.
[ Not only does Suguru want to see Yuji taking Satoru's cock, he also knows it'll require a bit more thought and effort to get in his wife's ass – and making sure she's comfortable before plunging into double penetration like that seems safer, in Suguru's mind.
The last thing he ever wants to do is hurt Yuji, after all. ]
[ Yuji is too blinded by pleasure to do anything but sink into it, bullied up to that height, that peak before she can do anything about it, whimpering with her want, her desire. It burns, and her head tilts.
For all that Satoru is focused on making Yuji come, his eyes also drag to his best friend. It’s just how they always were, sharing a woman, hooking themselves into intimacy with a barrier between them, but it feels slightly different, this time. There’s an electric thrum between them that has him licking his own lips.
It’s hard to resist the urge. He kissed Yuji, so…
Leaning up, he leans in so his forehead touches his friends, even as his fingers twist inside his wife’s cunt. ]
You’ll follow my lead?
[ His head tilts, leaning closer, offering. A kiss, if it’s wanted, if Satoru wants him, if he wants this. He gets the feeling neither Yuji or Megumi would mind too much. ]
[ Maintaining that flimsy veil of deniability has been oddly important to Suguru over the years. Not because he meant to deter Satoru, but rather, himself. Suguru needs those boundaries to keep his own heart in line, and it's been that way since high school. Preserving their friendship has always been at the core of Suguru's motivations, even if that's meant avoiding anything with the potential to fracture things beyond repair. Kissing Satoru, exploring past the bullshit lines of "no homo" or whatever logic allows for a couple of dudes to be guys together without questioning the sexual tension between them – that has stayed out of reach.
Maybe it's ironic that the first time Suguru is willing to dance over those lines happens when he and Satoru are already married to other people.
Oh well. They've never marched to any beat but their own, and maybe that's part of why Suguru has always been so reluctant to risk that connection.
But Satoru is impossibly close now, close enough to taste, the smell of Yuji on his breath and his skin, and Suguru's resistance crumbles. He said that he would follow Satoru's lead, and Suguru does, devouring those bare millimeters between them to seal his lips over Satoru's. His good sense will catch up later, when he and Yuji debrief and dissect the afternoon, but right now, the idea of kissing Satoru while his wife comes her brains out is the hottest thing he's experienced in his life.
Suguru's free hand reaches around Satoru, burying fingers in his hair to drag him closer, to kiss him over Yuji's shoulder while they keep relentlessly touching and teasing the beautiful woman sandwiched between them. ]
[ Yuji wants to say that it’s the hard work their hands are offering that pushes her over the edge into another orgasm, but the reality is that it’s the simple pleasure of watching them kiss that does it.
She’s always had an inkling, a jealousy about how Suguru felt about his best friend. His sexuality had been disclosed to her as soon as they’d started dating and it never bothered her, but she could admit to that coiling envy when she saw them together, saw the fondness and tenderness in her boyfriend, then fiancé, then husband’s eyes. Satoru would always be important to him.
He’d always like him, too.
Maybe she feels a little sour about the kiss, just a little, and it’s something they’ll need to talk about later. Yuji doesn’t mind it, doesn’t mind that Suguru is kissing someone else, but the sting in her heart will need to be unpacked. It rests beside her utter joy: her husband has what he wanted, finally, and she knows it.
Shivering, she looks away, eyes closed as she moans.]
Megumi… I’m coming again.
[ It’s softer this time, gentler, a hiss, and she rocks between them as Satoru shoves his tongue into his best friend’s mouth, devouring him and moaning softly. ]
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Keen to please, as ever, she rocks back against Suguru’s hard cock, moaning around Satoru’s fingers, pressing them as deep as she can take them as he watches. Her eyes, when they lift, are glued to his face, sticky lips and cheek, and she moans even louder at the sight of him; all does is make him smirk. ]
She’s just the kind of wife you always needed, hm? You were just as much of a slut in college, and now you’ve found yourself the prettiest girl to be your own personal whore.
[ Yuji moans again, nodding. She’s aware of it; she’s a whore for Suguru. She wants him all the time, constantly, even as she suckles on another man’s fingers. ]
I bet she can’t wait to be completely filled up.
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And I have your sweet wife to thank for practically delivering her into my lap.
[ Suguru's dark eyes glint with mischief as he peers over at Megumi and the camera. Thrills of amusement and arousal sing through him when he sees Satoru's own wife with her hand surreptitiously tucked under the waistband of her black leggings and presumably her panties. She's sitting forward on the chair, trying not to disrupt the phone's stability with the small circles she's rubbing insistently over her swollen clit, and Suguru thinks it's adorable.
Kissing the top of Yuji's head, Suguru looks back to his own best friend, smirking at him above where Yuji keeps suckling at Satoru's fingers. ]
Should we give her what she wants? She's been aching to be completely full, and I could use a little help with that. [ "A little help," like Suguru is asking Satoru for assistance moving a table, not fucking his wife's brains out. ]
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Fingers slip out of Yuji’s mouth and Satoru shifts her, lifting her hips a little to slide her down and get her into a slightly better position. Even then, his fingers are questing lower, searching between her legs, avoiding her cunt completely to slide two fingers against her ass. It’s impossible not to groan then, as his head leans into her stomach. ]
Suguru… Did you prepare her for us, or is she just that excited?
[ Yuji is wet there too, fingers able to press into her ass without any resistance. ]
Fuck, she really is so needy.
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[ If Suguru had been thinking ahead properly, he probably would have added a plug to keep Yuji comfortably ready for more than just fingers in her ass, but that's a thought for next time. Suguru also wouldn't be surprised if his wife's excitement has just left her sticky and wet everywhere, because that's just the kind of eager slut she is.
And Suguru loves it.
Nuzzling at Yuji's temple, Suguru presses a few kisses against her face as he holds her for Satoru to touch and explore. With a smirk, he glances down at Satoru again. ]
I was going to let you have her pussy, but her ass is blissfully tight, if you'd rather trade places.
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Satoru, on the other hand, definitely has a preference, pouting at his best friend. ]
Do you think I’d put all that work into her pussy and not try it? I’m going to give her just what she wants, Suguru, we don’t need to move.
[ His thumb sneaks and presses on her clit, and Yuji physically jerks with a sharp noise. ]
But maybe we can swap after. I think you’d enjoy that, too.
[ Fucking another man’s come into his wife. ]
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I was just trying to be a good host and ensure you had all the options, Satoru.
[ But oh, the idea of swapping...
Cock throbbing, Suguru licks his lips, turning his head to nip at Yuji's ear. ]
Would you like that, sweetheart? Do you want me to fuck Satoru's sloppy creampie back into your pussy when he's done with you?
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[ Her words are immediate, and Yuji shivers as Satoru keeps stroking over the skin of her thighs. She nuzzles into her husband, leans into him, rocking against both the men holding on to her before she breathes out a sharp, needy little sound. ]
Will you clean me up after? You can share it with me… I don’t mind. I’ll help clean you both.
[ She means it, too. Yuji will do anything he asks, anything to taste him, to be devoured and devour in return. ]
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He's about to offer an emphatic Yes, but from the bedside, a softer voice interrupts. ]
... Can I clean up?
[ Suguru blinks a few times, glancing over to where Megumi sits. The intensity is undeniable in her eyes, the heat and overpowering arousal, but she seems self-conscious again when the attention shifts.
She clarifies quickly, ]
Just Yuji. If that's okay.
[ Suguru briefly toys with the idea of how selfish he's feeling right now, but that thought flutters away as quickly as it appears; Megumi is being gracious enough to share her husband and record these activities without being directly involved. That's worth endless gratitude, no matter how hot the idea of eating two men's cum out of his wife might happen to be.
Suguru makes a mental note to ask Satoru later about Megumi's usual interests, to get a better sense of what boundaries to mind or what buttons he's allowed to push. But for now, with limited negotiating ahead of time, he's happy to rely on Satoru's expertise.
With a shrug, Suguru glances between his wife and his best friend. ]
Why not? I'm feeling generous, if Yuji doesn't mind.
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Megumi-chan! Well done, for asking for what you want! How cute, wanting to clean your friend up for us… Don’t you think it’s cute, Yuji-chan? Megumi would take good care of you, she has such a lovely mouth.
[ Yuji’s eyes are caught, staring at her best friend, the sudden connection between them something electric and intense. She breathes out, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she shivers, licking her lips. She can’t even imagine how good it would feel, the way her mouth might feel suckling and licking come out of her cunt. It makes her moan softly, sinking into her husband. ]
I don’t mind. Megumi can do anything she wants with me, as long as Suguru is happy too - and Gojo-kun! I’d like to…
[ Glancing between the two men, shy all of a sudden, Yuji looks back over at her best friend.
Has she thought about Megumi sexually before? Not explicitly, but now she can’t get the image out of her head. Megumi’s sharp hair between her legs, soft mouth on hers, touching her warm skin… She whines softly, unable to help herself. ]
Maybe, one day… I can take care of Megumi, too.
[ Two cocks inside her and Megumi’s cunt on her lips… She can’t imagine anything better. ]
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But oh, Yuji is okay with it. And she wants to...
Oh.
Megumi's breathing stutters, her blush darkening as she nods. ]
Y-yeah. I'd... like that.
[ Suguru watches with an absent curiosity, unbothered by the fascinating way things are unfolding. It's bad form to rapidly change course in the middle of a scene, casual or otherwise, because one's ability to consent becomes more nebulous with the additional factors of being outrageously horny or feeling external pressure for compliance – so anything more intense? Probably requires hashing out some details. But this? Suguru is just fine with it. ]
I know I'd love to watch you with your head between her legs. [ Suguru smirks, glancing over at Satoru. ]
Take her for a minute, would you? I'm going to grab the lube. [ And once again, he's talking around Yuji, like she's just a fun toy to pass between them and not his wife. ]
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[ Yuji is pressed face first into Satoru’s body and she settles there, her arms wrapping around his chest and her face against his neck. She doesn’t feel at all embarrassed or shy about it, not when she considers where his mouth has been, and her mind is elsewhere anyway without the solid weight of her spouse behind her, keeping her steady.
She’s thinking about Megumi. Sharing her, kissing her, sliding between her legs and showing her what Yuji could do for her, maybe even licking into her when Satoru was done fucking her and showing her how good it can feel. Yuji has always known that Megumi had a special place in her heart, her first proper friend, someone she cares for deeply, but she hadn’t expected this.
She truly didn’t believe that Megumi would want her like that. Sharing Satoru felt like a big enough leap.
Nuzzling into Satoru’s body, she hums softly. ]
We can all talk about it later. You and me, Gojo-kun and Satoru… We’ll decide what we want to do. Then we can make sure we’re all happy.
[ Lifting her head, Yuji looks around for her husband. ]
Suguru? I love you!
[ In case he’d forgotten; Satoru laughs against her hair. ]
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Hm. Interesting.
But Suguru doesn't dawdle in fetching the nearby supplies from the nightstand, ducking briefly into their attached bathroom to grab some wipes for easy clean-up. (Swapping is hot, bacterial infections are not.)
Yuji's words follow after him, and he just chuckles to himself, smile warm and affectionate as he calls back, ]
I love you, too.
[ When Suguru returns, he can feel Megumi's gaze as he shoves down his sweats, kicking away his pants. Naked, Suguru crawls onto the bed with the lube, wet wipes, and a couple of towels, and he leaves them within reach as he moves close to the pair still snuggled together.
He shuffles in close, long limbs momentarily tangling with Satoru's as he sandwiches his wife between their chests. Kissing her shoulder, Suguru slides an arm around her waist. ]
How are you feeling, sweetheart?
[ A quick check-in before they lose themselves again or push farther. ]
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She’s not jealous, not anymore, not here. Once she’d envied what Satoru and Suguru had, once she’d been worried about losing her husband to someone he clearly cared for deeply, but she’s secure now. Suguru loves her, worships the ground she walks in, takes such good care of her - his affection for Satoru is different and she can’t fault him for it. They’re meant to be in each others’ lives.
His warm weight settles back behind her, his arm around her waist and his cock against her skin, and Yuji hums, tilting back to nuzzle at him immediately.
Suguru is perfect, and they love each other. That’s all she needs to be reminded of. ]
I’m feeling good.
[ She tilts her head up, lips pouting. ]
But no one has kissed me for a long time.
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[ Suguru coos teasingly to his wife, and he leans around her shoulder, kissing her chin, her jaw, the corner of her mouth... ]
Was Satoru slacking while I was being productive?
[ ... Suguru says, while not kissing his wife yet. He just can't help messing with her a little. ]
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[ It’s very petulant, especially since Satoru’s mouth was elsewhere occupied, but Yuji can’t help the teasing little pout, tilting into her husband. She just loves kissing, loves being touched, loves to feel her mouth working with someone else’s.
How is she meant to resist when there are two beautiful men holding onto her?
Satoru laughs, at least, and cups her cheek. ]
Yuji-chan didn’t ask, so how was I meant to know?
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Maybe you should ask nicely, Yuji. Tell us what you want, and then say please.
[ If Suguru can't help grinding his hard cock against his wife, he's sure no one can blame him. Tangled with Yuji, with Satoru, skin to skin... it's so painfully arousing, and Suguru feels greedy. ]
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[ Yuji delights in the feeling of her husband rocking back against her, and she hums softly as Satoru leans in close, kissing along her jaw absently. It’s another step closer to being completely filled and she yearns for it.
Satoru’s eyes glance up to watch his best friend before he leans in to kiss his wife, shoving his tongue and the taste of her cunt into her willing mouth. ]
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When Satoru draws away again, Suguru leans in over Yuji's shoulder to fill that space, tracing his tongue over Yuji's slick bottom lip. She tastes like saliva and pussy, and that's hot as hell. ]
I didn't hear you say "please."
[ But Suguru can't bring himself to deny Yuji any longer as he reaches up to tilt her chin towards him, to seal his mouth over hers and chase the remnants of Satoru and Yuji's flavor. ]
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I said please before… I’m sorry, Suguru.
[ Leaning in to his kiss, she moans louder, rocking between the two men. Satoru slips back to kick off his own sweats, eyes glued to the pair on the bed, gazing longingly. ]
You’re quite the pair, Suguru.
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He looks back at his best friend, absently allowing his hands to stroke over Yuji's skin as if soothing a beloved pup. ]
She just makes me look better. [ And a wink! ]
Why don't you come give her what she wants? [ Adjusting Yuji in his arms, Suguru makes room for Satoru again in front of her. Hand dipping down, he spreads Yuji's pussy with his fingers, juices and spit smearing messily as he parts her. ]
I want to watch you stretch her first.
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Suguru is her first love, even if she thinks, idly, that she isn’t his in return.
Jumping, Yuji whimpers softly as two fingers slide into her cunt, curling into her and trying to find that sweetly hidden spot, trying to get her to fall apart immediately. She hisses, rocking into his touch as Satoru laughs, kissing her neck and leaning close to Suguru.
Yuji watches them both with dark eyes. ]
I can’t wait to fuck her with you.
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The pads of Suguru's fingers settle neatly on Yuji's clit, just above where Satoru targets that bundle of nerves inside her. Suguru effortlessly falls into the rhythm he knows so well with Yuji, rather than try to dangle a far-off orgasm over her head. He did say she could come whenever she wants, and he's almost too distracted by how close Satoru is now to think better of flooding Yuji with more pleasure.
Dark eyes lock with Satoru's vibrant blue, and Suguru thoughtlessly licks his lips, gaze finally breaking to dart down to Satoru's mouth – only for a second.
He plays it off with a crooked smirk. ]
Then don't wait. You lead, I'll follow.
[ Not only does Suguru want to see Yuji taking Satoru's cock, he also knows it'll require a bit more thought and effort to get in his wife's ass – and making sure she's comfortable before plunging into double penetration like that seems safer, in Suguru's mind.
The last thing he ever wants to do is hurt Yuji, after all. ]
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For all that Satoru is focused on making Yuji come, his eyes also drag to his best friend. It’s just how they always were, sharing a woman, hooking themselves into intimacy with a barrier between them, but it feels slightly different, this time. There’s an electric thrum between them that has him licking his own lips.
It’s hard to resist the urge. He kissed Yuji, so…
Leaning up, he leans in so his forehead touches his friends, even as his fingers twist inside his wife’s cunt. ]
You’ll follow my lead?
[ His head tilts, leaning closer, offering. A kiss, if it’s wanted, if Satoru wants him, if he wants this. He gets the feeling neither Yuji or Megumi would mind too much. ]
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Maybe it's ironic that the first time Suguru is willing to dance over those lines happens when he and Satoru are already married to other people.
Oh well. They've never marched to any beat but their own, and maybe that's part of why Suguru has always been so reluctant to risk that connection.
But Satoru is impossibly close now, close enough to taste, the smell of Yuji on his breath and his skin, and Suguru's resistance crumbles. He said that he would follow Satoru's lead, and Suguru does, devouring those bare millimeters between them to seal his lips over Satoru's. His good sense will catch up later, when he and Yuji debrief and dissect the afternoon, but right now, the idea of kissing Satoru while his wife comes her brains out is the hottest thing he's experienced in his life.
Suguru's free hand reaches around Satoru, burying fingers in his hair to drag him closer, to kiss him over Yuji's shoulder while they keep relentlessly touching and teasing the beautiful woman sandwiched between them. ]
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She’s always had an inkling, a jealousy about how Suguru felt about his best friend. His sexuality had been disclosed to her as soon as they’d started dating and it never bothered her, but she could admit to that coiling envy when she saw them together, saw the fondness and tenderness in her boyfriend, then fiancé, then husband’s eyes. Satoru would always be important to him.
He’d always like him, too.
Maybe she feels a little sour about the kiss, just a little, and it’s something they’ll need to talk about later. Yuji doesn’t mind it, doesn’t mind that Suguru is kissing someone else, but the sting in her heart will need to be unpacked. It rests beside her utter joy: her husband has what he wanted, finally, and she knows it.
Shivering, she looks away, eyes closed as she moans.]
Megumi… I’m coming again.
[ It’s softer this time, gentler, a hiss, and she rocks between them as Satoru shoves his tongue into his best friend’s mouth, devouring him and moaning softly. ]
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