[ 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. ]
[ The sound of her name shakes Megumi out of her head again. Somewhere between Suguru and Satoru pinning Yuji between them, she had to ease off of playing with herself to avoid coming too quickly – but it leaves her half-frozen in confusing fixation as her husband presses into Suguru's space, as that kiss seals so effortlessly between them. Sparks of emotion fight the arousal swarming her senses, torn by the desire to watch the gorgeous show of Satoru and Suguru kissing on the bed and the rearing of an old insecurity about seeing the exact thing she's wondered about for years right in front of her face. Maybe it shouldn't be a surprise, maybe it makes sense in the context of the two men fucking Yuji, so— maybe Megumi is just being unkind to herself by focusing on how passionately they kiss, effortless puzzle pieces slotting together, two sides of one coin that she knows have been so important in each other's lives for so long.
(Because Megumi knows she represents something different in Satoru's life. She knows they probably wouldn't have met if not for their mutual family ties, whereas Suguru has been a fixture in Satoru's universe for over a decade. He's never done anything to make Megumi worry, but... how can she not feel marginally insignificant trying to measure up to Suguru? She already decided the best way to avoid that jealousy was to tell herself it didn't exist in the first place, so.
Problem solved.)
But Megumi focuses on the moment, drawn free of her own thoughts by Yuji's voice, reminded of the fact that she's still holding a phone and watching the show of her best friend getting railed by her husband. Or, rather, fingerfucked by her husband for now. Hearing Yuji announce her orgasm makes Megumi's fingers resume their tight circles over her clit – not trying to get off yet but unable to resist edging herself relentlessly while she observes.
Suguru, comparatively, relents on Yuji's clit as his wife comes around Satoru's fingers again. He doesn't need to wring ruthless orgasms out of her right now, and it's satisfying enough to see what her sensitive body allows without pushing too hard. Instead, he runs his fingers over the slick, stretched flesh around where Satoru's digits stay hooked inside his wife.
He doesn't pull away fully from Satoru's mouth, keeping the other man close with fingers knotted in his hair as he murmurs – mostly to Satoru, but just the right height for the words to hit Yuji's ear. ]
Now just imagine how perfect she's going to feel coming around your cock next.
[ He chuckles low, the sound rumbling in the back of his throat as his tongue flicks out over Satoru's bottom lip. ]
She practically milks your cum right into her sweet pussy.
[ The more responsible part of Suguru's brain knows they should examine the boundaries they're crossing with closer care, but also— he also didn't fully grasp how much it would affect him to kiss and touch Satoru like this. He's too focused on spoiling Yuji and indulging his most lascivious desires with Satoru there to make them even more intense. ]
[ Yuji shudders as she comes down from the high, eyes closed as she feels Satoru move in front of her, pinned in place by the grip of her husband’s hand. She can feel the echo of the kiss on her own lips, because she knows how it feels to be at the mercy of Suguru and his wonderful mouth. She wiggles a little in their grip, sensitive and a little frustrated altogether, fingers still buried inside of her.
Satoru is, for a moment, too busy kissing and nuzzling into his friend to consider her, flicking his tongue out to chase the taste of Yuji and Suguru together before he hums. The promise of a good fuck is too alluring to ignore, even with the tingling of the kiss, and he shifts.
This is a dance they’re both familiar with. Satoru leans back, sliding up the bed and laying down, stretching out, cock hard and ready for whenever Yuji decides to climb on. It’s easier this way; she can slide down on his cock and be pressed into his chest as her husband claims her ass. It’ll make it more comfortable.
Yuji shifts, ready to go and climb on before she hesitates. Slipping out of Suguru’s grip for a brief moment, she leans up, kissing his jaw, his cheek, nuzzling into his face. He’ll be able to read her like a book, will know what she needs, too accustomed to her moods now - she doesn’t kiss him just yet, just lets her eyes drink him in before she sighs softly. ]
Suguru… I love you.
[ She needs to hear it back. She needs to hear him say it to her, to cast away that aching, sad little ball of confusion inside her so they can enjoy this moment completely. Yuji doesn’t want to end the scene, just desperate for a touch of reassurance, just as she’d offered him when Satoru had claimed her mouth too. ]
[ Content to let Satoru slip away and settle in, Suguru is about to let Yuji do the same before those sweet nuzzles and bids of affection make him pause. His playful mask softens, eyes warm with sincerity as he smiles sweetly at his wife, clean hand sliding up to cradle her jaw. ]
I love you, too, Yuji.
[ He leans in, presses a kiss to her forehead, the tip of her nose as his thumb sweeps tenderly over her cheek. Not a break in the scene or a shift in gear, not really, but a reflection of Suguru's feelings for Yuji that he expresses as easily as breathing. ]
So much.
[ Megumi doesn't say anything, but for the first time, she feels almost like she's intruding. The love in Suguru's gaze is so deeply personal that Megumi feels like she should look away out of respect for Yuji. Or something.
It's a weird feeling that she shoves down with all the rest. ]
[ It calms her racing heart, settles her down, and Yuji leans in to the warmth of his affection as naturally as breathing. She’s looking forward to rewatching this later, to have the tenderness of her husband captured forever on film, so that she can see him whenever she wants. That strange ache inside of her fades as she leans him with another kiss, heart warm.
She loves him. She loves him so much.
Nuzzling into him again, she sighs softly before she turns and slips away, crawling over Satoru’s body instead. His hands come up to meet her hips, sliding her over him as his lips curl in that familiar, teasing grin, the kind that makes her want to laugh with him. ]
I’ve been promised a beautiful pussy, Yuji-chan, don’t forget about me now ~
[ Rolling her eyes, Yuji rocks her hips over his cock slowly, grinding her wet cunt over him as a tease before she reaches down to hold him in place. It’s familiar, then, from her evenings with her husband, easy to lift herself and sink down on the hard cock offered to her, head tilted back and moan loud. ]
[ Suguru watches Yuji go with that warm smile never wavering, and he only hangs back long enough to really appreciate the pretty picture of his wife straddling his best friend. He’s sure Yuji would look gorgeous with anyone, but the aesthete in him can’t help adoring the way the two look, strength for strength and the irresistible curves that Suguru can’t wait to have in his hands again.
Snatching up the bottle of lube, Suguru climbs comfortably behind his wife, leaning down to kiss over Yuji’s shoulder as he sweeps his other hand soothingly along the line of her waist. ]
Good girl.
[ Even though the way he says it sounds a lot like “I love you” did.
Kissing and nuzzling up Yuji’s neck, Suguru lets her adjust. His eyes seek out Satoru’s when he speaks, but he’s addressing Yuji now. ]
How does he feel, baby?
[ It’s not like Suguru actually knows for himself. ]
[ Yuji isn’t going to lie and say that Satoru feels better than her husband, because he doesn’t, but he does feel good. He fills her so well, thick and a good length, and she shivers as her hips rock absently over him. For his part, he’s being good and waiting, despite how much he clearly wants to start fucking her.
Her pussy squeezes around him as Suguru gets close, touching her skin, and Satoru groans, his head dropping back. ]
Fuck, Yuji-chan, warn me first…
[ Wiggling, she leans down, resting her head on Satoru’s shoulder. ]
[ Suguru slides his palm up the planes of Yuji's back, flicking open the lubricant's cap. ]
I certainly hope so.
[ He fills his hand with a healthy helping of slick, smearing it over his cock with a few strokes before bringing his dripping fingers between Yuji's legs again. He runs his touch over the stretch and strain of his wife's perfect pussy, tracing the shape of Satoru's cock inside of her, then drifts higher, finding her neglected ass. ]
Ready for more, sweet girl?
[ ... He asks her that, but he's already nudging in his first finger, rubbing and teasing until a flex of muscle draws him in. One digit, quickly joined by a sticky second for a more perfunctory addition of extra lube. They did the bulk of the prep ahead of time, but a smoother slide won't hurt anyone – literally.
He can feel Satoru through the walls of her ass already, and he turns his wrist to see if he can press and drag over his best friend when he slowly fucks his wife open again. ]
[ It feels good, the fingers sliding into her, getting her stretched and open for him. Yuji knows what’s coming, she’s had Suguru’s cock in her ass before, bullying her open for him and making her take it. She likes the slight edge of pain, the way it burns through her and makes her shiver.
She loves it, loves him, the stretch, the fullness, and she moans softly.
Below her, Satoru rocks up, sliding his cock into her, pushing her to take him deeper with a pleased, blissed moan. It rubs her in just the right way, and she whimpers. ]
Gojo-kun… Suguru… Please, fuck me. I need to feel you both inside me.
[ How is Suguru supposed to resist that? His gorgeous wife, already taking one cock and begging for another – it's so obscenely attractive that he's surprised he's held it together this long. Fingers sliding free, Suguru absently wipes his hand on a nearby towel before he moves closer on his knees, bracing Yuji's hip as he grips his cock to guide it against her well-slicked hole. He teases her because he can't help him, rocking and nudging forward without finding purchase yet. ]
Yuji...
[ Suguru sighs her name, warmth and want nearly swarming his senses as he finally presses in. He's careful, slow about all of it as he allows Yuji's body to dictate how quickly he fills her – but once the initial resistance gives way, Suguru can't resist the cloying tightness, the flex and squeeze that drags him deeper until his hips sit flush against her ass. Suguru's eyes squeeze shut, a hiss sucked past his teeth as he leans over Yuji, long dark hair falling messily over his shoulder. ]
Fuck. Fuck. [ What else can he even say? Perfect heat, perfect pressure, perfect emotion – Suguru's usual smooth jabbering falls away as his body adjusts and basks. ]
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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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(Because Megumi knows she represents something different in Satoru's life. She knows they probably wouldn't have met if not for their mutual family ties, whereas Suguru has been a fixture in Satoru's universe for over a decade. He's never done anything to make Megumi worry, but... how can she not feel marginally insignificant trying to measure up to Suguru? She already decided the best way to avoid that jealousy was to tell herself it didn't exist in the first place, so.
Problem solved.)
But Megumi focuses on the moment, drawn free of her own thoughts by Yuji's voice, reminded of the fact that she's still holding a phone and watching the show of her best friend getting railed by her husband. Or, rather, fingerfucked by her husband for now. Hearing Yuji announce her orgasm makes Megumi's fingers resume their tight circles over her clit – not trying to get off yet but unable to resist edging herself relentlessly while she observes.
Suguru, comparatively, relents on Yuji's clit as his wife comes around Satoru's fingers again. He doesn't need to wring ruthless orgasms out of her right now, and it's satisfying enough to see what her sensitive body allows without pushing too hard. Instead, he runs his fingers over the slick, stretched flesh around where Satoru's digits stay hooked inside his wife.
He doesn't pull away fully from Satoru's mouth, keeping the other man close with fingers knotted in his hair as he murmurs – mostly to Satoru, but just the right height for the words to hit Yuji's ear. ]
Now just imagine how perfect she's going to feel coming around your cock next.
[ He chuckles low, the sound rumbling in the back of his throat as his tongue flicks out over Satoru's bottom lip. ]
She practically milks your cum right into her sweet pussy.
[ The more responsible part of Suguru's brain knows they should examine the boundaries they're crossing with closer care, but also— he also didn't fully grasp how much it would affect him to kiss and touch Satoru like this. He's too focused on spoiling Yuji and indulging his most lascivious desires with Satoru there to make them even more intense. ]
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Satoru is, for a moment, too busy kissing and nuzzling into his friend to consider her, flicking his tongue out to chase the taste of Yuji and Suguru together before he hums. The promise of a good fuck is too alluring to ignore, even with the tingling of the kiss, and he shifts.
This is a dance they’re both familiar with. Satoru leans back, sliding up the bed and laying down, stretching out, cock hard and ready for whenever Yuji decides to climb on. It’s easier this way; she can slide down on his cock and be pressed into his chest as her husband claims her ass. It’ll make it more comfortable.
Yuji shifts, ready to go and climb on before she hesitates. Slipping out of Suguru’s grip for a brief moment, she leans up, kissing his jaw, his cheek, nuzzling into his face. He’ll be able to read her like a book, will know what she needs, too accustomed to her moods now - she doesn’t kiss him just yet, just lets her eyes drink him in before she sighs softly. ]
Suguru… I love you.
[ She needs to hear it back. She needs to hear him say it to her, to cast away that aching, sad little ball of confusion inside her so they can enjoy this moment completely. Yuji doesn’t want to end the scene, just desperate for a touch of reassurance, just as she’d offered him when Satoru had claimed her mouth too. ]
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I love you, too, Yuji.
[ He leans in, presses a kiss to her forehead, the tip of her nose as his thumb sweeps tenderly over her cheek. Not a break in the scene or a shift in gear, not really, but a reflection of Suguru's feelings for Yuji that he expresses as easily as breathing. ]
So much.
[ Megumi doesn't say anything, but for the first time, she feels almost like she's intruding. The love in Suguru's gaze is so deeply personal that Megumi feels like she should look away out of respect for Yuji. Or something.
It's a weird feeling that she shoves down with all the rest. ]
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She loves him. She loves him so much.
Nuzzling into him again, she sighs softly before she turns and slips away, crawling over Satoru’s body instead. His hands come up to meet her hips, sliding her over him as his lips curl in that familiar, teasing grin, the kind that makes her want to laugh with him. ]
I’ve been promised a beautiful pussy, Yuji-chan, don’t forget about me now ~
[ Rolling her eyes, Yuji rocks her hips over his cock slowly, grinding her wet cunt over him as a tease before she reaches down to hold him in place. It’s familiar, then, from her evenings with her husband, easy to lift herself and sink down on the hard cock offered to her, head tilted back and moan loud. ]
Gojo-kun…
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Snatching up the bottle of lube, Suguru climbs comfortably behind his wife, leaning down to kiss over Yuji’s shoulder as he sweeps his other hand soothingly along the line of her waist. ]
Good girl.
[ Even though the way he says it sounds a lot like “I love you” did.
Kissing and nuzzling up Yuji’s neck, Suguru lets her adjust. His eyes seek out Satoru’s when he speaks, but he’s addressing Yuji now. ]
How does he feel, baby?
[ It’s not like Suguru actually knows for himself. ]
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[ Yuji isn’t going to lie and say that Satoru feels better than her husband, because he doesn’t, but he does feel good. He fills her so well, thick and a good length, and she shivers as her hips rock absently over him. For his part, he’s being good and waiting, despite how much he clearly wants to start fucking her.
Her pussy squeezes around him as Suguru gets close, touching her skin, and Satoru groans, his head dropping back. ]
Fuck, Yuji-chan, warn me first…
[ Wiggling, she leans down, resting her head on Satoru’s shoulder. ]
Is it your turn, Suguru?
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I certainly hope so.
[ He fills his hand with a healthy helping of slick, smearing it over his cock with a few strokes before bringing his dripping fingers between Yuji's legs again. He runs his touch over the stretch and strain of his wife's perfect pussy, tracing the shape of Satoru's cock inside of her, then drifts higher, finding her neglected ass. ]
Ready for more, sweet girl?
[ ... He asks her that, but he's already nudging in his first finger, rubbing and teasing until a flex of muscle draws him in. One digit, quickly joined by a sticky second for a more perfunctory addition of extra lube. They did the bulk of the prep ahead of time, but a smoother slide won't hurt anyone – literally.
He can feel Satoru through the walls of her ass already, and he turns his wrist to see if he can press and drag over his best friend when he slowly fucks his wife open again. ]
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[ It feels good, the fingers sliding into her, getting her stretched and open for him. Yuji knows what’s coming, she’s had Suguru’s cock in her ass before, bullying her open for him and making her take it. She likes the slight edge of pain, the way it burns through her and makes her shiver.
She loves it, loves him, the stretch, the fullness, and she moans softly.
Below her, Satoru rocks up, sliding his cock into her, pushing her to take him deeper with a pleased, blissed moan. It rubs her in just the right way, and she whimpers. ]
Gojo-kun… Suguru… Please, fuck me. I need to feel you both inside me.
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Yuji...
[ Suguru sighs her name, warmth and want nearly swarming his senses as he finally presses in. He's careful, slow about all of it as he allows Yuji's body to dictate how quickly he fills her – but once the initial resistance gives way, Suguru can't resist the cloying tightness, the flex and squeeze that drags him deeper until his hips sit flush against her ass. Suguru's eyes squeeze shut, a hiss sucked past his teeth as he leans over Yuji, long dark hair falling messily over his shoulder. ]
Fuck. Fuck. [ What else can he even say? Perfect heat, perfect pressure, perfect emotion – Suguru's usual smooth jabbering falls away as his body adjusts and basks. ]
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