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[ 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. ]

Gojo-kun…

[ 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. ]

He feels good. Incredible.

[ 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?

[ 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. ]

Suguru…

[ 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. ]

[ It feels incredible, it feels so perfectly good that all Yuji can do is moan, holding herself in place as her husband pushes inside her. It’s a lot, and she feels full, enough that there’s a little strain, a burning inside of her as she swallows. For a little while, Yuji has to force herself to breathe in and out as she’s given time to adjust.

It’s not the same as playing with toys, messing around alone or with her husband. It’s intense, and her fingers scratch over Gojo’s chest as she shivers, leaning lower, closer as her face presses into his skin, her eyes damp as she resists the urge to cry from the overstimulation.

Gojo’s hands are careful as they move to hold her hips, to keep her steady as his best friend fucks into her, grinding in and wheezing out his own little moan. ]

Suguru, Yuji-kun… You both feel so good.

[ Yuji moans softly at the praise, hips wobbling. ]

[ Physically, Suguru can't fully relate to what Yuji is experiencing – but he can imagine the demand on her body, how different this is from fingers and toys and taking one person. He's in no rush to start moving, content to run his hands over his wife's sides, touching her everywhere he can reach with slow, soothing strokes. He leans down, low enough to kiss Yuji's shoulder, the nape of her neck, unbothered by the sheen of sweat that he's sure is reflected on his own skin. ]

You're doing amazing, Yuji. [ His voice is rough, gravelly, the strain obvious in his tone. ]

So perfect for us.

[ Suguru can't resist a faint rock and grind against Yuji, gently claiming her insides and preparing to move when she's ready for more. He doesn't want to rush this, doesn't want to hurt her or leave her in pain afterwards, but holy fuck, this is a lot more intense than he expected it to be. It's not like this is the first time he's done this or shared a woman with his best friend, but it's the first time he's cared so much. It's the first time his heart has been truly involved, and in the same way those feelings intensify the whole experience, they also muddle everything, leave it feeling less clear and less defined than things used to be. ]

[ Yuji sinks into the moment like sliding into a pool, a rush of intense feeling that makes her bite her lip. She knows both of the men inside of her are taking it easy, giving her time to adjust, to relax around them, and her lips are damp from where she’s been licking them. As she feels Suguru lean down she twitches, tightening around them both, her heart pounding in her chest.

She loves Suguru so much, and that thought empowers her, makes her burn as she shifts, starting to rock between them. As Yuji’s hips shift she knows that she can’t take too much right away, pushing back into Suguru even as she moans from how much it is.

It’s so much, she’s so full, agonised with it, and she groans.

Gojo seems to be taking it easy, letting Suguru take the lead, and it’s almost too much for her all over again. ]

Please… Please…?

[ Suguru knows his wife well enough to see how overwhelmed she is – but he also knows her so well that concern doesn't make him pull the ripcord or pump the brakes. Give her time, let her body and her senses adjust – and worst case scenario, it's too much and they reevaluate. It's not like Suguru would be put out by simply taking his turn fucking Yuji after Satoru; experiencing his wife's pleasure is just as satisfying as participating in driving her up the wall. Her comfort is ultimately the most important thing to Suguru, and he doesn't care how much they do or how far they go.

He only cares about seeing Yuji happy.

Nuzzling behind her ear, Suguru kisses where he can reach, meeting her pleas by pushing forward, sliding deeper into Yuji and rocking her against Satoru in the process. ]

Please what, baby? [ Another kiss, a gentle squeeze of his strong hand on her hip. ]

Is it too much?

Ahh…

[ Suguru leans closer, pushing into her a little more, and she whines with it. It feels like too much, but it isn’t, because it feels as if all her nerve endings are on fire. Slowly, carefully, she begins to move her hips, sliding her body between the two men, breathing out a soft noise before she swallows and turns her head, her expression filled with the adoration of love and the bliss of being fucked.

Nuzzling into him, she smiles softly. ]

Suguru. I need you to move. I can handle it, I promise I can. Please, fuck me?

[ Her cunt twitches, squeezing around Gojo, who moans aloud. ]

[ Well, he's certainly not going to argue with that.

Kissing her cheek once more, both hands settle on Yuji's hips as Suguru braces to draw back and then rock forward, filling Yuji all over again as he slides his cock deeper. The lube makes everything frictionless but no less intense, and Suguru groans freely as he starts to find his rhythm. Not too fast, not too rough, but steady, relentless. ]

Yuji— God, you're so tight—

[ And he can feel Satoru through the barriers of flesh, cocks grinding against each other without actually making contact. Fuck, that's hot too. (He's really going to have to try to distract himself with less attractive thoughts if he wants to hold out for any span of time.) ]

[ As Suguru begins to move, Satoru does the same, moving his hips in a twinned but opposite motion to his best friend. As soon as Suguru drags his cock out of Yuji, Satoru pushes his in as deep as he can get, rocking into Yuji with a low moan. It means she always has a cock in her as they trust, and it’s obvious the effect it’s having on her.

Yuji does her best to keep in time with them both, to rock her hips gently, but it’s soon too much for her. All she’s able to do is shiver with a moan, body trapped between the two of them as they take their pleasure from her. It’s too good, it’s delicious, and she whines with it, low in her throat. ]

Suguru… Gojo-kun… It’s so good, it’s perfect, thank you…

[ Suguru adjusts with Yuji, leaning over her as he and Satoru fall into rhythm together. He doesn’t have a good view of Yuji’s expression right now, but he can look down at his best friend, watch that handsome face contort with pleasure. His wife’s moans and babbling praise hits his ear beautifully, and he presses his mouth to her shoulder, alternating between nipping and kissing at skin he can reach. ]

You’re perfect, Yuji… you’re taking us so well, you feel amazing…

[ He maintains that effortless pace with Satoru for a while longer before he lingers on a thrust, waiting until Satoru pulls out to shove back inside Yuji in time with Satoru. ]

Fuck, you’re so full of us…

[ Yuji can't help the way she is babbling nonsense, falling apart, the pressure of being filled so perfectly inspiring the most delicious noises from her. She whimpers as her husband grinds into her, moans as Satoru fills her cunt, and she shakes between them as she rocks and tries to find her own pleasure. She could come again so easily, she knows that, but at the same time it's agonising: she's too full, she's too desperate, and it burns inside her.

She won't come until they do, she thinks, or until their fingers seek out her clit and give her the reason to fall to pieces.

Lifting her head, she breathes out, licking her lips, red and needy. ]

I can feel it... Suguru, I can feel you both so perfectly.

[ Satoru reaches out, pressing his fingers against her stomach, and he swears he can feel his own cock pressing through her skin. ]

Gojo-kun... [ As soon as they're both inside of her, she chokes out a moan, collapsing down on Satoru's chest, shaking with pleasure. ]

[ Suguru sinks down over Yuji, bracing his weight above the other two with both hands planted beside Satoru's head. Panting for breath, shaking as he holds himself inside of Yuji, he presses his forehead against his wife's shoulder. He's trying not to come immediately, trying not to cut this short, but how can he hold back when they've been playing with Yuji already, when this is the hottest thing he's experienced in ages? ]

Fuck, Yuji… Satoru…

[ And he moans out Satoru’s name, lifting his head to seek out his best friend’s gaze again as his vision swims and his cock throbs powerfully inside his wife. He’s trying to hold back, trying not to come too fast, but Yuji feels so perfect that Suguru is overwhelmed. ]

Give me a second…

[ It's rare that Yuji gets to hear her husband so broken, so desperate for her, but this is a particularly rare situation. Having another real cock inside of her is vastly different from one of their toys as they played with each other, so she can understand - she feels it too. It's explosive, the way she burns with want and need, the way she shivers, turning her head to watch him with dark eyes.

Satoru shifts, rocking into Yuji even as Suguru stays still, his lips curling into a pleased, smug expression. ]

No. I want to see it, Suguru. Don't you want to fill your pretty wife with our come? You can always fuck her again later.

[ He keeps thrusting, grinding into Yuji's cunt even as she moans brokenly, shivering with a bite to her lip. ]

[ Of course Satoru’s smug voice and taunting lilt just make Suguru throb inside of Yuji, and it’s a miracle he doesn’t explode on the spot. Fingers digging into the bed, he manages to nod as his hips resume their rhythm almost on instinct, chasing after his own pleasure and satisfaction because he needs it. He wants to leave Yuji dripping and full, and just the idea of seeing his gorgeous wife utterly fucked-out, stuffed with cum that’s not all his—

Suguru doesn’t have the presence of mind to cut through his pleasure now. He wants to come, needs it, and he wants to do it shoved up against his best friend’s cock. ]

Yuji— Satoru, I’m coming, fuck—

[ The warning comes gasped out, so quickly before Suguru’s rhythm stutters to a halt as he shoves himself as deeply as he can manage inside his wife’s perfect ass. Every pulse of climax accompanies a burst of cum, and it leaves him weak-kneed and lightheaded. Cursing between names and snippets of praise, he holds himself above the other two, trying to resist the urge to collapse against Yuji completely. ]

[ Yuji can feel it as soon as Suguru comes, the way it fills her, hot alongside the thick, solid weight of his cock staying buried inside her. It makes her shake with her own want, teetering on the edge, but not being sure how to push herself over that edge. Luckily, it seems as if Satoru is going to take charge now.

Satoru rocks up into her cunt, even as his own hands shake from the feeling of seeing his best friend come. He grinds his cock up into Yuji, rocking into her, and his hand slips down to feel the way his cock slides into her cunt. He's not touching her clit yet, but he presses his fingers against the lips of her gently.

His cheeks are flushed, and he's smug as he tilts his head, rocking into her. ]

Suguru. Make your wife come, so I can fill her up. Don't you want to see her dripping? Don't you want to taste it? Make her come, so I can come.

[ How is Suguru supposed to resist that? He’s shaken back to his senses by Satoru’s voice, and he breathes out on a hum of immediate agreement as he shifts to rest on one forearm, pressing down against Yuji as his other hand ducks between Satoru and Yuji’s bodies, finding the point where his wife is joined with his best friend. His fingers brush gently over the back of Satoru’s hand before drifting higher, locating Yuji’s clit with practiced ease.

He presses a hot kiss to her neck, groaning into her skin. ]

Come for us again, Yuji. [ His voice rumbles against her, nearly a purr filled to the brim with affection. ]

Such a good girl around our cocks, come for us and let Satoru feel just how tight and perfect that pussy is.

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