[ Voice rough with pleasure, Suguru curls one hand around the curve of Yuji's skull, half-guiding and half-pinning Yuji in place as his eager submissive rocks backwards in time with Satoru like the cockslut he is. It's so tantalizing to enjoy this view of Yuji, to see his reactions and the effect this all has on his boy. He didn't realize this would be so goddamn attractive, but as he often coos over Yuji, his boy was made for this.
Panting, shudders running along his spine, Suguru can't resist falling into Satoru's rhythm, rocking his hips up into Yuji's mouth as Satoru retracts, always keeping Yuji filled. ]
Making Daddy so proud, baby boy... [ Growled-out praise, his fingers snarling in Yuji's hair as he keeps bucking, grinding, fucking his submissive's throat with abandon because he knows Yuji can take it.
From his cushion next to the bed, Megumi watches with wide eyes, unable to conceal his fixation on watching his dominant fucking his best friend. He feels like he almost has no idea where to look, whether he should be focused on Gojo or Yuji, but it's a feast of debauchery, kicking the sparks of arousal even brighter, hotter, until Megumi has to grind the heel of his palm against his persistent erection through his sweats. Satoru is always gorgeous, not that Megumi likes being effusive about it, but something about Yuji in this moment makes Megumi's heart skip a little beat. ]
[ The praise has Yuji moaning around Suguru again, soft and quiet, shivering as he's rocked between the two men, letting himself be used and taken care of in turn.
It's always felt good, being on his knees and being filled with Suguru; be it his mouth or his ass, a cock pressed into him and giving him exactly what he wants. He knows that some of it is his nature, his natural expression of submission, that comes hand in hand with who he is. Yuji enjoys this, letting himself bask in it, cheeks flushed and lips a bright, beautiful red as he enjoys himself.
Moaning around Suguru, muffled, has him complete putty in his daddy's hands, even as the man behind him continues to press into him, fucking into him, starting to get harder, more deliberate with his grinds. Satoru wants to take and take, and he grips at Yuji's hips with a strength enough to bruise, rocking into him.
He turns his head, glancing out of the corner of his eye, and he spots his own sweet boy pressing a hand between his legs, trying to stave away his own pleasure, and his smirk grows wider. ]
Suguru... Look at my darling boy. Look at how he's staring.
[ Megumi freezes like a deer in headlights as soon as Satoru draws attention to him. He can feel the dominants' weighty gazes as Suguru focuses away from his own submissive to fix dark, heated eyes on Megumi. Almost on reflex, Megumi's shoulders hunch by his ears, the flush in his cheeks brightening from the exposure rather than simple arousal as his hands leave his cock and curl on his knees again. His erection is still obvious, thanks to the loose sweats, and Megumi knows he has no way to hide it.
Chuckling low in his chest, Suguru casts Megumi a wicked grin. ]
Oh, he looks so cute, Satoru~ All needy and denied.
[ A flicker of inspiration, and Suguru manages to still his own rhythm, reluctant but firm as he drags Yuji off of his cock by a fistful of pink hair. Suguru leans back on his other hand, luxuriating among the pillows as he directs Yuji by his hair to look over at Megumi. ]
Megumi's so worked up watching you take Satoru's cock, baby boy. I bet he's dying to get his hands on you, too.
[ The blush on Megumi's face darkens, chin dipped to hide behind his bangs. He's not arguing with Suguru, not leaping to dispute the claims because— well, Suguru isn't wrong. Megumi, at a baseline, is attracted to Yuji, so painfully fond of the other submissive – which is a feat for Megumi, who still doesn't even care for Suguru much and the man has been around for years. But Yuji found a place in Megumi's chest not already occupied by Satoru and the love Megumi feels for him, and Yuji has made himself at home there. ]
[ The sound that Yuji makes when he's dragged off and away from Suguru's cock can only be described as something like a pained whine, frustrated and sad at being denied, petulant and pouty as he glances up at his dominant with wide eyes and a lick of his lips. When he swallows, he leans into the way that Suguru pulls at his hair, unfocused, until his head is turned to the side, and he's forced to look over at Megumi.
He does look pretty, blushing and cute as he watches Yuji get fucked and taken, pressed between these two men and being used for their pleasure. It makes him feel good, and he didn't realise how nice it would feel to be watched like this.
Leaning back, he looks up at Suguru for a moment, eyes flickering over his face before he smiles, leaning in to nuzzle at his hip gently. ]
If daddy gives him permission, maybe one day...
[ He presses his nose to the bottom of Suguru's cock, kissing it absently.
Behind him, Satoru groans, leaning down to press kisses against Yuji's skin, littering the pale expanse with soft marks, teasing the freckles out of him. Apparently, the idea of his own submissive touching or fucking Yuji doesn't lack appeal for him. ]
[ Yuji always looks so good beneath Suguru, always gorgeous on his knees, so ready and willing to take everything Suguru gives him. He's so eager that he never leaves Suguru room to wonder, no space for doubt about whether or not Yuji wants this. The fear of coercive control falls by the wayside, especially with all the time and effort Yuji has put into learning how to express himself.
Suguru loves him all the more for that, for how he quiets Suguru's anxieties about the world they live in. Never banished, never erased, but the prickling hatred is starting to feel like a far-off memory.
Eyes flicking up to watch Satoru increase his pace, the deep rumble of his friend's pleasure makes Suguru's own cock throb against Yuji's face, leaving a smear of saliva everywhere they make contact. He looks back to the submissive between his legs, smirking as he rocks his hips, dick rubbing across the boy's cheek, his forehead; Suguru can't help but love the way it marks Yuji with spit and precum alike. ]
What do you think, Satoru? Should we let them play together someday?
[ A strangled little sound ekes out of Megumi, more like a catch in his breathing, but Suguru notices immediately.
With a little laugh, ]
I don't think I've ever seen your boy be that excited about anything. [ Except Satoru, when Megumi is being a good boy for his daddy instead of a challenging brat. ]
[ After their miscommunication about their feelings, how close they’d come to lose one another forever, Yuji didn’t want to risk anything coming between them again. He’s more forthcoming with his safe words, more comfortable saying what he does and doesn’t like, more able to express him - and he knows Suguru appreciates it. He knows this is making them strong, not weak.
It means he can enjoy himself without fear of breaking, without fear full stop.
The cock rubs over his face, colouring him, marking him, and Yuji hums softly as he leans forward and opens his mouth once more, to offer it and his tongue to his dominant. His eyes do flicker over to Megumi, though, curious, interested, even as he huffs out breathy little sighs at each thrust Satoru gives him. He’s getting closer and closer, but he knows better than to come without permission.
Suguru is in control of that.
Behind him, still grinding into him, cock long and wonderful, Satoru feels like a gift, and Yuji wiggles as he presses back, able to rock more now. Satoru might be a touch distracted, but he knows how to fuck, and he does it well, pushing and shifting to judge Yuji’s legs open wider. ]
He knows how to behave when he wants something. I can’t blame him, not with how tight and hot your Yuji-kun is… Who wouldn’t want to be buried deep in here?
[ His eyes flick up to his best friend’s, blazing with heat. ]
[ The flaming blush in Megumi's cheeks isn't going anywhere. The dominants talk about him like he isn't in the room, which is also weirdly hot? Megumi has no idea why and trying to identify it feels like a futile waste; why not simply enjoy the heat that it sets simmering in his belly like molten gold? He still doesn't reach for his cock, focused intently on everything happening in front of him.
Smirk widening as he meets Satoru's fiercely blue eyes, Suguru rocks his hips forward, cock grinding over Yuji's proffered tongue, teasing into his mouth again without diving forward and claiming it yet. ]
Yeah? Then why don't you fill him up, Satoru? My boy is one hell of a cumslut.
[ Suguru looks down at Yuji again, unyielding grip in the boy's hair. ]
Isn't that right, Yuji? You're Daddy's eager little cumdump, aren't you?
[ He steadies his cock with his other hand, tapping it teasingly against Yuji's tongue. ]
[ Satoru reaches down to hold Yuji open with both hands now, moving away from his hold into his hips, and it means his hole - the rough shove of his cock into it, thrusting harder - is obvious, not quite gaping but definitely showing how wrecked Yuji himself is feeling. He's burning with his need to come, his want for pleasure, and when he tilts his head up he whines at Suguru.
He doesn't want to be teased any more, but he knows how Suguru works, how his daddy is going to treat him, and that means he knows that he's not going to get out of this so easy. It means, when he licks his lips, tongue brushing over Suguru's cock, he's going to get the full front of it sooner rather than later.
The tug on his hair is perfect, and his eyes flicker, lidded. ]
I want it, daddy. I want to taste you, and I want Satoru to feel good.
[ Behind him, Satoru groans, fingers moving away to stroke over Yuji's stomach, stretching over him to push nails into his skin, twisting at his nipples. ]
[ Suguru wishes Yuji could see just how gorgeous he looks when he's enjoying himself. He wishes Yuji had any idea how irresistible the submissive is when he's pleading on his knees and loving the pain, the pleasure, and begging for more. It makes Suguru want so possessively to devour the boy whole – like that's even possible. ]
Such a good boy for your Daddy, Yuji.
[ And the reward for Yuji is the return of his Daddy's cock, claiming that waiting throat as he shoves Yuji down to meet the thrust of his hips. ]
Mmmm, fuck yes, baby... A perfect slut, my perfect boy...
[ Panting, allowing the whirlwind of arousal, heat, and thrill to sweep him away, Suguru's fingers tighten almost brutally as he fucks the snug, wet channel of Yuji's throat – because he knows his boy can take it. He knows Yuji was made for this, that he delights in it, and the best way Suguru can shower him in praise is, well.
Showering him with cum. (Metaphorically speaking.)
Suguru's gaze finally leaves Yuji to seek Satoru's again, dark chocolate and blue skies when their eyes lock. It's been— who fucking knows how long since the last time they were this close, this sexually intimate, and he's sure that's part of what makes this feel so intense - two people that he loves (loved? loves) enjoying themselves, enjoying each other. Because something about it being Satoru who touches Yuji doesn't bother Suguru in the slightest; if anything, the people are what make it so hot. ]
[ Eyes are glued to Yuji, the tilt of his head and the fingers in his hair, as he's pushed back down on Suguru's cock; Satoru is staring at them as he fucks the submissive below him, as he takes his pleasure without any account for Yuji's own (because that is his domainant's job to worry over, to deal with, to give permission for - not his, not when he is here for his own pleasure and for the sake of their mutual enjoyment).
If it was Megumi, he'd make the sweet boy come in his own way, but this is for Suguru to decide upon.
The surprise of the cock back down his throat has Yuji groaning a choked off sound, almost spluttering around it before he sinks back into the familiar, letting himself enjoy it. His eyes close and he lets himself curl his tongue, the sounds obscene and intimate as he gives Suguru all that he can, just to please his daddy the most.
At the same time, Satoru is leaning over, long-limbed and beautiful, trying to reach his friend with the tilt of his head and the flicker of his lashes. ]
Suguru... Fill him. I want to see him swallow your come.
[ One hand lifts, moving up and away from Yuji's skin, to wrap around Suguru's head instead, curling into his hair and scratching nails against his scalp. Satoru leans in, eyes dark and filled with desire, his own orgasm not too far away. ]
[ Suguru has already decided it would be a waste to make Yuji come all over the blankets on his knees like this; Satoru and Megumi won't get to appreciate the gorgeous sight of Yuji finally achieving release. But he knows his boy is patient, and he has no doubts they'll have time to rearrange, reposition before they're "finished."
But because his boy is so patient, Suguru doesn't waste an ounce of thought on his orgasm now.
That will come later.
Suguru leans in to meet Satoru, just barely stretching over Yuji's back and not displacing his eager sub's mouth. He flashes Satoru a breathless grin, the hand not in Yuji's hair hooking around the back of Satoru's neck to pull him mutually close. Still riding that edge, still so near to falling over the precipice, Suguru's lips hover over his best friend's, not kissing him until—. ]
Fuck—
[ The orgasm catches Suguru by surprise, but as the thread of tension snaps, Suguru steals that kiss and jerks his hips forward one last time. His groans are muffled into Satoru's mouth, the kiss all panted breaths and slick tongue, snippets of praise and names that are as ragged as his moaning. Suguru trembles with it, shaking through the waves of pleasure before he finally has to break away, desperately gasping down oxygen. ]
[ Yuji can’t really see the kiss. It’s not for his pleasure or entertainment now, nothing for him to do except take and enjoy the utter bliss that comes hand in hand with Suguru rocking into him and giving him what he’s been wanting since they started to do this together. He loves the moment when this happens, when he can feel his dominant rocking into him, grinding into him to make him take and take, pressing deep into his throat.
If he was anyone else, he’d be choking, gagging around the cock buried into him, but he’s not anyone else. He’s Suguru’s submissive, and he can handle this.
Eyes closed, Yuji does his best to swallow everything that’s given to him, practiced and accustomed to taking it from Suguru with all the happiness that he can muster. It’s not easy, necessarily, but it feels good, and he rocks his own hips forward absently, chasing the feeling of pleasure that he won’t get any time soon.
Satoru devours Suguru’s mouth with his own, letting himself be gripped and held as he pushes into him with a quiet little groan. He’s still rocking into Yuji, but his pleasure is secondary right now, second to the way he wants to devour his friend and keep him close, sucking at his lip absently. ]
[ Yuji swallows like the good boy that he is. If Suguru had planned more carefully, he might have pulled out and come in Yuji's mouth, ordered his submissive to hold it on his tongue and show everyone, but the temptation to be buried as deeply as possible is too damn strong. He only draws back when the oversensitivity prickles up the back of his neck in jolting sparks, finally sliding free of Yuji's heat and softening the fingers in his boy's hair. Affectionate approval, praise without words as he pets Yuji's pink locks back, carding through so gently as Suguru pants for breath, as his body trembles from head to toe with the powerful climax.
Reluctant though he is to let go of Satoru, his muscles feel like jelly. Suguru steals another kiss from his best friend, searing and intense before he releases the other man. Flopping back into the mountain of pillows allows Suguru to properly look down into Yuji's face, flushed and slack-jawed and perfect.
Without dragging him away from Satoru or disrupting the rhythm of Satoru's rocking, Suguru readjusts and scoots down the bed, half-drawing Yuji up into his arms. It gives Suguru access to press kisses over his sweet boy's face, to nuzzle in close and hold him while his best friend is railing Yuji's sweet ass. ]
That's my good, good boy, Yuji... [ His praise is half-purr, half-growl, all warmth and love for Yuji. ]
[ Of course, Yuji swallows, because there's nothing else he would do. It's exactly what he wants, exactly what he desires, to be on his knees, or here like this, and the delight he feels when Suguru comes for him feels remarkable. It feels powerful, to know that he was good enough, wonderful enough to be able to make the man feel that good, to be overcome with pleasure. It feels like a gift and a blessing each and every time.
Suguru shifts down, settling comfortably under him, and he leans up, tilting his body to nuzzle into his dominant as best he can, kissing over his skin and making soft, breathless sounds. With nothing in his mouth to muffle him, quiet him, the groans that come hand in hand with Satoru fucking into him all the harder.
It's not going to take much longer, Yuji thinks, not with the way that Satoru is grinding into him, rocking harder into him, and the sounds that the man behind him is making are just as incredible as the sounds Suguru had been making. It makes Yuji prickle, it makes him burn, and he presses his mouth into Suguru's neck as he whines, low and deep. ]
Daddy, can I... Can I please...
[ He can't come without permission, and Satoru knows it, lips curling into a smirk as he starts to fuck into Yuji with a newfound determination, to come himself before Yuji does - it's hard, the slap of their skin echoing in the room, pushing Yuji forward into Suguru's body, and he groans. It doesn't take too much longer for his own orgasm to overtake him, filling Yuji, leaning over his body with breathless, wanting noises. ]
[ Truly the only downside to using Yuji's mouth is that Suguru is deprived of the delicious moans and mewls that rise from his submissive's throat. Yuji always sounds amazing when he's enjoying himself, and if Suguru hadn't just come, he'd be bricked-up all over again hearing Yuji get fucked by Suguru's best friend.
Suguru holds Yuji as his submissive whines and moans, as he takes every thrust of Satoru's not-insignificant cock. Cooing praise to his boy, pressing kisses everywhere, his gaze falls on Satoru again when the fierce pounding halts. He watches avidly as Satoru trembles and groans through his own orgasm, leaving Yuji between them (and Megumi, technically, from his spot on the floor) unsatisfied and beautifully hard. ]
Almost, baby. Almost.
[ Not yet. ]
When Satoru lets you move, baby boy, you're going to get in my lap again and look at Megumi. [ Suguru plans to arrange Yuji with the younger man's back against Suguru's chest, to let everyone see exactly how desperate and needy Yuji gets from something as filthy as pleasing two dominants at once.
Megumi is startled out of his intense focus by the sound of his name, and he blinks rapidly, trying to follow Suguru's trail of thought.
Fortunately, Suguru doesn't leave him long to wonder.]
Mmm, Satoru, what do you think? Would Megumi want my boy's cum on his face?
[ The way Megumi blushes and his cock throbs in his sweats says "yes." ]
[ Satoru lets himself lean into Yuji, keeping his cock in place for a few brief moments, allowing Yuji to be his sleeve, to be a home for his spent body before he manages to bring himself back together and breathe out. As fun as it might be to stay inside Yuji until the boy is permitted to come, that wasn't part of the agreement or their negotiation, so he slips out, giving a cute little smack to the boy's backside as he settles down, resting against the bed with a soft hum of pleasure.
He gets to watch now, and he feels a sense of pride at how utterly desperate Yuji seems, especially being empty on two fronts now.
Lifting his head, Yuji leans in, nuzzling at Suguru, kissing his skin, his jaw, closing his eyes and basking, even when he's still desperately needy and wanting. His cock is hard, red and desperate between his legs, but his attention is on Suguru and nothing else, even with another man's come starting to drip from him.
The whisper of Megumi's name has Yuji leans up, though, eyes widening for a moment, before Satoru waves his hand with a lazy, smug little grin. ]
Mm, he likes facials. He's been a good boy, so he can have it, if he'd like.
[ It's the first thing Megumi has said the entire time, the first real break in his position as an observer. The guttural, ragged tone betrays how eager he is for it, too. He rises from his kneeling, crawling closer to the side of the bed as Suguru manhandles Yuji into position, practically lifting Yuji into his arms to rearrange. Suguru sits on the edge of the bed, Yuji held close, shoulders to Suguru's broad chest, with his thighs spread open and his knees straddling Suguru's lap. Cock exposed and the mess of lube and cum obvious on Yuji's skin, Megumi stares wide-eyed at Yuji, utterly enraptured by the other submissive. Megumi isn't even looking at Suguru, not really, too enthralled with his own friend (his only one, ever).
Suguru's smirk is so smug over Yuji's shoulder, and he casts one quick glance Satoru's way before he refocuses on the younger man in his lap, one strong hand traveling down the tensing muscles of Yuji's abdomen. ]
Is your boy usually this much of a cumslut, Satoru, or is Yuji just special?
[ He chuckles as he nudges Yuji's hips up, briefly pausing to gather some of the sticky seed escaping his sweet boy's hole, smearing it over his palm. Satisfied that'll be plenty additional lubrication with Yuji's own precum, Suguru closes that pocket of hot skin around Yuji's neglected cock, squeezing tight – but not painfully. ]
[ Yuji is easy to move, manipulate, twist - Suguru is strong, so despite his stocky frame, despite the fact that he's filled with muscle and power of his own, Suguru is just as strong as he is. He's tugged and adjusted, leaning against his dominant's body, legs wide open as he shivers, leaning back. It's suddenly so warm, a chest pressed against his back, Megumi in front of him, and he can't help the way he looks down.
Their eyes meet, he thinks, and Yuji's blush gets all the more violent, his swallow of air a choked off moan, his entire body twitching almost a little, biting the inside of his cheek, shifting and rocking in Suguru's grip.
Behind them all, Satoru moves over, letting his arms wrap around Suguru from behind, leaning down over him to tuck his head beside his friend to look down at his own submissive. ]
I think Yuji is just special. Maybe they like each other too, hm?
[ He nuzzles absently into his friend's face, enjoying the closeness after years of being apart. ]
Make sure you have your pretty little mouth open, Megumi. You don't want to waste anything.
[ Yuji, moaning in Suguru's arms, tilts his head back and rocks his hips forward, into the tight grip on his cock, voice choked off and unsure. He wants to come, he wants this so much, but he can't - not until he has permission. Not until he's allowed. ]
[ Suguru realized fairly soon after they both received their designations as teenagers that the nature of his relationship with Satoru couldn't stay the same. Satoru's birthday came first, and when he was deemed a dominant, Suguru assumed that his own birthday a few months later would slot him in neatly alongside his best friend as a fresh submissive. That was the way the world was supposed to work: bonds mattered, established relationships mattered, and it should all work itself out in the end. That was what Suguru heard from his parents, that was what he learned from every teacher on the matter.
Now, years removed, Suguru is able to see the underlying political elements at play. Satoru was the heir to his clan when they were teenagers, and that comes along with expectations. Despite his surname, Megumi is technically part of the Zenin clan, and that's far more appealing to the powers-that-be than a no-name random Satoru met in school. Suguru will always wondered what strings were pulled or how much money changed hands, but these days, years removed, it doesn't matter.
It especially doesn't matter because Suguru's lot in life has brought him Yuji. As deeply as Suguru loved (loves) Satoru, there's a dark, angry piece of Suguru's heart that never healed – and it's only started repairing now because of Yuji.
But this intimacy with Satoru had to be packed away with the rest of Suguru's powerful emotions if he was going to stay in Satoru's life. Suguru knew it wouldn't be fair to any of their assignments or himself (or in the eyes of the government) if Suguru acted like nothing was different with Satoru and continued their whatever-it-was before their designations, so— it's been a long fucking time since Suguru was close to Satoru like this. His best friend would never seemingly tire of treating Suguru like an oversized teddy bear or invading Suguru's personal space on a whim, but that feels normal, more a development of their friendship than an expression of romantic love.
That was enough for Suguru.
Suguru's smile is— softer, not quite as twisted in hedonistic excitement, and he turns his face long enough to knock his nose against Satoru's, brief flickers of affection before he refocuses on Yuji. He can feel his boy struggling to resist coming, feel him riding that edge and desperately leaning away from it. So close, and Suguru loves it.
Obediently from his spot on the floor, Megumi leans forward, mouth open and tongue extended as he tries not to shake apart with his own eagerness.
Suguru presses a kiss to Yuji's temple as he holds Yuji fast around the waist with one arm, other hand picking up the pace as he strokes Yuji. ]
My good, good boy... So good for your Daddy and Satoru. [ Nipping at his boy's ear, he purrs the permission against the flushed shell. ]
You earned it, baby. [ Faster, his wrist flicks as he adjusts the aim of Yuji's cock, pointing the swollen, dripping head at Megumi's face. ]
[ Satoru has always adored Suguru, has always wanted to be around him, near him - and even if the depth of their love had been denied him, he had been pleased to recognise that their friendship would survive, would stay strong. Watching Suguru and his train of submissives, no one good enough for him, no one able to stay, had made him ache inside - at heart, he had wanted for his dearest and only friend to find some kind of joy and happiness in the world, to find his own kind of bliss.
The bliss that he had found with his own submissive, the joy that being with Megumi brings him. Their partnership might have started out as a manipulation, a rich dominant getting an important submissive, but they've carved out their own sweet spot of joy and warmth in the world. Seeing Geto getting his own, finding his own excitement, his own love, has been a delight to see, something that has made him so, so desperately happy.
They nuzzle together, they lean into each other, find their happiness, but it's not as sexual as it might have been. They can kiss and touch one another, but their affection, the truth of their hearts, is focused on the boys in front of them. He kisses Suguru's cheek, knowing he's in safe hands with Yuji, wiggling and moaning into his arms.
Yuji twitches, rocking into Suguru's touch, into the hand around his cock, and his dark, lidded eyes gaze down at Megumi with a flush, a whine of something in the low, hoarse tone of his throat, and oh, oh, it's too good, his ass leaking with Satoru's come, his dominant behind him, muttering filth and praise to him. How is he meant to survive, to hold off, when it feels so perfectly good?
His back arches a little, his body tenses, and he stares, flushed, at Megumi as he comes, painting his tongue and face with the white of his come, shuddering in Suguru's arms. ]
[ Yuji is as beautiful when he comes as always – but for Megumi, seeing Yuji like this for the first time, it's so intense, so gorgeous. He can only appreciate it until the other submissive's body coils taut, and Megumi's eyes drop immediately to Suguru's hand jerking off Yuji. He can't look away as that swollen cock disappears and reappears from the snug sleeve of Suguru's palm, and he's ready for it when the first rope of cum streaks over his cheek, catching the corner of his mouth. The second lands on his tongue, but Suguru is less careful with the aim as he briefly jerks Yuji off faster, trying to keep him riding that high of orgasm long enough for a few additional spurts of cum. White coats Megumi's chin, glazing his tongue, his mouth, and Megumi shudders as he desperately stays still from his spot on the floor.
Or, well, he remains frozen until Suguru starts to release Yuji's spent cock. The older man unfurls his cum-covered fingers and prepares to deal with the mess—
—and then Megumi darts forward, wrapping his lips hungrily around two of Suguru's digits and lapping away the additional remnants of Yuji's seed. (And some of Satoru's, helpfully gathered up from Yuji's ass for some easy access lube.)
Rather than look alarmed or displeased, Suguru watches Megumi with lifted brows, turning his hand to give Megumi more access instead. ]
He’s always been a slut for come, I should’ve expected it.
[ Yuji barely pays attention to Satoru, the way he absently leans into Suguru to watch, stroking hands over his skin gently. His eyes are glued to Megumi and nothing else.
He’s been in this position - but he’d hated it, before. Being forced to do this kind of thing, bullied into it with blindfolds and restraints. Seeing Megumi enjoying himself after his own obvious pleasure has Yuji’s spent cock twitching, as if it’s desperate to get hard again, to fill with desire at seeing his friend so happy and content even without his own orgasm.
Seeing his friend lick up his come, swallow it…
Wiggling out of Suguru’s grip, Yuji slides to his knees without thinking. This isn’t something they’ve talked about, but it feels right to do, to lift one hand to curl into Megumi’s hair, to lick his tongue over mouth and skin to clean away his own come, then to push in for a kiss, forcing the taste into his friend’s mouth.
He moans into Megumi, and behind him, Satoru whistles softly. ]
[ This wasn't part of the negotiation, but the fact that Yuji feels bold enough to slide out of his lap and kiss Megumi without anxiously seeking permission is significant - so much so that Suguru is far more curious than bothered. Ultimately, he trusts both men in this room with Yuji, his heart and his body, so this just feels like an extension of the intimacies that have built steadily between Yuji and Megumi. Suguru is glad to see it, rather than feeling threatened or worried – and, actually? Yuji is just so attractive to Suguru that he enjoys seeing Yuji do anything, even kissing other men.
Suguru doesn't try to stop Yuji or drag him back. He leans into Satoru's chest, sliding his clean hand around the nape of Satoru's neck to hold his friend closer while his eyes still avidly devour the obscenely hot pair Yuji and Megumi make in front of them. Suguru laughs, a rumbling chuckle in the back of his throat. ]
To tell you the truth, I didn't know he had it in him.
[ But Suguru's voice is so fond as he looks on with a smile.
Megumi, meanwhile, is only momentarily paralyzed by the shock of Yuji dropping to his knees, strong fingers sinking in dark hair and pinning him in place. By the time Yuji's tongue traces its way into Megumi's mouth, feeding him Yuji's own cum—
Megumi half-whines, half-growls into the kiss, pressing forward and chasing Yuji's tongue and every drop of seed. ]
Mmmmn...
[ He's been waiting this whole time, and he doesn't mind (even to the extent of getting needier because he's denied), but arousal has sawed away the sharp edge of self-consciousness that stands between Megumi and his hedonistic urges. He kisses Yuji because it feels good, because he's been imagining it for months, and because he doesn't know if he'll get to have it again, so—
He needs to memorize every detail so he'll never forget. ]
[ A few months ago, Yuji would never have done anything like this - not the scene, not letting another man touch him, not kissing Megumi as if he'd die if he didn't. The Yuji of a few months ago was too desperately afraid of upsetting Suguru and losing their relationship and his home to risk doing something that could earn him some kind of disapproval. The Yuji of now, more comfortable and settled in his relationship with his dominant, knows that this would be okay, that Suguru understands.
He'd been kissing his best friend, after all - it's only fair that he's allowed to do the same, especially when Megumi's been permitted to taste him like this.
Satoru curtains himself over Suguru's body, keen eyes drinking in the two submissives kissing and touching, leaning and leaning and wrapping one arm around his friend's stomach with absent affection. ]
They look good together, don't they? Maybe we should let Yuji take care of him. Don't you think he's earned it?
[ Yuji sucks on Megumi's lip, biting into his mouth, curling his tongue against his as he seeks out the taste of himself mingled with Megumi's, groaning against him, one hand lifting to touch his face and stroke it gently. It's a touch more intimate and, perhaps, romantic than it was before, but it's not love; it's the tenderness of caring about someone so desperately you want to take care of them.
Tugging Megumi closer, he tries to get the other boy in his lap, holding him. ]
[ Suguru hums thoughtfully, like he's actually giving it real consideration instead of just playing aloof. ]
Megumi has been a very patient, good boy – you're right.
[ Even as Suguru watches Megumi half-scramble to get into Yuji's lap, barely needing the encouragement to climb into place. Still fully dressed, Megumi can't help grinding the bulge in his sweats against Yuji's abdomen, only adding to the obvious wet spots from Megumi's precum. He's greedy about the way he paws at Yuji, eager to touch and feel every muscled inch of his best friend, soft sounds lost between their lips.
Calling to Yuji from the bed, Suguru's tone is playful and pleased. ]
Yuji, go ahead and have as much fun as you want. Daddy will tell you if he wants you to stop.
[ Or Suguru assumes Yuji will stop on his own, which Suguru also finds acceptable. Suguru is content to recover on the comfortable bed with Satoru, almost eager to see what Yuji gets up to when left to (some) of his own devices. ]
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[ Voice rough with pleasure, Suguru curls one hand around the curve of Yuji's skull, half-guiding and half-pinning Yuji in place as his eager submissive rocks backwards in time with Satoru like the cockslut he is. It's so tantalizing to enjoy this view of Yuji, to see his reactions and the effect this all has on his boy. He didn't realize this would be so goddamn attractive, but as he often coos over Yuji, his boy was made for this.
Panting, shudders running along his spine, Suguru can't resist falling into Satoru's rhythm, rocking his hips up into Yuji's mouth as Satoru retracts, always keeping Yuji filled. ]
Making Daddy so proud, baby boy... [ Growled-out praise, his fingers snarling in Yuji's hair as he keeps bucking, grinding, fucking his submissive's throat with abandon because he knows Yuji can take it.
From his cushion next to the bed, Megumi watches with wide eyes, unable to conceal his fixation on watching his dominant fucking his best friend. He feels like he almost has no idea where to look, whether he should be focused on Gojo or Yuji, but it's a feast of debauchery, kicking the sparks of arousal even brighter, hotter, until Megumi has to grind the heel of his palm against his persistent erection through his sweats. Satoru is always gorgeous, not that Megumi likes being effusive about it, but something about Yuji in this moment makes Megumi's heart skip a little beat. ]
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It's always felt good, being on his knees and being filled with Suguru; be it his mouth or his ass, a cock pressed into him and giving him exactly what he wants. He knows that some of it is his nature, his natural expression of submission, that comes hand in hand with who he is. Yuji enjoys this, letting himself bask in it, cheeks flushed and lips a bright, beautiful red as he enjoys himself.
Moaning around Suguru, muffled, has him complete putty in his daddy's hands, even as the man behind him continues to press into him, fucking into him, starting to get harder, more deliberate with his grinds. Satoru wants to take and take, and he grips at Yuji's hips with a strength enough to bruise, rocking into him.
He turns his head, glancing out of the corner of his eye, and he spots his own sweet boy pressing a hand between his legs, trying to stave away his own pleasure, and his smirk grows wider. ]
Suguru... Look at my darling boy. Look at how he's staring.
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Chuckling low in his chest, Suguru casts Megumi a wicked grin. ]
Oh, he looks so cute, Satoru~ All needy and denied.
[ A flicker of inspiration, and Suguru manages to still his own rhythm, reluctant but firm as he drags Yuji off of his cock by a fistful of pink hair. Suguru leans back on his other hand, luxuriating among the pillows as he directs Yuji by his hair to look over at Megumi. ]
Megumi's so worked up watching you take Satoru's cock, baby boy. I bet he's dying to get his hands on you, too.
[ The blush on Megumi's face darkens, chin dipped to hide behind his bangs. He's not arguing with Suguru, not leaping to dispute the claims because— well, Suguru isn't wrong. Megumi, at a baseline, is attracted to Yuji, so painfully fond of the other submissive – which is a feat for Megumi, who still doesn't even care for Suguru much and the man has been around for years. But Yuji found a place in Megumi's chest not already occupied by Satoru and the love Megumi feels for him, and Yuji has made himself at home there. ]
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He does look pretty, blushing and cute as he watches Yuji get fucked and taken, pressed between these two men and being used for their pleasure. It makes him feel good, and he didn't realise how nice it would feel to be watched like this.
Leaning back, he looks up at Suguru for a moment, eyes flickering over his face before he smiles, leaning in to nuzzle at his hip gently. ]
If daddy gives him permission, maybe one day...
[ He presses his nose to the bottom of Suguru's cock, kissing it absently.
Behind him, Satoru groans, leaning down to press kisses against Yuji's skin, littering the pale expanse with soft marks, teasing the freckles out of him. Apparently, the idea of his own submissive touching or fucking Yuji doesn't lack appeal for him. ]
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Suguru loves him all the more for that, for how he quiets Suguru's anxieties about the world they live in. Never banished, never erased, but the prickling hatred is starting to feel like a far-off memory.
Eyes flicking up to watch Satoru increase his pace, the deep rumble of his friend's pleasure makes Suguru's own cock throb against Yuji's face, leaving a smear of saliva everywhere they make contact. He looks back to the submissive between his legs, smirking as he rocks his hips, dick rubbing across the boy's cheek, his forehead; Suguru can't help but love the way it marks Yuji with spit and precum alike. ]
What do you think, Satoru? Should we let them play together someday?
[ A strangled little sound ekes out of Megumi, more like a catch in his breathing, but Suguru notices immediately.
With a little laugh, ]
I don't think I've ever seen your boy be that excited about anything. [ Except Satoru, when Megumi is being a good boy for his daddy instead of a challenging brat. ]
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It means he can enjoy himself without fear of breaking, without fear full stop.
The cock rubs over his face, colouring him, marking him, and Yuji hums softly as he leans forward and opens his mouth once more, to offer it and his tongue to his dominant. His eyes do flicker over to Megumi, though, curious, interested, even as he huffs out breathy little sighs at each thrust Satoru gives him. He’s getting closer and closer, but he knows better than to come without permission.
Suguru is in control of that.
Behind him, still grinding into him, cock long and wonderful, Satoru feels like a gift, and Yuji wiggles as he presses back, able to rock more now. Satoru might be a touch distracted, but he knows how to fuck, and he does it well, pushing and shifting to judge Yuji’s legs open wider. ]
He knows how to behave when he wants something. I can’t blame him, not with how tight and hot your Yuji-kun is… Who wouldn’t want to be buried deep in here?
[ His eyes flick up to his best friend’s, blazing with heat. ]
I want to see him dripping, Suguru.
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Smirk widening as he meets Satoru's fiercely blue eyes, Suguru rocks his hips forward, cock grinding over Yuji's proffered tongue, teasing into his mouth again without diving forward and claiming it yet. ]
Yeah? Then why don't you fill him up, Satoru? My boy is one hell of a cumslut.
[ Suguru looks down at Yuji again, unyielding grip in the boy's hair. ]
Isn't that right, Yuji? You're Daddy's eager little cumdump, aren't you?
[ He steadies his cock with his other hand, tapping it teasingly against Yuji's tongue. ]
Do you want another man's cum inside you?
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He doesn't want to be teased any more, but he knows how Suguru works, how his daddy is going to treat him, and that means he knows that he's not going to get out of this so easy. It means, when he licks his lips, tongue brushing over Suguru's cock, he's going to get the full front of it sooner rather than later.
The tug on his hair is perfect, and his eyes flicker, lidded. ]
I want it, daddy. I want to taste you, and I want Satoru to feel good.
[ Behind him, Satoru groans, fingers moving away to stroke over Yuji's stomach, stretching over him to push nails into his skin, twisting at his nipples. ]
Please...
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Such a good boy for your Daddy, Yuji.
[ And the reward for Yuji is the return of his Daddy's cock, claiming that waiting throat as he shoves Yuji down to meet the thrust of his hips. ]
Mmmm, fuck yes, baby... A perfect slut, my perfect boy...
[ Panting, allowing the whirlwind of arousal, heat, and thrill to sweep him away, Suguru's fingers tighten almost brutally as he fucks the snug, wet channel of Yuji's throat – because he knows his boy can take it. He knows Yuji was made for this, that he delights in it, and the best way Suguru can shower him in praise is, well.
Showering him with cum. (Metaphorically speaking.)
Suguru's gaze finally leaves Yuji to seek Satoru's again, dark chocolate and blue skies when their eyes lock. It's been— who fucking knows how long since the last time they were this close, this sexually intimate, and he's sure that's part of what makes this feel so intense - two people that he loves (loved? loves) enjoying themselves, enjoying each other. Because something about it being Satoru who touches Yuji doesn't bother Suguru in the slightest; if anything, the people are what make it so hot. ]
Fuck, I'm close—
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If it was Megumi, he'd make the sweet boy come in his own way, but this is for Suguru to decide upon.
The surprise of the cock back down his throat has Yuji groaning a choked off sound, almost spluttering around it before he sinks back into the familiar, letting himself enjoy it. His eyes close and he lets himself curl his tongue, the sounds obscene and intimate as he gives Suguru all that he can, just to please his daddy the most.
At the same time, Satoru is leaning over, long-limbed and beautiful, trying to reach his friend with the tilt of his head and the flicker of his lashes. ]
Suguru... Fill him. I want to see him swallow your come.
[ One hand lifts, moving up and away from Yuji's skin, to wrap around Suguru's head instead, curling into his hair and scratching nails against his scalp. Satoru leans in, eyes dark and filled with desire, his own orgasm not too far away. ]
Kiss me when you do.
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But because his boy is so patient, Suguru doesn't waste an ounce of thought on his orgasm now.
That will come later.
Suguru leans in to meet Satoru, just barely stretching over Yuji's back and not displacing his eager sub's mouth. He flashes Satoru a breathless grin, the hand not in Yuji's hair hooking around the back of Satoru's neck to pull him mutually close. Still riding that edge, still so near to falling over the precipice, Suguru's lips hover over his best friend's, not kissing him until—. ]
Fuck—
[ The orgasm catches Suguru by surprise, but as the thread of tension snaps, Suguru steals that kiss and jerks his hips forward one last time. His groans are muffled into Satoru's mouth, the kiss all panted breaths and slick tongue, snippets of praise and names that are as ragged as his moaning. Suguru trembles with it, shaking through the waves of pleasure before he finally has to break away, desperately gasping down oxygen. ]
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If he was anyone else, he’d be choking, gagging around the cock buried into him, but he’s not anyone else. He’s Suguru’s submissive, and he can handle this.
Eyes closed, Yuji does his best to swallow everything that’s given to him, practiced and accustomed to taking it from Suguru with all the happiness that he can muster. It’s not easy, necessarily, but it feels good, and he rocks his own hips forward absently, chasing the feeling of pleasure that he won’t get any time soon.
Satoru devours Suguru’s mouth with his own, letting himself be gripped and held as he pushes into him with a quiet little groan. He’s still rocking into Yuji, but his pleasure is secondary right now, second to the way he wants to devour his friend and keep him close, sucking at his lip absently. ]
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Reluctant though he is to let go of Satoru, his muscles feel like jelly. Suguru steals another kiss from his best friend, searing and intense before he releases the other man. Flopping back into the mountain of pillows allows Suguru to properly look down into Yuji's face, flushed and slack-jawed and perfect.
Without dragging him away from Satoru or disrupting the rhythm of Satoru's rocking, Suguru readjusts and scoots down the bed, half-drawing Yuji up into his arms. It gives Suguru access to press kisses over his sweet boy's face, to nuzzle in close and hold him while his best friend is railing Yuji's sweet ass. ]
That's my good, good boy, Yuji... [ His praise is half-purr, half-growl, all warmth and love for Yuji. ]
You made Daddy feel so amazing.
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Suguru shifts down, settling comfortably under him, and he leans up, tilting his body to nuzzle into his dominant as best he can, kissing over his skin and making soft, breathless sounds. With nothing in his mouth to muffle him, quiet him, the groans that come hand in hand with Satoru fucking into him all the harder.
It's not going to take much longer, Yuji thinks, not with the way that Satoru is grinding into him, rocking harder into him, and the sounds that the man behind him is making are just as incredible as the sounds Suguru had been making. It makes Yuji prickle, it makes him burn, and he presses his mouth into Suguru's neck as he whines, low and deep. ]
Daddy, can I... Can I please...
[ He can't come without permission, and Satoru knows it, lips curling into a smirk as he starts to fuck into Yuji with a newfound determination, to come himself before Yuji does - it's hard, the slap of their skin echoing in the room, pushing Yuji forward into Suguru's body, and he groans. It doesn't take too much longer for his own orgasm to overtake him, filling Yuji, leaning over his body with breathless, wanting noises. ]
Ah, fuck...
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Suguru holds Yuji as his submissive whines and moans, as he takes every thrust of Satoru's not-insignificant cock. Cooing praise to his boy, pressing kisses everywhere, his gaze falls on Satoru again when the fierce pounding halts. He watches avidly as Satoru trembles and groans through his own orgasm, leaving Yuji between them (and Megumi, technically, from his spot on the floor) unsatisfied and beautifully hard. ]
Almost, baby. Almost.
[ Not yet. ]
When Satoru lets you move, baby boy, you're going to get in my lap again and look at Megumi. [ Suguru plans to arrange Yuji with the younger man's back against Suguru's chest, to let everyone see exactly how desperate and needy Yuji gets from something as filthy as pleasing two dominants at once.
Megumi is startled out of his intense focus by the sound of his name, and he blinks rapidly, trying to follow Suguru's trail of thought.
Fortunately, Suguru doesn't leave him long to wonder.]
Mmm, Satoru, what do you think? Would Megumi want my boy's cum on his face?
[ The way Megumi blushes and his cock throbs in his sweats says "yes." ]
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He gets to watch now, and he feels a sense of pride at how utterly desperate Yuji seems, especially being empty on two fronts now.
Lifting his head, Yuji leans in, nuzzling at Suguru, kissing his skin, his jaw, closing his eyes and basking, even when he's still desperately needy and wanting. His cock is hard, red and desperate between his legs, but his attention is on Suguru and nothing else, even with another man's come starting to drip from him.
The whisper of Megumi's name has Yuji leans up, though, eyes widening for a moment, before Satoru waves his hand with a lazy, smug little grin. ]
Mm, he likes facials. He's been a good boy, so he can have it, if he'd like.
[ Yuji twitches. ]
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[ It's the first thing Megumi has said the entire time, the first real break in his position as an observer. The guttural, ragged tone betrays how eager he is for it, too. He rises from his kneeling, crawling closer to the side of the bed as Suguru manhandles Yuji into position, practically lifting Yuji into his arms to rearrange. Suguru sits on the edge of the bed, Yuji held close, shoulders to Suguru's broad chest, with his thighs spread open and his knees straddling Suguru's lap. Cock exposed and the mess of lube and cum obvious on Yuji's skin, Megumi stares wide-eyed at Yuji, utterly enraptured by the other submissive. Megumi isn't even looking at Suguru, not really, too enthralled with his own friend (his only one, ever).
Suguru's smirk is so smug over Yuji's shoulder, and he casts one quick glance Satoru's way before he refocuses on the younger man in his lap, one strong hand traveling down the tensing muscles of Yuji's abdomen. ]
Is your boy usually this much of a cumslut, Satoru, or is Yuji just special?
[ He chuckles as he nudges Yuji's hips up, briefly pausing to gather some of the sticky seed escaping his sweet boy's hole, smearing it over his palm. Satisfied that'll be plenty additional lubrication with Yuji's own precum, Suguru closes that pocket of hot skin around Yuji's neglected cock, squeezing tight – but not painfully. ]
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Their eyes meet, he thinks, and Yuji's blush gets all the more violent, his swallow of air a choked off moan, his entire body twitching almost a little, biting the inside of his cheek, shifting and rocking in Suguru's grip.
Behind them all, Satoru moves over, letting his arms wrap around Suguru from behind, leaning down over him to tuck his head beside his friend to look down at his own submissive. ]
I think Yuji is just special. Maybe they like each other too, hm?
[ He nuzzles absently into his friend's face, enjoying the closeness after years of being apart. ]
Make sure you have your pretty little mouth open, Megumi. You don't want to waste anything.
[ Yuji, moaning in Suguru's arms, tilts his head back and rocks his hips forward, into the tight grip on his cock, voice choked off and unsure. He wants to come, he wants this so much, but he can't - not until he has permission. Not until he's allowed. ]
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Now, years removed, Suguru is able to see the underlying political elements at play. Satoru was the heir to his clan when they were teenagers, and that comes along with expectations. Despite his surname, Megumi is technically part of the Zenin clan, and that's far more appealing to the powers-that-be than a no-name random Satoru met in school. Suguru will always wondered what strings were pulled or how much money changed hands, but these days, years removed, it doesn't matter.
It especially doesn't matter because Suguru's lot in life has brought him Yuji. As deeply as Suguru loved (loves) Satoru, there's a dark, angry piece of Suguru's heart that never healed – and it's only started repairing now because of Yuji.
But this intimacy with Satoru had to be packed away with the rest of Suguru's powerful emotions if he was going to stay in Satoru's life. Suguru knew it wouldn't be fair to any of their assignments or himself (or in the eyes of the government) if Suguru acted like nothing was different with Satoru and continued their whatever-it-was before their designations, so— it's been a long fucking time since Suguru was close to Satoru like this. His best friend would never seemingly tire of treating Suguru like an oversized teddy bear or invading Suguru's personal space on a whim, but that feels normal, more a development of their friendship than an expression of romantic love.
That was enough for Suguru.
Suguru's smile is— softer, not quite as twisted in hedonistic excitement, and he turns his face long enough to knock his nose against Satoru's, brief flickers of affection before he refocuses on Yuji. He can feel his boy struggling to resist coming, feel him riding that edge and desperately leaning away from it. So close, and Suguru loves it.
Obediently from his spot on the floor, Megumi leans forward, mouth open and tongue extended as he tries not to shake apart with his own eagerness.
Suguru presses a kiss to Yuji's temple as he holds Yuji fast around the waist with one arm, other hand picking up the pace as he strokes Yuji. ]
My good, good boy... So good for your Daddy and Satoru. [ Nipping at his boy's ear, he purrs the permission against the flushed shell. ]
You earned it, baby. [ Faster, his wrist flicks as he adjusts the aim of Yuji's cock, pointing the swollen, dripping head at Megumi's face. ]
Come for us.
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The bliss that he had found with his own submissive, the joy that being with Megumi brings him. Their partnership might have started out as a manipulation, a rich dominant getting an important submissive, but they've carved out their own sweet spot of joy and warmth in the world. Seeing Geto getting his own, finding his own excitement, his own love, has been a delight to see, something that has made him so, so desperately happy.
They nuzzle together, they lean into each other, find their happiness, but it's not as sexual as it might have been. They can kiss and touch one another, but their affection, the truth of their hearts, is focused on the boys in front of them. He kisses Suguru's cheek, knowing he's in safe hands with Yuji, wiggling and moaning into his arms.
Yuji twitches, rocking into Suguru's touch, into the hand around his cock, and his dark, lidded eyes gaze down at Megumi with a flush, a whine of something in the low, hoarse tone of his throat, and oh, oh, it's too good, his ass leaking with Satoru's come, his dominant behind him, muttering filth and praise to him. How is he meant to survive, to hold off, when it feels so perfectly good?
His back arches a little, his body tenses, and he stares, flushed, at Megumi as he comes, painting his tongue and face with the white of his come, shuddering in Suguru's arms. ]
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Or, well, he remains frozen until Suguru starts to release Yuji's spent cock. The older man unfurls his cum-covered fingers and prepares to deal with the mess—
—and then Megumi darts forward, wrapping his lips hungrily around two of Suguru's digits and lapping away the additional remnants of Yuji's seed. (And some of Satoru's, helpfully gathered up from Yuji's ass for some easy access lube.)
Rather than look alarmed or displeased, Suguru watches Megumi with lifted brows, turning his hand to give Megumi more access instead. ]
A very eager boy you have, Satoru.
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[ Yuji barely pays attention to Satoru, the way he absently leans into Suguru to watch, stroking hands over his skin gently. His eyes are glued to Megumi and nothing else.
He’s been in this position - but he’d hated it, before. Being forced to do this kind of thing, bullied into it with blindfolds and restraints. Seeing Megumi enjoying himself after his own obvious pleasure has Yuji’s spent cock twitching, as if it’s desperate to get hard again, to fill with desire at seeing his friend so happy and content even without his own orgasm.
Seeing his friend lick up his come, swallow it…
Wiggling out of Suguru’s grip, Yuji slides to his knees without thinking. This isn’t something they’ve talked about, but it feels right to do, to lift one hand to curl into Megumi’s hair, to lick his tongue over mouth and skin to clean away his own come, then to push in for a kiss, forcing the taste into his friend’s mouth.
He moans into Megumi, and behind him, Satoru whistles softly. ]
Mine isn’t the only eager one, hm?
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Suguru doesn't try to stop Yuji or drag him back. He leans into Satoru's chest, sliding his clean hand around the nape of Satoru's neck to hold his friend closer while his eyes still avidly devour the obscenely hot pair Yuji and Megumi make in front of them. Suguru laughs, a rumbling chuckle in the back of his throat. ]
To tell you the truth, I didn't know he had it in him.
[ But Suguru's voice is so fond as he looks on with a smile.
Megumi, meanwhile, is only momentarily paralyzed by the shock of Yuji dropping to his knees, strong fingers sinking in dark hair and pinning him in place. By the time Yuji's tongue traces its way into Megumi's mouth, feeding him Yuji's own cum—
Megumi half-whines, half-growls into the kiss, pressing forward and chasing Yuji's tongue and every drop of seed. ]
Mmmmn...
[ He's been waiting this whole time, and he doesn't mind (even to the extent of getting needier because he's denied), but arousal has sawed away the sharp edge of self-consciousness that stands between Megumi and his hedonistic urges. He kisses Yuji because it feels good, because he's been imagining it for months, and because he doesn't know if he'll get to have it again, so—
He needs to memorize every detail so he'll never forget. ]
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He'd been kissing his best friend, after all - it's only fair that he's allowed to do the same, especially when Megumi's been permitted to taste him like this.
Satoru curtains himself over Suguru's body, keen eyes drinking in the two submissives kissing and touching, leaning and leaning and wrapping one arm around his friend's stomach with absent affection. ]
They look good together, don't they? Maybe we should let Yuji take care of him. Don't you think he's earned it?
[ Yuji sucks on Megumi's lip, biting into his mouth, curling his tongue against his as he seeks out the taste of himself mingled with Megumi's, groaning against him, one hand lifting to touch his face and stroke it gently. It's a touch more intimate and, perhaps, romantic than it was before, but it's not love; it's the tenderness of caring about someone so desperately you want to take care of them.
Tugging Megumi closer, he tries to get the other boy in his lap, holding him. ]
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[ Suguru hums thoughtfully, like he's actually giving it real consideration instead of just playing aloof. ]
Megumi has been a very patient, good boy – you're right.
[ Even as Suguru watches Megumi half-scramble to get into Yuji's lap, barely needing the encouragement to climb into place. Still fully dressed, Megumi can't help grinding the bulge in his sweats against Yuji's abdomen, only adding to the obvious wet spots from Megumi's precum. He's greedy about the way he paws at Yuji, eager to touch and feel every muscled inch of his best friend, soft sounds lost between their lips.
Calling to Yuji from the bed, Suguru's tone is playful and pleased. ]
Yuji, go ahead and have as much fun as you want. Daddy will tell you if he wants you to stop.
[ Or Suguru assumes Yuji will stop on his own, which Suguru also finds acceptable. Suguru is content to recover on the comfortable bed with Satoru, almost eager to see what Yuji gets up to when left to (some) of his own devices. ]
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