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Nothing would keep you from your Saturday pancake breakfast. Not the immediate consciousness of how tired your body felt when you opened your eyes. Not the realization that you were waking up in a bed with one more man than usual. Not even the instant arousal that urged you to stay put and initiate round two. Pancake mornings are serious business.

You slowly detangled yourself from Hitoshi’s side, sitting up to take in the scene. When you’d fallen asleep, he had been on his back, split between snuggling you into his chest and nestling his own head into Shouta’s neck at his right. Over time, they seemed to have drifted apart though still reaching for each other in dreams - Shouta had turned on his side to face Hitoshi, nose bowed toward a strong shoulder whose arm curled around the back of Shouta’s head, hand unconsciously woven into raven black hair. They looked so peaceful bathed in the morning light of your bedroom; you couldn’t help but permit your heart to swell as a confusing mix of emotions washed over you.

The first thing you encountered to throw on was Shouta’s black button down and a mischievous smile spread across your face for no one to see. You slid it on, buttoning a few buttons at the chest and assessing how it fell just past the curve of your butt.

The second batch of pancakes was already in the pan before you sensed another presence enter the room. In an almost moment of déjà vu, you turned to see Shouta standing in the doorway, arm raised to guard his eye from the glaring sun. He was wearing his dress pants and nothing else, hair flowing free and mussed.

‘I was wondering where my shirt walked off to.’

You popped your hip, exposing more of the arc of your ass. ‘It walked out here to make you two some breakfast,’ you said, waving your spatula for emphasis.

He chuckled, putting his arm down. He was momentarily lost as he surveyed you, eyes eventually gluing themselves to the bruises peaking from the collar of his shirt.

‘I didn’t-‘ he started. The thought was cut off by Shinsou stepping into the doorway beside him in nothing but grey boxer briefs.

‘Do you want something more comfortable to eat breakfast in?’ he said easily before growing slightly self-conscious and tacking on, ‘If… you’re staying?’

He looked to you, hesitating before speaking. ‘I don’t think she’d let me leave without eating after the dressing down I just got... So yeah, maybe.’

Their conversation in the bedroom wasn’t quite audible from the kitchen, and you were left to wonder what they’d decided you were supposed to say in this situation. You had all very clearly enjoyed the sex, but looking at each other now, there was a haze of uncertainty settling in that made this more difficult to navigate in the morning light.

They wandered back as you finished dropping the last of the batter into the pan. Aizawa had put on a pair of Shinsou’s joggers with an old UA t-shirt and threw his hair up in a messy bun. He was overdressed in comparison to the two of you but looked very much like he belonged in your regular morning scene as the three of you moved around each other. Aizawa sat down at the table to patiently wait with a cup of coffee and a curled-up Georgie in his lap.

Laid-back conversation petered out and silence fell over the table as you all took your first bites. Everyone looked around, waiting to see who would address the elephant in the room first.

‘We should probably talk about this,’ Aizawa broke the silence. ‘How’s everyone… doing this morning?’

You made a small snort. ‘I feel great.’

‘She feels great.’ He rolled his eyes and looked at Shinsou with a slight smile. ‘I was looking for a little more than that.’

You nodded, figuratively stepping back as Shinsou looked contemplatively at his plate. Aizawa waited patiently.

‘I feel…’ Shinsou started. ‘Really happy? Obviously, the sex was great but it’s just like… it feels so good waking up to both of you, having breakfast like we’re-‘

He stopped abruptly after realizing he was quickly veering toward meaningful feelings, something verging on emotional word vomit, and looked between you.

‘To be honest,’ Aizawa set his fork down, ‘I woke up this morning worried that one or both of you would be so regretful about something I’d said or did last night that you’d ask me to leave before breakfast.’

They locked eyes and shared a moment of discomfort, Hitoshi looking as though his heart was physically aching from the implication that he hadn’t just had his literal dreams come true. When they directed their quiet attention toward you, the look in both of their eyes made it crystal clear that your presence while they were busy sorting out their long-time feelings was adding another layer to the confusion.

Still, it was a little hurtful that he thought you had allowed something to happen that you didn’t want. But at the same time… sure, you’d probably think the same thing.

‘Shouta, I promise we would tell you if you’d crossed a line,’ you reassured him. ‘I mean as far as you two fantasizing about sex each other for a long time… maybe I should feel uncomfortable or threatened or something but… I really don’t. I know it doesn’t change how you feel about me, Toshi.’

Hitoshi met you with a warm smile that radiated love. Receiving that grin day to day was something you tried to never take for granted. It had been enough to pull you out of some of the worst days you’d had since you met. That’s why it wasn’t lost on you when he turned his head, flashing that same grin to Shouta whose walls immediately came down and face lit into an adoring look less Cheshire in shape though emanating the same admiration.

Sure, the verbal conversation was about the carnal desires they could admit to but witnessing the way they looked at each other felt like watching them have a different conversation. One they weren’t ready to have yet. Everything was so clear to you in their comfortable silence: what existed between them was genuine and ran undeniably deep. You got lost in thought about the extent of those feelings, so much so that you didn’t notice immediately when Aizawa addressed you.

‘I have to ask, did you know before we met? I’m still not sure how I actually got here.’

‘I didn’t know until we saw you last week, no,’ you said, snapping out of it. ‘We had only just talked about Hitoshi’s idea that day in a general ‘wow, we both agree this sounds hot’ way and you just had… very good timing.’

He nodded.

‘Like, thank god for your timing.’ You squeaked out before bursting into laughter in an infectious way that spread across the table. The mood lightened instantly.

Shouta grinned at Hitoshi. ‘Was it everything you imagined?’

‘Jesus Christ, and so much more.’ He leaned back in his chair, weaving his fingers into his hair.

The Shouta from the night before, all smoldering dark eyes and devilish grin, flashed before you briefly, eating you both up with his gaze. Soon, he settled back into some middle ground where his resting face was tinged with a hint of sex and affection placed wherever his eyes landed.

‘Maybe later this week I could have you two over for dinner?’ He stroked Georgie lovingly before disturbing her from her sleep and putting her on the floor. ‘I really wish I could stay, but I actually have a gremlin of my own to get home to feed.’

A mix of shock and excitement painted Shinsou’s face.

‘That sounds great,’ you offered, laughing quietly at your stunned boyfriend who was a little slow to catch up to the continued reality of yes, your dream man wants to have sex with you, too.

Aizawa chuckled and nodded once, getting up from the table and clearing his plate.

‘Oh, I should change and give you your shirt back,’ you thought out loud, quickly rising from the table, biting your lower lip.

‘Nah, keep it for now. It looks too good for me to take it away,’ he said, glancing between your body and Shinsou’s eyes to gauge whether the line from his morning worries really had been secretly crossed. It hadn’t – Hitoshi simply seemed to agree as he took you in. Your face flushed crimson.

Oh, you could get used to two sets of hungry eyes on you.

‘You can come back for it,’ Shinsou added with a little smirk.

You all made your way to the living room to bid Shouta farewell. He huffed up at you through loose hairs, giggling at him as he bent over to don last night’s dress shoes with his new pair of sweats. When he stood back up, you reached out toward him to embrace him into a hug.

‘Thank you for coming home with us,’ you murmured, face pressed into his chest.

He stroked the back of your head. ‘Thank you for inviting me.’

You stepped back and looked to Hitoshi waiting patiently to reach out himself. The two men locked strong arms around each other, rocking once each way before a soft kiss was planted to the top of Hitoshi’s head.

‘I’ll see you soon.’

A deep hum came in return.

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When the door closed, Shinsou turned around, laid flat on his back on the couch, and wove his fingers through violet hair. As you approached slowly, his gaze stayed trained to the ceiling in thought.

‘Babe, are you ok?’ you asked, crouching next to him.

He turned to look at you. ‘I can’t believe any of that just happened. What the fuck…’

You rubbed his arm. ‘I promise it was real. I’ve got the bruises to prove it.’

He belly laughed, reaching out to pull you up onto the couch. You spread yourself across him, front to front, head on his chest where you could trace over the intricate patterns of his skin with your fingertips.

‘I’m not gonna lie to you, my brain is having a pretty hard time computing right now.’ His voice was slightly shaky, laced with unease. He laid lost in thought for a moment before continuing, ‘I really don’t want to hurt you, Y/N, I couldn’t live with myself.’

‘I meant what I said, I’m not worried about us. I’m so down for whatever you want to do moving forward.’

His face morphed from a look of pain to worry that slowly melted into adoration. Strong hands gently pulled your face up to meet his in a tender kiss before pulling back to admire you.

‘God, I love you.’ He landed a big smooch on your forehead, squeezing your head tightly between powerful hands. Beginning to laugh, he leaned into the goofiness of the moment, smacking large kisses all over your face, declaring ‘I love you!’ between each one.

Your smile devolved into cackles that continued until you climbed further up his body to kiss him again. Sitting on top of him, his hands running up your back, the twinkle had barely hit your eye before you were lifted, spun, and deposited back where Shinsou had just laid.

A mischievous laugh left you as he ducked down to make contact with your lips and jaw. You quickly undid the few buttons holding Shouta’s shirt together, curling your abdomen and beginning to pull it off your arms when Shinsou pushed you back down and whispered, ‘leave it on, please.’

Even without the memory of last night, the way Hitoshi gazed so longingly at you in the borrowed clothing would have been enough to make you comply with the purred demand. But the smell of Shouta wafting up also served as a reminder of the slow burn to ecstasy that you had waited all week for and the assurance that he’d be back to reclaim his shirt again. Knots began to tighten in your stomach as your eyelids drooped and your head nodded lazily.

He grabbed the collar and ran his hands slow and loose down the buttons before pulling it open to expose your chest. Gazing down in awe at the marks that littered your skin, he gently ran his fingers over them before leaning down to kiss each one. You softly moaned as his hand ran up to stroke your hair and cheek. Your hands, partially cloaked in too long sleeves, ran over every inch of him within reach, lightly dragging peaking fingernails across his skin.

There was no need to rush, nowhere to be, and nothing to worry about except each other. Every movement was unhurried and tender as hips slowly gravitated toward each other, finding warmth in slow building friction.

You reached down into his underwear to free his quickly growing erection. Stroking him languidly, muffled noises started to pour from his lips into yours. The muscled arm supporting his weight began to give out and his slackened face ducked down toward your neck with a sigh.

‘God, you’re so good to me…’ he whispered into your skin, wetting his fingers at his mouth before reaching down to rub circles onto your clit.

A drawn-out hum vibrated from you as pleasure clouded your mind. The noise seemed to egg Hitoshi on, taking over to thrust himself into your hand at his speed with more purpose. Still, the pace remained relaxed and tender, the two acts now in sync under his control.

‘So perfect for me, my perfect girl, I love you so much, so good…’

Affection and praise fell absentmindedly from his lips as it became more difficult to control the slack of your jaw, the angle at which your head was thrown back, the grip pressing halfmoons into his back.

Every sentiment was tinged with the intimacy of the morning, dripping with an adoration for your commitment in what was clearly such a confusing time for him. You wanted to convey that safe feeling back to him, pulling yourself together enough to wrap your arms around broad shoulders and turn your head to kiss messy lavender hair.

Slowly, you both devolved into indulgent pants and moans.

‘Hitoshi, I’m close.’

‘Go for it, baby, I’m with you.’

You came, making a series of high whimpers followed by a low groan as the feeling in your clit peaked and leveled out into long waves of gratification. A reverential voice whispered, ‘ohhh, I don’t deserve you…’ and your nails dug further into inked skin. Soon, the sound of Hitoshi’s grunting was paired with the feeling of cum scattering across your chest.

Hitoshi rose briefly to take in the way the way his cum looked against the purple bruises where Shouta’s lips had so recently claimed you before dropping down to your neck to breathe you in. He ran his hand up your clothed arm until he could grab the collar and pull you closer to him. Scooping and rolling with you, he settled his weight against the back of the couch and wrapped you in his arms.

‘I think you came on the shirt,’ you grumbled with a giggle.

Shinsou groaned. ‘That’s what washing machines are for.’

‘Not until I steal another shirt that smells this good.’

He gave a tired grunt in agreement and buried his face further into your neck.

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‘So how long are we supposed to wait to set up dinner with him?’ You asked as you crawled into bed that night.

‘I dunno, this is the first time I’ve propositioned my mentor for sex a second time. I guess the looking desperate ship has already sailed though.’

You wondered if having a handsome man make dinner for the two of you was a little closer to a date than just sex but you kept it to yourself and shot off a text.

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‘He says he’s got it!’ Shinsou looked up from his phone and threw his free hand up in the air.

‘Well, I’m bringing the wine, I need to, you know, drop it in the kitchen!’ you argued in overt defense.

‘Babe, he’s gonna eject you as soon as you step foot in. He’s very adamant that two’s a crowd in his kitchen.’

You set out your lower lip. ‘We’ll see.’

With Aizawa living in semi-limbo before starting back to U.A. and Shinsou recently closing a fairly intense case, the dinner’s timing mostly fell to your schedule to decide. Your job as a food reporter for a regional magazine kept you pretty busy but the hours were flexible as long as you put enough of them in.

That’s how you found yourself knocking at the door of Shouta’s apartment that Wednesday night. It was an unassuming building in a quiet neighborhood, surprisingly, not far from your own apartment. Eventually, the lock clicked and the door opened to reveal a flash of black hair that rapidly disappeared back into the apartment.

‘Sorry, come in, I’m cooking,’ a waning voice called as you stepped over the threshold.

For being so plain on the outside, the inside wasn’t the blank walls and inexpensive Ikea furniture you expected. The room was welcoming and bright with midcentury furniture in warm woods and rich colors. A few large, abstract paintings adorned the wall. It managed to be very cool and very homey simultaneously.

‘This way,’ Shinsou led you through the living room toward a large wall of windows that opened onto a patio overflowing with greenery.

You broke off from him when he turned right, feeling a magnetic pull toward the glass as you approached to take it all in. It felt like discovering an oasis while wandering the desert. The space was fenced in though no fence was visible as vines and flowers had overtaken the wood long ago. Small trees and large, leafy plants grew abundantly around the perimeter, and a single, large tree stood tall in the corner, bowing to provide some canopy over a dining area that sat on a raised deck in the middle of the space.

‘We can eat out there, if you’d like,’ Shouta’s low voice from the right shocked you out of your stupor. You turned to find Shinsou with his back to you, leaning his palms onto a counter that separated the living area from the kitchen where Shouta was at work.

The sight of the kitchen made your breath stall. Ignoring the striking man at work, pots and pans steamed on three burners and vivid cut vegetables and herbs waited patiently on the countertop. The smell? The smell. It suddenly flooded your senses and made your stomach instantly grumble.

But the man? He made your stomach do something else as he met your eyes before lowering his gaze back to the stove. In profile, light from the span of garden-facing windows bounced off the planes of his face. His hair was pulled half up though a few face framing pieces hung down over his cheek and gleamed in the sun. He was wearing a charcoal sweater and dark jeans under a serious black canvas apron that screamed I know what I’m doing.

‘That sounds amazing to me.’

You walked around the counter and into the kitchen, heaving the tote bag of wine that you’d momentarily forgotten was hanging from your hand onto the counter in front of Shinsou. Pulling away with a shake as if you’d touched something hot, you surveyed your red fingers with a frown before a hand reached out and brought them to familiar lips.

‘I told you to let me carry it,’ Shinsou said smugly.

‘I don’t need you to-‘ you started before being brought speechless by the smallest little black cat you’d ever seen looking up at you, sitting at Shouta’s feet with his tail wrapped around his body.

‘STOP, are you kidding me?’ you screamed as you crouched down to hold a hand out to a curious pink nose.

Shouta glanced over his shoulder at you with creased eyes. ‘That’s Ika.’

‘Hi, baby,’ you cooed as Ika accepted your presence, spinning in circles to rub against your hand.

‘He likes you,’ Shinsou added, craning his neck to see you below the counter.

Shouta looked back at you again, this time for longer, taking in the interaction and then the way you looked tonight. He hadn’t really seen you in casual clothes before, but your outfit aligned with what he expected you’d wear; a black outline was faintly visible under a boxy, sheer, white crop top. Moving down, there was a glimpse of stomach before a short, gingham skirt with a slit up one leg, then a whole lot of skin before some all black, lace up vans. It was very cute and very sexy at the same time and you knew it.

You locked eyes and gave him a big grin, standing up and taking some quick steps toward the stove. Before he could stop you, you had nabbed a spoon from the counter and scooped a taste of bubbling sauce into your mouth.

‘Mmmmm, lemongrass aaaaand, coconut?’

‘Yes. Now get out of my kitchen until it’s all ready.’

You blinked large eyes at him. ‘Have we met? Food is kinda my thing.’

‘I know and tonight you’re my guest and my guests keep their hands off my food until it’s ready to eat.’

You pursed your lips together, dramatically raising your hands and clasping them behind your back as you leaned your hip against the counter. ‘No hands.’

He looked at you sternly for a moment before returning to tend to the bubbling pots and sizzling pans. Shinsou raised his eyebrows in surprise.

‘I do hope you like it, I saw the review you wrote of that new Vietnamese place last month. You really let ‘em have it...’

A wry twist crept into the corner of your mouth knowing he’d looked you up. You weren’t famous by any means but you were certainly googleable.

‘I meant what I said, that was the soggiest báhn mi I’ve ever eaten. Also, the owner is a creep, he deserved it.’

Aizawa gave a short mmm in support as he walked around you to grab some plates from the cupboard.

You leaned over the stove, quietly tasting the contents of a steamy pot. Salt was falling from your fingers when you felt a sharp swat to your backside.

‘Out!’ he demanded, pointing toward the living room side of the counter where Shinsou stood. There didn’t seem to be any arguing with him now, so you started across the kitchen.

‘I told ya you wouldn’t last long.’ Hitoshi laughed and wrapped you into his arms, shaking his head while you stood against him with a pout. Aizawa turned around and gave you a smug, fiery look that you shot right back at him.

‘You can start bringing things outside if you want to be helpful.’

‘Apparently, that’s what my big, strong man is for,’ you scoffed, slapping his bicep several times before bending over to plant your elbows on the counter in defiance.

Shinsou gave your ass the second playful whack of the night before easily lifting the tote bag of wine with one hand and sliding open the glass patio door. Ika came bounding out after him until you scooped the kitten up and cuddled him until everything was ready.

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‘You have to tell me, I’m dying.’

Shouta smirked at you. ‘I don’t have to tell you anything, but I will since it seems to be eating you up inside.’

The sun was threatening to set after a long, lazy meal, casting a warm yellow light over your skin and the lush green surrounding you. Several empty wine bottles littered the table, throwing shadows against empty dishes. The food had been amazing; much better than that bánh mi or, frankly, anything you’d had at a restaurant in the last 6 months.

Aizawa pointed to a flourishing plant at the edge of the garden. ‘What you’re tasting is leaves from my keffir lime, toasted and ground up.’

‘Oh!’ You put your hand to your head, ‘I should have known! There’s this chef at…’

Shinsou beamed at your developing banter as you enthusiastically carried on about one of your favorite little hole in the wall restaurants and Shouta keenly engaged, warmly looking between you.

Maybe it was just a result of being in Shinsou’s orbit, but you got the feeling that Shouta was sincerely fond you when his eyes landed on you during a lull in the conversation.

‘Who took care of this while you were away?’ Shinsou asked.

‘Hizashi and Nemuri traded duty every month. I prepared for the worst when I left, but they managed to keep most of it alive,’ he joked, gesturing around.

You looked again in amazement. ‘I can’t imagine leaving this for over a year, they’d have to drag me out kicking and screaming. You’re a stronger man than I.’

Shinsou reached up to playfully squeeze your arm, laughing before bringing his hand to rest on your thigh.

‘U.A. wanted me to move back into the dorms, but I put my foot down. I’ve been away for a year, I’m sleeping in my own bed.’

You smiled sweetly at him as he brought his wine glass up to his lips to empty what remained.

‘Is that nonnegotiable?’

He smirked through his sip. Shinsou’s hand twitched at your thigh.

‘I guess not, no.’ He set down his glass. ‘But it is for Nezu.’

A charged silence fell on the table and a chill ran through you when you realized the sun had finally sunk behind the fence. Everything had started to get muted and dark over the short length of the conversation.

Hitoshi rubbed your thigh. ‘Cold?’

‘Starting to be, yeah.’

‘Let’s get everything cleaned up,’ he said, moving to stack dishes and clear the table.

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When there was nothing left to do, you wandered back into the living room to look over the bookshelves and art on the walls.

What an intriguing man, you thought as you cocked your head to scan the vertical titles. From his appearance, all dark colors and bored visage, you wouldn’t have guessed his living space would have so much personality.

Recognizable cologne hit your nose as long arms wrapped around you from behind. You turned, throwing your arms up around Hitoshi’s neck.

‘Havin’ fun, nosy?’ He teased.

‘You know I love a little snoop,’ you answered deviously before standing on tiptoes to give him a kiss. His hands migrated down from your back to squeeze up on your butt, fingertips just grazing the border between skirt and bare skin. The kiss quickly deepened and you got a little lost in it how good it felt.

When the moment was over, you looked over to find a pair of eyes watching you from the sofa. Shouta was sitting coolly with his leg up, one ankle on the other thigh, and an arm thrown over the back of the couch. Everything about him oozed confidence and the satisfaction with which he observed you made you feel like you were his new favorite playthings. He stayed silent as you separated yourself from Shinsou, moving one arm to his back as you turned toward your voyeur.

‘I’m not gonna tell you to stop,’ he said in jest.

Shinsou’s hand grasped into the flesh of your side.

‘What are you gonna tell us to do?’ You played at your bottom lip with your teeth and crossed one foot over the other.

Aizawa’s eyes twinkled. ‘You tell me what you’re up for tonight and I’ll decide from there.’

You crossed your foot back and shifted your weight against Shinsou’s arm. You looked up at him and found his hungry gaze directed at you. It was much less deer in the headlights than the first night, but there was still a hint of conflict in his eyes.

‘Same rules?’ Shouta offered at the silence.

‘That’s fine with me,’ you said demurely.

‘That’s... yeah, yes,’ Shinsou stumbled.

You turned back to Shouta, who was clearly pleased. He pointed to the perpendicular couch without a word, prompting your boyfriend to leave you standing alone with your hands forming excited fists at your sides. He sat with his back to the arm of the sofa, facing Shouta, with his long legs spread across the cushions. The set of his jaw was tense and could have been mistaken as arrogance if you didn’t know it was just an attempt to keep his head from exploding. God, he looked hot waiting for you to get fucked.

Shouta looked back to you, setting his foot down and patting his lap. You walked over, climbing up to straddle his legs on your knees. The spread of your thighs made your skirt pull tight against you, highlighting the slit that traveled up toward your hip. Shouta looked down and traced up the window of skin with his calloused fingertips.

‘How do you think you’ve behaved today?’

You shot him a dazzling smile and brought your hands to his shoulders. ‘Admirably.’

‘Oh yeah? I seem to remember you causing problems in my kitchen.’

He reached down to force one shoe off your foot, face dipping close enough to your chest that you could feel hot breath through your shirt. It hit the floor with a thud.

‘And worse, I hear it was premeditated.’

He turned to the other side to throw off the other shoe, briefly looking to Shinsou before leaning back against the sofa and crossing his arms between you.

‘You love to have your hands where they don’t belong, don’t you?’ He smirked, looking down to where they had already made their way into his hair, down his back and across his chest. In the blink of an eye, he uncrossed his arms and snatched your wrists, yanking your quickly balled fists into the space between you.

‘What do you think we should do about that?’ He questioned.

You whimpered and gave a quick test of his strength that you obviously lost.

‘Can you really blame me when what’s in front of me looks so tasty?’ You said coyly, batting your eyelashes.

‘I can, yeah. You should have more self-control than that.’

Suddenly, your arms were behind your back, held firmly together at the wrist by one large hand while the other came down with a crack on your ass. The shock made you mewl and stand up further on your knees. Soft circles rubbed into the point of contact chased away the crackling feeling under your skin but your brain was already feeling a little fuzzy.

‘Now what are you gonna do?’ He asked, tilting his head to one side. You were breathing heavily with your mouth agape.

‘Make it up to you…’

‘Yeah? And how are you gonna do that, sweetheart?’ The cocky question made your legs reduce to jello and you would’ve melted down into his lap if his grip on your arms had permitted it.

‘Doing whatever you want me to.’ A lazy smile crossed your lips and your eyelids quickly drooped to his groin.

A huffed breath came from the sofa behind you.

He chuckled darkly. ‘Still so quick to change your tune for me… all it took was one little slap?’

He released your arms, which limply fell down your back as you settled into his lap. Hands skirted around your bare midriff before grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it up over your head. Underneath, you wore a simple bralette. The triangle cups were see-through, a thin layer of netting that did almost nothing to hide your rosy pink nipples, and outlined in black ribbon that ran up into thin straps. Without your shirt, the nontrivial remainder of the bruises he’d left on you last weekend were revealed and a smile snuck into the corner of his mouth at the sight.

‘Get on your knees for me.’

You raised up, walking your knees backward and slinking down to tuck your legs beneath you on the floor. Skimming your hands down his thighs, he commanded, ‘hands behind your back.’

You grasped your wrists behind you in the same position he had held them earlier. He squeezed his thighs together, pinning them there.

‘Now show me how good you can be without them.’

You looked down at the buttoned fly and then back to his face painted with provocation.

‘Go ahead, make it up to me,’ he goaded. ‘Then we can go to the bedroom.’

You stood up on your knees again, holding eye contact for as long as you could as you bowed your head toward the button of his jeans. The sound of metal against teeth echoed in your head while you figured out how to get your mouth around it. By the time you managed to get it free and nose it open, the fabric was soaked. Staring into dark eyes, you held the zipper between your front teeth and dragged it down in slow motion.

You licked a stripe up the fabric beneath covering his hardening erection punctuated by a kiss at the line of dark hair leading into the elastic, taking your time before grabbing it in your teeth and yanking it down. His member hit you in the nose as it sprang free from his underwear, drawing a noise of satisfaction from him.

As you licked up the underside, you had to chase it toward his stomach, bringing your breasts above his thighs and easily within his grasp. He played at your nipples through the lace as you teased at the thick head of his penis with your tongue, still moving at an achingly slow pace.

‘You’re putting on a great show, but I said make it up to me, not tease me, Y/N,’ he scolded, placing a hand to the back of your head and pushing your mouth further down his shaft.

You hummed around him, and got to work bobbing up and down, slowly working him toward the back of your throat.

‘That’s more like it, good girl,’ he cooed, thrusting up into you. You hummed at the praise and the vibrations made him jerk in your mouth. With a groan, he grabbed the back of your head and thrusted up into his palm.

Eventually, you pulled back to focus on the head again before taking him down as deep as you could, nestling your nose against trimmed black hair. Your shoulders were beginning to ache from being pushed back and intermittent stimulation on your nipples was still making you squirm.

‘If I come in this smart mouth of yours, it’s probably not even punishment to you, hm?’

You groaned.

‘By no means you are you to swallow this, got it?’ 

You whined in protest and he jerked again, reaching under to force you back by your chin. You both moaned as he emptied himself on to your tongue, and you held it out proudly for him to witness.

‘Drop it,’ he ordered with a rumble.

Your face fell, and you dejectedly let your hard-earned prize drop from your mouth, splattering down your chest and on to your skirt.

‘Thank you for following directions,’ he praised. ‘Not so hard, right?’ He loosened his thighs’ grip on you, pulled your arms forward, and began to sympathetically massage your shoulders where they ached.

You couldn’t hold your pouty bottom lip out in protest for long before he shook his head, leaning down to grab both sides of your head and bite it. Giggles left you and drew a smile from him before he let go and pulled back.

After tucking himself back into his jeans, he hiked you up into his lap. It felt comfortable and easy in a way that didn’t really reflect the small amount of time you’d spent together. Arms magnetically wrapped around each other as you looked over at Hitoshi.

He was more or less in the same position as when you had crawled into Shouta’s lap the first time. One knee was raised, leaned against the back of the couch, the other extended out, black pants already extremely tented. His hands were locked behind his neck, head tilted back, arms held with tension, clearly seeking a position to hold and keep himself out of trouble.

‘What do you think, Hitoshi?’ Shouta drawled.

He flicked his tongue over his lips in hesitation.

‘I wanna lick her fucking chest clean,’ he finally said in a taut, level voice. It was slightly more forceful than you were prepared for, and it fanned the fire in your belly. It was also shocking that Shouta allowed it.

‘There will be more later,’ Shouta plainly stated, walking his fingers up the slit in your skirt. ‘Ready to move?’ he asked, looking to you.

‘Yeeees.’

Before you could begin to shift away from him, he scooped under your legs, rising from the sofa and throwing you over his shoulder in one motion.

‘OoooOH,’ a squeak escaped you as the world turned upside down. A second squeal escaped you when a slap fell across your ass.

‘Coming?’ Shouta asked Shinsou as he walked by, voice dripping with a grin that you couldn’t see. The tone combined with the amused look on your boyfriend’s face as you floated by made you laugh all the way down the hall to the bedroom.

Shinsou filtered into the room behind you, hanging back as Aizawa effortlessly tossed you onto the bed.

The bedroom matched the aesthetic of the living room with a low wooden bed and a matching padded bench that sat at the end. To either side of the headboard, the overgrown green of the back patio was visible through tall, narrow windows. A huge mirror that reflected the bed and you sitting on it was mounted on the wall to the left. The reflected image of you already looked defiled: hair knotted at the back of your head by Shouta’s hands, bare chest glistening, and a hazy look in your eyes.

You caught Hitoshi’s eye in the mirror where he stood against the door awaiting instructions and blew him a kiss. A hand reached out for your chin, turning your attention to lips that threatened to brush against your own as they spoke.

‘You’re spoiling him.’

He stood back up, moved the bench from the end of the bed to sit against the wall opposite the mirror, and walked away. Shinsou moved to sit down, grasping the bench at each side and staring you down in the reflection.

‘Be good, there’s nothing else to tie you to,’ Aizawa said, gesturing up toward the ceiling as he turned around to approach a tall chest of drawers. Dark, wooden rafters crossed the white ceiling, and several sturdy, large hooks had been installed in the space over and next to the bed. You were no expert, but you’d venture a guess that they were capable of supporting the body weight of your average pro-hero with a bondage kink.  

Brain coming to a crashing halt, Hitoshi’s face went totally slack with wanton eyes frozen on the hooks. Taking it in yourself and seeing how it turned Hitoshi’s brain to mush made your stomach lurch. You probably weren’t masking it either with the way audible laughter was escaping Aizawa when he turned back around.

He crossed to the bed, tossing lube and a bullet vibrator onto the sheets.

‘Come here, please.’

You got to your knees and slinked toward him at the end of the bed, throwing your arms lazily over his shoulders.

‘You’re a professional,’ you stated impishly.

Inches from your face, a mischievous smile flashed that made your skin prickle.

‘I told you the first night, I take this very seriously.’ He scanned quickly down your body before grabbing you under the arms and spinning around to stand you in front of him. You clutched at strong biceps under the soft sweater and mewled before he plopped down on the bed and leaned back on his palms.

‘Skirt off,’ he commanded.

Turning to give him a view, you unzipped a zipper at the side, revealing a thin black ribbon running across your hip that matched your bralette. You rotated and bent over, looking over your shoulder as you struggled to pull the skirt down over the fat of your ass. Stepping out of it, you readjusted what very little material there was left on your body before turning back around and dropping it dramatically onto the floor next to you.

‘Thank you,’ he said, leaning forward to grab and pull you closer. Two fingers slid under the ribbon at your hip. ‘Is this a gift for me?’

‘It is.’

He looked up at you, level with your stomach. ‘Hmmm, what if I had sent you home after dinner?’

You thought for a second. ‘Well then, I would have gone home and given it to Hitoshi instead.’

‘Soooo, is it for me or is it for anyone you can get to take your clothes off today?’ he accused lowly.

You balked. ‘Only the two of you...’

‘Hm.’ He brought his hands up to brush the places where his marks on your skin were healing. ‘Did you like having a reminder after last time?’

‘Yes,’ you smiled and nodded your head toward the bench, ‘he liked them too. Came all over them after you left.’

‘Mmmm, I would have liked to see it,’ he admitted, his features twisting with desire. He tilted his face up toward you. ‘If he plays his cards right, he can leave here with some of his very own.’

You caught Shinsou’s eye to your left as he blinked slowly, licking his lip, and tightening his grip on the bench. When he opened his eyes again, your head was thrown back, Aizawa sucking the ribbon and your skin beneath it into his mouth at the intersection of your leg and stomach, hollowing his cheeks before moving to the other side to repeat.

Your hands wandered into his hair and down his shoulders, pulling up the back of his sweater to hint at what you wanted.

‘So impatient, little one,’ he murmured against your stomach before leaning back to grab the back of his sweater and pull it off his body and on to the floor with your skirt.

You scrunched up your face and jabbed your thumb toward the door. ‘Did you forget the entire living room blow job I gave you? I think I’ve been plenty patient.’

‘Seems like it didn’t stick. You’ve already forgotten why you had to do it in the first place,’ he said, glancing down at your fingers following a particularly deep scar that stretched from his collarbone up over his shoulder.  

‘I did my time.’

You bent down to tenderly kiss the ridge in his skin before flipping your hair to the side and moving up to the side of his neck. Hands guided the back of your thighs to straddle and lower onto one of his thighs, then traveled up your body and into your hair to guide your mouth up to his face. Open, lazy lips met in a deep kiss that made your hips begin to buck against him, looking for friction.

And, oh, you found it, releasing a soft moan into your kiss.

He pulled back enough to tease you, ‘What, you can’t wait any longer?’

Your rocking continued as you nodded honestly in dissent.

‘So deprived that you’re happy to hump my leg and cum all over my jeans?’

A much louder moan escaped you as you sped up your ministrations. You reached down to spread your lips, pushing your panties to the side. Even the abrasiveness of the fabric felt amazing against you after waiting so long to be touched.

A devilish look crossed his face.

‘Fine. You have until I count to thirty to get ready and then you’re going to come when I tell you to. One…’

You frowned, using your legs to pump harder and faster against him.

‘…Ten…’

His fingertips sunk into your hips, pushing you faster and further. The stinging feeling in your clit was riding the line between pain and pleasure, bringing a tear to your eyes.

‘Twenty…’

‘I don’t- k-know-,‘ you stammered and tightened your grip around him.

‘…Twenty five, twenty six,’ he brought his lips to your ear to growl, ‘you better come for me… twenty eight, twenty nine… right now.’

Who were you to ignore a command like that? It traveled from your ear straight to your gut and exploded like a firework. You threw your head into his shoulder, losing your rhythm and gasping through your orgasm. Tingling sensations ran through your body which was quickly feeling like lead against him.

‘That was a little pathetic,’ he chuckled down at you taking a minute to catch your breath.

When you turned to face him, sweat had plastered your hair to your forehead where it had met his shoulder. You looked up with saucer eyes and an embarrassed smile as he smoothed the hair off your skin. 

‘Just following directions,’ you panted.  

‘Mmm, sure,’ he said mockingly as he lifted you off to switch places. As he stood before you, you were faced with the spot you had left on his jeans: the fabric was dark and saturated, shining and milky at the top close to a visible bulge. A hot blush ran down your neck when he stared you down severely in response, or what would have been severe if not for the smirk still playing at his lips.  

He turned to look to Hitoshi calmly and pointed to the stain.

‘You wanna lick this clean too?’ he tormented.

Lavender eyes doubled in size, trying to gauge what the appropriate response was before choosing honesty and vigorously shaking his head yes. After a dramatic pause, he sauntered over, stopping directly in front of Hitoshi.

‘Ok, you can clean up her mess. Hands on the bench.’  

As Hitoshi leaned forward, tongue extended and eyes trained upward, he found his target had moved to just outside his reach. He lifted his butt from the bench, trying to extend his range, desperate to make contact. Shouta scoffed down at him.

‘What’s the matter? I thought you wanted it.’

Hitoshi’s eyebrows knit together in frustration. He huffed a breath, crouching further, pulling his arms as far back as his shoulder blades would allow to keep his fingers on the underside of the bench. For all the effort, he gained enough ground to land one solid lick up the length before Shouta inched back one more time. A desperate noise left Hitoshi, head bowed to Shouta’s feet.

‘Are you sure you want it?’

Glassy eyes traced up over abs and chest to meet inky eyes that were ablaze for the man below him.

‘Please, Shouta, it’s gonna dry, I’ve waited so well, let me clean it for you.’

The pleads were enough to give the older man pause. He dropped his jaw in a moment of weakness and stepped forward to press Hitoshi’s face into his leg. His eager mouth moved against the stain, eyes straining to look up with want as he moaned and lapped at the bulge covered in the taste of you.

Coming back to his senses, Shouta pushed him back by the neck and moved toward the bed. Hitoshi toppled over, quickly scrambling back up to the bench, wiping his chin on the way. Shouta clicked his tongue as he turned back to you with a chiding smile.

‘Now I’m spoiling him too.’

You met him with a shit eating grin from where you had laid yourself out on display against a pile of pillows. He shook his head and began to peel off his wet jeans and underwear standing between the two of you.

‘How did she taste?’ he continued, looking at Hitoshi in the mirror when he didn’t immediately receive an answer.

‘Perfect. Needy…’ he said, finding his voice again. ‘Maybe you should try it yourself.’

You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth.

Shouta laughed and freed one leg, ‘I’m not really taking suggestions for what I should be doing,’ and then the other, ‘though I’m sure she’d love that…’

‘Your loss…’ he grunted.

‘Isn’t that right, pillow princess?’ He continued, ignoring Shinsou and leaning forward at the side of the bed to pat the fluff surrounding you, erection lobbing and capturing your attention.

You pouted, crossing your arms in front of your bare stomach. ‘I wouldn’t go that far, I’m not a pillow princess.’

‘I would,’ Hitoshi countered from behind, ‘you-‘

Shouta looked over sharply. ‘There’s a ball gag in the drawer with your name on it if you’d like to keep talking.’

Stock still at the new level of antagonism, Hitoshi licked his lip once, mulling over his options before opening his mouth.

‘You better give it to me then.’

Shouta narrowed his eyes, lifted his chin, and returned to rummage through the drawers. His ass was so perfectly firm and dimpled at the sides like a Greek statue, god, you both stared. He turned, smirking at your shameless ogling before crossing back to Shinsou. You rotated on your side to get a good view.

He pulled the black leather straps tight between his hands.

‘It was easier last time when you were so desperate to get fucked by me that you couldn’t speak. Where did that Hitoshi go?’

As he slowly approached his target, silver hardware gleamed in the light, catching Shinsou’s eye before he glued them to Shouta stood domineering over him.

‘Open for me.’

All bark gone, Hitoshi’s mouth flew open and was immediately stuffed with the large, black rubber ball. Practiced hands secured the leather behind his head, using their new handle to jerk Hitoshi’s head back and meet Shouta’s stare.

‘Is this what you wanted?’ He tapped firmly against Shinsou’s cheek.

‘Mmmfph,’ he mumbled, fighting against the hold on his head to nod yes.

After a moment, Shouta leaned down and ghosted his lips across the exposed ball, dropping his grip. You both whimpered as Shouta left to mount the bed, stalking up to you on his knees.

‘The two of you aren’t letting me get anything done tonight…’

Rotating to your back, you simpered and stretched your arms up over your head. He grabbed either side of your hips, squeezing his thumbs into the soft flesh of the bruises forming under black ribbons.

‘Not a pillow princess, huh? You’re telling me you wouldn’t rather just lay here and let me do all the work?’

You grinned. Of course, you would, and you both knew it. But you weren’t going to admit it, so you shook your head no.

‘No?’ Hands dragged down your hips, pulling your underwear off slowly. One hand found your clit, rubbing back and forth in a way that had you instantly melting into the bed.

‘I thought you were gonna collapse after humping my leg for 60 seconds earlier.’

He grabbed the long, skinny vibrator off the bed and dipped his head toward your pulsing heat. Maybe he was going to taste you…

‘I’ve seen how insatiable you are, you really wanna put in that kind of work?’

Abruptly, he spit down onto you. The feeling of it sliding through your folds made you cry out, looking down and locking eyes with him.

‘Oh, you liked that, huh?’

He slid the vibrator easily into you - it was skinny and stationary in a way that made you whine with yearning. He climbed up your body, keeping one hand on the end of the vibrator, to hang over your face.

‘You want more?’

You silently opened your mouth and stretched out your tongue, waiting vulnerable.

The forceful noise of the spit, the feeling of it hitting your tongue, and the sensation of the vibrations starting deep inside you happened concurrently, quickly followed by your own moans and a garbled noise from your gagged boyfriend.

Shouta leaned down closer to your ear. ‘What do you say?’

‘Thaaank you, Shouta,’ you drawled, swallowing and letting the vibrations take over you.

‘What do you think now? Seems like you’re pretty settled in to just lay here and be my little toy.’

He pulled your bralette straps off your shoulders and kneaded your bare breasts.

‘I don’t mind, as long as you say thank you when I’m done,’ he cooed, slapping both sides a few times. ‘Can you do that?’

You nodded yes in a jerky motion, arms wiggling around your face in reaction to the overwhelming new stimulation.  

He pressed his knee against your cunt, seating the vibrator deeper inside you as he bent over to bring his mouth to your neck. You made a different noise each time his lips traveled around your upper body, gripping his back and grinding your hips against him to shift the vibrator and stroke the perfect spot.

‘Beautiful girl, I love the way you melt in my hands. So worked up and you haven’t even had my cock in you yet,’ he whispered.

He continued murmuring to you, working across your skin and letting the vibrator bring you closer and closer to your climax until you couldn’t stand it any longer. You let out a groan, bucking your hips hard and digging your nails into his back as you came.

‘Oh thank you, Shouta, thank you,’ you gasped, grasping his face to pull him into a kiss, squirming around the vibrator still buzzing inside you.

‘Do it again for me,’ he peered down on you through his scar. ‘I know you can, give me another.’  

You made a frustrated noise that wasn’t a no, scrunching your face as the stimulation continued to grow to an uncomfortable level.

‘Open,’ he commanded. Your eyes and mouth instantly flew open, and he spit urgently into your open mouth, leaning in to lick it back out. You moaned a thank you into his lips, jerking back and forth and presenting yourself again.

‘Dirty girl,’ he expelled into your mouth again. ‘You’re not the only one covered in spit.’

He grabbed your head, forcing you to look down at Hitoshi, drool pouring out around the sphere between his lips. The front of his hoodie was stained dark where it had dripped down his chest. His eyes were heavily lidded, greedily taking in your body and Shouta’s control over it. It was enough to tip you over the edge, letting out a scream and darting your eyes between the two men.  

‘Good girl,’ he looked down at you.

When you finally stopped groaning, Shouta turned off the vibrator and slowly pulled it back out. Your body felt boneless, and you allowed him to move you around, scoop you up, and rotate you. You picked up your head as he mounted your thighs to face yourself on your stomach in the mirror. The red and purple marks that collared your chest would certainly serve as a reminder of the man above you, looming large, hair disheveled out of his bun, eyes trained on you as nimble hands unclasped your bralette. Sat slightly to his right in the background of the mirror was your boyfriend, still drooling, still looking at the two of you before him like dreams incarnate.

‘Take your clothes off, Hitoshi.’ It wasn’t the most forceful command, but it was all Shinsou needed.  He lazily played with your butt, reaching down to stroke the folds between your legs as you both watched Hitoshi frantically strip off his clothes. When he sat back down, his eyes were wide, awaiting instruction while his erection pulsed angrily in contrast to his abs.

‘You can start stroking yourself if you’d like but you cannot stop if you start and you will not come, do you understand me?’

‘Mmppaaahaa,’ Shinsou nodded violently.

‘Softy…’ you whispered with a grin.

A hard spank jolted you.

‘I own multiple gags,’ he warned. You smiled, lips pressed together.

Aizawa settled his weight onto your thighs, lining up with you and teasing at your entrance with his fingers.

‘I don’t want to have to gag you right now, I want you babbling on my cock,’ he said, sliding halfway in. Stomach flat to the bed, the fit was tight and you felt incredibly full already.

‘Oh fuck,’ you slurred.

‘Mmmm, so happy to just lay here and get fucked, aren’t you?’

In the mirror, you watched your boyfriend’s hand fly to his erection. Drool poured down from his mouth to act as lube. A look of relief crossed his face, throwing his head back and watching you in the mirror.

‘Ok, sweetheart, we gotta give him something good to jerk off to. Can you tell him how it feels? Can you make him wish it was him?’

With each thrust, he pressed harder into your back and pushed deeper inside. Everything was so tight, it was difficult to communicate but you let out disjointed thoughts as the pleasure took over your brain.

‘Toshi… he feels so fucking incredible… the way he fills me up… my clit rubbing against the bed every time he pushes inside me… god, it feels so good to come for him… I want to watch you feel him against you… in you... watch you come for him, too… we’ll give him whatever he wants, right babe?’

Each time you spoke, it physically affected Shinsou, causing him to speed up, slow down, lean back against the wall, wriggle in his seat. Likewise, Aizawa was aiming deeper and harder with each musing that fell from your lips. All three of you were starting to lose control.

He forced one of your knees to fold up toward your chest, giving him better access to pound into you.

‘Gonna give me what I want? Gonna show us that you mean it?’ He leaned forward, licking and biting into the skin of your back.

There was nowhere for you to go in the mirror’s reflection as your orgasm crashed into you, caged under him and his assault deep inside you while you watched your boyfriend try to reel himself in, overwhelmed from watching the display play out in front of him.

‘Right there, there it is, just for me,’ Shouta growled at your back, gazing into your eyes in the mirror. Your body shivered at his claim to ownership, rocking you through the rest of your orgasm. You dropped your head while Shouta wrapped his arms around you and littered soft kisses across your back.

‘Mmmm thank you,’ you moaned through a smile.

‘You’re welcome, thank you,’ he smiled at you in the mirror where Shinsou remained, ever so slowly sliding his hand over his cock, trying to minimize the stimulation without stopping completely. The men locked eyes, desire boiling to a point that even Shouta couldn’t withstand much longer.

‘Can you roll over for me?’ Shouta murmured into your ear before pulling out and peeling himself off your back to sit back on his heels. You happily obliged, rotating and propping yourself up on your elbows, albeit at the only sluggish pace your body seemed capable of.

Shouta turned to Hitoshi, beckoning him onto the bed with a silent hand.  Immediately, he leapt over, mirrored Shouta’s posture, and waited for instruction. Most of the front of him was shining and slick, spit still pouring out around the black ball. In the face of finally being invited into the action, he had forgotten his previous order and abandoned his angry, red erection between his legs.

Shouta stood up on his knees to tower over Hitoshi, grabbing the back of the gag and pulling his head backwards to look directly down at him.

‘I didn’t tell you to stop stroking yourself, did I?’ he said coolly.

Hitoshi let out a sharp moan as he resumed thrusting into his own hand, willing to do absolutely anything to please the grip at the back of his head.

Shouta’s free hand traced the outline of Hitoshi’s lips, ‘Good boy,’ before reaching back with both hands to loosen the buckle of the gag and pull it out with a squelch.

‘Don’t make me regret taking this off,’ Shouta smirked at Hitoshi’s mouth which remained gaping and empty, tossing the gag toward the headboard. He sat back down to take in the man in front of him, firmly running hands across his chest and stomach to spread out the worst of the drool that had collected.

‘You’re filthy,’ he remarked as his hands traveled down toward where Shinsou was slowly tugging himself, stopping before a line of purple hair began.

‘Fuck… yeah…’, Shinsou whispered, watching deft hands travel over the planes of his body. His eyes wandered over to you, laid under them and gazing up with giant, craving eyes. Screaming red and purple splotches bloomed across the otherwise perfect skin of your chest, drawing Hitoshi’s free hand to reach out and trace them on autopilot.

Shouta brought their foreheads together to gaze down at you. ‘Doesn’t she look pretty with my marks all over her?’

Hitoshi nodded. ‘I want that.’

Shouta grabbed Shinsou by the hips, pulling him closer where there was barely enough room between them for Shinsou to keep idly playing with himself and definitely not enough room to do it without skimming his hand across Shouta’s abs.

‘Oh yeah? You want me to claim you… Here in secret?’ he brushed his lips across his pecs before moving to the junction of his jaw, ‘or here where everyone can see?’

‘Everywhere, I don’t care.’

Shouta scoffed playfully. ‘They’re gonna think Y/N went a little wild on you…’

‘I want everyone to know it was you. I’ll go on the fucking news and tell the whole world.’ The look in his eye was dead serious.

Dark eyes flashed red. It was all the fire Shouta needed, going to work pinning dark badges of ownership across your boyfriend’s neck and shoulders, deeply grasping at his flesh with greedy hands. Cracked groans poured from Hitoshi’s mouth, head lolling side to side. Eventually, Shouta pulled back to admire his handiwork, face softening slightly.

‘Hm, some of it blends in with all of this ink you’ve put in your skin,’ he chided, warmly running his fingers over a splotch of red appropriately forming beneath the long-stemmed rose drawn in the space above his armpit.

‘What, you don’t like what I’ve done with the place?’ Hitoshi teased, tilting his head back.

‘I absolutely never said that,’ Shouta retorted, capturing his mouth again in a searing kiss.

You watched it all play out from below, getting a show of your own. You ran your hands over yourself and lazily contributed to their interaction by pawing at them from your back until Shouta looked down at you.

‘I didn’t forget about you, pillow princess,’ Shouta smiled, petting across your hair.

‘I know. I’m helping,’ you said coyly, stroking one hand up Shouta’s thigh and gripping his ass while rubbing small circles into your clit with the other.

‘Yeah? You wanna help us a little more?’ He asked, shifting his eyes back to Hitoshi.

‘Mmmmmhm,’ you smiled.

He stood tall on his knees again, putting his arms around Hitoshi’s neck and grinning down at him. The last kiss seemed to have put your boyfriend in a daze; it was still unbelievable to you just how subby he could be.

‘Here’s what I’m thinking,’ lips brushed against Hitoshi’s cheekbone, ‘I want you to fuck her, ok? And I’m going to use your mouth. And then, once I get off, I’ll let you get off. Do you think you can do that?’

He’d been edging for so long you weren’t sure he could do it, but he responded, ‘Whatever you want,’ with a loose nod, stuttering the stroke of his hand.

‘That’s a good answer.’

Once again, you were rearranged and Hitoshi watched through heavy eyelids as he entered you, still on your back, under the watchful eye of Shouta.

‘Fuck, that’s so good,’ he hissed as he slid all the way in. You moaned at the feeling of being full again.

A hand pulled his jaw to your left side to face Shouta standing on the bed beside you, cock at attention inches from your boyfriend’s nose.

‘Just a little longer for me, ok, baby?’ Hitoshi visibly liquefied at the pet name, opening his mouth to signal his willingness. The thick weight dropped heavy onto his extended tongue. As it slowly descended deeper into his throat, Shouta quipped, ‘don’t forget to move’.

They set off, Hitoshi translating the pace of each thrust from Shouta down to you. His hands gripped at your hips, trying to find purchase while subject to the whims of Shouta’s hands at the back of his skull – hands that were somehow still tender while forcefully chasing their pleasure.

‘Oh, Toshi… so perfect for me… so eager to do anything for me… I’ve always loved that about you…’

Praise rained from Shouta’s mouth, and Hitoshi alternated between staring up, doe eyed, and squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to hold up the bargain he’d made to outlast.

‘Eyes here, baby, look at me… you’ve always been so good to me… now you wanna be here with me… what did I do to get so lucky?’

The praise became harder to hear as the wet noises of Hitoshi’s mouth got progressively louder. When you spotted the oscillating bulge under his jaw corresponding to each of Shouta’s hungry thrusts, you let out a needy ‘fuuuuck, Hitoshi’, rubbing faster on your clit and clenching harder around him as he dipped in and out. His eyes rolled back into his head.

‘You see what you’re doing to us?’ Shouta rumbled, slowing and punching his drives further than before. ‘Ready for me to give it to you?’

Their eyes locked, and Hitoshi’s hand left its grasp on your hips to reach up and massage him. From below, you watched Shouta’s legs start to wobble as a hand wandered back, teasing and kneading into tender muscle.

‘Yes, baby, here here here-,’ he warned before he filled Hitoshi’s throat, gasping and pulling back to watch the last dribbles fall onto the front of his tongue. The movement inside you had momentarily stopped as your boyfriend lost all sight of anything in the world except the man above him.

‘Thank you,’ Hitoshi almost whispered, swallowing.

Shouta crouched down, grabbing Hitoshi by the back of the neck to plant kisses on his jaw and lips.

‘You better get going, it’s finally your turn to come for me,’ he said, grabbing the vibrator from the bed, clicking it on, and settling the tip against your clit.

‘Oh my god,’ you both reacted to the vibrations as he grinned down at you. You grasped Shouta’s thick forearm, keeling forward onto Hitoshi’s cock. He was unravelling, whimpering as he drove into you with Shouta inches from his face, captivated.

‘I don’t want this to be it, Shouta. I don’t want it to end, please, I want more, I want-‘ he looked down at you with wild eyes. You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth and nodded a go ahead yes.

‘I want to be with you,’ he groaned out through his thrusts, searching Shouta’s face of wonder for a response. A free hand came up to caress Hitoshi’s cheek, eyes warm, maybe even verging on watery, until an involuntary wail left your body as you were overcome with the vibrations against you. The pulsing grip you gave was enough to throw Hitoshi over the edge too, ripping him from the tender moment and crushing his face into one of pure indulgence. Shouta said some words of encouragement that neither of you really heard over the way your combined noises filled the room.

As Hitoshi came down, he opened his eyes to find Shouta exactly where he left him, hand pressed to his cheek, looking blushed and soft.

‘I-I’m…’ Hitoshi began to stutter, slowly realizing what his fucked out brain had done. It was cut off by a fervent kiss as you sat up to join them, kissing your way across his shoulder. When you looked up, they were back gazing at each other in silent conversation with the same ardent grins from breakfast.

You smirked, crossing over to kiss Shouta’s shoulder before they turned their drunken smiles on you.

‘Good work, boys.’