[Fic] Seduction
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lotus_beautyOh boys will be boys.
Title: Seduction (Part 1)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lotus_beauty
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: w-inds. - RyoxKeitaxRyu
Warnings: threesome
Summary: Ryo and Ryu get frisky and Keita doesn’t realize what he’s in for.
Notes: I blame… Sars I think it was, who told me that Ryo said something about marrying Ryu and… things tumbled out of my mind from there 8D I started writing these out of fun and was convinced to post them to a comm. I noticed people wanted to friend me because of them so I decided I should post them here too.
“So where are Ryuichi and Ryohei?”
Keita turned from his spot on the floor between the two beds in the hotel room and eyed the bathroom door. He rolled his eyes as he heard a giggle and then a moan through the door.
“They’re busy,” he replied into the hotel phone as his sister laughed on the other end.
“What do you mean busy? Aren’t they with you?” she asked, amused.
“No, I think they went out. They’ll be coming soon,” he said, slapping his forehead in exasperation as he realized what he’d just said.
“Okay, well I’ll have mom call when she gets home. All right?”
“Okay, bye,” he said to receive the same and hung the phone up. It wasn’t that he didn’t like talking to Mio, it was that he didn’t think he should talk to her while the other two were doing… things in the bathroom.
With a sour look on his face, Keita pulled his robe tighter around himself and climbed onto the bed closest the to the windows and furthest from the bathroom as he heard a bump, a grunt, and then a loud moan from behind the bathroom door.
“Why can’t I get laid like that?” the young man muttered and sulked in the middle of the bed. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t had sex—with the other two for that matter. Oh sure, he’d slept with them, but it was never the way it was when the other two got together. They were never so… hungry or passionate when they were with him. It was just a mutual need; it ended fast. But when Ryohei and Ryuichi were together—that was a completely different story. He cringed as he heard them climax and sighed. How they hell did they always seem to manage to hit their climax at the same time? He wished he could be as passionate about someone as they were with one another.
Keita shook his head and slapped his cheeks lightly. Why in the world was he thinking about this? He glanced over at the door and listened for a moment to hear the two murmuring quietly. Leaning back on his hands, Keita wondered why they always had to share a room. Sure, Ryu and Ryo usually shared a bed so that he got his own, but a person would think they could get a bigger suite, maybe with rooms separating the beds so he could have some peace and not have to listen to the other two moaning and groaning all the time. And then they could get some privacy as well. He’d learned that walking in on them was thoroughly embarrassing for both parties the two times he’d done it and had made sure to listen to the door of the room before entering. Seeing them both naked casually and in other ways didn’t help, since it seemed like he was barging in on something—private. Thank god he’d moved out and gotten his own place. He was getting tired of humiliating himself by walking in on them making out in various areas of their place.
His eyes fell upon the video game system sitting next to the TV across the room and Keita found his hands itching to get on one of the controllers that instant. He moved forward to stand but found Ryuichi blocking his way, crawling onto the bed naked—utterly and completely naked. Keita found himself staring in shock as his mouth tried to form words.
“R-Ryuichi! You’re naked!” Keita screeched as the shorter man crawled over him and nuzzled his nose. It was at that moment a set of teeth nibbled lightly on his right earlobe and a pair of arms wrapped around his torso from behind, effectively freezing him in place. What the—
“I happen to like it best when he’s that way,” Ryohei’s voice purred into his ear, his chest pressing up against Keita’s back as Ryuichi leaned forward to steal a quick kiss.
But Keita wasn’t going down without a fight. “What the hell are you guys doing?!” he snapped as Ryuichi just smirked. A low chuckle floated behind him as dread weighed him down—they were actually serious!
“We’re going to seduce you, of course!” Ryuichi replied with a grin. If he’d had a tail, Keita could have imagined it wagging excitedly. “Oh, don’t give me that look! Well, you won’t be able to in a minute.”
Keita opened his mouth to respond but closed it with a snap and moved back a bit as Ryuichi leaned forward to pin his hands to the bed and his vision turned to black as Ryohei put something over his eyes from behind. He blinked in surprise as he heard cloth being tied off and his mouth dropped open in shock. They put a blindfold on him?! Why the hell did they put a blindfold on him?!
“We were thinking,” he heard Ryuichi speak.
“We felt selfish,” that was Ryohei. And his hands were pulling the robe down his shoulders as another set of hands was untying it from the front.
“W-what are you doing?” Keita asked nervously, his voice pitching upwards slightly in fear. There was a moment of silence. He knew that they would never hurt him in any way, physically or emotionally, but he’d never had the two of them gang up on him before, and the blindfold only made it worse. But he never got to panic about it. Ryuichi quietly shushed him and cupped his cheek lightly.
“You remember… that time, right?” he murmured softly and pressed his lips to the taller man’s chin.
Keita nodded. How could he forget? Ryuichi was being as gentle as he had been that time—his first time. He noticed Ryohei’s hands lightly massaging his shoulders from behind while Ryuichi used the memory to calm him. It was then that it hit him—they weren’t just trying to be nice, they wanted him to join. And it wasn’t but a moment after his realization that Ryuichi’s lips were on his and he didn’t bother wasting any time hesitating anymore, quickly responding to the kiss as he felt his robe being pushed off his shoulders and down his arms. He quickly slipped his arms out of the sleeves to run his hands over Ryuichi’s back. If he couldn’t see him with his eyes, he was going to do so with his hands, feeling the young man’s skin with his fingers—his body felt more muscled than he remembered.
He didn’t get to complain much when Ryuichi took his lips away, dragging them down Keita’s neck, and then kissing down his chest. His protest turned into a gasp of surprise and pleasure as Ryohei bit his earlobe lightly and nuzzled his ear, blowing into it. It was an effective distraction, making Keita turn his face in Ryohei’s general direction. Of course, he couldn’t see the direction in which Ryuichi was going or the smirk on his face as he continued in his set path past Keita’s navel.
The young man sitting right behind him nuzzled his shoulder as Keita reached back toward him. His fingers contacted Ryohei’s neck gently and he let them search farther to twist in the hair at the base of Ryohei’s neck as their lips and tongues met. He loved kissing Ryohei; his lips were always ready for him. He could never forget the feel of those soft, supple lips against his own, or all over the rest of his body for that matter.
When the kiss broke, Keita finally noticed the warm breath trailing over the shaft of his now uncovered erection. He realized it was in anticipation, just like his breath mingling with Ryohei’s against those satisfying lips. Ryohei nuzzled him and he could just feel the smile forming on his face. Was Ryuichi going to make a move or not?! He got his answer when a quick breath was blown over his sensitive skin and he gasped against Ryohei’s lips.
“Mmmmm,” Ryuichi vocalized, apparently satisfied with the response.
Ryohei caught Keita’s hand as he reached up for the blindfold. He wanted to see it; he wanted to see Ryuichi’s tongue on him. A light whimper escaped him as the man behind him whispered a threat about a pair of handcuffs within his reach and Keita decided he’d rather just have his sight incapacitated instead of eyes and hands. Well, he didn’t really need to see because he could feel the tongue tracing over his cock just fine, evidenced by how he gasped and writhed against Ryohei’s body. And he just knew, somewhere in the back of his mind where it wasn’t fogged with pleasure, that they were enjoying this and drawing it out as much as they could so he would enjoy it more than he had before.
“Kei…” Ryohei’s voice pulled him out of that fog slightly, his lips moving over Keita’s ear as he spoke. “I wish you could see what I do.” Maybe it was the way he spoke in hushed tones, or the cock that was digging into his back that clued Keita in to that Ryohei was just as turned on by watching as he would have been in Keita’s place.
“Ryo…” was all Keita got out before those lips were crushed against his own. And he could have sworn they were working together against him, because at that very moment, Ryuichi chose to practically swallow him and use his tongue the way Ryohei’s was moving against his own. He moaned into that welcoming mouth as his hand snaked behind his body while Ryohei was distracted to wrap his fingers around the older man’s erection to stroke in time to Ryuichi’s mouth moving over his own. Ryohei actually broke the kiss to moan softly against his lips and caught Keita’s arm.
“Mmmm, not yet,” he murmured and stole another lingering kiss. “I want to be inside of you,” he said as he shifted and took Keita’s hand away to squeeze it. “Relax and enjoy.”
He couldn’t even think of a proper reply to that apart from the moan that spilled from his lips at the thought that there was more—after this. Well, that and Ryuichi had started sucking harder at his cock, sending shivers up his spine. His hand left Ryohei’s and was immediately buried in Ryuichi’s hair as if to beg him to go faster—he was nearly there. And as if he could read Keita’s mind, he moved faster making Keita’s head fall back against Ryohei’s shoulder as his mouth dropped open in a silent cry of pleasure. So close; he was so close.
He barely felt the hands wandering over his chest, teasing his nipples in his lust clouded mind. But, he definitely heard the silky voice that whispered in his ear. “Come for me.” And then the teeth that sank into that spot between his neck and shoulder helped push him over the edge.
A cry echoed in the room as he finally hit his climax with a shudder, spilling himself over that tongue that kept milking him. He didn’t even realize he was panting until he noticed Ryohei’s hands on his chest felt heavy, like the rest of his body. A small smile fluttered across his lips as the thought of moving at all seemed like a joke in his orgasm induced haze of pleasure. He didn’t even know Ryuichi had moved until he felt the imp’s lips on his own, and a taste he recognized enough to know it was him on the man’s lips.
“Your voice is more beautiful than I remember it.”
Keita managed to blush at the compliment from Ryuichi as a chuckle floated in front of him.
“Thanks,” he rasped and managed a modest grin, mildly surprised at the sound of his own voice.
“I think you broke him,” a pair of lips pressed a kiss to his shoulder as Ryuichi laughed.
“And think—that was just a warm up.” He could hear the teasing in Ryuichi’s voice as the weight on the bed shifted and Ryohei helped him sit up. He reached for the blindfold to have his hand lightly slapped away. Apparently, it was going to stay on.
“I told you to relax and enjoy,” Ryohei purred from behind him.
Keita opened his mouth to respond as his hand was lifted and a glass put into it. He raised it to his lips to find cold water—thank god. He drained the glass every last drop as he wondered what else they might have in store. Had they actually taken time to plan this? Just for him? His thoughts came to a screeching halt as he heard the unmistakable sound of a kiss and a sigh of pleasure somewhere to his right. Even though his eyes couldn’t see what was going on, the air in the room had suddenly changed, his ears groping to hear more as he sat as still as possible.
“Mmmm,” he heard Ryohei’s voice purr. “Doesn’t he look beautiful in this light?” the young man’s voice murmured softly, just loud enough for Keita to hear.
“I do believe you’re right,” Ryuichi replied in a similar manner as Keita felt his heart start to race in anticipation. He wanted to see them. He wanted to see what they were doing—join in. And at that moment, Keita’s grip on the glass slipped and he fumbled to catch it. He sighed in relief and at his own bumbling as he gripped the glass properly.
“Where…” he trailed off as the glass was whisked from his fingers. Usually, someone would laugh and tease his clumsiness, but in a way, he was glad they didn’t.
“Keita.”
He turned toward the voice and reached a hand out to let it be caught by another. His mouth dropped open in apt surprise as a pair of lips kissed the back of his hand, unmistakably Ryohei’s lips. Those lips marked a trail of kisses up his arm and over his shoulder as he felt the young man settle into his lap. Keita didn’t realize he was touching Ryohei until his hands had traveled up his chest and rested at his neck, pulling him closer to steal a kiss.
The featherlike touch of Ryohei’s fingertips over Keita’s collarbones drew his attention as their kiss ended. As if in response, Keita tentatively touched Ryohei’s cheek, his fingertips lightly traveling over the dancer’s skin. He took in everything he felt, noting the fact that Ryohei must have shaved recently, because his skin on his face was unexpectedly smooth. Keita hesitated before letting his fingers trace lightly over those lips he had just tasted. He let out a breath, pleasantly startled when Ryohei took one of Keita’s fingers into his mouth and sucked gently on it, teasing his tongue around it. The singer found himself wishing his counterpart had decided to suck on another body part instead of his finger, seeing as it was turning him on almost as much.
Keita withdrew his finger from Ryohei’s mouth and leaned forward to capture his lips when he found a finger pressed over his own, the dancer quieting him softly.
“Imp,” Ryohei said toward Keita’s left.
“What?” the singer asked in confusion.
The weight shifted. “Ryuichi,” Ryohei purred as he moved around Keita’s side, “is lounging on his side on the other bed,” and placed himself behind Keita just as before, “and is stroking himself,” as an image appeared in the singer’s mind, “just like this.” The last part was half purr, half growl as Ryohei reached around the singer’s body to let his fingers wrap around Keita’s already erect cock and stroke it so lightly that he wanted to scream in frustration, but all he could do was moan as his fingers gripped the bed sheets tightly, the image of Ryuichi seared into his mind as his imagination ran wild with his memories.
He had walked in on Ryuichi like that once. It had ended with Ryu in Keita’s lap, panting in satisfaction as the he had done the same. The memory made his body shiver eagerly—he wanted to be inside Ryuichi again.
“You want him, don’t you?” Ryohei hissed against his ear, sending a small shudder down his spine. He bit back a moan as the dancer’s thumb stroked lightly over the head of his erection. Was he still mirroring Ryuichi’s actions? His answer came in the form of a soft, drawn out moan from the other bed. An involuntary whimper escaped him as Ryohei’s hand disappeared and the weight on the bed shifted. He could feel Ryuichi in front of him as arms wrapped around his torso from behind. Keita wondered if it was to keep him in place or because Ryohei was feeling possessive, but when the blonde behind him started to nibble on his ear, he couldn’t exactly think with the shivers running down his spine. If he’d had a mind left, he would have damned Ryohei for exploiting his weak spot, which the dancer obviously enjoyed, since he’d done it earlier.
“Keita.”
The singer reached toward the voice in front of him with a hand to have it caught up, just as before as he felt Ryuichi’s lips press against the back, then trail up his arm. When Ryuichi reached his shoulder, his lips disappeared and Keita’s breath caught in his throat as he heard the other two men share a deep kiss. His breath resumed with a gasp as a hand wrapped around his cock and stroked it with a deliciously slick liquid. He relinquished his grip on the sheets as Ryohei did the same with his torso, his own hands moving up Ryuichi’s body as the young man settled onto his thighs. Not a moment later, Ryuichi’s lips were on his own, his tongue slipping past Keita’s lips as the singer’s fingers tangled in his long black hair, still slightly damp from the shower.
When their lips parted, Ryuichi moved back, pulling Keita with him as Ryohei issued an order with deep yet soft voice.
“On your hands and knees.”
Keita was bewildered by the command but did as he was told and followed Ryuichi down to find he was on all fours over the young man facing him. Ignoring his confusion, he shivered as Ryohei’s hands stroked lightly over his back, buttocks and inner thighs. At the same time, Ryuichi’s hands splayed over his chest, teasing his nipples as he felt Ryohei’s body drape over his back.
“Don’t. move.” The dancer murmured emphasizing each word carefully, his voice laced with lust as he pulled off of the singer’s body. Keita held his breath as he realized what they were planning to do and he was quite unsure as to whether he could even follow Ryohei’s order of staying still.
“You can do it,” Ryuichi murmured before pressing a kiss to Keita’s lips. “Don’t move an inch,” he reiterated as his arms and legs wrapped around the taller man’s back. He felt Ryuichi lift the lower half of his body and slowly inch himself over Keita. The singer kept his body perfectly still; no matter how much he wanted to slam himself into Ryuichi over and over.
Determining Ryuichi had the most difficult position; Keita sacrificed an arm to place his hand at the small of the smaller man’s back, giving him some support. His effort was rewarded with a thank you kiss to his neck and a roll of Ryuichi’s hips he hadn’t expected to make him moan the way he did.
Just when Keita thought he was going to recover from that little stunt, he felt Ryohei slowly entering him. He heard a moan from behind, then another before him and found himself unable to keep silent as they both began to move. A moan spilled from his own lips as his body ached to move with theirs, but he managed to keep himself stationary as the two men moved over him—inside him.
Keita found himself aware of every touch—every sound around him. Ryohei’s hands were gently rubbing and squeezing the singer’s buttocks as he thrust into the man, deep moans echoing from his direction. There was a slight tense in the dancer’s hands when he rolled his hips forward. Keita found himself wishing he could roll his hips against Ryohei to see just how much more he could get the man to tense in pleasure.
Ryuichi contrasted with Ryohei, his moans louder and his moves quicker. If Keita had any doubt in his ability to pull off this position, it was put to rest as Ryuichi used his well defined muscles and flexibility to move in ways Keita hadn’t thought he could. It made the singer wonder what else he could do. He stored that thought away as Ryuichi rolled his hips and tensed for a moment, a moan bubbling from the back of his throat as he repeated the move, his pace quickening as he moaned words in a way that would make his fans—and all theirs for that matter—blush in astonishment.
As if Ryuichi’s movements weren’t enough, Keita found himself mirroring the man’s experience as Ryohei found a spot inside of him that made his body stiffen with intense pleasure. Unable to control the moans spilling from him, Keita found himself fighting to keep his balance as his arm threatened to give in. With every roll of his hips, Ryohei brushed over that spot and it didn’t take long for Keita’s arm to buckle down to his elbow. He barely noticed the change, as the other two kept moving—Ryuichi even faster. Keita could tell he was close. He willed himself to keep still as pleasure screamed for him to move; it drove him mad.
Finally, he felt Ryuichi go rigid, his fingernails digging into Keita’s back as he rolled his hips one last time before he finally hit his climax. It was too much for the singer to take. Ryuichi’s body tightened around him as Ryohei also hit the mark, causing Keita’s body to tense as he arched his back, crying out in pleasure as the man behind him did the same. He gripped the sheets as he emptied himself into Ryuichi, a wave of euphoria hitting him for one perfect moment before leaving him in a state of contentment, resting his forehead on Ryuichi’s shoulder.
He didn’t know when Ryuichi’s legs had released him, but he was glad, because Ryohei was now laid over his back, panting softly. It was a rare comfortable moment and he felt a pair of lips kiss his temple. He started, realizing the blindfold was gone and didn’t bother opening his eyes. As he felt Ryohei move off and out of him, he knew exactly what he wanted to do.
Keita shifted over and caught Ryuichi’s lips in a deep kiss, to which the man responded to quite eagerly for all the work he’d just done. A smile graced his lips when Ryuichi kissed his nose before letting him go. The singer rolled onto his back to reach up, pulling Ryohei down for a kiss as well. He loved the feel of those soft lips against his own.
He released Ryohei to feel him shift toward Ryuichi and sat up. As the other two murmured quietly, he reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand. His eyes popped open as the phone rang and he grabbed the receiver instead.
“Hello?” Keita paled a little. “Hi, mom!” He felt the bed stop moving and the other two go silent. “I’m fine.”
Keita turned to glance back and saw Ryohei sitting on Ryuichi’s abdomen, both of them staring at him silently. “They’re fine.” They snickered silently.
“Yeah, we were just playing video games.” Keita hated to lie to his mother. Well, maybe not right now. He listened to his mother as Ryohei scooted behind him and Ryuichi sat himself in Keita’s lap.
“Hi, mom!” Ryuichi said loudly as Ryohei echoed him, resting his arms over Keita’s shoulders in a loose hug. Keita couldn’t help but grin.
“She says hi,” he told them as Ryuichi grabbed the tissues to clean up the mess he’d made on Keita’s and his abdomen. “Thank you,” the singer said quietly to see a rare modest smile from Ryuichi. “Yeah, it is kinda late mom.” He smiled at his mother’s rambling. “Okay, I’ll call you tomorrow morning. Bye.” He let Ryuichi take the receiver and set it back in its place.
“You need a shower,” he stated with a nod.
“We all do,” Ryohei pointed out.
Ryuichi made a face. “We just took a shower!”
“Not with Keita,” Ryohei smirked as the singer rolled his eyes.
“I think I know where this is going,” Keita said mock deadpan.
“He doesn’t want to shower with us!” Ryu pouted dramatically.
“Well, I don’t know what would happen if I showered with the both of you.”
“Let’s find out then!”
“Oh, now you want to shower?” Keita shot him a look.
“Yes!” Ryuichi said triumphantly with a grin.
“And then have some sleep after the shower, hm?” Ryohei finally chimed in.
“Sleep? We’re going to sleep tonight?” Keita graced him with a smile.
The blonde smiled deviously as Ryuichi did the same. “Eventually.”
Comments are appreciated as always.
To part 2
Title: Seduction (Part 1)
Author:
lotus_beautyRating: NC-17
Pairings: w-inds. - RyoxKeitaxRyu
Warnings: threesome
Summary: Ryo and Ryu get frisky and Keita doesn’t realize what he’s in for.
Notes: I blame… Sars I think it was, who told me that Ryo said something about marrying Ryu and… things tumbled out of my mind from there 8D I started writing these out of fun and was convinced to post them to a comm. I noticed people wanted to friend me because of them so I decided I should post them here too.
“So where are Ryuichi and Ryohei?”
Keita turned from his spot on the floor between the two beds in the hotel room and eyed the bathroom door. He rolled his eyes as he heard a giggle and then a moan through the door.
“They’re busy,” he replied into the hotel phone as his sister laughed on the other end.
“What do you mean busy? Aren’t they with you?” she asked, amused.
“No, I think they went out. They’ll be coming soon,” he said, slapping his forehead in exasperation as he realized what he’d just said.
“Okay, well I’ll have mom call when she gets home. All right?”
“Okay, bye,” he said to receive the same and hung the phone up. It wasn’t that he didn’t like talking to Mio, it was that he didn’t think he should talk to her while the other two were doing… things in the bathroom.
With a sour look on his face, Keita pulled his robe tighter around himself and climbed onto the bed closest the to the windows and furthest from the bathroom as he heard a bump, a grunt, and then a loud moan from behind the bathroom door.
“Why can’t I get laid like that?” the young man muttered and sulked in the middle of the bed. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t had sex—with the other two for that matter. Oh sure, he’d slept with them, but it was never the way it was when the other two got together. They were never so… hungry or passionate when they were with him. It was just a mutual need; it ended fast. But when Ryohei and Ryuichi were together—that was a completely different story. He cringed as he heard them climax and sighed. How they hell did they always seem to manage to hit their climax at the same time? He wished he could be as passionate about someone as they were with one another.
Keita shook his head and slapped his cheeks lightly. Why in the world was he thinking about this? He glanced over at the door and listened for a moment to hear the two murmuring quietly. Leaning back on his hands, Keita wondered why they always had to share a room. Sure, Ryu and Ryo usually shared a bed so that he got his own, but a person would think they could get a bigger suite, maybe with rooms separating the beds so he could have some peace and not have to listen to the other two moaning and groaning all the time. And then they could get some privacy as well. He’d learned that walking in on them was thoroughly embarrassing for both parties the two times he’d done it and had made sure to listen to the door of the room before entering. Seeing them both naked casually and in other ways didn’t help, since it seemed like he was barging in on something—private. Thank god he’d moved out and gotten his own place. He was getting tired of humiliating himself by walking in on them making out in various areas of their place.
His eyes fell upon the video game system sitting next to the TV across the room and Keita found his hands itching to get on one of the controllers that instant. He moved forward to stand but found Ryuichi blocking his way, crawling onto the bed naked—utterly and completely naked. Keita found himself staring in shock as his mouth tried to form words.
“R-Ryuichi! You’re naked!” Keita screeched as the shorter man crawled over him and nuzzled his nose. It was at that moment a set of teeth nibbled lightly on his right earlobe and a pair of arms wrapped around his torso from behind, effectively freezing him in place. What the—
“I happen to like it best when he’s that way,” Ryohei’s voice purred into his ear, his chest pressing up against Keita’s back as Ryuichi leaned forward to steal a quick kiss.
But Keita wasn’t going down without a fight. “What the hell are you guys doing?!” he snapped as Ryuichi just smirked. A low chuckle floated behind him as dread weighed him down—they were actually serious!
“We’re going to seduce you, of course!” Ryuichi replied with a grin. If he’d had a tail, Keita could have imagined it wagging excitedly. “Oh, don’t give me that look! Well, you won’t be able to in a minute.”
Keita opened his mouth to respond but closed it with a snap and moved back a bit as Ryuichi leaned forward to pin his hands to the bed and his vision turned to black as Ryohei put something over his eyes from behind. He blinked in surprise as he heard cloth being tied off and his mouth dropped open in shock. They put a blindfold on him?! Why the hell did they put a blindfold on him?!
“We were thinking,” he heard Ryuichi speak.
“We felt selfish,” that was Ryohei. And his hands were pulling the robe down his shoulders as another set of hands was untying it from the front.
“W-what are you doing?” Keita asked nervously, his voice pitching upwards slightly in fear. There was a moment of silence. He knew that they would never hurt him in any way, physically or emotionally, but he’d never had the two of them gang up on him before, and the blindfold only made it worse. But he never got to panic about it. Ryuichi quietly shushed him and cupped his cheek lightly.
“You remember… that time, right?” he murmured softly and pressed his lips to the taller man’s chin.
Keita nodded. How could he forget? Ryuichi was being as gentle as he had been that time—his first time. He noticed Ryohei’s hands lightly massaging his shoulders from behind while Ryuichi used the memory to calm him. It was then that it hit him—they weren’t just trying to be nice, they wanted him to join. And it wasn’t but a moment after his realization that Ryuichi’s lips were on his and he didn’t bother wasting any time hesitating anymore, quickly responding to the kiss as he felt his robe being pushed off his shoulders and down his arms. He quickly slipped his arms out of the sleeves to run his hands over Ryuichi’s back. If he couldn’t see him with his eyes, he was going to do so with his hands, feeling the young man’s skin with his fingers—his body felt more muscled than he remembered.
He didn’t get to complain much when Ryuichi took his lips away, dragging them down Keita’s neck, and then kissing down his chest. His protest turned into a gasp of surprise and pleasure as Ryohei bit his earlobe lightly and nuzzled his ear, blowing into it. It was an effective distraction, making Keita turn his face in Ryohei’s general direction. Of course, he couldn’t see the direction in which Ryuichi was going or the smirk on his face as he continued in his set path past Keita’s navel.
The young man sitting right behind him nuzzled his shoulder as Keita reached back toward him. His fingers contacted Ryohei’s neck gently and he let them search farther to twist in the hair at the base of Ryohei’s neck as their lips and tongues met. He loved kissing Ryohei; his lips were always ready for him. He could never forget the feel of those soft, supple lips against his own, or all over the rest of his body for that matter.
When the kiss broke, Keita finally noticed the warm breath trailing over the shaft of his now uncovered erection. He realized it was in anticipation, just like his breath mingling with Ryohei’s against those satisfying lips. Ryohei nuzzled him and he could just feel the smile forming on his face. Was Ryuichi going to make a move or not?! He got his answer when a quick breath was blown over his sensitive skin and he gasped against Ryohei’s lips.
“Mmmmm,” Ryuichi vocalized, apparently satisfied with the response.
Ryohei caught Keita’s hand as he reached up for the blindfold. He wanted to see it; he wanted to see Ryuichi’s tongue on him. A light whimper escaped him as the man behind him whispered a threat about a pair of handcuffs within his reach and Keita decided he’d rather just have his sight incapacitated instead of eyes and hands. Well, he didn’t really need to see because he could feel the tongue tracing over his cock just fine, evidenced by how he gasped and writhed against Ryohei’s body. And he just knew, somewhere in the back of his mind where it wasn’t fogged with pleasure, that they were enjoying this and drawing it out as much as they could so he would enjoy it more than he had before.
“Kei…” Ryohei’s voice pulled him out of that fog slightly, his lips moving over Keita’s ear as he spoke. “I wish you could see what I do.” Maybe it was the way he spoke in hushed tones, or the cock that was digging into his back that clued Keita in to that Ryohei was just as turned on by watching as he would have been in Keita’s place.
“Ryo…” was all Keita got out before those lips were crushed against his own. And he could have sworn they were working together against him, because at that very moment, Ryuichi chose to practically swallow him and use his tongue the way Ryohei’s was moving against his own. He moaned into that welcoming mouth as his hand snaked behind his body while Ryohei was distracted to wrap his fingers around the older man’s erection to stroke in time to Ryuichi’s mouth moving over his own. Ryohei actually broke the kiss to moan softly against his lips and caught Keita’s arm.
“Mmmm, not yet,” he murmured and stole another lingering kiss. “I want to be inside of you,” he said as he shifted and took Keita’s hand away to squeeze it. “Relax and enjoy.”
He couldn’t even think of a proper reply to that apart from the moan that spilled from his lips at the thought that there was more—after this. Well, that and Ryuichi had started sucking harder at his cock, sending shivers up his spine. His hand left Ryohei’s and was immediately buried in Ryuichi’s hair as if to beg him to go faster—he was nearly there. And as if he could read Keita’s mind, he moved faster making Keita’s head fall back against Ryohei’s shoulder as his mouth dropped open in a silent cry of pleasure. So close; he was so close.
He barely felt the hands wandering over his chest, teasing his nipples in his lust clouded mind. But, he definitely heard the silky voice that whispered in his ear. “Come for me.” And then the teeth that sank into that spot between his neck and shoulder helped push him over the edge.
A cry echoed in the room as he finally hit his climax with a shudder, spilling himself over that tongue that kept milking him. He didn’t even realize he was panting until he noticed Ryohei’s hands on his chest felt heavy, like the rest of his body. A small smile fluttered across his lips as the thought of moving at all seemed like a joke in his orgasm induced haze of pleasure. He didn’t even know Ryuichi had moved until he felt the imp’s lips on his own, and a taste he recognized enough to know it was him on the man’s lips.
“Your voice is more beautiful than I remember it.”
Keita managed to blush at the compliment from Ryuichi as a chuckle floated in front of him.
“Thanks,” he rasped and managed a modest grin, mildly surprised at the sound of his own voice.
“I think you broke him,” a pair of lips pressed a kiss to his shoulder as Ryuichi laughed.
“And think—that was just a warm up.” He could hear the teasing in Ryuichi’s voice as the weight on the bed shifted and Ryohei helped him sit up. He reached for the blindfold to have his hand lightly slapped away. Apparently, it was going to stay on.
“I told you to relax and enjoy,” Ryohei purred from behind him.
Keita opened his mouth to respond as his hand was lifted and a glass put into it. He raised it to his lips to find cold water—thank god. He drained the glass every last drop as he wondered what else they might have in store. Had they actually taken time to plan this? Just for him? His thoughts came to a screeching halt as he heard the unmistakable sound of a kiss and a sigh of pleasure somewhere to his right. Even though his eyes couldn’t see what was going on, the air in the room had suddenly changed, his ears groping to hear more as he sat as still as possible.
“Mmmm,” he heard Ryohei’s voice purr. “Doesn’t he look beautiful in this light?” the young man’s voice murmured softly, just loud enough for Keita to hear.
“I do believe you’re right,” Ryuichi replied in a similar manner as Keita felt his heart start to race in anticipation. He wanted to see them. He wanted to see what they were doing—join in. And at that moment, Keita’s grip on the glass slipped and he fumbled to catch it. He sighed in relief and at his own bumbling as he gripped the glass properly.
“Where…” he trailed off as the glass was whisked from his fingers. Usually, someone would laugh and tease his clumsiness, but in a way, he was glad they didn’t.
“Keita.”
He turned toward the voice and reached a hand out to let it be caught by another. His mouth dropped open in apt surprise as a pair of lips kissed the back of his hand, unmistakably Ryohei’s lips. Those lips marked a trail of kisses up his arm and over his shoulder as he felt the young man settle into his lap. Keita didn’t realize he was touching Ryohei until his hands had traveled up his chest and rested at his neck, pulling him closer to steal a kiss.
The featherlike touch of Ryohei’s fingertips over Keita’s collarbones drew his attention as their kiss ended. As if in response, Keita tentatively touched Ryohei’s cheek, his fingertips lightly traveling over the dancer’s skin. He took in everything he felt, noting the fact that Ryohei must have shaved recently, because his skin on his face was unexpectedly smooth. Keita hesitated before letting his fingers trace lightly over those lips he had just tasted. He let out a breath, pleasantly startled when Ryohei took one of Keita’s fingers into his mouth and sucked gently on it, teasing his tongue around it. The singer found himself wishing his counterpart had decided to suck on another body part instead of his finger, seeing as it was turning him on almost as much.
Keita withdrew his finger from Ryohei’s mouth and leaned forward to capture his lips when he found a finger pressed over his own, the dancer quieting him softly.
“Imp,” Ryohei said toward Keita’s left.
“What?” the singer asked in confusion.
The weight shifted. “Ryuichi,” Ryohei purred as he moved around Keita’s side, “is lounging on his side on the other bed,” and placed himself behind Keita just as before, “and is stroking himself,” as an image appeared in the singer’s mind, “just like this.” The last part was half purr, half growl as Ryohei reached around the singer’s body to let his fingers wrap around Keita’s already erect cock and stroke it so lightly that he wanted to scream in frustration, but all he could do was moan as his fingers gripped the bed sheets tightly, the image of Ryuichi seared into his mind as his imagination ran wild with his memories.
He had walked in on Ryuichi like that once. It had ended with Ryu in Keita’s lap, panting in satisfaction as the he had done the same. The memory made his body shiver eagerly—he wanted to be inside Ryuichi again.
“You want him, don’t you?” Ryohei hissed against his ear, sending a small shudder down his spine. He bit back a moan as the dancer’s thumb stroked lightly over the head of his erection. Was he still mirroring Ryuichi’s actions? His answer came in the form of a soft, drawn out moan from the other bed. An involuntary whimper escaped him as Ryohei’s hand disappeared and the weight on the bed shifted. He could feel Ryuichi in front of him as arms wrapped around his torso from behind. Keita wondered if it was to keep him in place or because Ryohei was feeling possessive, but when the blonde behind him started to nibble on his ear, he couldn’t exactly think with the shivers running down his spine. If he’d had a mind left, he would have damned Ryohei for exploiting his weak spot, which the dancer obviously enjoyed, since he’d done it earlier.
“Keita.”
The singer reached toward the voice in front of him with a hand to have it caught up, just as before as he felt Ryuichi’s lips press against the back, then trail up his arm. When Ryuichi reached his shoulder, his lips disappeared and Keita’s breath caught in his throat as he heard the other two men share a deep kiss. His breath resumed with a gasp as a hand wrapped around his cock and stroked it with a deliciously slick liquid. He relinquished his grip on the sheets as Ryohei did the same with his torso, his own hands moving up Ryuichi’s body as the young man settled onto his thighs. Not a moment later, Ryuichi’s lips were on his own, his tongue slipping past Keita’s lips as the singer’s fingers tangled in his long black hair, still slightly damp from the shower.
When their lips parted, Ryuichi moved back, pulling Keita with him as Ryohei issued an order with deep yet soft voice.
“On your hands and knees.”
Keita was bewildered by the command but did as he was told and followed Ryuichi down to find he was on all fours over the young man facing him. Ignoring his confusion, he shivered as Ryohei’s hands stroked lightly over his back, buttocks and inner thighs. At the same time, Ryuichi’s hands splayed over his chest, teasing his nipples as he felt Ryohei’s body drape over his back.
“Don’t. move.” The dancer murmured emphasizing each word carefully, his voice laced with lust as he pulled off of the singer’s body. Keita held his breath as he realized what they were planning to do and he was quite unsure as to whether he could even follow Ryohei’s order of staying still.
“You can do it,” Ryuichi murmured before pressing a kiss to Keita’s lips. “Don’t move an inch,” he reiterated as his arms and legs wrapped around the taller man’s back. He felt Ryuichi lift the lower half of his body and slowly inch himself over Keita. The singer kept his body perfectly still; no matter how much he wanted to slam himself into Ryuichi over and over.
Determining Ryuichi had the most difficult position; Keita sacrificed an arm to place his hand at the small of the smaller man’s back, giving him some support. His effort was rewarded with a thank you kiss to his neck and a roll of Ryuichi’s hips he hadn’t expected to make him moan the way he did.
Just when Keita thought he was going to recover from that little stunt, he felt Ryohei slowly entering him. He heard a moan from behind, then another before him and found himself unable to keep silent as they both began to move. A moan spilled from his own lips as his body ached to move with theirs, but he managed to keep himself stationary as the two men moved over him—inside him.
Keita found himself aware of every touch—every sound around him. Ryohei’s hands were gently rubbing and squeezing the singer’s buttocks as he thrust into the man, deep moans echoing from his direction. There was a slight tense in the dancer’s hands when he rolled his hips forward. Keita found himself wishing he could roll his hips against Ryohei to see just how much more he could get the man to tense in pleasure.
Ryuichi contrasted with Ryohei, his moans louder and his moves quicker. If Keita had any doubt in his ability to pull off this position, it was put to rest as Ryuichi used his well defined muscles and flexibility to move in ways Keita hadn’t thought he could. It made the singer wonder what else he could do. He stored that thought away as Ryuichi rolled his hips and tensed for a moment, a moan bubbling from the back of his throat as he repeated the move, his pace quickening as he moaned words in a way that would make his fans—and all theirs for that matter—blush in astonishment.
As if Ryuichi’s movements weren’t enough, Keita found himself mirroring the man’s experience as Ryohei found a spot inside of him that made his body stiffen with intense pleasure. Unable to control the moans spilling from him, Keita found himself fighting to keep his balance as his arm threatened to give in. With every roll of his hips, Ryohei brushed over that spot and it didn’t take long for Keita’s arm to buckle down to his elbow. He barely noticed the change, as the other two kept moving—Ryuichi even faster. Keita could tell he was close. He willed himself to keep still as pleasure screamed for him to move; it drove him mad.
Finally, he felt Ryuichi go rigid, his fingernails digging into Keita’s back as he rolled his hips one last time before he finally hit his climax. It was too much for the singer to take. Ryuichi’s body tightened around him as Ryohei also hit the mark, causing Keita’s body to tense as he arched his back, crying out in pleasure as the man behind him did the same. He gripped the sheets as he emptied himself into Ryuichi, a wave of euphoria hitting him for one perfect moment before leaving him in a state of contentment, resting his forehead on Ryuichi’s shoulder.
He didn’t know when Ryuichi’s legs had released him, but he was glad, because Ryohei was now laid over his back, panting softly. It was a rare comfortable moment and he felt a pair of lips kiss his temple. He started, realizing the blindfold was gone and didn’t bother opening his eyes. As he felt Ryohei move off and out of him, he knew exactly what he wanted to do.
Keita shifted over and caught Ryuichi’s lips in a deep kiss, to which the man responded to quite eagerly for all the work he’d just done. A smile graced his lips when Ryuichi kissed his nose before letting him go. The singer rolled onto his back to reach up, pulling Ryohei down for a kiss as well. He loved the feel of those soft lips against his own.
He released Ryohei to feel him shift toward Ryuichi and sat up. As the other two murmured quietly, he reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand. His eyes popped open as the phone rang and he grabbed the receiver instead.
“Hello?” Keita paled a little. “Hi, mom!” He felt the bed stop moving and the other two go silent. “I’m fine.”
Keita turned to glance back and saw Ryohei sitting on Ryuichi’s abdomen, both of them staring at him silently. “They’re fine.” They snickered silently.
“Yeah, we were just playing video games.” Keita hated to lie to his mother. Well, maybe not right now. He listened to his mother as Ryohei scooted behind him and Ryuichi sat himself in Keita’s lap.
“Hi, mom!” Ryuichi said loudly as Ryohei echoed him, resting his arms over Keita’s shoulders in a loose hug. Keita couldn’t help but grin.
“She says hi,” he told them as Ryuichi grabbed the tissues to clean up the mess he’d made on Keita’s and his abdomen. “Thank you,” the singer said quietly to see a rare modest smile from Ryuichi. “Yeah, it is kinda late mom.” He smiled at his mother’s rambling. “Okay, I’ll call you tomorrow morning. Bye.” He let Ryuichi take the receiver and set it back in its place.
“You need a shower,” he stated with a nod.
“We all do,” Ryohei pointed out.
Ryuichi made a face. “We just took a shower!”
“Not with Keita,” Ryohei smirked as the singer rolled his eyes.
“I think I know where this is going,” Keita said mock deadpan.
“He doesn’t want to shower with us!” Ryu pouted dramatically.
“Well, I don’t know what would happen if I showered with the both of you.”
“Let’s find out then!”
“Oh, now you want to shower?” Keita shot him a look.
“Yes!” Ryuichi said triumphantly with a grin.
“And then have some sleep after the shower, hm?” Ryohei finally chimed in.
“Sleep? We’re going to sleep tonight?” Keita graced him with a smile.
The blonde smiled deviously as Ryuichi did the same. “Eventually.”
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