ENJOY THIS DOMESTIC FLUFF MONSTER FROM OT4 HELL.
Heaving an exasperated and weary sigh Kei looks up from the monitor his eyes have been glued to for the past few hours. Swivelling in his chair he looks out the floor to ceiling windows in his office and watches the last of the day's sunlight fading, painting the sky efflorescent hues of pink and orange.
Checking the time he sighs again before standing from his desk and stretching out his long, aching limbs. There is a crick in his neck that has been bothering him all week and the muscles of his back are tense and sore. Likely a result of sitting at a computer desk for far too many hours.
Filing away documents into his brown leather satchel Kei pulls on his long grey coat before slinging his bag across his chest and leaving his office, locking the door behind him. Once he has descended the elevator and exited his office building Kei checks his phone and finds the expected message from Keiji informing of his departure from work. Kei allows himself a small smile at the words on his screen that Keiji may as well be copy and pasting as he sends the exact same ones every week day.
It doesn't take Kei long to reach the train station and spot a familiar head of short black hair. Keiji turns and Kei's met with a beautiful pair of sharp, angular dark green eyes. Upon seeing the incredibly attractive man in his immaculate navy blue suit Kei wants to take his soft face between his hands and kiss him, but they are in public with many people milling about eager to get home so he simply places a hand at the small of Keiji's back and they make their way into the station.
"How was your day?" Keiji asks quietly as they wait, side by side the train.
"Same as ever, tiring in its monotony," Kei answers sincerely, never being anything other than truthful with the man who makes doing so the easiest thing in the world. "How about you?"
Keiji breathes a sigh and Kei already knows the answer. "Maybe Tetsurou's right."
A smile curls the corner of Kei's lip. "Don't tell him that."
"He'll know if we follow through with it anyway."
Humming an acknowledging noise Kei considers the advice Tetsurou had offered them over a week ago. Honestly there wasn't much time that went by when Kei wasn't contemplating it.
Kei and Keiji have been bemoaning their jobs for months now. As much as either of them bemoan anything; Tetsurou's more perceptive of their subtle moods than anyone else ever has been. He suggested that they both quit their jobs in favour of pursuing careers they actually enjoy. It wasn't like either of them aspired to be where they are, it just happened. The money is good and they're comfortable in their positions. But not happy.
"Come on Tsukki, you may as well whilst you have some security with me and Kou," Tetsurou had been as convincing as ever. "What could go wrong?"
"Uh, I could be left with no job, no home and no prospects if both of you decide to want out."
"Okay, firstly, that's never going to happen and secondly, that's what Akiteru is for."
"I don't want to rely on my brother."
"You won't have to, you have us. And I know you don't want to rely on us either but at some point you're going to have to accept the fact that we're going to support you no matter what. Maybe if you were a little less proud you could accept our help and you could be happier."
Of course the conversation quickly descended into an argument in the face of Kei's stubbornness and Tetsurou's hurt over not being able to support him. Kei's trust issues probably should have subsided by now with the three years they've all been together – and five years he and Tetsurou have been together – but he can't seem to shut out that prideful voice in his head.
As a far less stubborn person Keiji seems more comfortable with the idea. But then the older man has always put his trust in Koutarou and Tetsurou, leaving Kei questioning his ability to wholeheartedly depend on them.
Keiji bumps into his shoulder – or arm considering the height difference – and Kei glances down to see concern in his pretty green eyes.
"It's not entirely a bad idea," he says.
Kei nods and watches their train arrive. "I know."
They pack into the train with the rest of the crowd of workers heading home. Usually he'd hate the press of bodies, stifling in their closeness, but when he's with Keiji it's the preferred way to travel. Keiji leans back against the wall of the train and Kei stands in front of him, arm raised to the bar above for support though he'd rather cage Keiji between his arms, lean in and kiss him.
He can't though. That would be improper.
With the protection of his coat that curtains most of Keiji's body – while another man's back curtains the rest – Kei does, in fact, lean into the shorter man. Protected from view Keiji's hands immediately find Kei's waist. Fingers massage soothingly at his suited abdomen and chest and hips. Kei wants to throw his head back and groan at the pure bliss the simple touches give him because fuck Keiji is amazing with his hands.
Kei pushes his knee between Keiji's legs and rubs it against his thigh. Not for a single second do their gazes move anywhere but on each other. Everything about Keiji, his entire being and sheer presence is calming. Kei didn't realise until now how much he needed Keiji to simply be by his side, let alone touch him, and make his day infinitely better.
Thank all the God's for both of their well-trained poker faces.
The train gradually starts to lose passengers and they slowly, discreetly move further and further away from each other until they're no longer touching and all Kei wants is for that fact not to be true. Fortunately it doesn't take much longer until they arrive at their station.
Walking down the street with only a few people around them now Kei can't bring himself to care about propriety any longer and laces his fingers through Keiji's.
"Are we doing anything is weekend?" Kei asks, pushing up his black rimmed glasses with his free hand.
"We don't have anything planned but I think Koutarou wants to go to the zoo."
He snorts a laugh. "How old is he again?"
"Twenty seven," Keiji answers, unfazed by Kei's obvious mocking.
"And why does he want to go to the zoo?"
Keiji shrugs. "Something about an owl."
"Of course."
"Kei, we went to that dinosaur exhibit when you wanted to go."
"Somehow I highly doubt Kou wants to go to see the owls for educational purposes."
"You like dinosaurs."
Kei raises and eyebrow at him. "Your point?"
To which Keiji actually rolls his eyes. "You didn't go for 'educational purposes'; you went because you wanted to. You're too harsh on Koutarou and you know it."
"When did I acquire you as my conscience?"
"When you fell in love with me," Keiji squeezes his hand and answers casually as if the words shouldn't send Kei's heart stuttering erratically.
He's saved from uttering an awkward response – because somehow he still manages to get caught off guard by his boyfriend's affection – when they reach their house. Keiji's getting his key out to unlock the front door when Kei turns him by his shoulder, presses him back against the door and kisses him.
Finally.
The kiss is gentle and soothing, just like Keiji. Their mouths move languidly, tongues tracing lines across teeth and lips, and the wet warmth of his boyfriend's mouth all but melts him. Kei pushes his leg between Keiji's far more fervently as his fingers move down the sides of his shirt to the waistband of his pants to untuck the soft material. The shorter man's fingers are firmly gripped into soft blond hair and as the kiss grows more heated he tugs—
The door suddenly opens and Keiji gasps against his mouth as the object they had both been leaning heavily against disappears. Thankfully the person who opened said door is a professional wing spiker and built like a tank, catching both of them relatively easily.
"Wha-? Why were you out here making out without me?" Koutarou questions, pout firmly in place.
Kei frowns at the fact that this is the first thing that he's worried about instead of the dangerous accident they barely avoided and that he's holding two full grown men upright while pouting like a child. It must be a sight to behold.
Finding his own feet, and helping Keiji find his, Kei scoffs. "We make out without you all the time."
"Well, I know, but… You could at least let me watch."
Closing the door behind him he hears Koutarou kissing Keiji so he pulls off his coat, grimacing as the tight muscles in his back twinge, and hooks it on the coat rack.
"Babe number one," Koutarou greets when he finishes kissing Keiji and then turns to Kei. "Babe number three."
The blond frowns as Koutarou sloppily kisses his mouth – lips still wet from kissing Keiji – before Kei pulls back. "Number three? I'm number three?"
"Koutarou I told you not to number us."
"My bro is number two. Obviously. You're really grouchy sometimes," his silver haired boyfriend explains with a characteristic – and not in any way endearing – lack of eloquence.
"I told you you're too harsh on him sometimes," Keiji adds to Koutarou's argument.
"Yeah, you're mean to me!"
"Fuck you."
"See?"
"This is ridiculous."
"You were number two there for a while when Tetsu did that thing with the fry pan," Koutarou explains, the adorably thoughtful expression on his face irritating. "He went right down to number six after that, below some of my teammates."
"You're in a long-term sexual relationship with your teammates?" Kei questions to prove a point.
"No."
"Then maybe they shouldn't be on the list with your boyfriends."
"There shouldn't be a list," Keiji says exasperatedly, as if talking to children; which, with the way Kei and Koutarou often bicker, isn't inaccurate. "I need a bath."
"Seconded," Kei agrees.
Koutarou beams at them, his mouth stretching into a broad grin and his bright yellow eyes widening with excitement. He looks very pleased with himself.
"I ran you a bath!"
"Thank you Koutarou," is all Keiji says as he passes his boyfriend and heads to the bathroom.
"Thanks."
Kei follows, leaving a dejected Koutarou in the entranceway. It's very sweet, it is, but they lack expressiveness at the best of times and they're both exceptionally drained after a tedious day of work.
He does feel guilty about the way he treats Koutarou sometimes. They're just such different people, complete opposites; Kei is prickly and stubborn while Koutarou is bubbly and eager. Koutarou often goes off on ridiculous tangents and Kei follows along mockingly, leaving sarcastic remarks that the other sometimes doesn't understand. Honestly, most of the time they both enjoy it. Occasionally one of them will go too far – generally Kei – and Tetsurou and Keiji are left to pick up the pieces.
Entering the bathroom Kei's eyes immediately move to the misty steam rising out of the bath and he almost lets out a groan with anticipation. Then his gold eyes shift to Keiji who's already halfway through undressing – how he always does that so fast Kei will never know – and he bites his lip to hold back another groan. The smooth curve of Keiji's pale lower back and the elegant lines of his arse and thighs hypnotise Kei.
"How is your back?" Keiji asks, turning towards him, completely naked, the words drawing him from his lust addled daze.
Kei grimaces at the thought. "Not great."
"Get undressed and I'll give you a massage in the bath."
His voice is calm as he speaks but not a single syllable spoken does anything but send heat through Kei's body. Biting back his desire that's boiling to the surface rather quickly, that Keiji all but accidently brings to life inside him, Kei obediently starts getting undressed. Carefully pacing himself and folding his starch white shirt and dark grey suit meticulously in an attempt to pacify his arousal.
"Why does Kei get a massage?" Koutarou questions, storming into the bathroom.
Though Kei and Koutarou argue frequently there is never a lack of desire between them, in fact it's possibly amplified by the fact that they're frequently at odds. Kei can feel the hungry yellow eyes on his exposed body but doesn't even spare the other a side glance.
"Because Kei is in pain," Keiji answers simply.
"I can give him a massage!"
"No," Kei and Keiji quickly assert in unison.
"Last time you gave Tetsu a massage he had to go to a professional to fix it," Kei says turning to face his far too eager boyfriend. "You literally ruined your boyfriend's back."
A pout saddens Koutarou's face and Kei can't work out whether he wants to kiss him to make it better or slap him to make it go away. So he does neither and walks over to their large bath where Keiji is waiting for him. The dark haired man spreads his legs, creating a space between them for Kei who, behind his apathetic mask, is fighting a hard-on at the sight of Keiji wet and warm and welcoming.
Lifting a long leg over the side his toes break the delightfully warm surface and Kei lets out a quiet sigh as his stress immediately dissipates. Sinking into the exquisite heat he settles between Keiji's legs, the shorter man's hands on his hips pulling Kei flush against his chest. This doesn't seem like the best position for the backrub Kei was promised but Keiji's arms tightly encircle his waist and forehead pressed between his shoulder blades, Kei certainly has nothing to complain about. His eyes flutter closed as he relaxes into the embrace and his hands find Keiji's thighs, fingers pressing into the firm wet skin.
"Your glasses are fogging babe," Koutarou comments as he flops down on the bathmat.
Since Kei is the only one with glasses – aside from Tetsurou who has reading glasses, that they all hope doesn't turn into a permanent need as he's far too attractive with them on – he opens his eyes. Koutarou moves quicker though and, with a notable effort of care, lifts the black rimmed frames from his face and sits them on his own head. Normally Kei would complain about the action but after having showered Koutarou's usually product hardened hair is soft and fluffy, drooping over his forehead and over his ears. The first time Kei saw his hair down he almost swooned. Internally of course.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," Koutarou grins, arm reaching forward and sport callused fingers trailing tenderly down his face, coming to rest on his cheek. "You're so beautiful, Tsukki."
They can be unapologetically harsh to each other sometimes, grumbling and whining, but then they have moments like this that nullify any previous discord. Tetsurou's the most romantic of them but Koutarou is by far the most affectionate, a big cuddly teddy bear with a gentle heart and it melts even Kei into a puddle of happiness.
With Keiji still clinging to him Kei leans into Koutarou's hand and forward to kiss him. With an eager sparkle in his eyes Koutarou meets his mouth, his fingers gripping into the back of curly blond hair to support his head. Doing nothing at half measure Koutarou's tongue pushes hungrily between his lips, expecting this Kei lets his jaw drop open and allows him access. Kei lazily moves his mouth as Koutarou kisses him fervently, too tired and relaxed to do much more. Not that his boyfriend seems to notice. The uncomfortable angle of his body forces him to pull away, giving Koutarou a small affectionate smile as he does.
Koutarou rests his chin on his arms that are folded on the tiled platform of the bath. "So I assume by the quiet and the cuddling that your days were bad?"
Kei huffs, fingers tracing over Keiji's that are locked together over his stomach. "Bad is one word for it. Horrendous is another. It's just the same boring bullshit every day. I don't know how many more balance sheets I can look at."
"I don't know how you did it in the first place to be honest. All those numbers and confusing tables of information," he says, his face scrunching into a grimace. "So you're gonna quit like Tetsu said?"
"I don't know."
"I am," Keiji says, unwinding his arms from around Kei. "I cannot deal with any more idiots with their unreasonably trivial demands when buying houses."
Koutarou's eyes light up. "Really? Finally babe! You both deserve better jobs. Fun jobs."
"I will settle for marginally enjoyable at this point."
"No Keiji, I'm not gonna let you settle for anything short of doing something you love! Tetsu and I will support both of you until you work out what that is," Koutarou is grinning giddily as if this is the best news he's heard all day – he makes this expression multiple times a day. "You won't have to worry about a thing! We just want you both to be happy."
"I said I haven't decided yet," Kei says under his breath.
They're both quiet at his words because they know pushing Kei is dangerous and that he simply needs time to come to a decision. Even the often oblivious Koutarou knows him well enough to remain silent. About that particular topic anyway. The silence doesn't last long as he starts rambling about his team and training, maintaining a one sided conversation effortlessly. Kei's uncertain at what point the overly enthusiastic man's ability to talk incessantly stopped annoying him. It's even become a comfort, normalcy he will never admit to seeking.
Keiji's fingers travel lightly, soothingly up and down Kei's spine before he presses into the tight muscles. Kei's head bows and his eyes close because Keiji's fingers are pure magic. A low groan escapes his lips unhindered as deft fingers work into an exceedingly tense muscle in his neck. Koutarou immediately stops talking, instead listening to the lewd noises Kei is unashamedly making. It feels incredible and at this point he's too exhausted to be embarrassed.
Minutes pass and Kei feels himself slipping into a blissfully semi-conscious state in the warmth of the bath that envelopes him and under the firm care of his boyfriend's hands.
A familiar deep voice calling out distantly and Koutarou scrambling to his feet brings Kei back down to earth. He hears a loud and long drawn out 'bro' before Tetsurou's tell-tale grunt of being hug tackled. Koutarou loves doing this when the only one of his boyfriend's sturdy enough to catch his bulky form comes home. His saddened discovery that Kei couldn't catch him had been one of the worst days of Kei's life; it was probably lucky he was so injured he couldn't strangle the idiotic sulking owl.
Kei opens his eyes to see his hands on Keiji's thighs that are tucked tightly against his sides. Fingers are still rubbing delightful circles into far his less tense muscles and he suddenly feels guilty. He's uncertain how long it's been and though his boyfriend is tired he won't stop unless prompted, until they both have to get out.
"You can stop Keiji," he says, squeezing his thigh expressively.
His hands still, palms resting flat against Kei's lower back. "Does it feel any better?"
"It feels amazing, thank you," he says sincerely, leaning back against him.
"You're welcome."
Keiji's hands encircle his waist once more, caressing his chest and Kei leans his head back on Keiji's shoulder. Turning his head Kei presses his lips lightly against Keiji's soft cheek, once, twice and a third time before Keiji hums happily and turns to meet his mouth. Their lips move lazily in an unhurried and tender kiss. Kissing Keiji is always the most comforting thing and God does Kei need it today. They both probably do.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Tetsurou's voice draws their mouths apart and Kei can hear the smirk in his voice before he sees it. "I could get used to coming home to this."
Tetsurou is casually dressed in dark denim jeans and a black hoodie, shoes off and hair… Well, a messy black bedhead, like always. Koutarou is wrapped around him, clinging to him like a monkey with Tetsurou's hands gripping his arse to hold him steady. Or possibly just to be holding his arse. Koutarou has a nice arse. Kei's relieved to see his glasses are still sitting unbroken on Koutarou's head.
Kei sighs. "Three years Tetsu, you've been coming home to us for three years."
"Not doing sexy things like this, seriously you guys look like something out of a porno. Though you're both a million times more attractive than any porn star I've ever seen."
"What about the guy from that pet shop one?" Koutarou offers, his brow deeply furrowed with thought as if recalling every guy he's seen in porn.
"There's porn set in a pet shop?" Keiji questions quietly.
"That can't be legal," Kei adds.
"It wasn't a real pet shop," Tetsurou clarifies. "Though there were real animals there…"
"Or that blond British guy in the flight attendant porn," Koutarou's face brightens like he remembered the answer to a difficult maths question. "He looked like Tsukki!"
"Bro, you're not going to convince me that either of them are hotter than this…" Tetsurou clamps his hand under Koutarou's jaw – squishing his cheeks – and turns his head to face Kei and Keiji. "Look at what we somehow managed to land. They're like fuckin' angel's bro."
"They are pretty," Koutarou's voice is quiet, which only happens when he's being mesmerised by something Tetsurou is saying.
It should be flattering, most people would find it so, especially since Koutarou and Tetsurou are extremely attractive themselves, but Kei is too tired to care. It's also a natural defence against his own embarrassing fluster to forcefully not care. He huffs and leans forward again, ignoring them.
"I'm going to make dinner," Keiji announces unaffected by the compliments as he shifts behind Kei. "Before it's too late."
Koutarou jumps out of Tetsurou's arms. "I'll help!"
"No," Kei, Tetsurou and Keiji all say in unison.
The last time Koutarou attempted to 'help' someone cook he nearly burned the house down. Which isn't an exaggeration. They had to replace their expensive oven because it was all burnt and broken. To be fair Kei isn't much better, he has the capacity to ruin anything but lacks Koutarou's destructive streak. Kei's also less enthusiastic about helping since he learned that he can screw up boiling water.
Keiji steps out of the bath and Tetsurou quickly encompasses him in a towel and a hug, kissing his forehead and cheeks affectionately. Drying himself quickly Keiji leaves the room with Koutarou, eagerly rambling about dinner, following behind him.
"He took my glasses," Kei drawls with annoyance, staring at the open door.
"I'll get 'em babe," Tetsurou offers and goes after them.
Heaving another sigh Kei stands and steps out of the bath just as Tetsurou returns. Standing there, naked and dripping on the bathmat, the cold air raising goose bumps across his pale skin, Tetsurou carefully places his black rimmed glasses back on his face. When his vision is clear again he watches the affectionate smile on Tetsurou's all too attractive face widen into a grin as his fingers smooth down Kei's face. Kei returns the smile but feels the tightness in it, clearly Tetsurou notices it too because his dark brow knits together.
"What's wrong?"
Kei shakes his head idly. "Nothing, just a bad day."
Of the three of his boyfriends Tetsurou is the most likely to push Kei, to make him talk about things he's uncomfortable talking about and make him actually work through issues he stubbornly refuses to work through. As much as it may annoy him Kei knows Tetsurou's the reason he has many good things in his life that he wouldn't have otherwise, things that make him happy. Things like this relationship; the two of them and then the four of them. Things that he will be eternally grateful for.
However, Tetsurou knows when not to push. He knows when Kei's not in the right frame of mind to be pushed. Not only is he sharp and perceptive but he knows Kei, tremendously well, better than Kei knows himself, and he knows now isn't the time to push.
"C'mere."
Tetsurou steps forward, closing the distance between them, and wraps his arms around Kei's waist. Welcoming his embrace Kei pushes his face into the crook of his neck, into his hoodie, and breathes in the familiar, heady scent of his boyfriend's spicy aftershave.
"Well, someone's happy to see me," Tetsurou says playfully, rocking his hips forward pointedly.
Kei huffs after clenching his jaw through the pleasure the movement gives him. "You try getting a massage from Keiji and not get hard."
"Good point, that is certainly enough to get anyone hard."
"Half hard."
Tetsurou chuckles. "Yes, yes, we are all very aware of how well-endowed you are."
When Tetsurou pulls back his hands remain at Kei's hips, fingers pressing into his skin firmly and thumbs trailing the sharp line of his hip bones.
"You gunna join me? I could help you with that," he wiggles his eyebrows like Kei needs extra help understanding the suggestive tone of his naturally arousing, deep voice.
"No, I'm okay, too tired."
"Little Tsukki doesn't seem to think so."
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call it that?"
"Probably many more. Especially since Kou's finally caught on."
Kei groans. "You're the worst."
"And yet you love me," Tetsurou sing songs.
The dark haired man presses a kiss to Kei's nose before taking his mouth. If Keiji's kisses are comfort and Koutarou's are enthusiasm then Tetsurou's are pure heated desire, slow and sensual and knee-weakening. Which is unfair for everyone involved when out in public.
"With every fibre of my being," Kei says when he ends the kiss because he's far too unwillingly aroused already to be kissing the sexiest man alive.
Tetsurou hums and pulls a towel off the rack to wrap it around Kei. "I love you too, Kei."
Kissing Tetsurou's cheek and muttering a snarky 'don't drown' that his boyfriend chuckles at Kei leaves the bathroom. After getting changed into comfortable sweat pants, a t-shirt and a baggy grey sweater Kei enters the kitchen to check on Keiji. Though, as the most mature, he's the last of them that needs checking on.
Coming up behind Keiji, who is cutting up vegetables at the bench, Kei rests his hand against the back of his neck, stroking his thumb along the smooth fair skin there.
"I'm not stupid enough to offer my help but are you all right?"
Keiji nods. "I'll be fine, thank you Kei. You can go keep Koutarou occupied for me though, so he doesn't pester me. I love him but he's distracting."
"I guess I could do that," Kei drawls, making himself sound more annoyed by the prospect than he actually is. "Tetsu will probably be out to help soon."
Hearing Keiji's acknowledging hum Kei strolls into the connected living area where Koutarou is sprawled out along the couch watching the television. He mustn't be overly absorbed by it though as his eyes immediately flicker to Kei as he walks into view. With a bright grin Koutarou stretches his arms out and makes gripping motions with his fingers like a child wanting to be picked up. Kei allows himself to be manhandled by his strong boyfriend and ends up lying on top of him, along the length of his body. On numerous occasions – of being manhandled and carried because that's just what he does – Koutarou has informed Kei that he 'weighs nothing' so he's not concerned about crushing him.
When parents threaten their kids with 'the cuddle monster' they're talking about Koutarou because that's exactly what he is. He has a need to have his hands on or arms around at least one of his boyfriends whenever they're in his vicinity. It's as annoying and embarrassing as it is loveable.
Koutarou's hands slide down Kei's sides and settle at the small of his back while Kei's long fingers card through soft white and grey hair. His eyelids fluttering closed over bright yellow eyes Koutarou leans into the touch and Kei scrapes his fingertips across his scalp the way he likes, his boyfriend humming blissfully underneath him.
"I'm sorry 'bout what I said earlier, with the numbering thing," Koutarou says, his voice softer because in their three year relationship he learned some tact, especially when dealing with Kei. "I was just being silly. If I'd known you'd had a bad day I wouldn't've said it."
"I know," he responds quietly. "It's okay Kou."
"You're all my number one babe."
"Except Tetsu after the fry pan incident."
"Right!" Koutarou grins, his fingers moving under Kei's sweater and t-shirt gently drawing patterns across his lower back. He whispers conspiratorially, "Sometimes I think we understand each other better then they understand us Tsukki."
"Ugh, don't say that," Kei groans, dropping his head on Koutarou's muscled chest.
He's not being serious though because Koutarou's right. But it's true of any of them. They all understand and relate to different aspects of each other's personalities and they all get along with each other. It's why their relationship, as odd as it may seem from an outer perspective, works so well. They all love each other immensely. Kei doesn't know how he'd cope if he lost any one of them; hopefully he never has to know.
Koutarou must get bored – a frequent occurrence, hence why Kei was sent to keep him occupied – because his fingers dip under the waistband of both his track pants and boxer briefs. Warm hands cup his arse cheeks and strong fingers start kneading into his flesh. And he's getting hard again. Honestly, between Koutarou's wandering hands, Tetsurou's sinful tongue and Keiji's general angelic existence Kei's uncertain how he's not in a constant state of arousal.
"Keiji said you wanted to go to the zoo this weekend," Kei says, keeping his voice steady. When the hands on his butt still Kei knows the distraction was successful.
"Yes! They have a special exhibit on the Great Horned Owl because some specialists from America are in Tokyo. This weekend only they'll be giving a presentation followed by a question and answer portion and they may even stay around after to talk to people," Koutarou answers excitedly.
He really is like a giant kid sometimes but Kei only ever finds it endearing now. A fond smile stretches Kei's mouth as he hides his face against Koutarou's chest that's vibrating and rumbling with his enthusiastic rambling about how amazing owls are. More than the other two Kei understand Koutarou's fascination as it's similar to his love of dinosaurs. He may have mocked Koutarou's reasoning earlier but Kei really does love his obsession with owls.
"—it'll be awesome! We can go right Tsukki?"
Kei hums thoughtfully. "I suppose so, it's not like we have anything else to do on the weekend."
"Hey, hey, hey! Success!" Koutarou bellows, his hands leaving Kei's body to pump into the air. "And also mean. You love my owl things."
He scoffs. "I absolutely do not."
"Yeah ha."
"Nope."
"Such a bad liar Tsukki. You love me," Koutarou singsongs, his hands moving along Kei's sides.
"Don't," he warns, eyes open wide.
"Don't what? I don't know what you're talking about," his boyfriend innocently claims.
Before Kei can say another word fingers are digging into his ribs and he's squirming and giggling helplessly as Koutarou holds him captive. He tries to get words of complaint out but they stick in his throat as uncontrolled laughter rips out of him. The day Koutarou discovered he was extremely ticklish had been the second worst day of Kei's life after the hug tackle incident.
"—ay! Oka—Stop pl-"
"Say you love owls!" Koutarou demands, his voice light and playful, as his fingers stop but rest threateningly against Kei's sides.
"I—I love owls."
"And…?" he prompts, his fingers trailing lightly against Kei's skin and makes him shudder in a very non-ticklish way.
"I love you," Kei allows – not that that was ever up for debate – and props himself up on his elbows to look down at his boyfriend. "You know it doesn't count for much when you tickle torture it out of me."
Koutarou beams a grin at him. "But you mean it."
"Of course I mean it. You think I'd tolerate you otherwise?" He questions playfully. As serious as they sound sometimes more than half of their interactions are light-hearted.
"For the sex maybe."
Kei snorts a laugh. "I don't need the sex that badly."
Winged grey eyebrows rise as Koutarou gives him an incredulous smirk and lightly runs the tips of his fingers down Kei's sides, making him shudder again. His hands continue down into his briefs once more, squeezing more firmly at his arse.
"Are you sure about that?" Koutarou asks, his voice dropping low.
At this point he really isn't sure about it. Kei's had a long day, he's irritable and tired, a bad combination at the best of times. Koutarou's hands feel so incredibly good, he knows exactly what Kei likes and would do all the work without even being asked and certainly without complaint. It's a temptation to be sure. Every day with the professional volleyballer's seemingly endless stamina is a temptation.
"Mm, not sure, never sure," Kei mumbles, dropping his head on Koutarou's chest.
"I could sway you to—"
"Oi, lovebirds, wanna stop groping each other long enough to come and eat dinner?" Tetsurou's voice calls from the kitchen.
"Food!" Koutarou yells, attention instantly drawn to one of the only things that can distract him from sex. The other things are volleyball and owls. They have a strict no owl or volleyball or food policy in the bedroom for exactly that reason.
The bulky man rises from the couch, taking Kei with him in a feat of strength that no longer surprises him. Kei slumps with an exasperated sigh because he has no energy to argue as Koutarou lifts him and carries him to the table. His long legs swing with the movement and bump awkwardly into Koutarou's as he walks but neither of them care.
"What, the lazy bastard can't walk himself?" Tetsurou mocks, smirking playfully as Koutarou sets Kei down in a chair.
"Shut up Tetsu," Kei says flatly, completely lacking malice, more as just something to say because he cannot comprehend a clever retort at present.
"Yeah, shut up Tetsu," Koutarou parrots making Tetsurou chuckle.
"Oho? So I see it's been a Tsukki and Kou bonding day."
"Why are you so energetic?"
Tetsurou shrugs as Keiji places food down in front of them. "Thanks babe," he says before turning back to Kei. "It's probably just the last of my caffeine, it'll wear off soon. Hopefully."
"Still no luck with the Hayashi case?"
Shaking his head Tetsurou doesn't look up from his food, his voice distant. "No. But I don't want to think about it this weekend. Let's just relax and have some fun."
Sometimes Tetsurou gets too caught up in his police work, sometimes it becomes personal to him. While Tetsurou has a cool confident façade that he can wield like a weapon underneath he's sympathetic and understanding. It probably makes him perfect for the job but it takes a toll. Tetsurou's a hard worker so if he think he needs a break from it then he definitely does.
"Tsukki shaid we canb go to the zhoo!" Koutarou enthuses, his cheeks puffed out and filled with food.
"Since when is Kei the deciding factor?" Keiji questions.
"Since he is the most stubborn and least likely to want to do things," Tetsurou supplies with a smile. Kei clicks his tongue but doesn't dispute it, they all know it's true. "How was work Keij?"
"He's quitting!" Koutarou shouts, thankfully without food in his mouth or it would have ended up sprayed across the table.
Tetsurou raises and eyebrow, smirking. "Oh? Finally ready to admit I was right?"
"You were right," Keiji deadpans.
"Well that was a lot less satisfying that I thought it would be."
"I'll write up my resignation and hand it in on Monday. In two weeks I'll be jobless," he says, his indifferent tone not betraying the difficulty Kei knows is behind the decision.
"It's okay Keij, we've got your back," Tetsurou comforts, running his fingers over the back of Keiji's hand. "This is a good thing. You've hated that job for almost a year, it's too much and it's not good for you. You deserve to be doing something you love."
A small smile curls Keiji's lips as he glances from Tetsurou to Koutarou, they both said the same genuinely supportive thing today. As ridiculous as the two of them may be sometimes there is never any doubt that they're two of the most affectionate and loving people.
"Thank you Tetsurou."
"Any ideas yet what you're going to do? No pressure, just if you've been thinking about it."
"Not really."
"He could be a masseuse!" Koutarou suggests.
"No," Kei and Tetsurou say in unison.
"What? Why? He's so good at it! His massages are practically orgasmic! He could be like one of the dirty ones that actually massages people into orgasm."
Kei frowns. "You want Keiji to give people other than us orgasms?"
"Well… No. Okay, fine, I see your point. But he's really good. I swear once he massaged me into orgasm just from massaging my back."
"Koutarou, that never happened."
"I'm bragging for you Keiji, just take it."
"You can't brag about something that didn't happen, that's just called a lie. And I don't need you to brag about me to two people who I'm in a long-term relationship with."
"They can always love you more!"
"No we can't," Kei and Tetsurou speak in unison again.
"Stop answering at the same time, it's weird!"
Kei and Tetsurou smile at each other across the table, their eyes glinting with mischief. Ganging up on Koutarou with Tetsurou is one of Kei's favourite things to do; if he had more energy he'd keep going. Apparently – and unsurprisingly – Tetsurou sees the weariness on his face because his smile drops and his warm caramel brown eyes narrow on him.
"Still undecided Kei?" He asks, his voice quiet and gentle.
Without lifting his gaze from the food in front of him – which is amazing because Keiji really knows how to cook, but then what doesn't he do amazingly? – Kei nods tersely. He's grateful when Tetsurou once more doesn't push, moving on and asking Koutarou about his morning training. Kei remains comfortably quiet as he eats and Koutarou blabbers on happily through mouthfuls of food.
This is his life, his routine. It would be a lie to say he isn't absurdly happy.
If anyone had told Kei ten years ago that he would be in a relationship with the two idiots and the angel he would give a lopsided smirk and tell them where they can shove their idiocy. Mostly because he never thought he'd be good enough for them. When Tetsurou started taking an interest Kei was baffled and concerned for the older boy's mental health; it was mind blowing. Then by the time the four of them sat down for a very long talk – confession – Kei decided that the world was a mysteriously backwards place where people like him are allowed not one but three wonderful and beautiful men that love him unconditionally.
After dinner Kei insists on washing the dishes, even though he is exhausted, and Koutarou insists on helping. The muscly man doesn't even playfully flick water and bubbles at him like usual, he merely offers a warm smile when their eyes meet and the occasional hip bump while they work side by side. Kei remains to meticulously wipe down the benches as Koutarou joins Tetsurou and Keiji, who are curled up together on the couch watching television.
"I'm going to sleep," Kei announces as he walks into the living area, "in the second bedroom."
Koutarou's eyes light up with excitement. They have two bedrooms; the master bedroom is primarily used for sleeping while the second bedroom is primarily used for sex. A system that works well when some are tired at the same time some are horny – the former never applies to Koutarou.
"To sleep," he emphasises before Koutarou bolts into the second bedroom. "Alone."
It could be taken the wrong way but they've all been together too long to take offense. Although they're unquestionably comfortable with each other seeking alone time isn't entirely uncommon so none of them comment as Kei kisses them goodnight. Koutarou's pouting but happily gives him a sloppy kiss. Kei's uncertain at what point he started liking Koutarou's sloppy kisses.
Kei goes to the bathroom and brushes his teeth. When he opens the door to the second bedroom he really shouldn't be surprised to find the light on and Tetsurou lounging on the bed grinning at him. Kei's going to blame his tired mind for not expecting this like he should have.
He sighs. "You really need to relearn the definition of 'alone'."
"You're not sleeping alone tonight Tsukki," Tetsurou says firmly, using his 'captain' voice.
"Tetsu."
"Kei."
Pushing his glasses up and rubbing his eyes Kei sighs heavily. "Fine, move the fuck over."
Tetsurou's victorious smirk is possibly the most annoying and confusingly arousing thing in the world. Turning the main light off Kei makes his way over to the bed, places his glasses on the bedside table and shuffles in next to his boyfriend. With Kei on his back an arm immediately drapes over his chest and the other under his neck as Tetsurou curls up against his side, tangling their legs together. It's so natural he's certain neither of them have to even contemplate the position at this point.
"No funny business, I'm exhausted," Kei warns.
Tetsurou chuckles. "Who do you think I am? Kou?"
"No, you're worse. You're unintentionally a giant turn on."
Kei stopped holding back the compliments that used to leave him blushing – more than Tetsurou – a long time ago. The day he learned Tetsurou wasn't as confident and self-assured as he fronted was one of the most distressing days of his life. He never wants Tetsurou to feel that awful ever again. Turns out continuously giving compliments makes you immune to the embarrassment. And Tetsurou deserves them.
"You're really still thinking about it?" Tetsurou asks, his voice quiet in the darkness of the room.
"Tetsu I don't—"
"Want to talk about it. I know. I just…" he huffs out a deep breath and it tickles Kei's neck. "I know you Kei. I can see that you know it's a good idea and that you pretty fucking obviously want to quit. I just don't understand what's holding you back. Especially now that Keiji's doing it. You won't be alone in it."
Honestly he's still not entirely sure what is holding him back either. The likelihood that he's going to go through with it is high, Kei just always needs time, to make sure he's completely certain.
"Do you…?" Tetsurou starts when Kei doesn't respond but seems uncertain about the wording of his question, or perhaps the question itself. "Do you still not trust us…?"
His jaw clenches with annoyance. "Don't you dare ask me that Tetsu."
"I'm sorry… I just want you to be happy."
"I am happy."
"More happy," Tetsurou says and Kei can hear the smile in it.
Tightening his grip on Tetsurou's bicep and the fingers than are laced through his other hand Kei turns his head and feels their noses touch. Kei breathes in Tetsurou's relaxed breaths for a moment, relishing in the closeness and warmth that he doesn't think he will ever get enough of.
"I trust you, all three of you, with my life. I… You know what I'm like Tetsu, I simply need to—"
"Be certain."
Kei huffs a laugh. "Kou's right, our finishing each other's sentences and talking at the same time is weird."
"He's just jealous. I think it's amazing," Tetsurou asserts, moving forward just enough to press his smiling lips to Kei's. "I think you're amazing."
"Ugh, gag. We're so gross."
Tetsurou's body shudders against him as he starts chuckling and Kei is forced to turn his head away to avoid being head-butted.
The door opens, momentarily lighting the room with the dim light from the hallway. Someone slips into the room and judging from the quiet Kei knows it's Keiji before he easily navigates the dark room and slips onto the bed next to him. Keiji curls into Kei's other side, resting his soft head of black hair on Kei's chest, draping an arm across his stomach and adding his legs to the tangle.
"Why are you laughing?" Keiji questions softly.
"Apparently I'm the funny one now," Kei answers dryly as Tetsurou struggles to catch his breath.
"You have always been the funny one," Keiji responds just as dryly.
The light turns on abruptly and they all wince against the harshness of it after their eyes have adjusted to the dark. Tetsurou and Kei groan loudly at the culprit while Keiji hides his face against Kei's chest.
"Hey, hey, hey, what the hell is this?" Koutarou complains, his voice whiney. "Why wasn't I invited?"
"Because you're loud and annoying and bright," Kei grumbles, his eyes scrunched closed.
"Bro, just turn the fucking light off and get over here. Stop being melodramatic," Tetsurou chastises.
The invite is apparently all Koutarou wanted as the light is immediately switched off. In the darkness there is a loud thump and then a cry of pain as Koutarou's undoubtedly walked into something. Which is practically impossible as all the furniture is against the walls and there is nothing fresh air between the door and the bed. Kei is too over-tired at this point to not snicker uncontrollably – Tetsurou obviously joining him – as the thumping and whining continues. Until Keiji has to ruin the fun and turn the lamp on.
Koutarou is standing at the opposite end of the room from the door and somehow managed to completely miss the bed. Which only makes Kei laugh harder and Koutarou grumble at him to 'shut up' as he gets in next to Tetsurou, spooning him. Keiji turns the lamp off and cuddles against Kei as who's sobering from the inexplicable laughing fit.
"Did you get him to quit bro?" Koutarou asks Tetsurou and Kei groans immediately. They ignore him.
"Yeah bro, he'll quit."
"It'll be okay Kei," Keiji consoles, patting his stomach and nuzzling against his shoulder.
"You're all annoying," Kei sighs.
"You love us," Tetsurou singsongs against his ear.
"Unconditionally."