Prompt 9. Double Penetration
Akabayashi/Izaya/Shiki. Akabayashi catches Izaya and Shiki during sex. Instead of shooing him away, he is invited in on the fun.
To be fair, Akabayashi had suspected some kind of relationship between his peer and the informant. He was neither stupid nor blind, as close as he may be to the latter, and the other two were either very bad at hiding their secret or, and this was completely in the realm of possibilities, they didn't intend to in the first place. That, he hadn't quite figured out yet. But maybe there was no reason to it anyway. It wasn't his business what the younger executive did in his spare time, or who, for that matter. Akabayashi was curious by nature, but even he knew when to draw a line and turn away from a situation, hands in the air, proclaiming he'd rather not be involved.
Unless, it was something as delicious as walking in on the two men rutting like animals.
There was no other word for it. No way to describe this as anything but a hard, honest fuck. Well, he hadn't thought them to be of the gentle and caring type anyway. Not that he had ever sat in a business meeting with the other executives, gaze lost and clinging to Shiki, wondering what the younger man was like in bed.
Nope, definitely not. At all.
The good thing was, he would never have to wonder about that ever again, because he got a pretty good look of it right there. He still holds on to the doorknob, as if letting it go might cut the last strands of sanity, which were turning thinner by the second as he stares at the two men occupying the spaces.
"Hello?" he eventually announces himself, realizing that neither Shiki nor Izaya had taken notice of him barging in on their intimate activity. The informant is placed in the executive's lap, straddling him, clinging to the older man as Shiki's cock steadily draws in and out of his wet hole. Akabayashi has never heard the boy make such lewd sounds, practically mewling as he took the man's dick like a champ.
What a trooper.
Finally, they stop for a moment. Izaya slowly turns around to the intruder, cheeks reddened and lips puffy. A picture Akabayashi would love to frame and hang over his bed. Up until this point, he wouldn't have used a word like "gorgeous" for the skinny young man, but in this moment, it felt most fitting. Behind him, Shiki glares daggers at his peer, and Akabayashi's throat contracts involuntarily as he notices the undeniable fury in the man's eyes.
"Hello," Izaya responds, his lips curling into a cheshire smile. Akabayashi shudders as he listens to the unusual smoky tone of the informant's voice, overflowing with lust. No shame in sight by a thousand miles, captain.
"Yes," the older executive croaks, feeling somewhat dumbstruck. "I should leave. Excuse me-"
"Wait."
Akabayashi lifts his head, making to turn around and vanish out of the room as discreetly as he had butted in, but stops when the boy calls out to him.
"Why don't you join us?"
Well then. This is an unexpected invitation, if he has ever seen one. Akabayashi goes rigid, the offer having taken him by blunt surprise. He stares at Izaya, whose smile has turned toothy as he catches the slight shock in the man's features. Unlike Shiki, Akabayashi's facial muscles were capable of more than just one emotion. Actually, he was very bad at hiding his emotions. That's the reason why Shiki was the one to take care of important business deals and such. If it was necessary his poker face would be spot-on, putting his opponent into a sudden state of insecurity. At this moment, Akabayashi realizes what it must be like for outsiders. Without consciously telling himself to, his look wanders over the naked form of the informant, over his shoulder and clings to the younger executive. There was still obvious disagreement in his features, but now something new had joined in. The look of a predator who has found a possible prey. Akabayashi feels both challenged and intimidated. The mixture of expressions in the brunette's eyes throws him off as much as it fascinates him. He hasn't seen a stirring of emotions this honest in a while, maybe never really.
Involuntarily, a shudder runs through his frame.
"Please." Izaya leans forward, nuzzling into the crook of Shiki's neck in a coy manner, his eyes never wavering from Akabayashi. He watches the older man through dark lashes, a sinister glimmer tainting the crimson color of his iris. "Join us."
Akabayashi swallows against the sudden dryness in his throat. His gaze wanders back and forth between the two men, sensing contradicting vibes coming off them. But then Shiki moves, turns his head so he can place a light kiss on top of Izaya's head. The gesture would have seemed tender, if it wasn't for the joyless smile pulling his lips apart.
"What do you say, Mizuki?" Shiki rumbles, watches as the intimate use of the executive's first name resulted in a flinch. "There's room for one more."
Never look a gift horse in the mouth, or so they say. Akabayashi closes the door behind himself, sealing himself inside the room with the other two.
It's a blur really. As if his mind can't keep up with the ridiculousness of the situation. He feels the hands on him, gently pressing him into the leather couch. Too many hands. One between his thighs, rubbing small circles into the inner side of it, making him shudder. Another two on his shirt, flying to unbutton it with talented fingers. One in his hair, pulling it, borderline painful, as his head is dragged back and then there is Shiki's mouth on his. His lips are rough, not as unpleasant as he would have expected them to be, seeing how nothing about Shiki was giving off the vibe of pleasant or soft. It was a firm press against his, challenging, ordering him into submission which Akabayashi gives faster than he would have liked.
The hands on his shirt finished their work, and now they're running over his chest, down his belly, landing on his hips. His belt is quickly unbuckled and before Akabayashi can say anything, a mouth wraps around his half-hard cock. Much to his own embarrassment, he gasps against Shiki's mouth, feeling the younger yakuza's lips twist into a sadistic smile. There is something like resistance rising in his chest, a small voice telling him that this was a bad idea. But then the informant's tongue presses into the slit of his cock and both unease and voice are gone just like that. Akabayashi's hand lands in the dark hair of the boy, neither pushing nor pulling, just letting it rest atop and feeling the bobbing motion against his palm. With his other hand, he reaches up to twist it in the fabric of Shiki's shirt. While Izaya is fully undressed, Shiki still wears his usual attire of dark shirt and white slacks. Their mouths busied with each other, Shiki carefully pries the hand off his shirt, guiding it lower until Akabayashi wraps his fingers around the length of his dick. It feels hot inside his palm, still sticky with lube and Izaya's own fluids. He shudders at the indecency of the whole situation.
When Shiki eventually draws away, his lips tingle from the abuse, blood rushing to the surface. He opens his eyes to catch the younger executive taking the glasses off his nose, tossing them onto the nearby coffee table.
"I hate these things," he comments. "You look stupid with them."
Akabayashi chuckles, a hollow sound in his throat. "I'm glad to hear you worry about my appearances so much, Haruya."
For a small moment, he watches annoyance dart over Shiki's face, but it quickly changes into a mock smile, showing way too much teeth to seem anything but sinister.
"Your appearance is the last thing that bothers me about you," he growls. When he dives back in for another kiss, its blunt and bruising, teeth grazing the skin of his lips. Akabayashi yelps when he feels a sting, then he can taste blood. His own blood.
"Bastard," he hisses, without the proper venom behind it. In revenge, he squeezes Shiki's dick in his hand, eliciting a surprised gasp from the brunette. He would do more teasing, but quickly learned that the informant still knelt between his legs didn't approve of being ignored for too long. Akabayashi sucks the air in harshly when Izaya grabs his hips, pushing down on his cock until it hits the back of his throat. He stays like that for a moment, his throat contracting around the intruder, until it gets too much and his lungs demand air. Slowly, he pulls off and looks up to catch Akabayashi's dumbstruck face. He chuckles, letting the cock slide out of his mouth, instead working it with his hand now. He runs a thumb over the tip, watching as the red head's mouth falls open, a moan threatening to escape it. Izaya could play like this with the man forever, bathing in the honest reactions he gave him. Akabayashi was much easier to break than Shiki. The younger executive never showed much of an emotion when they fucked, except for the occasional frown or dark growl, announcing his approaching orgasm.
And yet, all he wants is to feel the red head's cock fucking him senseless. Sometimes, you just have to make a hard decision.
Izaya slowly rises up from his knees and gracefully climbs into the executive's lap, watching as his expression goes from surprise to dim realization. It was such a good look on him, the bruised lip, a bit of blood smeared into the corner of his mouth, hair tousled and cheeks flushed. Such a stark contrast to his usual nonchalant exterior.
"I'm going to ride your cock," he whispers and laughs when a small keen escapes Akabayashi's lips. "I'm going to ride it so hard until you fill me with your cum."
Next to him, Shiki watches them closely, a knowing smile playing around his lips. He enjoyed seeing his peer like this. It was almost cute, how easily he had allowed both him and the informant in, allowing their prying hands, their touches. His usual cockiness having turned into nothingness. At a given time, Shiki would make sure to remind him of it.
With a hand reaching behind himself, Izaya grasps Akabayashi's hot cock, lining it up with his wet hole, before he easily glides down on it. Both of them moan in unison and the yakuza's hands fly up to grab his hips, fingers digging into the pale flesh.
"Ahh, Akabayashi-san is so needy," Izaya coos, beginning to bounce up and down, feeling the tip of the man's cock brush against his prostate repeatedly. He shudders, smile faltering for a second, before he reaches up to steady himself on Akabayashi's broad shoulders.
The older man's eyes are half-lidded, mouth hanging open as he watches the boy ride him in small movements. Despite the earlier action with Shiki he felt pleasantly tight, his hole stretching around the thick cock. His head lolls to the side when there are lips against his neck, willingly baring his throat to the younger man, as Shiki begins to suck the spot right over his pulse. Akabayashi sighs, feeling a shiver run down his spine when the suckle turns to a bite, teeth grazing the delicate skin. Izaya is still bouncing in his lap, when he feels the familiar shape of bony fingers press into the boy together with his cock. The informant whimpers, not having been able to brace himself for the new stretch. At the same time, his movements become erratic, more desperate, while words begin to spill from his bitten lips. Small pleas, begging for more, begging for the younger executive to fuck him. Akabayashi's brain lazily swam inside its own fluids, not making the impression of forming an intelligent thought any time soon, and so he watches Shiki stand, moving behind Izaya. It's only when he feels something else press into the tight heat that already engulfs him, that Akabayashi realizes. Shiki is going to fuck Izaya, with Akabayashi's cock still inside the young man. He has no chance to wonder how both of them are supposed to fit inside him, when Shiki thrusts his hips sharply forward, driving in and against Akabayashi. Izaya cries out, but doesn't stop his movements. The fingers on the red head's shoulders dug in painfully now, but Akabayashi ignores it. He stares at the two men before him. Izaya's eyes are heavy-lidded, mouth hanging open, and he watches Akabayashi as Shiki grabs his hips, intertwining his fingers with those of the older executive and pulls him down onto their cocks.
It must be painful, his ass not having been prepared enough, but Izaya doesn't protest. Instead, he takes what he's given, and he's damn enjoying it, as far as Akabayashi can tell.
He always figured the informant for a bit of a masochist.
At another especially sharp thrust, Izaya squeezes his eyes shut, tears getting caught in the curve of his lashes. Akabayashi leans forward and places small kisses on the boy's face. On the cheek, on the nose, on the temple. He comforts him, while driving his cock in and out of that welcoming heat. Suddenly, the hand in his on Izaya's hip is gone, and instead fingers wrench themselves into his hair, pulling Akabayashi away from the boy's face.
Jealousy, he thinks gratified, and allows Shiki to drag his head forward and into another hard kiss. There is a tongue licking at his lips and he opens his mouth willingly, allowing the other man in. He tastes of nicotine and Izaya.
"Fuck," the boy openly blurts. He watches the older men make out, his own slim frame tightly wedged between them. The sight alone sends a sharp shiver chasing down his spine. "I'm close…"
Shiki growls as if in annoyance, reluctantly releasing Akabayashi's lips. The hand that was holding the red head in a firm grasp reaches between them, wrapping around Izaya's neglected cock.
"Then I'll make damn sure you come with both of us fucking your whore ass," he hisses into the informant's ear, biting it unlovingly and eliciting a small cry from him. "Come now, Izaya. Be a good little slut and come for us."
It didn't need more than those words and a single flick of his wrist, and Izaya was done. He arches his back when he comes, fingers digging so harshly into Akabayashi's shoulders the man groans in response. The boy's mouth is opened to a cry, but no sound escapes. His movements turn erratic, still riding the cocks lodged inside of him even as his orgasm subsides and the cutting feeling of overstimulation takes over. When he squeezes down on Akabayashi's dick, the yakuza feels his own orgasm approaching. He leans forward, burying his face into the crook of Izaya's neck and lets it go. One hot wave after the other washed over him, electrifying him, setting his skin on fire. The freshly spilled cum adds to the lube, turning everything slippery. Inside of Izaya, Shiki rubs against him and it almost feels painful by now.
"Too much," he hears the boy whisper hoarsely. "Too much, too much…"
With a grunt, Shiki suddenly pulls out. He leans forward, putting his weight into the two other men, and roughly jerks himself off until Akabayashi feels something hot spill against his fingers, covering Izaya's lower back and his hand at the informant's hip. With his senses still dulled, he rubs his fingers together, feeling Shiki's cum drip down the tips, creating an odd sensation. He still has his face pressed into Izaya's neck, when the boy starts to squirm between them, showing inclinations to move off of the executive's softening cock still inside his ass. Akabayashi mumbles a faint apology and helps him to slip off of him and bonelessly flop down onto the couch next to his own exhausted frame. Izaya is huffing, skin flushed from the rough treatment. When he cracks an eye open to look at Akabayashi, a smile pulls his puffy lips apart.
"Not bad for an old man," he mumbles and the executive can hear the fatigue slur his words. Akabayashi chuckles in response, not at all feeling angry at the snarky remark.
"Who you're calling old, hm?" He reaches to brush a few strands of dark hair aside. Izaya hums in appreciation.
Above them, Shiki fixes himself with deliberate movements. He zips up his slacks, before reaching to rummage through the pockets, pulling a package of cigarettes and a lighter to the open.
Akabayashi offers him a concerned look. "Have I ever told you about the drastic side effects of secondhand smoking, Haruya?"
"Oh, shut up."
