He worked on Bakura with his right hand and stroked me with his left, both hands greasy with lube. The gel made his hand glide quick and easy over my shaft. It was so good that I almost exploded over his fingers, but before I could, he pulled his hands away from both of us. Bakura and I moaned in protest. Desperate to recover the lost stimulation, I lined up behind Bakura and slammed inside his body. My fingers were a shade lighter than his dark brown ass, and I couldn't help squeezing his rump with my hands as I slammed in a second time. He clenched tight; his body unused to intrusion. I thought back to my first night with him, on the floor just like that moment. I remembered staring at the couch and shoving a pillow over my face so I didn't have to look at him, but now all I wanted to do was look at him.
My hips kept jerking forward on their own, but I forced myself to slow down. My body was used to a certain minimum speed, and it was hard to stay below that in order to be gentler with Bakura. Each time my control slipped and I hitched forward, Bakura cried out. At first I thought the cries were from pain, so I'd try to go even slower. But then I realized he was crying out because he was into it. The way Ryou loved biting and scratching and the way I loved getting my hair pulled, this was what Bakura loved in bed - a good, hard slam into his prostate, the kind of feeling that makes sparks dance across your closed eyelids and your cock tingle.
My lips curled back in a grin when I had the revelation. For weeks, Ryou and I had been trying to find something that'd make him really scream for it. He was always satisfied by the end, but he didn't seem to be finding the same je ne sais quoi in bed that we had. From ropes and blindfolds to feathers and slices of kiwi, Ryou had an inexhaustible imagination in the bedroom, but no matter what we tried, nothing seemed to truly drive him crazy.
To test my theory, I rammed my hips hard into him.
"Fuck!" He tossed his head back to shout out the curse.
I eased up for a brief moment before doing it again.
"Shit!" Sweat glistened off of his back and forehead, and his thighs twitched in anticipation for another slam.
Ryou was watching us, occasional toying with himself. By the smile on his face I can tell he'd figured it out as well. I glanced at him and he nodded, so I stopped holding back, and pushed into Bakura quick and hard. He screamed, formless sounds interrupted by shits and fucks. It came to mind that I wanted to watch the shape of his mouth as he yelled out those profanities, so I pulled out and flipped him over to his back. He glared at me oh-so-hateful, but also oh-so-pretty. I could tell he was self conscious about what his face might say to us and would rather hide his expression in the carpet, but oh no. Definitely not. Those were exactly the sort of expressions we'd been trying to see for weeks now.
So I grinned at his angry glare, more buzzed off of the sex than the beer or sake. His cock-head was swollen and dark; pre-cum welled and drizzled from the tip. Ryou leaned over and licked it off. Bakura hissed. The sensation of Ryou's tongue was near-unbearable by the look on Bakura's face. As I plowed into Bakura, Ryou rose up on his knees and kissed me . . . slow, languid. The feeling of his lips, soft and firm against my own, made my heart freak, pounding against my rib-cage and rushing me to orgasm. I grabbed Ryou's shoulder with one hand and came into Bakura with my other hand braced against him. I gasped, shaking with how good it'd been and disappointed that it hadn't lasted longer.
Bakura squirmed when I stopped. He was close enough that stopping was agonizing.
"Don't worry." Ryou dragged Bakura's over a few inches to get into a better position. "We're not done."
Bakura clenched his eyes shut, refusing to admit that he'd wanted more. Ryou flushed the moment his pushed inside. It was always amazing, to watch his white skin go suddenly pink when he got too aroused. I have seen the gods, beautiful and powerful in their Tribunal seats and their gold and gem finery, but I have never seen anything as deserving of awe and reverence as Ryou.
Bakura's screams pulled me back into the moment, and, since Bakura was a good sport about finally bottoming, I decided to treat him. I laid on my stomach beside him and propped up on my forearms. My tongue dabbed at the rim of his hood and , instead of a scream, a strangled moan left his mouth. I brushed my lips against his shaft, and then licked the hot, throbbing skin. Ryou often teased me. He said the gods were being obscene when they created me because my lips and a tongue were engineered for oral sex.
That's how I found out I liked my hair being pulled. A fit of inspiration had me switch from a blow-job to a rim-job on Ryou one night, and he almost tore my hair out of my head, and I loved every second of it. I often let Bakura fuck me from behind just so I can lavish kisses on Ryou's lower half – kissing, licking, sucking until my name became a prayer on his lips.
My mouth was completely around Bakura now and he was pulling my hair. I already climaxed, but the sensation of hands tugging at my spikes of hair still made me purr. then Bakura bucked three times and poured into my mouth and I swallowed. After he finished, I straddled Bakura backwards so I could look at Ryou. We kissed until his come mixed with mine in Bakura's body. And there we sat a moment, baptized in semen and sweat and silicon lubrication.
Ryou touched my cheek. His brown eyes glimmered in the light. "Let's go to bed."
Sex with Ryou is kinda like a spicy meal followed by a decadent dessert. In bed you can curse and scratch and pound till your hips hurt, but afterward, Ryou needed to be kissed and caressed and whispered to. That was one of my favorite parts – whispering. I've only built myself up to flattery, telling him he was beautiful, but one day I hopped my tongue unraveled and I said something real to him.
He went to the bathroom to clean up. A light snoring sound made me look down, and I notice Bakura already sleeping. With a grin on my face, I scooped him in my arms and carried him to bed. He was heavy compared to Ryou, but light compared to the weights at the gym.
"What the fuck, Kek?" he muttered. "Lemme sleep."
"Sleep in bed." I laid him down on the mattress and Ryou slipped beside him. He was in the middle and we drew imaginary hieratic on his chest to pester him, giggling as he squirmed from our ticklish caresses.
"Idiots," he muttered, still half asleep.
"Bottom," Ryou sneered with a sweet tone and a cute look on his face.
I chuckled. Ryou's insults always sounded like I-love-you's. He wasn't capable of of real malice.
Bakura opened his eyes. "I think you should know- I decided I have a year and then I'm getting as far away from Domino City as possible."
I exchanged a glance with Ryou and he returned it before we both looked back at Bakura.
His gray eyes stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought.
"You . . . you can stay here," Ryou said.
Bakura smiled. "Thanks, Ryou . . . Hey, let's pretend I'm still drunk for a moment and not being serious, okay? I just wanted to say . . . I appreciate it . . . that you both would let me stay."
Ryou stared at the sheets. "It's not pity. We want you here."
"I know." He chuckled. "I know. I've never felt like someone's had my back before now." He shook his head. "But I hate this town. The damn game shop, the damn museum, the damn aquarium – most of all the pier. I can't go near it."
"Why the pier?" Ryou asked.
"Remember getting stabbed?" I asked.
"Which time?" Ryou snorted but he touched the correct scar. "This one? Not very well."
I sighed. "Ryou, you should kick us both out of your apartment."
"Duel Monsters, sex, and Monster World – why on earth would I give that up?" He tried to laugh, but his face went sad. "Bakura-"
"Ryou. Please. I can't stay here. It's cruel."
He said it so softly, so earnestly, that my chest hurt for him. If I knew where Marik was I'd fucking punch him for hurting Bakura. Instead of arguing, Ryou lay on Bakura's chest.
"Okay. We'll ... we'll just enjoy the time we have, yeah? And then when you leave, you'll still skype, right? And play Duel Monsters online?"
"Yeah, of course. It's not you I'm running from. You two ... you're the only reason I considered staying, but I can't."
"We'll visit you. Wherever you go. Anywhere. We'll still visit."
"Pick somewhere warm," I said, trying to lighten the mood.
"I was thinking California."
"America would be fun to visit," Ryou said. "Will you take me to see an American horror movie?"
"Sure." Bakura snorted.
Ryou curled up a little tighter to Bakura, trying to hold him in place. I did the same, turning on my side so I could sling one leg across both their bodies and my arm as well. I held them as close as a could, as hard as I could, as if I could keep us all together if I was just a little stronger.