***Just a reminder, I'm going to be posting a new story Friday (it's a fem!citron au for dmbakura's bday), but I'll *only* be posting it on AO3. I'll share the link on Tumblr as well).***

The familiar, stiff ache of my back woke me up like always. I moaned and shifted onto my side to try and relieve the pressure on my skin. A broad, warm hand landed on my shoulder and started kneading the muscles below my shirt, and I jerked in shock before remembering where I was and who I was with. I sighed as Bakura's body heat soaked through my shirt and into my skin.

"Morning," Bakura muttered behind me.

"Mmmm," I moaned both to respond and to let him know I didn't want him to stop.

Bakura snickered. I could see his smirk in my mind's eye. Still massaging my shoulders, he leaned forward and kissed the nape of my neck. The feeling of his lips against my skin lit up my nerves. I can hear the shower down the hall, and laughter coming from the bathroom. Good. That meant both Ryou and Kek were preoccupied and I could have a moment alone with Bakura.

I shift to my other side then, so I could look at him. I feel him morning-hard against my crotch, but I only grinned and gave our cocks a teasing bump that made Bakura's breath hitch. My fingers go for his hair again. I love that fucking hair, and I combed it as I drew our mouths close for a quick kiss- unconcerned about morning breath. Our lips only just touched when the giggling rising above the shower noise became low moans. My cheeks heated up and my cock twitched in reflex at the noise.

"Ha, yeah, they're like that in the mornings," Bakura said, almost like an apology. Another moan echoed down the hall and I could feel Bakura heating up from his scalp to toes. "Um, they're extra worked up this morning, I guess."

"Sounds like it," I muttered.

I held Bakura in a moment of awkward silence, but only silent in our end. The sounds from the bathroom only grew louder. I realized they weren't going to stop, and I suppose the polite thing to do would be to get up and turn on the tv to drown out the noise while waiting for a more opportune time to be alone with Bakura, but I had already made my plans, and I never liked having to change my plans.

I flipped so that Bakura lay on his back and I was straddled on top of him. Bakura stared at me with wide eyes. He was too dark for a blush to show, but I was sure that he was blushing. His lips were dark and swollen, and his chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. I could tell the the entirety of the moment had him aroused. Me on top staring down at him. The other two moaning as they fooled around in the shower. And perhaps I shouldn't encourage that, letting him get turned on by all of us at once like that, but the look in his eyes… I liked that look, and I liked the expression on his face, and I liked that his heart pounded so hard that I could feel it.

So it didn't bother me, knowing that he was thinking about all of us when I kissed him. It didn't bother me when he accidentally moaned in time with Ryou. Actually, something about that was thrilling. It was like controlling the Rod in a way, taking more than one should have. I deepened our kiss, using my tongue. Again, morning breath be damned, I flew from Accra to Domino for this, and I wasn't about go slow.

Bakura arched up, setting my lower half on fire. Before I knew what I was doing I had a decent pace going, grinding down on him as I sucked on his bottom lip. And Bakura was so receptive to it all. He arched, and moaned, and tugged at my shirt, and I couldn't get enough of the way he forfeited his body to my every touch.

Then he started moaning, painfully close to coming. Bakura tried to cover his mouth, but I pinned his wrists over his head and worked my hips faster in order to make him moan more loudly. Kek wasn't the only one that could make a Bakura moan, and they're the ones that started making noise first. I wasn't about to be quiet for them.

Bakura bucked beneath me, singing out in ecstasy. It'd been so long, it'd been so long since I last came that just watching him come was enough to push me over the edge. I dropped back down beside him, wrapping us both up in the blanket and holding him as tightly as my tired arms could manage. My back felt great at that moment, or at least I felt so great that I didn't notice my back, and I dozed in Bakura's arms again. I didn't even notice when the other two turned off the shower, or when they left for work that day.