Hi everyone, it's Pandora :) This extremely silly fic came about after Holly and I saw a Hello Fresh ad where the guys in it didn't have a garlic crusher and we thought it sounded exactly like Baji and Kazutora - we kept bouncing the idea around and then she requested this fic. I hope you all enjoy it! :D

On a slow Sunday morning when the shop is closed, there's nothing Chifuyu loves more than taking some time to himself to drink a mug of green tea and read a book. If one of the cats decides to join him even better—being able to scratch them behind the ears and feel them purring in his lap is the best part of having them. Lately he's been reading a book about a café whose patrons can travel back in time and enjoying a strawberry green tea with it, and when he's left to have it, it's been blissful.

Unfortunately living with two boyfriends with less than ten braincells between them often means he doesn't get to finish his tea before it goes cold.

"Bullshit!" he hears Kazutora declare from the bathroom (itself a poor omen). "There's no way!"

"Don't be a bitch Tora," Keisuke responds. "Just accept it is."

Putting down his mug, Chifuyu tries to focus on the page in front of him. This week has been long and busy and all he's wanted is to curl up with his book; hopefully if he can tune the other two out he can at least finish his chapter...

"Fuck off Kei no it's not!" Kazutora snaps.

"Yes it is and you know it," says Keisuke.

"Dude you're fucking delusional!" argues Kazutora. "At an eight at most!"

Oh no... Sinking farther down into the sofa, Chifuyu frowns in concentration though he hasn't taken in a single word on the page he's currently reading.

"Look, it's perfect, it's clearly a ten!" Keisuke insists.

Chifuyu's hands tighten their grip on the book—he knows exactly what the argument is about and he has less than no interest in getting involved. Unfortunately...

"Chifuyu!" he hears them call together, his last shred of focus vanishing in an instant.

Finally giving up on his book, Chifuyu puts a bookmark between the pages and reluctantly gets up off the sofa. He finds Kazutora leaning against the bathroom door frame and Keisuke standing by the toilet, both looking argumentative.

"Fuyu, come look at this!" Keisuke urges with a proud grin. "It's my finest work, my magnum octopus—"

"It's magnum opus dumbass," puts in Kazutora, "and it's not that impressive."

"Yes it is!"

"No it's not!"

"Yes it is!"

"No it's—!"

"Both of you shut up!" snaps Chifuyu. The pair stop short, looking at him. "I was trying to have a peaceful Sunday morning and read my book and you've both ruined it!"

Keisuke gestures to the toilet. "But this is—"

"I am not rating your shit Kei!" Chifuyu says.

"No point anyway—it's barely a six," smirks Kazutora.

"Shut the fuck up Tora!" growls Chifuyu, glaring up at him. "You're no better: you ate mouldy shit from the back of the fridge and then threw up in the litter box and I had to clean it!"

Kazutora closes his mouth, suitably abashed. Unfortunately, now that Chifuyu has started it seems the floodgates have opened and he can't stop.

"And last month when you were both coming back from picking up that stock I took the time to make a really great dinner from scratch!" he continues. "But then you both went and got oden instead!"

Kazutora frowns, too stupid to have realised this isn't the time to argue back. "But we were hung—"

"You didn't even call to tell me," interrupts Chifuyu.

Keisuke waves his hands. "Fuyu—"

"No, I've had enough!" Chifuyu snaps. "I'm sick of cleaning and cooking and listening to you both argue about pointless shit—literally! I'm going!"

He stamps away through the flat to the door, his pulse thumping in his ears and the other two following behind. Yanking on his coat, he grabs his keys.

"But where are you going?" asks Kazutora.

"Out."

"When will you be back?" asks Keisuke.

"Don't know." With one last glare Chifuyu walks out the door. "And flush the fucking toilet!"

The door slams shut, the ensuing silence deafening the sound of Chifuyu's quick footsteps fading away. Frozen in place in the hallway, Keisuke and Kazutora stare at the closed door as if Chifuyu might walk back through it again. When he doesn't, Kazutora turns to Keisuke.

"Well you heard him," he says. "Go flush the toilet."

Keisuke glowers at him. "Fuck right off Tora."

Nevertheless he heads back to the bathroom to do so, shoulders slumped in shame. When he returns to the living room, Kazutora is in one of the beanbags scrolling his phone. A thoughtful pout comes to Keisuke's lips as he gazes around the room. Chifuyu's mug of cooling tea sits on the windowsill by the armchair where he was sitting earlier and the potted plants around it are droopy, no longer as green as they once were. Cat toys litter the rug (with more definitely hiding under the sofa) and the blankets on the sofa are crumpled and rolled up where they haven't been put away, with game controllers scattered among them. Keisuke glances over at the kitchen where the side is cluttered with plates and pans they haven't cleaned yet, and the surface of the dining table which is covered with cans and takeaway containers, his heart sinking. In his mind's eye he sees the anger in Chifuyu's face when he left the flat and sighs.

"We fucked up," he says.

"Huh?" Kazutora looks up from his phone.

"We fucked up," repeats Keisuke. "We're shitty boyfriends."

"Speak for yourself," Kazutora scoffs, returning to his phone. "I'm an amazing boyfriend."

"Tora..."

"What?" Kazutora looks back up and Keisuke raises his eyebrows at him. Something in Keisuke's expression seems to make him hesitate before he says, "Yeah, okay."

"We need to do something," says Keisuke.

"Okay," nods Kazutora. "When he gets back we'll carry him to the bedroom and not leave until he can't walk."

Keisuke shakes his head. "That's not what I was thinking."

"Really?" Kazutora says. "Okay then, I'll go online and see if anyone's got a cat they're trying to sell."

"We have too many cats already," says Keisuke.

"See this is why I'm a better boyfriend," Kazutora grins. "I'd never tell Fuyu we have too many cats."

"Tora, how many cats can you see right now?"

Kazutora looks around the living room and kitchen. "Three."

"And how many more cats are there in this flat?"

"Uh..." Kazutora bites his lip. "Yeah okay, we have enough cats."

"Right."

"So what do you think we should do?"

"I think we should clean," says Keisuke.

Kazutora wrinkles his nose. "Really?"

"Yep," nods Keisuke, "and not just clean—we have to get the place Chifuyu clean."

"But that involves moving furniture!" whines Kazutora.

"Yeah it does," Keisuke says. "And we should cook too."

Another whinge escapes Kazutora and he slouches down in the bean bag. "Can't we just take turns eating him out until he forgets he's annoyed?"

Keisuke pinches the bridge of his nose. "Look... do you remember when we brought home that box of kittens we found under the railway bridge?"

Briefly Kazutora's brows furrow as he thinks back but then a grin spreads across his face. "Yeah that was a good weekend."

"This will be like that."

Kazutora's eyes light up, fond memories clearly playing in his mind. "Okay... so where do we start?"

Keisuke looks around the room before picking up an opened envelope and a pen. "Let's make a plan." The two of them sit down together and Keisuke writes 'clean' on the back of the envelope. "So there's the living room, kitchen, dining area, bedroom, bathroom..."

"Plus the balcony, hallway and genkan," adds Kazutora. "Are we doing the shop too?"

Keisuke thinks briefly before shaking his head. "Not unless he stays out all night."

Colour drains from Kazutora's face. "You think he might?"

"You saw him," says Keisuke. "I haven't seen him that angry in a long time."

"True..." Kazutora looks down at Keisuke's list. "Don't forget the litter trays."

"Good point." Keisuke adds them to the list. "If we get time and can catch them we'll brush the cats too. So, cooking... What do we have in the fridge?"

After a quick round of rock, paper, scissors, Kazutora gets to his feet and goes to open the fridge. "Not a lot."

"What kind of not a lot?" asks Keisuke.

"Half a tray of mushrooms, a tiny bit of milk and a funny looking tomato... Actually, forget the tomato, the underside of it is blue."

"Throw it out."

"Done." Kazutora returns to the sofa. "Whose turn was it to buy food?"

"Yours."

"Oh shit really? My bad."

"What shall we cook him?" asks Keisuke.

"Do you remember when we went to that Italian style restaurant?" Kazutora suggests. "What was that thing he really liked?"

"The lasagne?" says Keisuke. "You think we can make that?"

Kazutora shrugs. "How hard can it be?"

After a quick shopping trip, the pair return home and start cleaning. Some parts of the flat are easier—like the hallway and (surprisingly) the living room, but their bedroom proves trickier.

"How does so much shit get under the bed?" complains Kazutora as he yanks stuff out from under it.

"Well we did get a king size one," says Keisuke from on top of the stool he's standing on to clean the bedroom windows. "Isn't it just more cat toys though?"

"Nope." Kazutora pulls out a t-shirt. "Oh my god gross..."

"Huh?" Keisuke looks around. "Oh I've been looking for that!"

Kazutora wrinkles his nose. "I don't think you can keep it."

"Why not?"

With a grimace, Kazutora holds up the t-shirt to show him a large, encrusted stain on the fabric.

"Is that...?"

"Yep. And it's solid."

"When did it get... like that...?"

"Do you remember when we brought home that box of kittens we found under the railway bridge?"

Keisuke flushes with shame. "Yeah..."

"And how we didn't want to leave the bed after?"

"Yeah."

"I'm putting this in burnables," says Kazutora. When Keisuke's face falls a little, he adds, "It's okay, I'll get you a new one."

Keisuke smiles. "Thanks babe."

"You're welcome."

Stuffing the t-shirt into the black bag beside him, Kazutora continues cleaning out under the bed before pausing thoughtfully. "He will forgive us right?"

Keisuke wipes sweat from his brow, looking round at him. "I'm sure he will."

"You are?" asks Kazutora. "He looked really pissed off."

"Yeah but it'll pass," Keisuke assures him. "He just needs some time to himself. If he were pissed off enough to end things he would have stayed to explain why and we'd probably all still be yelling at each other."

Kazutora frowns to himself. "I guess so."

"Hey." Keisuke puts down his rag, steps down and sinks to his knees, pulling Kazutora in with a hand on the back of his neck. Pressing their foreheads together, he says, "He'll come back and we'll apologise and everything will be fine." He leaves a soft kiss to Kazutora's lips. "Okay?"

"Okay." Kazutora gives him a small smile. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"We're so gross and sweaty," says Kazutora.

"We'll shower together," Keisuke promises, giving him a grin that makes Kazutora's heart give a little hiccup.

Once the flat is all but spotless, the two of them move onto tackling the lasagne. Though the shop had jars of the sauces they'd need, they decided to make it all from scratch—after all, they agreed, it can't be that hard and anything is worth the effort to make things up to Chifuyu.

"Okay, so..." Kazutora scrolls the recipe on his phone, frowning at the instructions. "You diced the onion and carrots... And the oil is heating up in the pan... Do we have a garlic crusher?"

Keisuke looks down at the cloves of garlic he peeled lying on the chopping board before curling his hand into a fist and slamming it down on them.

"That works," shrugs Kazutora. He leans back against the counter, continuing to scroll down the recipe on his phone, but then jumps when a fluffy tabby paw emerges from the upper cupboard and whacks him on the back of the head. "Fucking cunting shitting cat!" He slams his phone down and yanks open the cupboard door. "Where the fuck is he?! How does he do that?!"

"We literally just cleaned in there—how'd he get back in?" says Keisuke, picking garlic off his hand.

Kazutora turns to him with an angry pout. "I hate that fucking thing."

"Yeah so do I," agrees Keisuke. "Little bastard."

"Please can we get rid of him?" Kazutora asks. "He's horrible."

Keisuke shakes his head. "Nah, Chifuyu loves him—if we do he definitely will break up with us."

"Fine," grumbles Kazutora, going back to his phone.

"What am I doing with the white sauce?" Keisuke asks, stirring it.

Checking the recipe, Kazutora says, "You fold in the cheese."

Keisuke turns to him with a confused frown. "You what?"

"You fold in the cheese," repeats Kazutora as though the meaning were obvious.

"Fuck does that mean?" Keisuke asks.

"It means you fold it in," says Kazutora with a mocking smile. "Don't you understand what that means?"

"I think it's pretty fucking obvious I don't," scowls Keisuke. "Do you even know what it means?"

Kazutora scoffs. "Of course I do."

"Okay then what does it mean?" demands Keisuke.

"It means you fold it in," Kazutora tells him.

"Fold it in how? Like a piece of paper or an umbrella?"

"No, like cheese."

"What. The fuck. Does that mean?"

"You just fold it in," Kazutora says yet again. "I don't know how much more obvious I can make this, dude."

"Okay then Masterchef," says Keisuke, leaving the spoon in the white sauce and stepping back, "you do it."

Instantly the smug colour drains from Kazutora's cheeks. "What?"

"You heard me," Keisuke says. "If you know what you're doing I'll leave this to you. I'm going to go rinse the toilet."

"But Kei—"

Keisuke stomps out of the kitchen, leaving Kazutora standing alone. With wide eyes, Kazutora approaches the stove, peering at the white sauce.

"Kei?" he calls. "Kei, it's bubbling!"

When he gets no response he gingerly stirs the sauce but scrolling the recipe again he finds no clue as to how to 'fold in' the cheese. After some quick googling his eyes widen.

"Oh—fucking stir it in!" he says, picking up the cheese Keisuke grated and dumping the whole lot into the saucepan before starting to stir. "Why don't they fucking call it stirring, fuck's sake..."

As he furiously stirs, he doesn't notice a fluffy tabby paw sliding out of the cupboard above his head. When he straightens up again, the paw smacks him hard on the forehead before disappearing back into the cupboard.

"Fucking CAT!"

By the time Chifuyu feels ready to return home the sun is starting to set, sending fuchsia rays spreading across the sky. He feels truly better—a day spent at the cat café with a stack of books he borrowed from the library always helps. Still, when he slots his key into the lock of their door, he can't help the nervous hitch behind his diaphragm: what kind of state will the flat be in? Is he going to have to cook dinner? He could refuse but he knows he'd probably just give in anyway—he can't let them starve after all.

As he opens the door however, what greets him is something out of a shoujo manga: light gleams from within, everything seems to sparkle and the most delicious smell hits him square in the face. When he stops being so dazzled and steps inside he finds things far tidier than he left them. Where there would usually be a pile of shoes left haphazardly by the door, now they're stacked neatly in the shoe rack or else lined up in pairs against the wall. The floor has clearly been mopped and even the ever present layer of cat hair isn't visible on the coats hung up by the door. Marvelling at it all, he toes off his shoes.

"I'm home!" he calls. Down the hall, Keisuke and Kazutora's heads pop out of the living room doorway and he laughs. "Hey guys."

Apparently feeling safe enough to emerge, the pair come down the hall to greet him in a tight sandwich of a hug. Chifuyu smiles at the feeling of their arms around him and their kisses on the top of his head.

"We're sorry," Keisuke says against his forehead before kissing along his hairline.

"So sorry," adds Kazutora, squeezing Chifuyu tighter. "We were dickheads."

Chifuyu laughs softly. "You were," he agrees, turning his head to kiss them each in turn, "but I think I can forgive you. How long did all this take?"

"Pretty much all day," replies Keisuke. "We had time for a shower but not much else."

"We cleaned everything," Kazutora says.

"Everything?" asks Chifuyu.

Kazutora nods. "And we made dinner."

"I can smell it," smiles Chifuyu. "What are we having?"

"Lasagne," Keisuke tells him. "We made it totally from scratch."

Chifuyu's mouth drops open in astonishment. "Really? But you struggle with making soup from a packet."

Kazutora laughs. "Well we did burn the onions."

"Singed, and only slightly," interrupts Keisuke.

"You're amazing—both of you," Chifuyu says with another grin, hugging them both tighter. "Thank you."

He follows them to the living room, marvelling at the spotlessness of the place. Even the cat toys have found their way back to their basket, and on the windowsill by the armchair he was sitting in this morning he spots a small stack of manga.

"Are those...?"

"We know you've wanted the next few volumes for a while," says Kazutora.

Chifuyu's heart gives a tender thump and he smiles at them anew. "Thank you again."

"We still need to throw the lasagne in the oven," Keisuke says, "so if you want you have time for a bath."

Chifuyu kisses each of them again and heads to the bathroom; behind him, Keisuke and Kazutora exchange the world's quietest high five before going to cook the dinner.

Though the lasagne catches a little in the oven and two of the cats choose the moment they start eating as the moment to start fighting each other and have to be separated, Chifuyu doesn't care. It's the best meal the three of them have ever shared as far as he's concerned and the pride in Keisuke and Kazutora's eyes is enough to make his heart flutter. Once the dishes are done the three of them cuddle up together on the sofa to play video games, passing the controllers back and forth and holding each other between rounds of Super Smash Bros.

Chifuyu watches the other two duking it out, his head on Keisuke's shoulder and Kazutora close against him on the other side. On the screen Donkey Kong and Zero Suit Samus fly around the arena, exchanging blows, while Keisuke and Kazutora trade insults back and forth over Chifuyu's head.

"Oh fuck you!" Kazutora grumbles, aiming a hefty punch at Samus, who leaps back to avoid it. "Fucking Samus!"

Keisuke laughs, pulling out a cannon to blast Donkey Kong off the map. "Eat this monkey nuts!"

"Fuck!" growls Kazutora though gritted teeth before managing to get a heavy hit in on Samus and laughing maniacally.

Sandwiched between them, Chifuyu grins to himself, snuggling closer to Keisuke and letting his hand come to rest on Kazutora's thigh. He feels them both shift a little closer to him as they continue to play and a warm flutter goes through his stomach. Turning his head slightly, he kisses the side of Keisuke's neck, his lips lingering against Keisuke's pulse as his fingers creep higher up Kazutora's thigh. The effect is immediate; on both sides, Chifuyu feels his boyfriends stiffen and hears them both inhale slightly. On the screen Donkey Kong fumbles an attack and Samus outright jumps off the arena. The grin on Chifuyu's face widens and he slides his fingers farther between Kazutora's legs, lifting his head a little to lightly nibble on Keisuke's earlobe. Both men let out soft sounds but don't stop playing: this was something Chifuyu used to do to get their attention when they first got together and if either of them throws the match the other will tease them mercilessly for it. Donkey Kong and Samus continue to fight, throwing items and punches and firing cannons while Chifuyu continues his own game. He grazes his teeth over Keisuke's earlobe and moves his hand high up Kazutora's thigh, deliberately not going all the way up though he knows Kazutora would like him to. Slowly the health bars and lives on the screen deplete and Chifuyu's heart picks up speed in anticipation until finally the victory jingle plays and both controllers are dropped to the floor. As one, Keisuke and Kazutora pounce on Chifuyu, Keisuke turning his head to one side to kiss his neck as Chifuyu did to him while Kazutora lays claim to his mouth. The feeling of their lips on him brings a moan into Chifuyu's mouth that he passes to Kazutora, their tongues seeking one another. He reaches up, tangling his fingers in their hair as they lavish him with attention, and feels their hands roaming his body too; hands run over his chest, his stomach, through his hair, over his thighs and hips, too eager for him to keep track of who each one belongs to. After the time spent apart today feeling so annoyed at them both, now Chifuyu's heart soars, every touch and kiss and sigh stoking a fire inside him. By the time he and Kazutora part for air he's already breathless and Keisuke's sharp teeth are grazing over his pulse point.

"Fuck," Kazutora breathes over Chifuyu's lips, one hand cupping the back of his head while the other caresses down his side. "You're so sexy."

"Cheeky little shit though," murmurs Keisuke, dragging his tongue up Chifuyu's throat. "Couldn't even let us finish our match before rubbing himself all over us."

"Do you really mind?" asks Chifuyu with a grin, cutting a sideways glance at him.

"You know we don't," Keisuke replies, diving in for a deep kiss. His tongue swipes over Chifuyu's and Kazutora's hands slide down Chifuyu's body, the pair wordlessly coordinating to make Chifuyu moan afresh. When Keisuke drags his tongue against the underside of Chifuyu's, Kazutora sneaks his fingers up under Chifuyu's t-shirt, and Chifuyu's toes curl on the rug. By the time Keisuke pulls back, flicking his tongue and attached piercing over Chifuyu's bottom lip for good measure, Chifuyu is light-headed; Keisuke and Kazutora grin at him. "Bedroom?"

Hurriedly the three of them get to their feet and make their way to their room, evicting one of the cats from their freshly made bed before closing the door behind them. As soon as the door is shut the three of them are on each other again. Chifuyu lets Kazutora take off his t-shirt and leave kisses up the back of his neck while he tugs off Keisuke's top and runs his hands over Keisuke's chest. Their bodies press close on either side once again, warm and solid, and when Kazutora slides light fingers up to tease his nipples Chifuyu can't hold back a moan.

"You sound so pretty for us," Kazutora murmurs into his hair, his breath warm. He keeps teasing his fingertips over Chifuyu's nipples, turning Chifuyu's spine to goo and making him cling to Keisuke for balance.

"Looks so pretty too," Keisuke says, his own hands running down Chifuyu's stomach, his warm palms leaving goosebumps in their wake. When his fingers dip into the waistband of Chifuyu's bottoms Chifuyu hisses softly, arching his back between them in silent request for more. "What should we do with you?"

Chifuyu opens his mouth to reply but Kazutora chooses that moment to flick his fingers over his nipples again and his words turn into a plaintive moan. The other two chuckle softly, sharing a look before each stealing another kiss.

"Don't worry princess," says Keisuke with a grin, "we'll take care of you."

Between them, Kazutora and Keisuke get Chifuyu naked and on the bed, leaving more kisses over every inch of his skin; each one sends a warm tingle through Chifuyu's body, feeding his desire for them. Kazutora trails kisses over Chifuyu's stomach, his soft hair tickling his skin when he grazes his teeth over Chifuyu's hip. Meanwhile Keisuke slowly makes his way up his legs, his tongue swiping up Chifuyu's thighs. Chifuyu trembles at the feeling, whining softly as his eyes flutter closed. A moment later they snap open again and he gasps when he feels both their mouths on his cock, their hot tongues dragging up it.

"Fuck!" Chifuyu looks down, pushing himself up on his elbows to watch Keisuke and Kazutora sharing his cock, the sight of it vanishing between their lips making him clutch the duvet tightly. When they both look up at him, their eyes glinting mischievously, Chifuyu's breath catches in his throat on a whimper. "Oh shit..."

"Enjoying yourself?" asks Kazutora with a grin while Keisuke teases his tongue piercing under the head of Chifuyu's cock. When Chifuyu hisses in pleasure Kazutora's grin widens. "Hell yeah you are."

He leans up, kissing Chifuyu once again and running one hand over Chifuyu's skin. As Kazutora gently teases Chifuyu's nipples more, Keisuke takes Chifuyu's cock right into his mouth, swallowing around it and making Chifuyu moan afresh. Reaching down, Chifuyu pulls up Kazutora's t-shirt, tossing it off the bed and running his hands over Kazutora's skin. When Kazutora sucks on his bottom lip, grazing his teeth over it, and Keisuke runs his tongue piercing up the length of his cock, Chifuyu's moans turn into mewls, desperate for more.

"Kei," he whimpers, his legs weak as Keisuke lifts them onto his shoulders. When he looks down, Keisuke meets his gaze with a searing look in his eyes that makes Chifuyu cling tighter to Kazutora. "Oh my god..."

Kazutora grins again, caressing Chifuyu's skin. "You having fun kitten? You sound like it."

"Fuck!" whines Chifuyu, his fingers curling in Kazutora's hair when Keisuke sucks harder, his thighs trembling. "T-Tora, I'm... I... I need..."

"Take what you need baby," Kazutora encourages, his voice sweet and breath warm against Chifuyu's cheek. "Kei's so good right? He makes you feel so good, we want you to feel amazing. Are you going to come for us?"

With a wordless cry, Chifuyu comes, his body jerking in Kazutora's arms. Keisuke's hands squeeze his ass tightly, holding him in place, and Kazutora strokes a warm hand over his chest and stomach.

"You're so beautiful," he tells Chifuyu. "We're so lucky to have you Fuyu."

Chifuyu's breath catches on his tongue, tears of pleasure prickling in his eyes as Keisuke's tongue starts to slow down where it's been dragging out his orgasm. Unable to hold himself up any longer, Chifuyu collapses on the bed and Keisuke sits up, his lips wet. Kazutora bites his lip and sits up too, pulling Keisuke in for a deep kiss and sucking on Keisuke's tongue to share a taste of Chifuyu. Transfixed, Chifuyu watches as they press their tongues together, spit and come dribbling between them. When Keisuke grips Kazutora's hair and Kazutora lets out a soft whine, it makes Chifuyu's cock twitch again and his fingers curl in the duvet. Kazutora slides his hand down Keisuke's body, tracing nimble fingers over his skin before palming his cock through his trousers and making him moan into the kiss.

"Tora..." Keisuke pulls back a little, his gaze sliding slowly up Chifuyu's body before giving him a slick grin. "I think our kitten still wants to play."

With a matching grin, Kazutora licks his lips. "Good—I can't let you have all the fun."

After removing the last of their clothes, the pair descend on him again, bare thighs tacky with sweat pressing into Chifuyu's from both sides as they take it in turns to kiss him breathless. Chifuyu can still taste himself in the kisses and the feeling makes his head grow fuzzy. Running both hands down their stomachs, he takes hold of both their cocks, squeezing gently until he's rewarded with twin groans.

"Fucking hell," Keisuke hisses, his breath hot on Chifuyu's lips.

"Sexy as fuck," agrees Kazutora, leaving a kiss behind Chifuyu's ear. "You want more princess?"

Chifuyu nods, whimpering when Kazutora teases his tongue over the shell of his ear. "Want it so much."

"Okay kitten," says Keisuke with one more kiss. "Up you get."

Slowly Chifuyu sits up, strong hands supporting his shaky legs. With a grin, Kazutora lies down on his back and gestures to him.

"Come here baby."

Breath caught in his throat, Chifuyu does so, letting Kazutora guide him until his knees are either side of Kazutora's head. Keisuke gives him a kiss before grabbing a bottle of lube from their bedside cabinet and handing it to Kazutora who gives him a high five in return.

"You ready kitten?" Kazutora asks, running his hands over Chifuyu's ass.

A shiver goes up Chifuyu's spine and he nods, "Yeah, please."

Without another moment's hesitation, Kazutora grips Chifuyu's hips and pulls him down, his tongue running between Chifuyu's ass cheeks. Were it not for those steady hands holding him up, the jolt that goes through Chifuyu's body would unseat him; as it is Kazutora's grip tightens and Chifuyu feels him chuckle as he licks more insistently.

"Tora!" Chifuyu gasps, his hands finding Kazutora's on his hips for something to hold onto. Without thinking, he rolls his hips into the feeling, letting Kazutora guide him as he likes. When Kazutora's tongue starts to circle he whimpers and when it dips inside him he can't hold back a louder moan. "Oh fuck!"

"You okay baby?" asks Keisuke, leaning in and cupping Chifuyu's face in both hands.

Again, Chifuyu nods, their noses brushing together as tears come to his eyes again. "Feels so good."

"Tora's amazing isn't he?" Keisuke grins, getting another nod in return. "You look so beautiful like this—we love you so much."

"I love you too—oh shit!" Chifuyu jolts again as he feels Kazutora slide one long, lubed finger inside him, tongue continuing to work him open. To help himself stay up, Chifuyu takes hold of Keisuke's wrists, looking up at him and whining softly, head spinning. "Oh f... Kei, it... so good!"

Keisuke strokes his cheeks with both thumbs, wiping away the tears he's shed. "Stay with us baby—I know it's fucking amazing."

Taking a breath to steady himself, Chifuyu nods, running his hands up Keisuke's arms to feel his warm skin prickling with goosebumps at his touch. When he moves his hands down Keisuke's front, tracing the outlines of his muscles, Keisuke sighs against his lips, and when he wraps one hand around Keisuke's cock and squeezes Keisuke lets out a hiss.

"Fuck, Fuyu..."

Underneath Chifuyu, Kazutora works in a second finger; on a gasp, Chifuyu says, "Wanna suck it Kei, please..."

Keisuke kisses him. "Anything you want princess."

He lets go of Chifuyu's chin, helping him get onto his hands and knees. Kneeling, Keisuke pushes Chifuyu's fringe out of his eyes.

"You good Tora?" he asks.

Kazutora groans appreciatively and gives a thumbs up with his free hand. Biting his lip at the feeling, Chifuyu strokes Keisuke's cock before running his tongue up it. At the head he takes his time to tease his tongue under it, enjoying the shiver he feels go through Keisuke at the touch. Keisuke's fingers tangle in his hair, tugging gently when Chifuyu closes his lips around the head and sucks.

"Oh fuck," Keisuke growls, massaging Chifuyu's scalp with his fingertips as Chifuyu takes his cock to the back of his throat. "So fucking gorgeous."

As though to remind Chifuyu of his presence (as if Chifuyu could forget), Kazutora slides a third finger inside him. In turn Chifuyu whines around Keisuke's cock, getting another tug on his hair in retaliation. He arches his back into Kazutora's touch, opening his throat to take Keisuke's cock deeper and whimpering when they both thrust forward. Kazutora's fingers find his prostate, massaging it with laser focused determination—if Chifuyu hadn't already come it would almost certainly send him over the edge. More moans escape the edge of Chifuyu's lips and his thighs shake either side of Kazutora's head.

"You okay Fuyu?" Keisuke asks, breath hitching when Chifuyu swallows around his cock. Chifuyu moans again in affirmation and Keisuke tugs gently on his hair again. "I think he's ready for more babe."

With the lewdest sound imaginable, Kazutora pulls back, fingers still steadily sliding in and out. "Sounds like it doesn't he?"

"What do you want us to do princess?" Keisuke asks, shuffling back a little to let his cock slide out of Chifuyu's mouth.

Holding himself up on both hands, Chifuyu catches his breath before saying, "I want you both."

Grinning widely, Kazutora slides his fingers out and leaves a parting lick between Chifuyu's ass cheeks. "Up you get then kitten, we'll give you what you want."

With Keisuke's help, Chifuyu climbs off Kazutora's face, leaning down to kiss him as he straddles his hips instead. Kazutora's lips are wet and slippery against Chifuyu's own and his hands are warm where they come to rest on Chifuyu's hips. Behind him, Keisuke runs both hands down Chifuyu's back, kissing the back of his sweaty neck before lining up Kazutora's cock and helping Chifuyu slowly sink down onto it. Chifuyu sighs into Kazutora's mouth, Keisuke's hands joining Kazutora's on his hips.

"You okay baby?" Keisuke asks once Chifuyu is fully seated on Kazutora's cock and pulls back from the kiss.

"I'm great," says Chifuyu dreamily, a tingle going up his spine at the feeling of Kazutora inside him and Keisuke leaving more soft kisses across his shoulders. "Want more."

"So greedy Fuyu," smirks Kazutora, squeezing Chifuyu's thighs, "wanting us both filling you up."

"You want me in you too baby?" Keisuke murmurs against his neck as his fingers tease Chifuyu's nipples, making him whine and arch his back.

"Yeah, fuck me, please," begs Chifuyu.

With a gentle hand on Chifuyu's back, Keisuke urges him to lean forward before lining his cock up. Chifuyu feels him coating his cock in more lube before slowly inching forward, easing in alongside Kazutora. As he feels the stretch of them both inside him, Chifuyu can't hold back another moan, his mouth dropping open.

"You okay?" Kazutora asks, gazing up at Chifuyu with eyes darkened with lust at so intimate a feeling.

"Feels amazing," Chifuyu says softly, his head growing fuzzy.

Once he's pressed as far in as he can, Keisuke wraps his arms around Chifuyu, his chin on his shoulder. "Tell us when you want us to move princess."

Chifuyu smiles, the feeling of their cocks inside him and their bare skin and arms surrounding him bringing a warmth to his chest, a fire stoked from embers by them both. Held between them, Chifuyu lets himself relax, safe and loved, his whole world right there with him on that bed. He turns his head to kiss Keisuke again, arching his back again so that all three of them gasp together.

"I think he's ready," says Kazutora shakily as Chifuyu and Keisuke break their kiss.

"Fuyu?" Keisuke says.

Chifuyu nods. "Yeah, move."

With another kiss to his shoulder, Keisuke meets Kazutora's eyes and the two share another grin before Keisuke starts to slowly grind his hips forward and back, his movements small at first but gradually growing deeper as Chifuyu begs for more. Chifuyu's thighs tremble in Kazutora's hands, his toes curling when Kazutora rolls his hips alongside Keisuke's. As the two of them fall into a steady rhythm, making Chifuyu cry out on every thrust, Chifuyu can only hold on for dear life while they take him to new heights of pleasure.

"Fuck," Kazutora groans through gritted teeth, brows furrowing when Chifuyu's ass clenches around them both. "Holy shit Fuyu."

A pleased smile tugs at the corners of Chifuyu's mouth. "Can't help it, feels too good," he gasps, doing it again on their next deep thrust.

"Shit," growls Keisuke against his shoulder. "Gonna fucking come if you keep that up."

"Oh please," begs Chifuyu, his heart racing at the thought. "Please, want it so much."

"You want us to fill you up baby?" Keisuke asks, exchanging another grin with Kazutora.

"Yes!" Chifuyu nods desperately, feeling their cocks twitch promisingly inside him.

Kazutora slides one hand up Chifuyu's thigh, taking hold of his cock and being rewarded with a strangled sound. "You'll look so pretty with our come dripping out of you."

A sound, animalistic and half sobbed, tears itself from Chifuyu's throat. "Oh fuck, please!"

"How can we say no to that?" Kazutora asks Keisuke, steadily stroking Chifuyu's cock. "He's asking so nicely."

With one last thrust, Kazutora comes, with Keisuke quickly following suit. The feeling of their cocks pulsing inside him and the warm rush makes Chifuyu moan louder and he comes in Kazutora's hand, his body shuddering in Keisuke's arms. Either side of him, Keisuke and Kazutora keep thrusting, their movements growing erratic as they ride out the feeling. Finally, when Chifuyu is starting to whimper with overstimulation, they seem to run out of energy, both coming to a stop to catch their breath. As the three of them come down from the high Chifuyu feels them both pull out and winces a little at the loss and the wet feeling that follows. In the next moment they envelop him from both sides, hugging him tightly. Their sweaty skin sticks to his own and his chest is spattered with his own come but as Keisuke and Kazutora kiss him breathless once again, Chifuyu finds he doesn't care. When all three of them collapse tiredly on the bed, gazing up at the ceiling, Chifuyu laughs softly.

"Wow," he breathes, running one hand through his hair.

"You good?" asks Kazutora.

"Mhm," nods Chifuyu. "Not moving for a while... but we'll have to change the bed."

"Don't worry about it right now," Keisuke says, grabbing tissues and starting to clean him. "We laid down an extra blanket so we can just throw it in the wash."

Chifuyu grins, letting Keisuke wipe away the mess and rolling onto his sides to let him and Kazutora remove the extra blanket. By the time they're done and curling up together under the duvet, Chifuyu is still beaming but sleepy satisfaction is starting to take hold.

"I love you so much," he mumbles, his eyelids drooping.

"We love you too," says Kazutora, kissing his forehead. "You're ours."

"And you know we'll do anything for you," Keisuke adds, fingers drawing light circles on Chifuyu's hand. Chifuyu's smile widens and he hears Keisuke laugh softly. "You happy princess?"

"Yeah," Chifuyu replies dreamily. "I just... Now I know you can clean like this we can do it together, it'll be so great."

He drifts into blissful unconsciousness and over his head Keisuke and Kazutora share a stricken look. Perhaps their plan backfired after all.