night streets, free walking

By: Aviantei

Reincarnation Hours (ShishiRenYoshi):

"Welcome Interruptions"

Agatsuma Yoshiteru's been fighting a beyond asinine bridge in his senior level composition for a week and a half straight, and so his Friday afternoon has been blocked out for the sheer purpose of freaking focusing at the kitchen table and getting at least something down so he can get told to change it by his instructor later. It's been a long two hours since he sat down, though, and Yoshiteru has made no progress in the slightest. The rest of the song came together great, the instruments and harmonies pretty much writing themselves, but it's this stupid little bridge that he can't get right, though he knows he'll recognize the melody when he finds it, but it's so hecking bad right now that the rest of the movement is going to fall apart if he can't get it down.

The notes on the staff paper seem more like tiny bugs than indicators of music, and Yoshiteru's chewed the end of his pen into an almost unidentifiable mush (he thought working on paper instead of on his computer might help things along, but nope!) by the time Shishio wanders into the kitchen, pulls a mug from the cabinet, and reheats himself a cup of coffee from the pot that Yoshiteru made before he got started. Shishio doesn't say anything as he swings by the table, snatching Yoshiteru's now empty mug and refilling it—correct portions of cream and sugar and all. Yoshiteru's already decided that the next time he tells Ren an "Aniki Secret," it's going to be the fact that Shishio pretends that he drinks his coffee black when in reality he sneaks in a spoonful of sweetener when he thinks no one is watching.

Yoshiteru offers a thanks whenever Shishio returns his now refilled mug, and he takes a sip as he squints at the third measure (maybe if he turns it upside down, it'll make more sense?). Shishio pulls out the chair across from him and sits down, taking a drink from his cup that would be inconspicuous around anyone else but is at the exact right volume to catch the attention of Yoshiteru's sensitive ears.

He flicks his eyes up, and the expression on Shishio's face keeps Yoshiteru's gaze there. "We," Shishio says, "need to talk."

For half a second, Yoshiteru contemplates telling Shishio that need is a subjective term, and what Yoshiteru needs right now is to be left alone with his work—but he's also so done with trying to figure this stupid thing out that he drops his pen and pushes the whole mess aside without hesitation.

"Okay," Yoshiteru says, nursing his coffee and letting Shishio steal his attention, "about what?"

"About doing something for Ren together," Shishio says, and he should've just started with that. Yoshiteru's always happy to do something for Ren—but the little patter of embarrassment starting to resonate from Shishio's heartbeat is a little more erratic than usual. While Ren is at the top of the list, there's not a whole lot that makes Shishio flustered, and Yoshiteru feels a morbid curiousity about the whole thing. "I'm sure that Kiyoko's already dragged you into one of her…escapades."

Yoshiteru's face is burning enough that he's sure he's the same shade of red as Shishio right now. Ren is a force like no other, but Kiyoko-chan steps things up to a new level. She has fun watching, giving (accurate and very helpful) instructions, and has no qualms with sharing if it means getting to watch Ren squirm. So, yeah, this conversation is about group sex, which isn't something Yoshiteru should be too embarrassed about since he and Shishio are in the same polycule together and Ren is in no way shy about their needs, but Yoshiteru's still wondering if it's too late to retreat to the balcony with his failed composition attempts and a lighter, because maybe if he burns the pages and scatters the ashes, he'll earn a sign from the heavens on how to make the whole thing come together?

Shishio sounds just as flustered as Yoshiteru feels, which is nice to know, but he presses on regardless. "Anyways, we all worked together for Ren's birthday, too, but you and I haven't just done something ourselves without Kiyoko's help. So I'm here to suggest that maybe we should."

Leave it to Shishio to make asking for a threesome sound like a friggin' business proposal. Meanwhile, Yoshiteru's lost the ability to form complete sentences on top of his already failing ability to make musically sound arrangements, so today's going great. It takes a minute, but he pulls himself together enough to ask, "Was this your idea?"

"Ren's interested." But Shishio's not denying it, either, which is a whole other pile of information to process by Yoshiteru's already spinning head.

"So why aren't they the one bringing this up with me?"

"Because they know that you'll do whatever they want, even if it makes you uncomfortable." Yoshiteru can't even deny the statement—he just likes it whenever Ren's happy; is that so wrong?—so he just takes another drink of his coffee. Shishio leans forward, propping his chin on the back of his hand. "I, on the other hand, can tell when you're lying, and you won't go along with things just to make me feel better. So I want to know if this is something feasible or not."

Yoshiteru thinks about it for a while. His first instinct is to agree, because he's willing to try anything for Ren—but he remembers that he has tried, whenever they all took care of Ren at once, and it was…? Nice, he decides. Not just because it made Ren happy, but because there was something enjoyable about being together and being a part of that larger group—so long as it's with people he trusts, but that's kinda obvious.

He fidgets with the handle on his mug before saying, "It's feasible. And not just for Ren's sake."

Shishio stares him down for a long time, and Yoshiteru resists the urge to look away, though gods above he wants to. In time, Shishio must be satisfied, because he nods. "Great. We can talk about the details before Ren gets home then."

"What, today?" Yoshiteru gestures to the staff paper he's had straight up no luck with so far and will have even less luck with if Shishio even starts on describing what he has in mind for Ren. "I know you already graduated last year and got your fancy orchestra job, but some of us have a composition project to build over here!"

In a flash of turquoise, Shishio's eyes scan over the messy measures, and he sighs. "Listen, Kiyoko won't be home until late tonight, and you know she's going to want to stick her nose in this. And that's great and all, but it kind of defeats the purpose of you and I doing something nice for Ren on our own, doesn't it?" Yoshiteru groans, his head dropping to the table, knowing that Shishio is right, of course he is. "I'm glad you understand. Here, I'll help you out with your stupid bridge or whatever it is that's hanging you up, but make it quick. We just have a few hours until Ren gets back, and it would be nice if we didn't trip over each other when they get here."

Shishio stays true to his word and does help out with Yoshiteru's composition after some time together at the piano—it's not perfect, but it's workable enough for his next class review, which was way better than he was managing on his own anyways—and then there's what's the most awkward conversation Yoshiteru has ever had in his life, hands down. It does get easier as they talk, though, in no small thanks to the eagerness over what they're about to make happen, and then it's just a matter of waiting until the familiar footfalls arrive outside the door and it opens, letting Ren's sound and presence inside.

"I'm home!"

"Welcome back," Yoshiteru and Shishio say together, and Ren takes a moment to pull of their shoes at the door before making it to the living room. They set their bag down on the ottoman for a moment, and Shishio's in the armchair closest to the entrance, so he gets a kiss first. Yoshiteru ditches his phone (that he was using more to watch the time than anything even halfway productive) and hops up from the couch for his own greeting, pulling Ren into a hug in the process. They laugh, squeezing their arms around his shoulders, and he enjoys the sensation of their touch, just like every other time. Shishio catches Ren in a hug from the other side, and they glance between the two.

"You're both extra affectionate today," Ren says, sounding pleased by the circumstances.

Yoshiteru nods, not knowing what to say. Good thing that Shishio's there, and he solves the problem by pressing a kiss against Ren's neck. "Remember the thing we talked about?" he asks, voice low, and Yoshiteru can't help but feel a flicker of admiration for how quick that makes Ren's pulse pick up.

"Oh." They look down to Yoshiteru. "All of it?" He nods; Ren made their lives easier by being upfront about the details when talking to Shishio, so Yoshiteru knows what to expect, and he's confident he can pull it off—though admittedly Ren's the one doing most of the work. "Oh. Okay. This is—was not expecting—" They cut themself off, giving Yoshiteru another kiss, this one with plenty of tongue, and he lets out a little muffled sound in response. "Thank you, sweetie."

"No problem, love," Yoshiteru breathes—and then he doesn't have room to talk anymore, because Ren's already nibbling at his ear in the way that turns him on, every damn time, and their mouth leaves little kisses and at least one hickey on his neck before they've dropped down to their knees. Their hands open his fly and clear the way, and Yoshiteru was already half hard from the anticipation, but whenever Ren's mouth closes over his tip it's only a matter of time before he finishes stiffening as Ren makes pleased little hums, and Yoshiteru has to fight not to moan too loud himself.

"Hey, hey," Shishio says, stepping closer, the sound of his own zipper coming undone mixing in with every other vibration ringing through Yoshiteru's ears. "I'm the one who brought it up. Don't give him all the attention."

Ren pulls away from Yoshiteru with a little pop, licking their lips before grinning up at him. "My deepest apologies, Shishio-sama," they say, and Yoshiteru has just added one of Shishio's turn-ons to his knowledge base. That sure would be a great Aniki Secret if Ren didn't clearly already know about it. "Should I show you how much I appreciate it, then?"

"Would be a good star—ahh."

Yoshiteru gulps as Ren takes Shishio's dick in their mouth without any trouble—it's not like Yoshiteru is small, but Shishio's thicker, and that can't be easy, but, okay, what's he supposed to do with this newfound information? Oh, stop thinking, because Ren's hand reaches out to jerk Yoshiteru off, nice and slow, and they've had plenty of experience to know just how to hold onto him to get a response.

Whenever Shishio first said it, Yoshiteru didn't think that this could be something Ren wanted because, hey, it sounded like something more out of a porno than reality—but he can hear the pleasant little way their body reacts and warms up, and there's no doubt that they're enjoying themself plenty, on their knees before the both of them with a happy flush over their cheeks.

All that's to say that Yoshiteru ends up more turned on than he expected, to the point that he can't even get a warning out about his orgasm before he comes the next time it's him inside Ren's mouth. It's not a first, no, but he tries to let them know so they can prepare, and he stumbles back out shock, not falling over because he catches himself on the couch's armrest, and the last of his semen squirts onto Ren's face, and oh crap he made it worse.

Yoshiteru fumbles around the syllables that should be an apology, but Ren doesn't even look the slightest bit perturbed, even with one eye shut to keep the line of white from dripping in it. They glance up to him, opening their mouth wide enough that he can see the mess he left behind before closing their lips and swallowing with a smile. If Yoshiteru hadn't already come, he's pretty sure he would have done it at the sight and sound of that moment alone.

Shishio chuckles, tugging on Ren's braid to pull them closer to him, and that answers Yoshiteru's curiosity about why they hadn't taken their hair down like he knows Shishio prefers. "Don't be rude, Yoshiteru," he says. "At least let them know much you appreciate their hard work for you. Maybe return the favor."

It's beyond impossible to concentrate with Ren's head already bobbing over Shishio's dick again, but Yoshiteru remembers the satisfying little cloud of warmth that forms in his stomach whenever Ren praises him after sex, and he says, "You were great, Ren. Amazing."

Ren lets out a happy little moan, their body thrumming with the words, too, and Yoshiteru joins them on the floor. It takes a little positioning adjustment, but he manages to hug Ren from behind without disturbing their work on Shishio, muttering sincere compliments as he kisses down the back of their neck. Not wanting to be the only one to feel good, Yoshiteru lets his hands roam over the fabric of their tank top, squeezing whenever he finds purchase, and Ren's entire being thrums with the satisfaction. It takes a bit, but Shishio lets them pull away for long enough that Yoshiteru can pull off Ren's shirt, and he decides to get rid of the sports bra right then and there, too, to save them all some trouble.

Yoshiteru loves a lot about Ren (everything, let's be real), but the feel of their skin is a high contender for the top position if he had to make a ranked list. It's soft and feels amazing under his palms, and every time Yoshiteru drags even a ghost of a touch along its surface, Ren will gasp in this quiet little sound that makes him go lightheaded every time. The effect is a little different while they're giving Shishio head at the same time, yeah, but Yoshiteru likes the result of this combination plenty, too.

So of course his hand slides lower, tucking under the elastic waistbands of both their skirt and their underwear, and then his fingers glide down the fresh shaven skin and into Ren. It's not surprising that they're wet, but Yoshiteru always ends up amazed, regardless, and even more with the way that he can make them like that. Sure, this time's a team effort, but it doesn't take away any of the gratification that comes from the result, and Ren's muffled voice becomes a little higher pitched as Yoshiteru brushes against the side of their clit that he knows they like.

It's whenever Ren grinds their ass back against him that Yoshiteru recognizes that he's recovered enough to get hard again, and this is just one of those moments where he's ready to bow down to whoever came up with the concept of safe words and gestures, because he knows that Ren will stop him if he does anything they don't want.

"Gimme a minute, I won't be long," he says, intending to sprint to the bedroom and back, but Shishio reads his intention and grunts, "Left coffee table drawer," and, oh, there's condoms in the back now, hidden in some decorative box that has a design that screams, This was Kiyoko's idea, that's good to know. Yoshiteru manages to get the package open without trouble and the thing on in the same amount of time it takes Ren to tug down their underwear and kick the garment across the carpet while still managing to make Shishio breathe out their name every so often as their mouth moves over his length.

Yoshiteru refocuses enough to hike the back of Ren's skirt up, revealing their now bare ass before he manages to connect their bodies together. He pulls Ren close with enough force to make Shishio's dick pop out of their mouth, and Ren's moan of "Yoshiteru," comes out unhindered, and, wow, he already knew he was in love from the day he heard Ren's somehow nostalgic sound in the café, saw them with that smile on their face, but that's just a friendly reminder of how much right there. Shishio seems less amused, a growl of disappointment ripping into the air, but Ren catches onto his beltloops and pulls him the pace forward needed to reclose the space between them before grabbing onto his legs as support while Yoshiteru makes sure to hold Ren tight around the middle so they can stay upright.

Having his chin tucked over Ren's shoulder while he moves inside them means that Yoshiteru has a front row seat to them licking up Shishio's dick, their tongue flicking up the dribbles of precum that come out in occasional spurts. Just that much attention would be enough to tip Yoshiteru over the edge (as evidenced by the start of this whole adventure), but Shishio has a much higher tolerance, and Yoshiteru realizes that Ren's teasing him, even with their braid still grasped in Shishio's fist. Maybe Yoshiteru shouldn't be paying so close of attention to the two of them, but Shishio seems to be watching him and Ren, too, as they move together, so he'll call it a fair trade and enjoy every little bit he can see and hear.

"Hey, Yoshiteru," Shishio says, and Yoshiteru glances up at him on instinct. "You gotta know that Ren likes it when you call for them? Isn't that right, Ren-san?" Ren tightens around Yoshiteru with a force he wasn't expecting at the simple little honorific, and Shishio pats their head. "Don't look at me like that. I know you like it. Getting talked up while you please us, like you're still in control."

The next sound Shishio makes is a hiss whenever Ren outright grazes against him with their teeth, and Yoshiteru would sympathize, except an idea has kind of clouded out any other rational thought. The next word out of his mouth is "Senpai," and Ren's body sings for him at the sound of it. Shishio makes a little impressed noise, but Yoshiteru's too caught up in enjoying the effect his words have on Ren (and himself for that matter) to care, moaning, "Senpai, you're so good—"

Maybe Yoshiteru could have lasted a bit longer if it were just him and Ren, but the sound of not just their voice and body, but Shishio's, too, works him up far more than usual, and Yoshiteru ends up coming first for the second time, as ridiculous as it sounds. He just can't help it, though, and, since he doesn't have to worry about making a mess, he's much easier able to ride out the full extent of his orgasm as a result while he calls out for Ren without any shame.

He also ends up much more exhausted by the end of this one, and his knees give out as he topples forward. Ren goes off balance because of him, and Shishio's the one baring all their combined weight with his legs—which he manages long enough to get his hands on Ren's shoulders and squat down to their level. Yoshiteru, with his cheek pressed into Ren's back, mutters, "S-sorry. Didn't mean to mess you up."

Ren manages to push themself back up to a sitting position, a hand reaching back to pat the top of Yoshiteru's head. "You don't ever need to apologize for coming, sweetie. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself so much."

Yoshiteru flushes but nods, anyway, hearing the genuineness in Ren's heart. Shishio is much less altruistic with his words, but at least Yoshiteru can tell he's not really mad when he says, "He's still running up a tab with you at this rate. Come on, we're moving around."

"You sure?" Ren asks. "If you ask nice, I can stop teasing you and let you come down my throat, too—"

"Yeah, I'm sure. This is more about you than it is about me." Shishio's hand wipes up the traces of Yoshiteru's leftover cum from their face, and Ren's tongue flashes out to clean up the mess from Shishio's fingers in an image that's going to show up in every erotic fantasy Yoshiteru ends up having for the next millennia. "You'll like it, Ren-senpai. Trust me."

Out of everything so far, that little title sets Ren's face a brilliant red. "H-hey, don't call me—"

"They don't mean it," Yoshiteru adds, the epitome of helpfulness, hearing the dissonance in their words without even having to listen close. Ren's head whips around to pout at him, and Shishio smirks. Yoshiteru hugs Ren a little tighter, grinning. "Come on, Senpai. Let us take care of you, since you're always taking such good care of us."

Yoshiteru has long since learned that Ren cannot resist a pleading look from him, and, sure enough, they relent to his and Shishio's whims. Yoshiteru ties off his filled condom and props a few throw pillows between him and the armrest on the couch, kicking the rest aside, while Shishio picks up one of the spare condoms that Yoshiteru scattered in his earlier haste and puts it on. Ren ends up resting with their head on Yoshiteru's chest, otherwise laying in his lap, and Yoshiteru pops his fingers into his mouth before he pulls up their skirt again to brush over their clit, his free hand playing with one of their nipples, both motions earning him a sigh of his name. Shishio takes a little bit longer to get into position, but soon his hands are on Ren's hips, lifting them up to him before sliding in, Ren's groan vibrating all the way into Yoshiteru's chest.

"Mm, you're always so ready," Shishio says, letting his already deep voice rumble in a way he must know makes Ren squirm. His hand's caught onto their braid again, and Shishio gives a faint pull that just adds to every other wonderful sound that Ren's making. "You must get all excited when you think about one of us inside you, huh, Ren-senpai?"

Shishio starts moving in time with the last word, and Ren's hand snaps up to cover their mouth—not enough to silence themself, but at least enough to muffle the noise so it doesn't overwhelm Yoshiteru's sensitive ears. He drops a kiss on their forehead in thanks, smiling as he starts to move his fingers in a rhythm that matches up as best it can with Shishio's building and rough pace. "Sounds like a yes to me," Yoshiteru says. "You're doing amazing, Senpai."

And with the two of them teaming up like that, physically and verbally, Ren doesn't stand a chance. Of course, Shishio's been on the edge the whole time, so it's not long before Yoshiteru can hear his orgasm building up, too—and whenever he comes, groaning all the way, it's just a matter of time before Ren reacts, that little gasp tearing out of their throat that Yoshiteru's had memorized since the first time they made it and he found out what it means.

"You like hearing Aniki moan like that for you?" Yoshiteru asks in a whisper, feeling just a bit high whenever his own words make Ren come closer and closer. He brushes against the side of their clit again, not letting his pace fall as he hums. "You're so sexy like this, right when you're on the edge, Senpai."

"Mmhmm. Go ahead and come, Ren-senpai," Shishio adds, the words setting Ren off completely—and Yoshiteru's going to pretend it's them orgasming in his lap alone that sends a little shiver down his spine, and not also the fact that Shishio's kind of hot. "That's it. Enjoy yourself. You've been so good for us. You earned it."

Ren gasps, "Yoshiteru—Shishio—" and that's about the one time they manage to get out their full names before Ren's voice catches on the syllables and other sounds, and they bite down on their finger to keep their volume from escalating too much. Yoshiteru and Shishio work in unison, calling out little words of praise as they pull every bit of ecstasy they can from Ren's shivering body.

Yoshiteru can hear the point when they've had enough, so he drags his hand back, sliding up along their stomach and all the way to Ren's chin, tipping their head back for a kiss that they accept with a smile. Shishio follows Yoshiteru's lead, first in slowing his pace down to a stop, then in leaning up to press his lips against Ren's. "See," Shishio says, "I told you you'd like it."

"You two are so unfair," Ren says, pressing their hands into their face—an action that does nothing to hide the embarrassed color rushing to the tips of their ears. Yoshiteru and Shishio exchange a glance before moving, attacking Ren with small pecks and kisses that make them giggle. "Stop, stop! Fine, I'll fix it—you're unfair, but I love you both, sheesh!" Together, they all adjust, Yoshiteru picking up an extra pillow to tuck under his back, Shishio disposing of his own condom, and Ren adjusting to cuddle between the two of them with a sound of pure contentment humming through their heart. "But I mean it, thank you two. I know you don't have to do things like this for me."

Shishio grunts. "It's not a problem. It's…kind of fun every now and then."

Yoshiteru nods, finding himself more at ease with the aftermath than he expected. "If you wanted to do this again, I wouldn't mind."

Ren's heartrate picks up in anticipation, though they do a good job at not showing it otherwise. "You two are gonna spoil me at this rate."

"Hm, I wouldn't mind," Shishio says with a grin. "If I spoil you, you get more needy."

Ren pushes their hand into his face, setting off a chain reaction of laughter, and Yoshiteru can't help but think that he's the lucky one, that he's managed to find something so good, just like the kind of love he used to daydream about as a kid when he read and reread his great-grandparents' books after school. Yoshiteru hugs Ren a little tighter, presses a kiss into their hair, right next to their temple. "Ren. Thank you for loving us."

Shishio's hesitation sends a little vibration through his throat, but he nods, dropping a kiss onto Ren's forehead a second later. "Yeah," he breathes, "thanks."

Ren smiles, shakes their head, pulls Shishio closer and nuzzles against Yoshiteru's cheek. "Mm. Thank you both for loving me, too."

And Yoshiteru realizes that this sound—the three of them together, content, breathing softly, enjoying each other's love, may just have been the melody he was trying so hard to capture in his music all along.

[Author's Notes]

See, I promise I can write fluff in these side stories! Even if it's just self-indulgent smut.

Thanks to zaraqui kenpachi, BenTennyson134, Aerishime, 3lijahowens, lorisjunior-favaro, NeedingOfLifeGoalDude, L1quidN, CookieTheDark, and World Refrain for the faves, follows, and review dropped on the walk steady series as a whole. You're all very cool.

Thanks very much to beta PunkTrashNoiz for always putting up with my nonsense and the busy posting schedule I gave them for April. They're also betaing my Moriarty the Patriot fic, you could have my heart (and i would break it for you), which has more queer smut, so go and check that out if you like what I do and want more food.

Tbh I don't have much to say other than this collection is pure self indulgence. You can count this piece and the next one as canon to the walk steady epilogue, but there will be some AU pieces in this collection, too. Much like the safe for work short stories, there's like a pile of unfinished pieces sitting in my doc, so maybe I'll come back and finish some of those.

That said, right now I'm slowly working on preparing my summer challenge writing project, which is going to be a twelve-part weekly walk steady extended epilogue, so look forward to that. More news on that project in the next update to this fic, which will drop next month!

Next Time: Canon ShishiRen. Please look forward to it!

-Avi

[04.08.2023]