In The Middle

by CrypticBeans

Shouta has been pining after Hizashi and Oboro for years yet he has never said a word. How could he? Hizashi and Oboro were his best friends who loved each other. A happy couple that did not have room for his complicated emotions. It only takes one afternoon, the offer of coffee, and one conversation to change everything.

3. Steamy Showers, Late Nights and Dinner!

If there was anything Shouta had learned in the past three months, it was that love wasn't complicated nor uncomplicated. That every relationship needed its balance and its open communication in order to work. But nothing needed more work than a relationship with two boyfriends who were willing to always meet him halfway. There wasn't a schedule nor were there hours when one person got more love than the other. Days where someone was showered in affection then neglected the next. It took work, however.

It took time and it took patience. It was something made clear to him countless times by his therapist and the therapist he, Oboro and Hizashi shared. It was all too easy to continue building on their relationship together with that communication that was becoming more open. Something he was more comfortable using when he spoke to his boyfriends whether it be one-one-one or together. To talk to them without fear of having them snap at him. For bitter, angry feelings to come in the way and rip them apart.

It was this open communication that had been built upon with a rather firm foundation that allowed him to approach both men. It didn't change the fact hesitant when going to them with the request for a cuddle. That it didn't leave him red faced when Hizashi invited them in for a "cuddle puddle" as he called it on the living room couch. He had loved Hizashi and Oboro for so many years, he couldn't see where the love for one or the other outweighed the other. It was a cliché to say he loved them both equally.

Knew it but it was true. Even if he fell at different times for them, it didn't change that he had enough love for both men to take and give back. Polyamory, he found, wasn't about being greedy with his boyfriends. In lying to one to get what he wanted from the other. It was balance. It was working things out and coming together as he would if he were dating them one on one. He had his love to give to both of them and they had love for each other along with love for him. There was so much love he felt tipsy off of it.

Like a love sick teenager when he was shutting the door to his apartment with Oboro's hoodie tied around his waist and the scent of Hizashi's sandalwood cologne clinging onto him. When he was curled up with these scents in bed and kicking his feet to work out the energy that had swarmed under his skin from his day out with both men. A three-way relationship was about communicating. About vocalizing wants, desires, and needs to his partners. He couldn't deny that it was exactly why he had been so hurt.

Why he had felt unwanted, undesirable, by his boyfriends sexually. In the afternoon following his first time with Hizashi, he'd been hit with an odd sense of guilt. Strangling him after his odd tears had subsided long enough for Hizashi to coax him into the shower together did that reality hit him. He'd felt awful for having sex with the blonde without discussing with Oboro as well. To dive straight into it the way he had but he'd felt the smallest bit desperate under it all, hadn't he? Worried it was his only chance?

But standing with Hizashi cleaning him off, he'd been swamped with a worried guilt so intense it threatened to leave him curled on the shower floor. His blonde boyfriend, ever the positive person to see the silver lining, had promised they'd talk to Oboro. And it had been hard not to believe the faux reality his brain made him that Oboro would, in fact, not be okay with it. He'd been a bundle of nerves when the blue-haired man had flown over the threshold of the house with that sparkle to his gaze.

Scooping himself and Hizashi up with lips alternating between the blonde's and his own, he'd tried to breathe through his worried guilt. His anxiety that he'd done something wrong. It had driven him up the wall until the blonde coaxed the three of them to the living room to talk. He swore his face had never burned hotter than when the blonde had eased them into that conversation after dinner plans were made. It felt oddly harder to spit out that same conversation he'd had with Hizashi, yet it felt easier.

Having someone's hand in his with gentle squeezes, fingers fitting together with his, as he spoke to Oboro. It was only on the second way through did he realize he was hurt. He had felt upset, unwanted, and God knows he hated the same hurt pinching at his blue-haired boyfriend's face when he said it. The tight squeeze of Hizashi's hand in his. He hadn't known what he'd wanted when he had gotten those words out of his tight throat. Forgiveness? To repent? To ask their boyfriend to forgive him for giving in so easily?

For not getting a blessing of some kind before going to bed with Hizashi but he'd been refused it? But the blue-haired man had insisted in that no-nonsense manner there was nothing to forgive. There was no wrong doing. No betrayal, no cheating. If anything, Oboro had looked absolutely pained more at the thought that he felt unwanted. It was a conversation that ended with himself and Hizashi tucked into Oboro's lap with fingers in his hair with those crooned assurances. Quiet promises to bring it up in their next appointment.

To bring it up before he was inevitably coaxed to the bed with a pair of his spare pajamas being handed to him. Curling up with them that night, he'd felt that flicker of guilt when he curled into Hizashi's back with his face tucked into his shoulder. When the blonde had cuddled himself in between him and Oboro for his turn in the middle. He'd been worrying over and over that there had been more to it than his blue-haired boyfriend refused to elaborate on. At least, not in front of Hizashi. And he was right.

Oh, he'd sworn they'd never had a more eventful therapy session where everything was laid out clearly with not a thing hidden. Topics picked apart until a clear picture was painted for him that left him surprised. The reality was that Oboro was just as nervous. That Hizashi just as scared to ruin the balance. That both of these confident, bold men of his were worried about making him feel unwanted or to feel hurt or undesirable only to create those very feelings. How gutted Hizashi had looked that afternoon on the couch.

How Oboro had sounded during their therapy session had rattled him. For he knew this was their first relationship like this; polyamory wasn't a cure all. It wasn't a band aid over him loving Hizashi and Oboro and them loving each other than loving him. It took work. It had anxieties, fears, worries about how something would impact the other person. It wasn't a perfect fix for a complicated love triangle. He was just as worried, anxious, nervous, fearful of hurting someone as they were about hurting him.

About hurting one another's feelings. Someone feeling unwanted by the other two. It was a draining conversation sitting on that plush couch with hands on his knees, but it had been worth it. To have that open, clear image between all of them. To be on the same page. To know where they stood sexually with one another where Oboro had established an open door for him. If he wanted him, he could have the blue-haired man when he wanted. The same was established from Hizashi with that warmth to his gaze.

There didn't need to be guilt. Anxiousness. They were his whenever he wanted, and he'd offered the same to them. He would be theirs should they want him whenever they did. It was refreshing to be on the same page with the two of them by the time the three of them were leaving with an appointment card for the following week. Despite that initial guilt after sex, it had long since disappeared. Chasing away the shadow of that afternoon. A shadow, a stain, that he didn't want to stain his first time with Hizashi.

While it was mortifying, he'd been reduced to tears, it didn't stop the fact it left him happy. Relieved when Hizashi didn't question him on his tears save for one-word questions he could nod or shake his head at. Other than the afternoon of their confessions, he'd never been so happy he was reduced to tears like that. To breathless, giggling sobs as the blonde held him tightly. Keeping him together until he could control it. But that appointment led to the verbal confirmation from Oboro that he was wanted.

Oh, it had his face hotter than anything to have those blue eyes on him with that bold proclamation made to him. Without so much as a flinch before he was led inside the home once again for his weekend stay with them. It had been a game changer finally crossing that border of their sexual relationship. Kissing was no longer hesitant. They didn't pull away from him to diffuse the moment that would always leave him confused. Instead, it was as he had kissed any other person that had come before them.

Any other make out session he'd had with a past lover. And yet while he was diving headfirst sexually with Hizashi, the blue-haired man hadn't made a move. Save for that declaration from Oboro, they never progressed the way he hoped. The way he'd imagined he would. Instead, it remained the same; petting over clothing, hands grabbing at his thighs and hips with lips on his. A hand in his hair as he clutched at the blue-haired man's broad shoulders. Getting hotter, hotter, hotter only it never became anything.

He didn't know what was worse; the stopping and diffusing of the moment from before or this. While he'd hesitantly asked if everything was fine, if they were indeed on the same page, Oboro had been beaming when he assured him they were. It was a wild, confusing contrast to have two very different yet similar physical relationships with his boyfriends. To be sexually active with one yet toeing the line with the other. It was something he was determined to rectify with Oboro. Communication was a two way street.

Even if it had his heart jumping in his chest when he was opening his mouth to ask for more only to have the words strangle off in his throat. Leaving him to duck his burning face away when Oboro tried to pull it out of him. While he had been working on his confidence with his individual therapist it still felt like a daunting task to him when it came to Oboro. It was strangely easier with Hizashi, but this felt harder. Embarrassing and he didn't want it to feel that way. Because he wants Oboro just as bad as he wants Hizashi.

God knows he'd fantasized about it enough in the past. Daydreamed about what it would be like with Hizashi giving him hints in his rambling dirty talk. Tidbits about what Oboro would like, what he wouldn't, what would drive him crazy, and what would keep him coming back for more. Always getting him off that edge but it merely filled him with that longing. The desire to know firsthand what sex would be like with Oboro. And while he wished the blue-haired man would take the reins, he knew how he felt.

Multiple therapy sessions told him how nervous both of his boyfriends were about bridging that gap. Taking that physical step forward; after all, Hizashi had been shaking like a leaf beforehand. He'd been shaking afterwards recalling the afternoon and that tremor remained the next few times they had done anything remotely sexual. But to be with Oboro? Oh, it was all he wanted. All he wanted to experience in the recent few weeks following the start of his and Hizashi's dip into the sexual side of their relationship.

He wanted to share in it with their blue-haired boyfriend more than anything. Even if it was a one-on-one experience first to teach one another, it would be enough. He had years to make up for and goddammit, he was determined to fulfill those years from high school onwards soothing his desires. Because he could see it in those blue eyes. When they were pausing in between those make out sessions he saw it. The heat that had his heart jumping in his throat when they were settling down with limbs twisted together.

The desire when those dilated eyes were flicking down to catch him licking at his lips. When he was squirming slightly against the blue-haired man where hands would squeeze tightly at his waist. The desire had always been there; it was a matter of acting upon it when the moment was right between them. There was nothing stopping him from approaching Oboro with the request to act upon those shared desires yet it felt hard. He couldn't understand why he was so afraid of rejection from both of them.

When they had shown him countless times over the past four months that they loved him. Hell, Hizashi had proved time and time again that he held that desire for him. It wasn't quite a "problem" but not so small to not be an issue. It was much like with Hizashi before they'd all laid it out plainly for the other two to see; he was hesitating. He was worrying over the guilt that could swamp him if he slept with Oboro. That Hizashi would be upset on some level for no one could be so open minded as his boyfriends seemed to be.

And yet he couldn't stop himself from going to Hizashi for another hit, another moment of that heat, where the blonde looked at him like he was precious. Like he was the most desirable man in the moment. Couldn't think of stopping the moments of such passionate sweetness with his boyfriend where those slurred, vulgar words were aimed at him being broken up by crooned praises. It left him longing to take his chance to have sex with Oboro. He wanted to know how he would be touched by the blue-haired man.

What he would say and what he would do. How it would feel to have Oboro's hips striking against him as hands traced his sweaty skin with praises leaving the man as they would with Hizashi. He wanted to know so badly it was eating him up at night. To take the steps to bridge the gap and give himself something rather than let them both continue to toe the line. To stop them both from hesitating to act on their desires. Worried about how the other would take it without ever trying to do something about it.

Swallowing, he slid his house key into the front door lock before twisting it. Listening to the light metallic click before tugging it out. Twisting the door handle, he pushed it open with an adjustment of the duffel over his shoulder when he stepped into the softly lit living room with a chirping meow of Sterling and Cappella raising their heads. Shutting the door behind him with a thud. "Oboro? Are you home? I'm sorry for being a bit late today but my patrol went on longer than expected!"

There was a thud before the bedroom door swung open with Oboro appeared before him with a rumpled appearance yet it was hardly noticed. Not when a brilliant smile was bursting over his boyfriend's face when he ran forward. Letting his bag slip off of his shoulder to the floor, he stretched his hands out as Oboro flew forward to close the gap. Meeting him at the front door only to scoop him up into a tight, squeezing hug that had him wheezing out his breath. "That's fine! Welcome home, sweetheart!"

Oh, it had his heart jumping to his throat at that term of endearment. He melted into that hug with his arms tightening around Oboro's broad shoulders. Burying his face into his neck where he dragged in the faint scent of his bedroom. Incense? It was something smoky, sweet and it had tight muscles relaxing at the familiar scent. It had him humming when he nuzzled at the blue-haired man. "I know Zashi ate but did you eat dinner with him? Or did you go straight to napping?"

"I crashed after work but it's fine! We can order out for a late-night dinner to eat together if you want!" Humming into the side of his boyfriend's neck, he curled his feet up to hook around the backs of his knees. Soft kisses peppered to his shoulder followed by a nuzzle when arms squeezed around his waist. Reaffirming the tight hug giving him the comfort of such a hold. It had his toes curling in his boots. "Zashi also wanted me to pass his love on because he has an important segment interview, so he'll be home later too!"

"Mmmm." God, he couldn't get enough of these welcomes to their home. When he was hugged tightly with lips pecking at his face or when Oboro would scoop him up just as he would with Hizashi. Twisting his fingers into the fabric of his boyfriend's shirt, he shifted his head to rest on his shoulder as he pressed his face into his throat. Inhaling that smoky incense clinging to Oboro's bronze skin. "I freshened up at mine but I should probably take a fully proper shower before we sit down to talk dinner."

"Perfectly reasonable! But could I talk to you about something first, Shouta?" Oh? He blinked at the subtle shift in the blue-haired man's tone when hands slid up to knead at his back in firm circles. There was a light tremor that hadn't been there seconds ago. He unhooked his feet to dangle and skim over the floor when he gave a soft hum to his boyfriend. Catching the quiet sound of a swallow, he tightened his hold on Oboro's shirt when the blue-haired man spoke. "You've been sleeping with Zashi, right?"

He wished he could say he didn't tense up. That his face didn't burn with a startlingly fast rush of heat. That his heart didn't jump into his throat to beat frantically at the sudden rush of nerves hitting him. The quiet trace of guilt when he tightened his arms around Oboro instinctively to that tense scrunch of his own shoulders. But he did. "Yeah. Yeah, I've been, um, having sex with Zashi the past couple of weeks. Does- Are you mad? Do you want me to stop? Because I-I can stop! If it's upsetting, you despite what you said then I-"

"No! God, no, you don't have too! Zashi is your boyfriend as he is my fiancé!" Arms tightened when he bit his inner cheek before pulling back from his place on Oboro's shoulder to find a worried expression pinching at that bronze face. The blush forming on his cheeks when those blue eyes flickered over his face. "No, it doesn't bother me one bit, sweetheart, you know that! I've just been talking to Zashi lately, and he said we're being stupid, you know? Dancing around it? I mean, you do want me like that, don't you?"

His face burned uncomfortably with the force of that blush when he tried to get his shoulder to relax. To calm down rather than stand stiffly in his boyfriend's arms when there was nothing to be defensive over. Not when the truth was right in front of them. When they talked about it in therapy of all places, yet he couldn't stop that reaction. Couldn't kill it in its tracks when he slid his arms from around Oboro's shoulders to bring his hands up to touch the heat of those flushed cheeks. "Of course I do! Zashi is right, isn't he?"

"Well, the man is right a majority of the time, isn't he? I mean, in therapy it's been proven there's nothing wrong with it, is there? With me wanting to make love with my boyfriend? If you want me and I want you then there's no reason we should keep tiptoeing around it anymore, should we?" There was a strained note to Oboro's voice when those eyes flicked over him again with arms tightening around his waist. "Because I do! I'd very much love to make love to you tonight if you'd have me?"

"I- You know, I was going to talk to you about this very thing. Tonight." Lashes fluttered in a blink as those blue eyes widened at him as his boyfriend's mouth fell open slightly. God, he loves their eyes. The blonde's green eyes and Oboro's blue were so clear he swore he could drown in those light colors for hours. They were so damn pretty. Swallowing, he slid thumbs along flushed cheeks with a bark of laughter leaving him at the twitch to the corners of that open mouth. "I was! No need to look so surprised!"

A beaming smile curled over Oboro's lips then when arms slid from around his waist for hands to rest on it in a squeeze. Kneading at him when he pressed his palms firmly to those hot cheeks with that delighted, excited sparkle in that gaze. "Then we're on the same page tonight, huh? I won't lie, Shouta, you've been killing me lately, you know that? I can hear both of you in the bedroom when I come home and I-I want to make you feel good like that too! I tried to be patient because I didn't want to spook you away, you know?"

Oh.

Oh, it sent a shiver down his back at the lowering pitch of Oboro's voice when the blue-haired man turned his head to press a kiss to his palm with those eyes locked onto him. Nuzzling at his palm, it sent a tingle up his back when he swallowed before licking his lips. Much like Hizashi, he watched those dark lashes fluttering as eyes darted down to catch the action. Looking at his lips with such intensity it had them tingling. "How could you scare me off when I've been wanting you too?"

"You never know how someone is going to react, sweetheart, to being told their new boyfriend wants to fuck them into the mattress!" His cheeks were throbbing lightly from the intensity of that blush. A faint, dizzy spin to his head at the sheer rush of emotions swarming his chest to choke him. Excitement. Relief. Anticipation. Confusion at the sudden topic change. "I know it seems like it's coming out of nowhere and I apologize for that, especially when you just got off patrol, but I just- I don't wanna wait anymore, you know?"

"No, I get it! Like I said, I was going to ease us into it rather than demand you fuck me already, you know? But honestly, you made it all the easier on me, you know that? I've been more than happy with Zashi but that doesn't mean I don't want you to fuck me too. It doesn't mean I don't want you to make love to me just as much as I want him too. I didn't- I think I assumed I was alone in that nervousness, you know? Scared to make a move. We talked about all of this yet I just can't shake it. Old habits die hard."

"Shouta, whether you believe it or not, you are a handsome man that does have an impact on myself and Zashi! Much more than you'd think, honestly!" A fresh wave of heat hit his face when the blue-haired man grinned widely at him when hands squeezed at his waist. "So, where does this leave us, sweetheart? Do you want to eat dinner with me first? Take a shower? Want me to make you something hot? Anything is on the table for you to have, just say it, yeah? What do you want that I can give you right now?"

Anything was on the table. Then what did he want right now? The heat flickering in that gaze spoke volumes when thumbs rolled circles into his waist. Leaving him flushed as his feet finally touched the floor, surprising him when he blinked before taking a deep breath. Licking his lips before meeting that gaze as eyes darted down to watch the action once again. Oh, it had his lips tingling at that gaze leveled on them. Intense. "I want you. Would you take a shower with me? Please?"

He slid his hands from Oboro's flushed face towards his shoulders at the heat flashing in that gaze. A blaze of emotion that had his sprinting heart jumping wildly against his chest in sickening hits. Had his stomach dropping with such intensity as he clung to those board shoulders when Oboro's grin widened at him with hands kneading at his waist in a firm squeeze. "I'll lay our clothes out, grab a few things, while you start the shower, yeah? Are you, ah, ready in "that" sense? Any prep work on yourself?"

He couldn't find his words. Couldn't think around the clawing excitement leaving his words to dance away from him. Impossible to string together leaving him mute when he nodded at the blue-haired man who beamed once more before leaning in. He happily met him halfway as he tipped his face up to welcome the quick pecks of lips on his own. Shots of heat to his system when hands squeezed at him before Oboro pulled back with that sparkle to his gaze. Forcing himself to release his hold on his shoulders.

Hands slid along his waist with a parting caress before his boyfriend bent down to scoop his duffel bag up. Spinning on his feet before rushing towards the bedroom, he found himself following after Oboro down that small hallway only to turn towards the bathroom instead. While the bathroom in the bedroom was an en-suit bonus, it was cramped. Unbearably tight to fit the three of them in their morning routine, which often led to someone or both using the spare bathroom across the hall from the bedroom.

It wasn't spacy but it was breathable to work around one another. Hizashi always claimed it was a steal to find a two bath, one bedroom home with a singular floor plan. Impossible anywhere else and an odd layout for a home, but it had its charm once Hizashi was done with it. Shuffling into the bathroom, he flicked the lights on where he eased the door halfway shut with a stumble to his sprinting heart. Hitting sickeningly against his chest when his boots thudded over the tiled floor as he approached the shower.

Tugging open the slim glass door, he stuck his hand in to twist at the knob allowing for the water to burst out of the head. Stepping back, he allowed the door to shut as he then tugged at his t-shirt to flip it up over his head before tossing it to the floor. Bracing hands on the wall and counter to kick his boots off one at a time where they hit the wall. His hands were shaking lightly when he curled his fingers into the waistbands of his pants and boxers. Taking a deep breath before working them downwards.

It had his stomach dropping with those metaphorical butterflies so intensely it threatened to make him sick. He forced himself to take deep breaths as he pushed his clothing down from his hips. Down his thighs towards his knees when he caught the faint squeak of the floor in the hallway over the shower next to him as he got the fabric down to his ankles. Tugging at his socks as he worked it from around each ankle. He straightened up with a breath rushing out of him when the door was nudged open.

And God, if his face wasn't hot before it was positively burning. Stinging in the tips of his ears at the sight of the blue-haired man. With not a stitch of his previous clothing on, he found himself gawking at the expanse of that bronze skin. Such a rich, beautiful color that contrasted with the soft blue of his hair. Of his eyes. It was stunning to see the dusting of blue hair along his arms and legs. The curls covering his chest where he found himself riveted to his right nipple with a single stud running through it.

He let his gaze flicker down following along that toned stomach towards the sharp dip of his hips. The slender appearance of his waist contrasted with his broad set shoulders. Letting his gaze flicker down to the blue dusting of hair running down his lower stomach where it gradually thickened towards his pelvis. Giving way to what he could only describe as a patch of fluffy blue pubic hair. Wiry as it kinked out but it looked fluffy. Wispy to the eye than he'd thought it would. It was much different than he'd imagined it.

Letting his gaze fall down to the thickness of the blue-haired man's thighs before forcing himself to focus. No point in prolonging where he truly wanted to gawk. Just once. Letting his gaze flicker up again he couldn't help that jolt of heat running down his back. The excitement was akin to when he'd seen Hizashi undressed that afternoon. When he'd admired the beauty of him. He'd never understand how or why he had two partners who so happened to be so well-endowed. But he'd be damned if he complained about it.

He had, after that first time with Hizashi, been embarrassed when told inches of his blonde boyfriend's dick. It had been mortifying yet he couldn't stop himself from being morbidly curious about it. Hizashi sat at seven and a half inches wasn't that far off from what he'd imagined. With himself at only six, it was easy to feel a bit like he was lacking. However, staring at Oboro he had to guess the blue-haired man and the blonde were roughly the same size. Seven inches, either above or even, he had not a clue.

His eyes were riveted at the sight of it with that all too cliché reaction as his mouth watered. Swallowing it down, he found himself gawking at the piece of jewelry on the blue-haired man; a shining ball of a stud winking at him from his urethra. A Prince Albert piercing had not been what he'd thought when a genital piercing on Oboro. And according to the blonde during his hint dropping, there was a lorum piercing too. It had him gawking so shamelessly at his boyfriend who merely seemed to allow him to gawk.

To look over every dip, curve, and flare of his body before lifting his gaze up to find those eyes burning at him. The blush smothered over his cheeks spread down to his collar bones with hands holding onto a golden square winking at him through his fingers and a tube of lube he hadn't seen before. Was it water-based? Something they could use in the shower that wouldn't wash away? It would make sense the few times he'd heard both men in here. He'd made sure he was as clean and clear as he could at his apartment.

He'd been planning on a shower here to freshen up before coming to Oboro with his wants. His desires. And yet he was much, much happier the blue-haired man had taken the reins on their conversation the second he'd walked through the door. While it was a bit off-putting to go from a warm welcome to the topic of sex, he had not a problem with it. He'd had blind dates jump from dinner to being pinned down in the front or back seats of a car. Up against the walls of a hotel room following what he thought was a calming night.

This was nothing but it was his boyfriend that made it all the different. This wasn't a hookup or a random man he'd never see again. This was Oboro. It had his breaths hitching as his shaking hands wavered near his waist at the sight of those blue eyes flicking down. Moving over him to which he swallowed before stepping away from his position by the sink towards the shower. Giving those blue eyes a chance to gawk over him. And God, the hunger to Oboro's gaze had his skin ripping with sizzling flash of heat.

Scalding as it sank down like lava along his bones. Simmering through his veins to boil his blood. It was as if he had offered up a plate of food before a starving man. As if he'd be devoured without a bit of himself left behind. It was a desire he'd seen in Hizashi. A lustful hunger that had his breath catching in his throat when the bathroom door was nudged closed. A light click that had him turning on his feet towards the shower to tug the glass door open allowing the gathering heat within to plume out.

Stepping into the shower, he shuddered at the hot water hitting his shoulder to streak down his back and side. Hot, hot, hot to rival the heat swelling beneath his skin when Oboro was rushing across the floor with careful avoidance of his boots. His clothing was left on the floor with a hand flying out to catch the glass door when he stepped under the water. Lingering to run his hands over his hair as the water soaked into it when Oboro stepped in after him to which his heart gave a sickening one-two hit to his chest.

Backing out from beneath the water towards the wall, the golden wrapper of the condom was put on a shelf as blue locks were soaked trough. Clinging onto red cheeks and his jaw, it was a beautiful sight. A hand reached out to slide slickly along his waist with Oboro shuffling forward with a slosh of the water along the floor. Close, close, close as he reached out to grab onto his upper arms to pull at him as he then slid them up slickly towards broad shoulders. God, his heart felt fit to rip out of his chest if he wasn't careful.

Oboro's hand slid along his waist before squeezing at him when his dick twitched at that hungry heat blazing at him from that gaze. Tipping his head back slightly to press to the wall behind him, he watched his boyfriend's head dipping down towards him as it closed that gap quickly. Breaths fanning over his lips prompting them to tingle viciously. A buzz. It had them parting instinctively with shuddering breath rushing out of him when he tugged on slick shoulders coaxing him to come down further as he leaned in.

He caught the light clatter of the tube of lube being placed on a shelf when lips were pressing against his softly with quiet whisper of that first slide against his own. The hand holding it then came down to slide along his waist as he was twisted close, close, close into Oboro's arms. The cool touch of the shower wall had him jumping when his back pressed to it, but he could happily ignore it. He curled his arm to lift his hand up to cup the back of Oboro's head when he responded to that soft kiss delightedly.

A kiss with such tenderness it threatened to make his legs give out underneath him as the adoration poured into it that contrasted with that hungry look. It had him leaning against the wall for that support as he moved his lips with Oboro's with a quiet whisper lost under the sound of water pounding against the shower walls. It was absolutely electrifying to feel the slick slide of Oboro's wet skin against his own. He'd yet to be skin to skin with the blue-haired man but it was just as amazing he hoped it to be.

Imagined it to be.

The electricity sparked down his back with each lazy slide of those lips against his triggered that lazy twist of desire. God, they were so warm. Soft. He moved his lips against Oboro's with a twist of that eagerness that had him tightening his arms around his shoulders. The smack of their moving lips was barely audible over the running water around them. Just barely able to catch the light intermittent smack. The soft press of those first few kisses was quickly traded out for something firmer against his own.

Allowing him to appreciate the feel of Oboro's lips to his own as they struggled to shape themselves to his quickly. The way his own were molding to fit and curve with the blue-haired man's as he tightened his arms around his shoulders when hands slid along his waist with fingers kneading at him idly. With a fuller top lip with a hint of a Cupid's it was thrown out of balance with Oboro's thinner bottom lip. Often chapped from the wind and his nervous picking, tonight they were unbelievably soft beneath his.

Smoother than he could recall them being in recent times and fuck if he didn't love that soft, warm touch of those lips onto his own. He curled himself against his boyfriend with a shuddering sigh fanning over his cheek as a chill ran down his back. But it was better than being pushed against the handle on the opposing wall. He'd risk being chilled rather than under the hot water and uncomfortable any day. There was a slosh of water when he shuffled instinctively with a sigh of his own as lips moved against his own.

Returning that firm press happily with a push back of his own. God, he could melt away right now. Become a puddle and slip down the drain. He clung onto these wet blue locks delighted when hands swept down his waist towards his thighs. Nails dragging idly over his damp skin sent a shiver racing up his back when he clutched at the wet locks in his grasp. Humming when hands swept along his thighs before coming up. Curving backwards to slide over his ass in a caress before squeezing at him.

Oh, it's been a while since someone grabbed at his ass like that. It had his dick twitching at the spark of excitement twisting into him when he inhaled sharply. The slow slide of their moving lips had his stomach fluttering with those metaphorical butterflies when Oboro's hands squeezed at him fiercely sending a shiver up his back. Digging his fingers into him with that hard, hard, hard squeeze before letting him go to slide his hands over his ass once more. A caress that ended in those hands cupping it.

Lips inching up the speed of their slow slides to an idle one. Casual. He followed along with that subtle change without a second thought as he twisted a soaking lock of hair a round his fingers. The sharp smack ringing out in the quiet din of the enclosed shower as he slid his left arm from around Oboro's shoulders to curve it around his side. Sliding his hand along his back, he felt goosebumps rising beneath his skin when he happily slid his hand up to drag his nails over his shoulder blade lightly.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth until the man was squirming against him with a huff fanning over his cheek. Arching forward to pin him against the wall when he drifted his fingers lazily along the center of his back from the top to the bottom much to his delight. God knows he loves it when Hizashi pinned him down. When he hardly had the space to move let alone breathe from the crushing press of the blonde above him. It was by far his favorite things and it had heat raking beneath his skin in a flash.

A sizzling flash that had his breaths rushing out of him on a tremor when he felt hands sliding up towards his waist again to knead at him. He could feel the press of those hardening nipples against his chest. The balls of that piercing rubbing against his chest as well. He was flushed. His head spinning weakly with the steam gathering effortlessly from the hot water as he clung onto Oboro with another excited twitch of his dick. Breaths fanned over his cheek as lips slid against his with that quiet, blistering desire.

A hungry lust that had him all too eager to return it with a passion of his own bleeding into the kiss. The firm, quick slides of those off-balanced lips against his own was always a delight. Hours he'd lost in make out sessions with him and Oboro that were prolonged for he simply refused to let it end. Let them pull away from him pre-emptively when he always wanted another kiss. Another peck that led to the deepening of it as that second round of making out was kicked up once more. He was insatiable.

Always wanting more, more, more from his boyfriends that he could get. He'd never tire of having Hizashi's lips on his or to have Oboro's. To kiss them until they were all flushed and breathless. He wants nothing more than to touch Oboro the way he's touched Hizashi. It had been that itching, quiet desire that refused to abate with make out session with his blue-haired boyfriend. The desire to touch that bronze skin that would be revealed to him. To caress the blue-haired man until he was squirming beneath his hands.

He wanted to spend hours tracing over the markings, dips, and scars of his bronze skin the way he had with Hizashi's softly freckled skin. To memorize everything about his boyfriends was all he wanted. Needs. He'd never get enough of them physically, emotionally, so why hold himself back a second more when he now knew that they wanted him? Sliding his hand along the blue-haired man's back had him squirming and fidgeting against him with hitches to his breathes that fanned sharply over his hot cheek.

He pressed lightly on the back of Oboro's head to encourage for that harder press of those soft lips to his own, which he was happily rewarded. A hard press with that quick speed screamed volumes on that shared excitement between them. The eagerness to touch. To caress and memorize what he could of his boyfriend while he had him, but he knew it wasn't going to end here. Far from it if that mounting sexual tension between them had anything to say about it. He'd happily going round after round tonight.

Even if it meant facing that stinging, uncomfortable overstimulation he'd experienced once before with Hizashi. Moving his lips with Oboro's, the sharp smacks of their moving lips was easily heard with that change in their press. Easy to catch over the water. He whined when nails raked over his waist leaving blunt, burning lines behind over the skin. His hips bucked when his breath rushed out of him sharply at the hard squeeze it earned him. The dig of those nails into his damp skin had his toes curling against the floor.

Moving his lips with that underlying urgency that was fed off from one another; the excitement, the nervousness, the eagerness. He squirmed before squeezing at the blue locks in his hand tearing a groan out of the man. A low, throaty sound that had him shivering against the wall with a sharp inhale that rushed out of him quickly. He knew Hizashi went absolutely wild with hair pulling, just like himself, but did Oboro share it as well? A common kink between the three of them that had gone unacknowledged?

Another low groan left the blue-haired man when he slid his arm from its wrapped position around his side. Letting his fingers skate over his slick back before pressing his hand flush to his waist where he slid it forward to find the sharp angle of a hip. He wavered with that old stab of hesitation before swallowing it down when he slid his hand forward to touch his boyfriend's pelvis lightly. Moving his hand down through the wiry pubic hair with a tremble to his hands. His fingers shaking when he moved them down.

Touching the base of Oboro's dick lightly when he got a sharp intake of air. Hissing down before rasping out of his boyfriend quickly over his cheek with hips arching forward slightly. He drifted his fingers blindly down the blue-haired man's dick lightly before wrapping them around it. Squeezing with a spark of awe at how thick he felt in his hand when he got an encouraging twitch of those hips as a moan left the man. Squeezing at him again, he slid his hand down towards the head where he hesitated briefly.

Then he nudged at the top ball of that piercing curiously. Shifting his hold to press his ring and pinkie fingers to the bottom ball, he lightly rolled the tip of his finger over the ball tearing a whine from the blue-haired man when he pressed down on it lightly. He'd yet to grow used to Hizashi's full Jacob's Ladder but fuck if it didn't get them both riled up. If he didn't love the feeling of them rubbing at him through the condom. Touching them. Pressing at the piercing, he shifted his hand to bring his fingers up towards it.

Pulling at it lightly before tapping his thumb down to press it tightly to his slit. Then he tugged it up for him to feel a sliver of the bar beneath the ball tearing a keening whine from his boyfriend when his dick twitched in his grasp. He nudged at the piercing blindly with that curiosity had lips crushing themselves against his own with that quick speed. Trembling breaths fanning over his cheek when he shifted his hand to rub his thumb over the head of his dick before touching the piercing once more.

He'd remembered a time when both men had been limping. Waddling a bit for a few weeks but was this it? Were these piercings the reason why? It had him absolutely fascinated. God knows he could play with Hizashi's piercings from sheer curiosity until the blonde was squirming and twisting beneath his hands as his dick hardened in his hold. When he was flushed and incapable of staying still with those whined pleas for mercy with hands reaching towards him. He knew this piercing of Oboro's was no different for him.

It was fascinating. Even as he traced the ball with the tip of his thumb before nudging it again. Hips arched forward with a huff fanning over his cheek when he forced his trembling hand to move in a lazy, curving stroke. Squeezing at the twitching dick in his grasp had the blue-haired man shuddering against him. A throaty moan flying out of Oboro when he slid his hand back up in a lazy twist where he lifted his thumb up. Tapping that piercing lightly before flicking his thumbnail at it lightly earning himself a click off of it.

Nails clawed over his waist down towards his hips leaving their burning line behind as a deafening moan tore itself out of him at the tingles racing under his skin. The pleasure of those burning lines that had his dick giving a volley of excited twitches matching the one in his grasp. Quiet, uneven breaths raced as they fanned over hot cheeks, the steam of the small space acting to aid humidity to it all. Suffocating with that heat twisting under his skin when a hand drifted down his hip towards his groin.

He whined with an arch forward of his own hips when fingers fanned through the curls of his pubic hair. Reaching down until fingertips were touching the base of himself before they were wrapping around him tightly. Kneading at him when Oboro mirrored his lazy stroke to which he couldn't help another whine of encouragement as lips slid against his fervently. That sizzling urgency making itself all too abundant and he loves it. Squirming with his back pressed to the shower wall as that hand gave another lazy stroke?

The heat rolling off of Oboro as those lips crushed themselves to his own? Kissing him with such desire, such hunger, it left his legs shaking in the wake of that excitement? That eagerness? It had his own hand moving in lazy strokes as he tightened his grasp on the soaked blue locks when a moan left his boyfriend. Sliding his hand along his twitching dick, he swirled his thumb over the head where he felt a droplet wet the pad of it. His hips twitched forward into Oboro's hand with that tight squeeze being given.

A pressure leaving him groaning when that hand copied his strokes. Shaking, racing breaths cresting into a light panting speed fanned over his hot cheek mixed in with the sharp smack of their moving lips. The fullness of that top lip making its plushness all too abundant when compared to that thinner lower lip. God, he could kiss this man for hours. Touch him all night long and never be tired of it. He wants to spend days dedicating himself to learning the dips and curves of his boyfriends' bodies.

To explore, tease, and touch their piercings all night long to watch them squirm and twist beneath his hands. Touching the smooth ball of that piercing again, he wiggled it lightly tearing a groan from the blue-haired man. His dick twitched in his grasp when he moved his thumb to wiggle his piercing again. Twitching his own hips forward at those strokes curving over him as his breath trembled out of him when he squeezed tightly at the blue locks in his other hand. Earning himself another snapping moan from his boyfriend.

Shivers. He slid his hand down from the head towards the base where squeezed at it with the pads of his fingers kneading at Oboro before sliding his hand back up. Sliding up in a slick stroke had hips moving to thrust weakly into his hand to which he eagerly sped up his strokes. Squeezing at his boyfriend earned him the same treatment tearing a moan out of himself that was far, far too loud for his liking. Far to shrill in the small space of the shower but it had his boyfriend shuddering against him with a whine.

Reinforcing that crushing press of those lips to his own allowing for those sharp smacks to bounce off the walls of the shower. Deafening over the water as he squirmed in his place against the wall when that hand moved faster. Fast, fast, fast over him as his dick gave a volley of twitches when he felt the hand resting on his waist squeezing at him. Moving back to give a repeated caress. Grabbing at him tightly with a hard squeeze to get his toes curling against the slick floor with a moan bursting out of him.

Thrusting into hand when he felt that rush. Dizzy as that blood simmered through his veins on its way down towards his twitching dick. Moaning at the blue-haired man when the kiss was broken with a smack as he gasped in a breath only to whine. A shrill sound as he chased after those lips earning himself one, two, three, four kisses ringing out with sharp smacks before hitching, shallow pants fanned over his tingling lips. A moan leaving the blue-haired man when he twisted his hand up to roll his thumb over the dripping head.

Small drops of pre-come that had him swirling his thumb giddily over it with nudges to that piercing when he felt the stiffening of it in his grasp. The heat as Oboro hardened in his hand to which he forced his lashes up to whine at the heat blazing at him from that gaze. Pupils blown wide rendering irises to rings of color around it as that blush smothered itself over his cheeks. Shoulders flushed from the hot water streaking over them. The wet locks clinging to his red cheeks. The heaving rise and fall of his chest.

Dark lashes fluttered with the effort of staying open. Highlighting a scar over his eyebrow from a hit he'd taken on patrol a few years back. It had him squirming when he bucked into the blue-haired man's hand with a whine as he moved his own hand fast, fast, fast over that hardening erection in his grasp. Curving his hand up near the head, he swept it down to knead at the base to watch his boyfriend's mouth dropping open wider on a moan that sent shivers down his back. God, everything about this was relieving.

Like letting out a breath he'd been unintentionally holding now that he was finally touching Oboro the way he'd fantasized. Dreamed of. To have slick slid rubbing against his own as Oboro's hips thrusted forward into his hand rather than weak twitches. Moving hesitantly. He squeezed at the blue-haired man as he hardened fully in his grasp in mere seconds. Allowing himself to marvel at the thickness of that erection in his grasp with hitching, shallow pants of his own catching on a whimper at that blazing heat.

He curved his hand in twists along his erection where he slid his hand up to roll his palm over the dripping head earning himself another of those throaty moans from his boyfriend when hips bucked in a frenzy. The hand on him squeezing him so tight, tight, tight it had him moaning with such enthusiasm it was undeniable to him. Ecstatic. He thrusted into that hand eagerly with each quick stroke being given as fingers kneaded at him. A tight grasp as that hand flew up and down, up and down, with an idle curve to his hand up.

It was thrilling having those eyes on him as he touched the blue-haired man. To have them on him while Oboro was touching him. God, it had heat rippling under his skin in waves that left him breathless when he thrusted forward in compliance of a yank on his ass coaxing his hips forward. A tight, hard squeeze was given to his ass sending shivers up his back when hands pulled away from him. Sliding from his ass to his waist, the hand on his erection squeezed at him with tight swirls over the head of it.

Then Oboro's hand was pulling away. Whimpering shrilly at the lack of that stimulation, hands came up to his waist to coax him to turn around. Blinking at that brief flicker of confusion, it dissipated when it clicked. A subtle click that had him sucking in a heaving breath before releasing his hold on that twitching erection to spin on his feet. A slosh of water over the floor with his sudden movements threatened to slip him. Hands held onto his waist, however, to keep him from slipping and falling as his feet slid slightly.

Bracing his forearms to the wall with hands curling into loose, trembling fists much like the hands on his waist. He could feel that light tremble to them when they slid down to grab at his hips with nails biting into his skin lightly. Tugging at him to angle back, he eagerly planted his feet apart to arch his hips backwards with a choked breath being taken. A strangled sound leaving the blue-haired man when hands left his hips to grab the lube from the shelf. Grabbing at the golden square of the condom.

He watched with that spark of eagerness as the blue-haired man ripped open the condom to tug the slippery ring out. Squirming as it was rolled over the head of his erection before tugging down. The light bulge of that piercing pressing against the rubber had his stomach dropping with such intensity it threatened to make him sick. It already felt so, so hard to catch his breath as he dragged gasps of that humid air down that left his chest feeling heavy. His head swimming faintly with a spin from that heat.

It wasn't going to be good to keep up with that hot water but he couldn't think of telling him to turn it down. To angle towards that lukewarm temperature instead. Water poured over his lower back to streak in streams down his legs that trembled lightly with that excitement. Watching over his shoulder as that lube being squeezed in a dollop onto shaking fingers. Being spread as the tube was returned to the shelf, he caught the faint sound of those slick squelches beneath the water hitting the walls.

Hands then pulled apart with slick fingers drifting over his ass before fingers grabbed at him to pull him apart. The hot water sent a shiver up his back when he swallowed before dropping his right hand from the shower wall to instead curve back. To help in holding himself open for the blue-haired man. Grabbing at his cheek, he dug his fingers in to tug himself open with that blazing heat in that gaze flashing at him before dropping down. He shuddered at the slick touch of fingers against him slipping in a slick rub.

Up and down, up and down, up and down. A firm rub that had tingles racing up his back as his erection twitched against his stomach. Throbbing lightly from the gush of blood to it when he whined at the firm rub of Oboro's fingers against him. The uneven, racing pants fanning over his back when lips pressed against it. Fingers swirled playfully against him with that touch and go pressure that had him squirming. Bouncing the pads of his fingers against him with those slick, firm rubs broken up by playful swirl.

A firm touch that had his lashes fluttering in vain to stay up before he let his eyes shut. His chest heaved with his own rasping pants that did little to soothe the spinning sensation to his head. Exhilaration. Hot. Excited. Unbearably, unfairly eager with the slick slide of fingers rubbing over him. He whimpered under his breath at the spasm of muscles resulting in a blatant twitch. It had a fresh wave of heat hitting his face causing his cheeks to throb lightly from the intensity of the uncomfortable heat there.

Soft kisses placed over his back towards the back of his shoulder had his pounding heart throbbing in his chest when he felt fingers shifting against him. The tips tracing along over his hole had it twitching again when turned his face to bury it into his forearm. A low groan leaving him at the sharp stab of mortified embarrassment hitting him when the blue-haired man kissed his back softly. A low hum leaving the man as fingertips continued their slipping, tracing rub against him to which he arched his hips back further.

He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip before biting down harshly on it. Muffling a keening whimper when he felt fingers pushing at him leaving him gasping through his nose. He hadn't confirmed any prep work save for emptying himself out before coming over, it had been implied to get himself ready. He always stretched himself out to make the emptying easier on himself rather than just jamming things in recklessly. No matter how brief it had been, he'd done it to make it easier on himself after washing up.

Just enough to make sure he was clean in the areas that counted for the shower being the chance to wash himself over again for a second time. To wash all of him with hair included when he came over, but God knows he was happy he'd thought to get himself ready before coming over, intentionally or unintentionally. That he made sure that he was clean. Fingers nudged at him again when a strangled, choked whimper left him at the insistent push of fingertips against him when he got a kiss to the center of his back.

And then, then, then those fingers were pushing into him tearing a shout out of him that rang off of the walls effortlessly. An ecstatic tremble as those fingers pushed into him slow, slow, slow with the outer rim of his hole stinging lightly from the sudden spread. His thighs tensed with a tremble when those fingers slid into him. Rolling circles into his inner walls when he clamped down tightly around those fingers tearing a keening moan out of himself. A low vibration over his back as a groan left his boyfriend.

Shuddering at the firm rolls of the pads of fingers against him with the attempt on soothing. Relaxing him yet sparks raced up his back when they curled to press into him firmly to which he clenched tightly around them with a mon ripping out of him. with the firm rolls against his inner walls. He could burn away right now. Drown under this water. Be rendered to ash. Die right this second from the humid air choking his chest and he'd be absolutely blissful. He was mending that gap with his boyfriend after dancing around one another.

The fact they were finally acting upon it was all that mattered. Giving in to the desires he'd been choking on for years. Had grown in intensity each time Hizashi was crooning those vulgar words down at him. His erection twitched against his stomach with its light throbs driving him up the wall. An ache twisting into his lower stomach that refused to abate until he was getting those touches he wanted. Until he had those bronze hands sliding over his skin the way he wanted them too. Being touched, held, kissed as he longed for.

Such a stark contrast to his own paler skin, the sight of Oboro's skin against his own was always startling. Shocking. And it was so, so beautiful . God, he'd heard for years the flattering thrown at Oboro for his coloring. A bronze statue as he'd heard fawning women and a few men. All envious over Hizashi's relationship with the blue-haired man. Hell, he'd been envious for his own reasons. But now, now, now he has him. He has Oboro. He has Hizashi, and it was more than his heart could take most days.

A rub at his inner walls tore him out of his thoughts when the hand holding his left cheek released its hold to curve forward along his waist. Following his hip before fingers were brushing along the underside of his erection when he whined arching his hips forward eagerly. He squeezed tightly around those fingers when Oboro pulled them back slightly with a slick squelch thrusting into him shallowly. Repeated again with that cautiousness, he squirmed with a backwards buck of his hips with a whimper.

Jerking forward when fingers slid over the underside of his erection once again. The shallow, cautious speed of those thrusting fingers was everything once it started. Ohh, it had him keening out an ecstatic moan when fingers thrusted cautiously into him at that shallow depth. Rubbing the pads of them against the trembling muscles had him whimpering at the heat racing up his back. Fanning the heat under his skin as it pooled into pleasure. Shaking pants fanned over his damp skin when teeth nipped at him.

Fingers wrapped around his erection then to stroke in time with a shallow thrust had him squirming. His legs tensed when he got a low moan at the squeeze around those thrusting fingers when they spread out. Pushing outwards at him, he whined shrilly at that light, burning sting but fuck it felt good. So good, so good, so good when Oboro found a rhythm to match his thrusting. The hand wrapped around him tightly stroking fast in time with his shallow thrusts, it had him arching backwards with a whimper.

Rocking his hips back to meet those shallow thrusts before jerking forward into that stroking hand. It had him melting against the shower wall when fingers spread out to push at him again. And again. Again, again, again fingers pushed at his inner walls sending sparks of heat up his back that had him groaning shamelessly at the blue-haired man. Loving the answering moans and whines from the man behind him with the careless rubs accompanying each thrust. It was everything. Oh, he was burning up.

Just electrified as he had been that afternoon beneath Hizashi. He rocked himself back and forth idly once falling into rhythm with those thrusting fingers and that stroking hand. Gasping in his breaths he couldn't understand how he had been so hesitant about taking that plunge. How did spend weeks overthinking this? How did he overcomplicate something that he knew would be good? It was so effortless to give in to Oboro. Easy. It felt as natural to him as Hizashi touching him for the past few weeks.

It had his back arching when fingers pulled back for a deeper thrust that sent a wave of heat up his back tearing a cry from him. Oboro stiffened against his back with fingers tightening on his erection until he jerked himself backwards to get another spark. Another rush of that heat. When fingers pulled back only to thrust into him sending another wave of heat up his back when fingers rubbed over his prostate. They stilled before pushing out to spread him open with a moan leaving him as fingers trembled in their spread.

Pushing, pushing, pushing at him. They came together to then grind into his prostate. Ohhhh, it sent heat ripping up his back to fan under his skin when he cried out with a squirm that had his feet sliding over the floor. He could hardly care when pants wavered over the back of his shoulder. Shaking with as tight circles were rolled into his prostate that had his legs shaking. Shuddering at the pleasure rushing to pool into his stomach chasing away the ache. The hand on his erection tightening with its fast strokes.

Moaning out with such volume, such ecstatic enthusiasm, had his throat aching. The tight rubs to his prostate were then abandoned for sharp, thrusts of those fingers into him before spreading out. Again, again, again. Relentless. Eager. Huffing, rasping pants were taken between them both as thrusts broke up the spreads of his fingers. That hand squeezing at his erection flew up and down fast, fast, fast with his palm rolling over the head to get his hips snapping forward to thrust into that tight hold.

Gasping when fingers pushed out at him with that insistence to relax them when he tried to clench around them. He felt dizzy. Flying in his own head with his heaving gasps that left his chest feeling tight. The feel of Oboro pressing into his back with those rasping pants fanning over his skin had him squirming when he arched his hips back. Whimpering when fingers snapped into him with sharp, deep thrusts that had his pounding heart giving that sickening one-two hit against his tight chest. Sickening.

God, he could die happy. Not a thing would stop him, would let Oboro stop now. He refused. While it hadn't been a proper, in-depth preparation he used on himself, it made this all the easier for them. Fingers pushing out at him shook lightly when they came together to thrust sharply into him. Squirming on his feet was a dangerous endeavor yet he couldn't stop the action when fingers ground into his prostate. Sending flaming waves up his back tearing a wail out of him when Oboro ground them into the spot ruthlessly.

Shaking pants fanning over his back in between frantic kisses being placed over it as he rolled his hips back to grind instinctively. Squirming side to side in that cagey shake that had the blue-haired man moaning behind him throatily. Spreading his fingers out once more to push at him, they slipped out of him slickly with a squelch he just barely caught over the water. He clenched up with a whimper at that odd hit of agony at the empty sensation when the hand stroking him squeezed around him tightly.

A tight, hard squeeze sending a spark of heat up his back with a shout leaving him as his hands trembled on the wall before him. Thrusting forward in snapping thrusts with that eagerness when the blue-haired man's slick hand came to rest on his waist. Pulling at him when the hand wrapped around him pulled away in what felt like a damn tease. All this touching, touching, touching only for the blue-haired man to pull away left him frazzled. Desperate for another touch. Another caress of those slick hands.

His erection sprung up to tap against his stomach as it rested on it. Whimpering with a fidget when slick hands came up to his waist to spin him around again to which he felt that lazy sway to his head from the heat. Sizzling, burning, ripping through his veins to boil his blood. Raking under his skin insistently for that relief a that was dancing farther away from him. Smoldering him with each pant he took dragged the humid air down to his tight chest. A hand slid down to his thigh to curve backwards with a tug.

A silent request to which he happily lifted his leg up to curl around Oboro's waist as he pressed tight, tight, tight to his aching chest. Rasping pants fanning over his lips as he arched his hips forward with a hand curving beneath him to tug himself open with that hand sliding done to do so. He didn't want the teasing; he didn't want the playful nudges. He didn't want to prolong this a second more. Thankful didn't begin to cover the emotion twisting into him when his boyfriend seemed to share that silent sentiment.

Hips arching forward as the hand resting on the right side of his waist disappeared between them. Holding his erection, no doubt, when he felt the hand pulling at his cheek reaffirm its tug which he happily did the same. Spreading himself wide, wide, wide when he felt that slick nudge against him that lead to a rub. Slipping over him slickly, his racing pants hitched when the blue-haired man slid against him with that faint scratch of the condom rubbing against him. A scratch that his hole twitching at that sharp excitement.

Hissing in a breath when another was given that had Oboro groaning lowly at him when hips shifted. The head pressing insistently with a push that had him arching his hips down against him. Gasping in pants that flew out of him much too fast as he clung to his boyfriend's shoulder with his right hand. Nudging at him insistently when he arched down slightly when Oboro's hips pushed up when there was a give. Gasping in a sharp breath, he marveled at the stretch that had his toes curling tightly at the burst of heat.

His leg squeezing around Oboro's waist tightly with a pull that had him slipping into him faster, faster, faster. Squeezing around him tightly when a keening moan burst out of his boyfriend when the hand on his cheek squeezed at him hard. A dig of fingers into the skin that had him moaning out once that air flew out of his tight chest. Lifting his hand from his left cheek, he curled his arms around those broad shoulders to hug him closer. Cupping the back of his head to clutch at soaked blue locks fiercely.

The hand on his ass released its tight hold to slid up along his thigh with a shake to it identical to his own. Whimpering when his boyfriend bottomed out with a tight press of hips against him as shaking hands came to rest on his waist and thigh respectively. Holding onto him with nails biting into his skin when Oboro's head fell forward against his shoulder with an ecstatic, throaty moan snapping out of him. Shivering when hips ground tightly against him to which he happily moved his hips to match that grinding.

Clutching tightly around that twitching erection, he squirmed once again at that stretch. Oh, it had his muscles protesting the intrusion but fuck if it didn't leave him with that identical fullness he felt with their blonde boyfriend. Like he was finally having an itch scratched as he clung onto the blue-haired man. Squeezing his arms and leg around him when the hands on him squeezed fiercely at him with a shudder running over Oboro when he clenched up around him. God, he felt good. So good, so good, so good.

He couldn't help but feel somewhat giddy over the fact both of his partners were so big. That they could fill him up like nothing else could and he was damn lucky. That he had not one but two boyfriends so well-endowed it had him euphoric to have this. Absolutely blissful as he ground his hips eagerly against the blue-haired man's moving ones when he got another moan into his shoulder. Everything, physically and figuratively, was so damn hot it felt hard to breathe. To gasp in knowing it was only feeding that fire under his skin.

The smoldering pleasure pooled into his stomach as he clung onto Oboro as hips ground viciously against him. Pinning him back to the wall tightly as thumbs moved to roll circles into him when he pressed his lips to that wet shoulder. Again. Again, again, again, he left a flurry of kisses over his blue-haired boyfriend's shoulders when he wriggled his hips in between his grinding. That ache was nowhere near overwhelming as it would have been but it had him groaning when he shifted his hips slightly.

A forwards and backwards wriggle that had a moan vibrating over his shoulder when he moved his hips again. Pulling back in his limited space before swinging them forward in a cautious, shallow thrust that had him moaning out when hands tightened their holds on him. Digging into their holds sending an ache over his skin. He wanted to be held tightly. To have those hands squeezing, gripping, at him with such strength he left bruises behind. Red marks outlining his fingers. He wanted to be held so tightly it hurt.

He wanted, wanted, wanted so badly everything he could think of and they weren't done with their first round. Rocking his hips forward and back again in a shallow thrust had that erection twitching. Clenching around Oboro earned himself a spark of heat up his back that had him pulling his hips back before flying forward against the blue-haired man who clung onto him. Holding still. Hizashi had told him about this very situation; that their boyfriend would hold still until he knew what to do. What he wanted from him.

Taking a shuddering gasp of that humid air, he pulled his hips back only to come forward in a snap that had the blue-haired man wobbling on his feet with a keening moan leaving him. Whimpering at the blunt burn of nails digging into him, he settled into an easy rhythm. Shallow thrusts with that faint squelch of the condom and lube rubbing together sent a shiver up his back. Had him hotter than anything as he marveled at the faint scratch of the condom against his inner walls that was all too familiar to him.

The rub of Oboro's erection against his inner walls that got him clenching tightly around him with that pleasure pooling into him. Threatened to make him drool as he pressed kisses to that bronze shoulder with soaked blue locks wrapped around his fingers. He slid his free hand down towards his upper back to drag his nails over a shoulder blade had his nails raking over his thigh. Sparks raced up his back tearing a whimper out of him as he snapped his hips forward with that budding confidence clawing up.

He lightly dragged his teeth over the juncture between his neck and shoulder had the blue-haired man shuddering against him. Shaking pants fanning over his shoulder hitched on a tremble when he snapped his hips forward causing the man to wobble again. Squirming when he felt hips twitching slightly as he worked himself up in that tight back and forth of his hips. Shallow thrusts that had his back arching from the cool wall behind him with a moan when that hand clawing at his thigh swept up it in a caress.

Holding onto him, the heat radiating off of his boyfriend felt nice under his arms. Feverish but God if he didn't feel that simplistic pleasure being itched. To have the slick slide of that bronze skin against his own. Blue locks wrapped around his fingers with his arms curved around those broad shoulders. The feel of Oboro tucked away in his arms, pinned tightly to his heaving chest, with hips pressing flush to his? God, it was everything. He could stay in this humid shower for the rest of his life with his spinning head.

Stay right here if it meant he could hold onto his blue-haired boyfriend like this. To feel him buried to the hilt inside of him with that drool worthy stretch. To feel so full it was almost overwhelming. He'd had his fair share of well-endowed lovers in his life, but nothing would feel better than Hizashi and Oboro. No one could live up to the expectations they had instilled in him. It felt so horribly cliché following it but his hands, his toys, didn't feel anywhere near as satisfying after his first time with Hizashi.

This was merely the last nail in the coffin. He knew he was ruined. Completely and utterly ruined for any other stimulation as he rocked his hips back and forth. The slick squelches ringing out just barely making it to his ears over the water pounding at the walls. Heat raced up his back as hands held onto him tightly with moans muffling themselves into his shoulder with each forward snap of his hips against his pelvis. When he had this man teetering on his feet before pulling back. It was a delight unlike anything else.

He never thought shower sex to be something he'd humor. He'd had his sessions of masturbation during one but never sex given he never liked inviting others to his apartment for a night. Never lingered long enough to have a second round with anyone else but this? To have the water hitting the back of his head slightly from the angle he had it at? Slipping over the back of his hand as it pelted at the back of Oboro's head soaking him through? Streaking down his back? His wet, slick boyfriend in his arms?

Sliding against his own damp skin? It was exciting. God he'd be a damn liar if he didn't believe he wouldn't get excited at the thought of sharing a shower with his boyfriends. There was a struggle with that humid air, but he felt electrified. Lit aflame with a smoldering heat that raked and twisted under his skin for insistence to be fed. To be satisfied. Boiling his blood through his veins as his erection twitched against his stomach with each forward snap of his hips. Drops of pre-come dripping onto his stomach shamelessly.

Creating a slick space between their stomachs as he held onto Oboro. The tight press of the shower wall behind him acting as his support, he giddily snapped his hips back and forth. Moaning out encouragingly when he felt hips twitching in a shallow thrust when he flew forward. The delight in his moans bouncing off of the shower wall had that embarrassment pricking at him but he could hardly pay notice. Hardly think to connect it to himself when the rub of that twitching erection against his inner walls chased it away.

The faint scratch of the rubber that had his lashes fluttering on his cheeks. The feverish heat he could feel rolling off of Oboro as he clung onto him desperately with those light, teetering wobbles. His legs shook lightly when he squeezed his left leg tightly around that slim waist. Panting in rasping hitches as he worked himself into that frantic, snapping speed when he began to inch his hips back further with each swing back. Bold. Confident in the thrusts as he flew forward eagerly to chase after another spark of heat.

Another wave of pleasure that had him whimpering as he clawed at the blue-haired man's shoulder earning him the sharp sting of teeth nipping at his shoulder. The hitch to those racing pants fanning over his shoulder when Oboro pulled his hips back to snap forward meeting a thrust perfectly. Oh, it had him moaning out with such volume he could feel the pull on his vocal cords. Was he as loud as Hizashi? Would he be heard through the door? The walls? It sent a shiver up his back when that moan wavered off into a cry.

Ringing with that encouragement when his boyfriend pulled back again to snap forward meeting another thrust. The sharp slap of wet skin hitting against his own had him squirming at that spark of delight. Heaving in hitching pants when Oboro pulled back in unison only to snap forward in a sharp thrust against him. The light thud of his back arching then hitting back against the wall had him writhing against it with a whimper. The blue-haired man gave a few clumsy thrusts before falling into rhythm beautifully.

Perfectly. Copying his shallow, snapping thrusts much to his delight as he admired the flex and movement of those hips rolling forward again, again, again to hit against him with those impacts to get him groaning. He giddily began to slide his hips back further with the silent intention to lengthen their thrusts slightly. A subtly that his husband picked up on with a moan flying out of the man when he dug his nails into feverish skin to hold onto him. Loving that deep, snarling groan into his shoulder when he did so.

Swinging his hips back with an overly confident movement that had his ass hitting the against the wall with a deafening thud before he flew forward sharply. Moaning in unison with Oboro, the hand on his waist moved to slide down towards his right thigh where he grabbed at him. He shuddered with a hitching breath before he tensed himself before allowing his leg to be lifted up. Pinned tightly to the wall to keep from falling, from slipping, had a keening moan flying out of him at that crushing press to his aching chest.

The tight press of hips against him that had his boyfriend sinking into him deep, deep, deep. Gasping at that spark of delight from the pleasure it sent pooling into his stomach. Fussing with the adjustment of his legs around that slim waist, he squeezed them tightly around Oboro when hips pulled back only to snap up against him. Squirming in his tight press to the wall with that spark of heat racing up his back, he raked his nails over bronze shoulders earning himself a snapping, guttural groan from his boyfriend.

Wiggling his hips in that pinned position got him absolutely nowhere and he loves it. Loves that slick press of the clammy shower wall behind him. The wet slap of their skin meeting from the water. The squelch accompanying those thrusts barely audible under the hot water. The blazing, lustful hunger in those dilated blue eyes that had him ripping with a heat like no other had his stomach flipping. Like he was the only damn thing in the universe. Precious. Just as desirable as Hizashi. Just as beautiful.

Hands clutched at his thighs in a hard, tight squeeze as hips snapped up against him with that pull back, they'd been using mere seconds ago to get him squirming. Digging his nails into the red lines left behind on that bronze skin had Oboro groaning with brows squeezing together with a light twitch of those blue brows. There was a light, faint swell to his lips as his mouth hung open with those racing, uneven pants. Dark lashes trembled in the effort of staying open as they hung in that half-lidded position.

A sleepy, bedroom look that acted as a shot of heat. Had his own racing pants hitching as that pleasure pooled into his stomach like lava. Hot. A stark contrast to the heat raking under his skin with that sharp twist of arousal. The lust eating him alive with each snapping thrust of his boyfriend's hips. The lengthening pulls back that allowed his hips to squirm when Oboro flew forward causing his lower half to thud lightly to the wall. Ohh, it was a pleasure like none other. He couldn't get enough of these men.

It was burning him up the way he had that afternoon laid out beneath their blonde boyfriend. He couldn't want or need anyone more than he needed them. Than he needed Oboro in this moment. He couldn't tell if the liquid beading on his hairline was water or sweat but God if it didn't get him writhing. Twisting with gasps as hips struck at him with an increasing strength that had skin slapping together deafeningly as he dug the heels of his feet lightly into his lower back. Jerking Oboro forward the second he pulled back.

God, the rub of that erection as it slid into him had his moans and whimpers flying out of him. Bouncing off the walls along with the quiet grunts and snapping groans leaving the blue-haired man. He didn't want it to end. He didn't want to think of an ending when he was drowning, drowning, drowning in the heat. Thriving under the pooling pleasure. And then Oboro was pulling away from the wall with a sloshing of water over the floor of the shower when he was dragged under the spray of the shower head.

The sudden movement caused him to wobble in his hold when hands slid from his thighs to curve back. Grabbing at his ass in a hard, tight grip that had him gasping at the pull back of those hips that snapped up causing him to bounce lightly in his arms. The hands on his ass yanking him down then to slam him against Oboro's pelvis tearing a cry out of him as he clawed at the blue-haired man's back. Squirming in his arms, a guttural groan left his boyfriend when he dragged his nails up to his shoulders.

Clinging onto him as he allowed himself to be bounced in his grasp when he jerked his hips to move with the lift and pull of those hands on him. The snapping thrusts up into him as the water soaked his hair through again. Running down his back, he arched when that heat soaked into his feverish skin with the crisp cracks of their skin meeting again, again, again. And God, he loves it. Loves, loves, loves it. The strength in those thrusts up against him and the grip of those hands on him as they bounced him idly.

Fuck him, he simply couldn't jerk his hips down fast enough. Gasping in his pants as that humid air seemed intent on choking his burning lungs. Making his chest tight as he clutched at those broad shoulders admiring the blush smothering itself over Oboro's cheeks. The way it spread down to his collar bone where that piercing down further in his nipple winked up at him. Wet, trembling lashes sticking together as they struggled to stay open with thin streams of water running down that flushed face.

The stark contrast of those blue locks sticking to bronze skin when his boyfriend shouted when he clenched tightly around that twitching erection. Shuddering with an arch of his back at that thickness of his erection when he slid down. The rub that had him throwing his head back with a keening moan ripping its way out of him only to crest into a whimper when hands clutched harder at him. Yanking him down faster, faster, faster as he tried to raise himself up higher with his shaking grip on wet shoulders.

"Do-Do you have any idea ho-how beautiful you are, swe-sweetheart? An-Any clue how your dri-driving me crazy? Up the fu-fuckin' wall?" He couldn't help a whimper at that breathless, husky voice when hands squeezed at him again to which he arched his hips forward to thrust himself shamelessly against Oboro's stomach with a moan flying out of the man. "Go-God, Shouta! So fu-fuckin' perfect! You fe-feel so fucking goood! Ah! Ah! I cou-could fuck you all night! Pin you down and ma-mmmake up for lost time!"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Go-God, yes, please! Ah! Oh! I-I want you to fuck me all night! Wa-Want you to fuck me up 'gainst the walls! Ov-Over the bed! The desk! In the li-living room! Kitchen! I want you to fuck me all over this ho-house! I- Mmmm! Nghnn! I wa-want you to touch me! Wa-Wanna make you feel goood! Hnnn fuck! Fu-Fuck, you feel so gooood in me! So good! I lo-love havin' you in me! Stretching me out an-and filling me up so good! Nothing better! No-Nothing can compare to you an-and Zashi!"

"No-Nothing, huh? You lo-love havin' our cocks that much, do you? Li-Like being fucked by us so much no-nothin' else feels good? Mmm! God, yes! Stra-Strangle my fuckin' cock, swe-sweetheart! Ah! Nnnghn! I-I thought Zashi was fu-fucking joking 'bout how hot you are! H-How fucking tight you are! Al-All for us, huh? Ou-Our baby boy to lo-love on? To fu-fuck whenever we want? Haah, ohhh, fuck! I lo-love you so much, Shouta! So much! Wa-Wanted you so bad for we-weeks! Ahhhnn fu-fffuck, yes, Shouta!"

A shiver raced down his back at that slurred shout leaving the blue-haired man as he threw his head back. Hands slamming him down to his pelvis harder, harder, harder tearing an answering wail from himself when he clawed at slick shoulders when his hands slipped off. "Yesss! Haah, haah! I lo-love you so fuckin' much, O-Oboro! I-I want you both so bad! Do-Don't care where or who! Ah, ah! Nnnn! Fu-Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, 'boro! Ha-Harder! Fa-Fffaster! Find it, pl-please! Ah-Ahnn like that! Fu-Fuck me like that!"

Oh, the moan it earned him from his blue-haired boyfriend sent shivers down his back as he clenched around him tightly. Shuddering at the twitches of that erection within him, the light throbbing of it, when hands squeezed roughly at his ass before slamming his hips up. Hitting against him with a wet slap of skin hitting to his own. Yanking him down harder, harder, harder against his pelvis sending shivers up his back as he squirmed. Moaning wildly in that keening pitch at Oboro as he tightened his legs around him.

The heat of the water rushing over his back was forgotten. Soaking his hair to his neck and shoulders forgotten. All that mattered in that moment was Oboro. The heat twisting impatiently under his skin with raking claws that had him gasping for air. Panting as he was bounced with the help of his boyfriend's hands when he couldn't move himself properly. The water added a wet slide to it leaving him flushed with that heat burning uncomfortably in his cheeks. So much heat had his head swimming faintly as it spun.

Everything was boiling him up. Leaving him frantic for another slam of those hips up against him with the barely audible squelching of the lube and condom ringing out. Squeezing his legs around the blue-haired man's slim waist, he tried to hold onto those slick shoulders, yet his hands kept slipping. Unable to find and maintain a hold on them, to which he chose to curl his arms around them instead. Pressing his heaving chest to Oboro's with arms curled tightly around his shoulders, he felt ready to fly out of his body.

Weightless. Spinning. So fucking hot he was. It was everything he could have ever dreamed of and more. He'd read enough romance novels in his past, shittily written ones, that always described a steamy scene as this. Being pushed up against a wall had always gotten him excited yet the idea of it in such a risky place? It had never been the ideal image those novels had painted. Even Nemuri and Hizashi trying to fawn over them did little for him to see the reason for shower sex. But heaved up in Oboro's arms?

Pinned against the wall as he fucked himself on his erection? The water making everything wet and slick with the impossible chance of finding a hold on his boyfriend? Ohhh, it had his stomach coiling with that pleasure pooling into it in aftershocks to the heat ripping up his back to fan under his skin. Simmering through his veins. So hot, hot, hot he couldn't breathe without fanning the flames of it. And he'd meant what he'd said. God, he wanted this man to fuck him all night if they could get away with it.

He couldn't think of having his fill in one night but there would be limits as there were with everything. There were only so many times he could expect one man's drive to be stretched out to accommodate that insatiability sizzling into him. They weren't finished yet and he already wanted more. Needed him again, again, again so desperately. Straightening his head up, Oboro's gaze caught onto his with a hunger burning in them leaving him shaking. Heaving in his pants at the sight of that lust. The desire.

Like he was something the blue-haired man wanted to devour whole. Wanted to leave no trace behind. Like he was the only existing thing in the universe to him as hips slammed up against him. It was a look he'd seen countless times on Hizashi yet this look on Oboro struck that similar chord in him. Had him flying forward as he lifted his hands up to clutch at soaked blue locks. Twisting the wet strands around his fingers, Oboro leaned in to meet him halfway with lips crushing themselves onto with a hard impact.

One that his lips throbbing as teeth ached but God he could ignore it as Oboro's slid against his. A sharp smack ringing out with that first kiss as ragged pants fanned over his hot cheek as he was slammed down harder, harder, harder to his boyfriend's pelvis. Faster, faster, faster. It sent a spark up his back with each wet slap of their skin hitting together. The squelches hidden under the louder sounds around them. The light burn as nails dug into his skin with that fierce hold that had the areas they held aching.

The blue-haired man's erection rubbed against his inner walls with each thrust was so damn good it had his feet squirming. His thighs tensing with those moans dripping out of him shamelessly. One after another that pulled at his throat leaving it to ache mildly with those answering grunts and moans leaving the blue-haired man. The sheer strength being displayed as he was bounced up and down without the man so much as complaining about had his heart pounding against his chest as hips slammed up.

Using such strength it had him squeezing his arms around him. Moving his lips against those off-balanced ones delightedly, a moan burst out of his boyfriend when he clenched around that twitching erection. Clenching tight, tight, tight until he could feel that light throbbing to it with the scratching rub of the condom. Until he swore he could feel the light nudge of that Prince Albert piercing nudging at him through the condom. It had him moaning encouragingly at the blue-haired man when he slammed up.

Trying to keep in time with a swing downwards of his hips. Oh, oh, it had him shouting at the heat sizzling up his back as he parted his lips against Oboro's only to feel that mouth opening up beneath his own. No licking. No teasing flicks of their tongues at lips. It had him panting raggedly through his nose as Oboro bounced him up and down fast, fast, fast. Coming down hard, hard, hard against his pelvis as hips struck at him with a surprising strength that had him moaning delightedly with a squirm.

Hard thrusts that knocked the air out of his lungs the second he dragged them down to his aching chest. So hot, so hot, so hot. He couldn't keep burning like this. Not with the outside heat of the water pounding down his back and the feverish heat of his boyfriend against him adding to it. He was drowning under that pleasure. That heat eating him up leaving not a bit of him behind by the time they'd be done. They were close to that finishing line, he knew it, and yet he wanted more from his boyfriend.

Everything he could get from him to make up for the weeks of that awkward, sexual tension. To make up for giving himself up without a second thought to their blonde boyfriend and not him. Why had he been so afraid? What had stopped him? He had not a clue but God if it didn't get him burning. If it didn't have him moaning as he touched his tongue to Oboro's eagerly. Scraping his tongue against the edge of teeth in the overly eager move to meet his. There wasn't a sound of complaint from his boyfriend,

Not one as hands tightened on him to slam him down again, again, again in time with those thrusts of his. Sliding his tongue against Oboro's in a rub earned him a groan from the blue-haired man. The feeling of that tongue massaging itself to his own with a rub that had shivers racing down his back when he eagerly rubbed back. Sliding. He would never understand those kisses in books, movies, and stories he read online about a "dominating" French kiss. He'd been in a few kisses like that with old partners of his.

Hookups. And he could say proudly that he always hated it. Why assert dominance in something supposed to be good? Something that served as a way to get him in the mood? A prelude to the touches? He never saw the arousal when his tongue was forced down with someone aggressively licking at him. Never felt hot in the slightest when he was choking on someone's tongue. There was no desire, no passion, he had held after kisses like that when they did nothing but ruin his libido. No, he loves kisses like these.

When he got to move his tongue to twist, rub, and flick with Oboro's who responded in kind to his actions. The hard press of those lips against his own as pants fanned over his cheek, he could die happily right now. He could see how damn foolish he'd been holding back for the fear of doing something wrong. When it was clear that Oboro had meant it when he saw he wanted him. How could he deny it now? Everyone had a choice. Oboro didn't have to do this. He didn't have to do this with him. The could ignore it.

And yet it was impossible to deny that attraction a second more when it was invading his dreams. When he was openly fantasizing about it. When he was thinking about this very thing so much, he felt ready to rip his own hair out. The thought that Oboro was thinking about it enough to be on the same page only added gasoline to that fire under his skin. Searing him alive. Huffing through his nose, he tightened his holds on the soaked locks in his grasp earning himself a keening moan from his boyfriend.

Hips struck up against him in a frenzy. Pounding thrusts that had him moaning encouragingly with a squeeze of his arms around those broad shoulders. Clawing at his scalp as he squirmed in his hold, he twisted to press his chest tightly to Oboro's as he slammed himself down successfully to meet a pounding thrust tearing a groan from the man. Tongue twisting together with his, a playful flick was given that he happily returned in kind. Twisting his tongue with the blue-haired man's was a delight he could lose hours in.

Reply in kind too without a second thought. He loves sharing kisses with his boyfriends whether it was soft kisses or casual French Kisses. These heated ones he'd been sharing with Hizashi that he could now share with Oboro. Squeezing at the wet hair in his grasp, his breaths hitched through his nose before rasping out of him. The pleasure was choking him in a stranglehold that left him so hot, hot, hot he was sure he'd go insane any moment. Be left with this insatiable hunger clawing, ripping, and shrieking to be satisfied.

Fifteen years of longing, lusting, desiring, and loving from afar left him absolutely insatiable. Hungry for whatever they were willing to give him when they wanted. He couldn't get enough of them both. Whimpering as he undulates his tongue to rub against Oboro's once more, the blue-haired man groaned in that choked pitch. Then Oboro was shifting his stance before he was stumbling over his feet with a slosh of the water along the bottom of the shower. Tensing against the thought of a fall, he held onto his boyfriend tightly.

Bracing himself when the man caught his footing with a splash before hips resumed their pouncing thrusts into him. Closer towards the shower wall once again, he shuddered in relief at the heat being left behind when he noted the chill. The light graze of the shower wall coming in time with those bounces his boyfriend moved in him. Lightly brushing against it had him writhing with a moan as that tongue twisted with his. A knot formed low in his stomach with an intensity that had him clenching around the blue-haired man tightly.

Had his thighs squirming against his waist as he dug the heels of his feet into his lower back. Loving the grunt leaving Oboro that melted into one of those rasping groans as hips pounded up against him. Nudging him lightly when hands yanked him down in slams to his pelvis that left him feeling more than a doll. Nothing more than a toy for Oboro to kiss, touch, and hold onto as he thrusted into him. No better than a fleshlight and it had heat racing through his veins with its sizzling grasp. Tearing him apart.

Ohhhh, it had that knot twisting tighter, tighter, tighter with each pounding thrust of his boyfriend's. The wet slap of their skin. The ragged pants being taken that fanned over his cheek identical to his own hitching ones. Racing. The quiet, back of throat sounds that never quite made their way out of him like the moans and groans. Whines and whimpers. Half formed sounds that echoed the ones leaving Oboro. Not quite whimpering but that airy sound leaving him had him squirming eagerly as he jerked his hips down.

Trying his best to keep up with the blue-haired man. God, he was going to be absolutely ruined if he ever broke up with Oboro and Hizashi. He couldn't imagine sex feeling any better than this. There would be good but there would never be the best like this was. There would be no comparing. No one on this level could get him this hot. This worked up. Yanking at those wet locks sharply earned him a deafening, keening moan from his boyfriend that shot right through him with a bolt of heat up his back.

Sinking into him that added another twist to that clawing orgasm making its way to the surface. Another twist to the spark in his stomach. He felt Oboro yanking his hips back further, further, further for that long thrust that had him moaning as he twisted his tongue with his. Rubbing eagerly with Oboro's flicking at his before sliding against his with an ache spreading over his lips from that hard press. There was a squirm to his boyfriend's hips before he slammed back into him sending a ripping wave of heat up his back.

It had him throwing his head back where it hit awkwardly on the shower wall with a thud, but he ignored it. Ignored, ignored, ignored as he wailed shrilly at the heat raking up his back in waves with each pounding thrust of Oboro's hips. He clawed then yanked at those blue locks tearing a choked shout from his boyfriend as hips jumped in a frantic, frenzied speed with that pounding strength get him writhing as his erection twitched against his stomach. Aching with that silent desire to be touched again.

A single stroke. Throbbing with that oncoming orgasm twisting into his lower stomach causing those drops of pre-come to well quickly along the slit leaving the area slick. He couldn't think to touch himself, to wail for Oboro to touch him, when he was clutching at the blue-haired man as an anchor. Each rasping gasp acting as another piece of kindling onto the raging heat under his skin. Eating him away. The heat was ripping up his back in waves to get his legs shaking as he gasped for air to soothe the aching in his chest.

It felt impossible. To ground himself for a second when he was shouting but what was he saying? What could he be wailing in such a slurred voice? The chant of this man's name running through his mind again and again as his world shrank down? He couldn't think. Couldn't focus on anything but Oboro, Oboro, Oboro. The pounding hits of hips striking at him ruthlessly as they pounded his air out of him. Choking him. Drowning him under the pleasure pooling with such intensity it had him writhing eagerly.

Holding onto his boyfriend as his only anchor to the moment. The steam that gave the room, the shower around them, a foggy mess. Dreamlike in its quality. So close, so close, so close. It had his thighs tensing with their shake as hands shook in their hard hold on his ass. The silent reminder telling him that while it could be the strain of holding him up that it was also that nervousness. The shake he'd felt earlier against his lower back. When they'd begun touching at the start of this. Nerves and anxiety didn't just go away.

They didn't disappear before or after, even during, sex just because it all felt so good. It made him resolute to make them both comfortable. To feel natural, comfortable, to one another as it did with Hizashi. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't survive under this heat blistering under his skin a second longer. He couldn't, not when his boyfriend's pounding thrusts had heat raking up his back in unbearably amazing waves that had his legs shaking. His knees shifting to point up as he crossed his ankles against his lower back.

Squeezing his thighs to the blue-haired man's waist when he felt those long, long thrusts being broken up by a sudden new rhythm that had him moaning. Shallow, shallow, deep. Snapping, snapping, then a pounding hit of those hips that had him gasping when he dove forward to crush his lips to the blue-haired man's once more. Tongues moving without a hint of that hesitance as Oboro's twisted with his in a sliding rub. Massaging his to the Oboro's when that orgasm ripped up, up, up in his stomach as thighs tensed.

Exhausted muscles from his patrol shook as they tensed up on him with a tingle racing up his back. His stomach flexing as his erection throbbed frantically against it when he bucked his hips with a strangled moan leaving him. Everything was so hot. So wet. And the strike of those pounding hips at him had him writhing with an arch to his back as he tensed. Gasping as his lashes fluttered on his uncomfortably hot cheeks when his brows squeezed together tightly with the ache in those muscles. Twitching together.

A little more, little more, little more. He just needed-! He bucked against the blue-haired man with a shout into the kiss as he tensed against him. Arching, twisting, squirming at the bursting wave of heat as the blue-haired man hit at his prostate sent him right over the edge he was teetering on. Rushing. Choking. Drowning. Tingles raced up his shaking thighs with that white-hot heat bursting through him as his eyes rolled back on him. The kiss was broken with a howl leaving Oboro with a slur of his name leaving his boyfriend.

Howled, wailed, shouted. A praise, a curse, a plea. Chanting his name over, over, over as he clenched around that throbbing erection tightly but he couldn't focus on it. He couldn't think around the angry throbs of his erection against his stomach with those hot spurts landing on his skin. Shaking. Stiff in his boyfriend's arms as he was pressed to the cool, clammy shower wall. He could feel hips rutting against him once, twice before the blue-haired man was stilling. Stiffening up against him as he shook with a gasp.

Hands sliding from their hold on his ass to wrap arms around his waist when he let his head fall forward to press in Oboro's shoulder. Clinging onto him with those frantic throbs of his erection bordering on a pulse. The agony of that orgasm twisting over him felt so fucking good. Too good. He clenched desperately around the throbbing erection within him as he shook through the waves tearing him apart. Choking him up with each throbbing pulse his erection gave against his stomach. The hot spurts landing on his stomach.

God, how long had it been since he came this hard untouched? Since he'd been rocked to his core with an orgasm so intense without using hands? He couldn't remember. Not properly. Not now when that white-hot heat was washing it all away. Leaving him gasping, shaking, unbearable hot. Burying his face into Oboro's shoulder as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. To breath around it as his lashes fluttered on his hot cheeks as his hips thrusted weakly to aid the weaker spurts leaving him with an equally weak rock.

Huffing through his nose as he pressed his lips to that slick shoulder as he dropped his hands from wet locks to curl tightly around his boyfriend. Holding onto him with shaking arms and legs. Too good, too good, too good. He couldn't stay in this agonizing white-hot heat. Couldn't live a second more. It was overwhelming to the point of true agony as he whimpered into Oboro's shoulder. Squirming when it was finally rushing out of him leaving him to gasp in shakily at the absence of that orgasm.

Heaving, shaking pants that had him slumping into the wall he was held against when he felt the frantic throbbing of Oboro's erection slowing. Hips grinding weakly against him much like his own little thrusts when the blue-haired man was slumping forward against him. A wheezing rush fanning over his wet skin with arms squeezing around his waist desperately. As if he would disappear. Vanish in the blink of an eye in their orgasmic aftermath. He tightened his arms around his boyfriend with another kiss to his shoulder.

And they were sinking down, down, down the slick wall until they were on the floor of the shower. Water striking at his legs, pooling beneath him as the drain gurgled at his presence obstructing the water from draining into it. He clung onto Oboro with rasping, uneven pants leaving both of them. The erection buried within him twitching within him as it began to soften. Much like his own twitching erection against his stomach but God if that untouched orgasm didn't leave him hungry at the thought of another.

To have Oboro stroke it out of him with that tight grasp of his he'd used earlier. But it could come later. He couldn't stop himself from snickering breathlessly into his boyfriend's shoulder at the unironic pun he'd made when he caught a snicker leaving the blue-haired man. Arms tightened around his waist when he nuzzled his face into Oboro's shoulder with a husky croon. Loving the low hum he got back as he tried to chase away the prick to his eyes as he squeezed Oboro to his heaving chest. There was no need.

None, none, none. He didn't want to become a sobbing mess each time he slept with his boyfriends but it felt so good. Tugged at his heartstrings just right as he held his boyfriend as they shook together with residual twitches. He felt Oboro turning his head then when a kiss was pressed o his throat. A flurry of kisses along the side of his neck, his throat, before targeting up beneath his jaw in pecking kisses that had him squirming. The water sloshing beneath them when Oboro's hips fidgeted with a whine.

No doubt overstimulated by the effect of his body as he snickered breathlessly into his shoulder. His laughter choked off when Oboro pulled his hips back with his flaccid dick sliding out of him in a slick slide. Arms slid from around his waist with shaking hands coming down to tug the condom off. He knew it was silly to include a condom, especially in the shower, but he wasn't as big a fan of barebacking as Hizashi was. If the blonde spoke truthfully, he didn't mind it when Oboro came inside unprotected.

He, on the other hand, had never liked the feeling of someone coming in him. The cleanup was never worth it, but it didn't mean that he didn't humor it once in a while. Especially since entering a relationship with Oboro and Hizashi because in the heat of the moment? Oh, it got him off like nothing else at the thought of those degrading acts. Of both men coming in him again, again, again when Hizashi was snarling those growled questions down at him. That burning gaze aimed on him had never gotten him hotter.

And yet he hadn't breathed a word of it to his blue-haired boyfriend about using the condom when he'd taken off. Had their boyfriend given his own preferences to the blue-haired man? It wouldn't have surprised him if Hizashi had been subtly tugging strings to get them to give in with the idea. To stop toeing the line. The shower door cracked open then allowing the steam that had built up in the area to rush out with cooler air rushing in as the used condom was thrown into the little trash can tucked beside the toilet.

The change in position had water dripping off of Oboro onto him. He didn't mind it one bit for the blue-haired man turned towards him with the door swinging shut gently. His hands shook as they hesitated when they reached towards his waist. Uncertain. He happily pushed himself off of the shower wall once more to lean forward with his own shaking hands reaching out. Curling around those broad shoulders as he joined him under the showerhead where he couldn't help a shudder at that hot water pounding at him.

At the heat soaking into him now that he'd begun to feel that chill. Melting in Oboro's arms, he swore he saw a glistening sheen to those blue eyes that he'd recognized in Hizashi before. He leaned in peppering that red cheek in kisses as he did his best to swallow that knot of emotion forming in his throat down. Soft kisses that were returned to him in a flurry when he trailed his lips down that red cheek with lips following after him. Crooned praises vibrating into his hot cheek had him melting into his chest.

In his arms as they slid around his waist to hold him in his lap under the water. Tightening his own arms around the blue-haired man, he happily welcomed the touch of those soft lips onto his as hands slid along his slick back. Five minutes. He'd give himself five minutes to break away and demand they take a proper shower together. Five more minutes wrapped up in Oboro's arms as those lips slid against his with a tenderness so sweet it had his eyes pricking again. Five minutes to soak up that loving adoration.

The afterglow of that orgasmic bliss as he happily poured that adoration, that tenderness and love back at his boyfriend as light smacks rang out with those kisses. Five more minutes was all he needed with his boyfriend. All the time in the world to wrangle those overwhelming emotions down. All he wanted. And tonight, he'd have all the time in the world to prove to Oboro that desire went both ways. To sink into that heat with his blue-haired boyfriend as many times as they could handle tonight alone.

He wanted to make up for the weeks toeing the line with that hesitancy. He'd spend all night proving to this man that he wanted him just as fervently as he wanted Hizashi. He'd fuck him as many times as it took. He'd let this man make love to him as many times as he wanted until he was a sobbing mess like with Hizashi. And as those lips slid against his with that loving tenderness, he knew that feeling was shared. On the same page as one another without saying a damn word. And he absolutely loves it.