From Me To You

by CrypticBeans

Toshinori likes to believe he's seen it all. That he's seen all there could be. And yet nothing prepared him for the day he was invited over to none other than Hizashi and Shouta's home where his life is flipped upside down.

6. You, Me, and The Third Perspective

Toshinori wasn't sure who was more euphoric in their little trio; himself, Shouta or Hizashi. There was a euphoria, a joy, that was shared amongst the three of them that came effortlessly. Easily. There was an open understanding that he and Shouta had made love. An open understanding he'd made love with Hizashi. And rather than it causing fights or jealousy, it merely brought them closer together. And before he knew it, five months had come and gone for the three of them.

Five long, glorious months filled with so much change that he didn't know what to do with himself. Five glorious months of joy, happiness, and delight. A happiness that shimmered right down to his bones and burst out of him whether he wanted it too or not. He was so happy that it was hard to believe how lonely, how destitute, he'd been before he had begun dating the two men that had been the object of his affection for years.

Never in a million years did he imagine that it was going to be this way. He figured he'd pine after these two men until the day he died. He was sure that he would pine after them for years more without breathing a word. He'd be forever grateful that the married couple had taken mercy on him and decided to invite him over for dinner that fateful night. That they felt the same way that he did, by some miracle. In the days following his lovemaking with Shouta, he was on Cloud Nine.

He was absolutely the most delighted, giddy, and happy he'd been in- God, he couldn't remember the last time he was this happy. This euphoric. There was a smile on his lips that was absolutely unshakable. It was far too easy to find himself smiling effortlessly with passing students and coworkers. There was a heat to his cheeks, a vitality to his chest, and he felt alive. He couldn't describe how much joy making love with his boyfriends had infected him.

How it seemed to radiate from one person to the next. Shouta, it seemed, was absolutely handier than he normally was but he found himself adoring it. He loves when his boyfriend's hands were skating along his sides and back. When lips were feathering over his lips and crawling up to the corner of his mouth where he was kissed tenderly. When Shouta was playing with his hair, his legs laid across his lap with that dark eye glimmering at him.

When that soft, amused smile curled over his full lips adoringly. When those black lashes fluttered at him. Spots of color popping on stubble covered cheeks and those adoring smiles curling widely over his lips. The joy that shimmered in his gaze when he tugged the black-haired man impossibly closer. Wanting to drag him under his skin as they twisted closer, closer, closer together. Coffees often forgotten on the coffee table as they twisted together.

Doing so until Shouta inevitably either crawling into his lap or dragging him into his. Twisted up together when Hizashi would come breezing in and insist on that gentle adoration. And there was nothing he was happier to do than to all but drag the blonde onto his lap after his shower when he smelled like citrus. When Hizashi's hands were in his hair and lips were feathering over his jaw and cheek with adoring, pecking kisses. When those green eyes were shimmering sweetly at him.

Those adorable, warm, gentle smiles that curled on his lips that were nothing like those loud, bright, put on smiles he had for the public's eye. When the blonde was staring at him like he was the one of the only men in the world he adored. When he got to slide his hands along his sides and back. Twisting into those long, silky blonde locks that he adored burying his hands into. There was nothing but a joy in having his boyfriends close to him.

When he spent the night and he had both heads resting on his chest. When he got to run his fingers through those silky blonde locks adoringly and the soft, dry black curls of hair that tried to catch his fingers. The scent of vanilla and citrus that would invade his nose as he dozed off was nothing short of the best. When he got to hold both men close to him without hurting his side was a miracle unlike anything else.

Of course, this happiness did not go unnoticed by their therapist who had commented on it. When revealing that he and Hizashi, then he and Shouta, had made love their therapist had jumped on their physical relationship. Giving them exercises to do and they happily accepted them without thinking twice. Without batting a lash. And so, he began to show his affection more openly with his boyfriends the best that he could.

Cuddling with them on the couch, lying in bed together, or curled up on the back porch if the weather permitted it. There were the nights when Hizashi had him by the waist with a hand in his as they slow danced in the kitchen in the soft lighting. Or when Shouta would interject and he'd be swept up off of his feet by the shorter man but he adored it. They were always so careful, so gentle, with him that he found himself greedy for another shot of that affection. Of that adoration.

There's nothing he adored than being smooshed close and held tightly by the two men that he adored more than anything in the world. He didn't think his heart could be capable of loving two men as much as he loved Shouta and Hizashi. He didn't think his heart was big enough to hold that type of love for not one but two men like this. But he did. He did and he was a damn fool for them. As they closed in on five months, Hizashi had begun talking about taking time off of work.

Doing so to take them out for their sixth month anniversary. Something that they could celebrate even if he didn't see the reason about it. Even Shouta seemed strangely insistent that they celebrate their sixth month anniversary together and he wasn't going to fight his boyfriends if that's what they wanted. They already spent so much time together that the blonde had begun jokingly suggesting he move in with them. It was a joke that was laughed over but he couldn't help but ponder it.

Perhaps at the one-year mark? Or the two-year mark? Three years? If they were still together that long then he'd move in. He'd said as such to Shouta and Hizashi who both seemed content with his answer somehow. As if they already knew that would be his answer and were confident that they'd make it that long. He could only count himself lucky at the idea of being with them that long. However, at the suggestion of their therapist, the three of them began to spend their afternoons together.

Whether that was having dinner together with Eri as the four of them gathered around the table or whether it was in the living room to watch a movie together. Or to spend the afternoon at the dining room table grading their papers and grading essays on laptops. Whatever it was, they did their best to spend the afternoon together. Did their best to spend as much time together as they possibly could. It was a Thursday afternoon that his blonde boyfriend had suggested he come over for the afternoon on Saturday.

That he come over while they were all free and that they could spend the afternoon together. Possibly go out to dinner together. And yet, in his euphoric happiness, a thought came to him when he saw how close Shouta and Hizashi cuddled together when he popped in on them. A closeness that was unmistakable. The reality of the fact was that while he had made love to Shouta and Hizashi separately there was a reality he had yet to touch upon.

The fact was that without a doubt, behind the scenes that Shouta and Hizashi were making love. Without him. And he couldn't help but fantasize about it; couldn't help but wonder. He'd seen an orgasmic Hizashi, heard an orgasmic Shouta, and all their little sounds were easy to imagine in his head with sex. Would they be louder together? Would they be unrestrained? Would they writhe and twist against one another the way they had with him? Would it be tender and sweet?

Would it be hot and fast? What would his boyfriends lovemaking be together? If they didn't have to worry about the recipient being damaged? Skeletal? What would it be like to merely watch from a distance? An onlooker onto what they'd do? Hizashi and Shouta had offered him that during their confession; that if all he could do was watch then they'd be more than happy to let him. Was that offer still good? Was it still something that he could take?

There was so much he knew about both men separately but so much that he didn't know about how they were together. Was it wrong to be curious about this? Was it wrong that he wanted to see? Was it wrong that he spent nights on his own fantasizing about it? About what it'd be like to watch both of his boyfriends in a moment like that? It was something that got him thinking. And once he started thinking, he simply couldn't stop. How did he bring something like this up?

How did he say it out loud when he felt red-faced just to imagine saying it? Sitting in his car, Toshinori let out a trembling breath as his hands squeezed the steering wheel before him tightly. Staring at the front door of the home as he fidgeted in his seat with his heart jumping in his chest. Hizashi and Shouta had said there was an open-door policy; he could come by whenever he wanted. Given that his work had wrapped up relatively early, he had decided to swing by his boyfriends home.

He stared out the front window at the home as his heart throbbed in his chest. His ruined stomach twisting and turning as his hands squeezed the wheel again. They'd both said he could come as he pleased. When he wanted. And dragging his teeth over his lip, he couldn't help but wonder if this was okay. If it was really okay for him to just drop by like this with little to no warning. He swallowed when he then reached for the buckle to unbuckled himself.

Letting it zip across his chest and hit off of the window. He didn't doubt that he could do this as Hizashi had been insistent upon it. Even Shouta had backed him up yet it didn't stop his heart from throbbing in its beats against his chest. Flying up to his throat when he turned to grab his wallet and phone which he stuffed into his pocket then hesitated as he looked at his pill bottle. Sitting idly in the cup holder, he lifted it up as his eyes ran over the label.

His hand shaking lightly had the pills rattling together when he took a deep breath before stuffing them into his pocket as well. God knows how this afternoon would turn out; he'd been told this morning that Eri was going to a friend's home for the afternoon and would be sleeping over for the night. It left the house to the two of them. Or rather, it would be the three of them. And who knows how this was going to go. What he was going to be walking in on.

He squeezed the bottle in his hand before pulling his hand from his pocket to reach for the ignition where he twisted the key and cut it off plunging the car into true silence. He swore his ears were ringing a bit over the quiet throb of his heart beat in his ears as he tugged the keys from the ignition. Slipping them into his pocket, he turned to the car door wiht his ruined stomach dropping. Twisting. It was sickening but he knew that if the couple were serious about their open-door policy, then this shouldn't be a problem.

And yet his nerves were screaming at him that he shouldn't do this. That he was intruding. That he could be messing up whatever schedule it was that his boyfriends had on a Thursday afternoon. Swallowing against the tightness in his throat, he grabbed the doorhandle of the car door then pushed it open as he swung his legs out. The tap of his shoes on the cold ground was deafening as he shifted out of his seat to a stand as he stepped into the brisk chilly air.

Pressing the button to lock all the doors, he made sure his door was locked before swinging it shut with a deafening slam in the quiet air. He took a deep breath; then another. And another. They felt good as his chest expanded with each deep breath he took but it didn't stop his heart from thudding against his chest with that sickening strength. Thud, thud, thud. His ruined stomach was twisting in on itself as he focused on taking his deep breaths the best that he could before he began to walk forward.

Leaving the driveway with his shoes thudding quietly over the ground as he began to make his way up the front walkway with his keys shoved in his pocket. His hands twisting together nervously when he eyed the front door. Would he be rejected? Would he be told to go home? Or would he enter the house and be welcomed the way he always was when he was coming over? Should he send them a text first? Let them know he was here?

He paused in the middle of the front walkway, his hands fumbling into his pocket where he pulled out his phone and pulled up the group chat. His thumbs danced over the keyboard before he typed out a text letting them know he was here than sending it off. How long did he wait? How long did he stand here like a fool? He dragged his teeth over his lip before shoving his phone back into his pocket. If they didn't answer did that mean he had to go home?

He'd do that if it meant not throwing off his boyfriends. He swallowed before walking forward with his boots thudding over the cold ground as he made his way forward. Resuming his slow pace up the front walkway where he took a breath then let it out slowly as he counted his steps. One, two, three, four, five more steps before he made it to the front door. He knew where Hizashi and Shouta kept their spare key. It was something he was allowed to use when he came over if the door was locked.

He had to assume the door was indeed locked since they weren't expecting Eri to come breezing in if they had already packed her bag for the night. So, the logical answer was to assume that the door was locked, wasn't it? Licking his lips, he finished those five final steps to the front door where he bent over to pick up the hollow rock by the side of the door. Grabbing the small key, he turned to the front door where he carefully slipped the key into the front lock and twisted with a metallic click.

Doing the same with the doorknob, he then placed the key back underneath the hollow rock. He grabbed the door knob when he paused once again with that instinct to run screaming at him. Telling him he needed to go, go, go. He needed to leave. That he shouldn't be barging in on his boyfriends like this. But he'd texted and surely that could be enough, right? He didn't know. God, he hoped the open-door policy was real. That they'd be okay with his sudden appearance like this.

Swallowing with his tight throat, he twisted the door knob then eased the door open as he stepped over the threshold. He didn't want to take his shoes off just on the off chance they told him to leave. He stepped into the front hall, shutting the door behind him, as he stepped into the warmth of the home. The quiet click of the door was so loud. He hesitated before making his way forward down the hallway towards the kitchen; glancing in the living room as he passed it to find nothing in there.

And then as he neared the doorway of the kitchen, a breathy giggle damn near stopped him in his tracks as he stopped by the threshold of the kitchen. There they were; plates of forgotten food on the counter where Hizashi was pushed up against it with his head tossed back to rest against the cabinets. A leg curled up around Shouta's waist as that rough hand slid along his thigh in a familiar action that had him mesmerized.

Wild curls were made all the wilder by Hizashi's hand that was twisted up in those black curls as Shouta kissed at the blonde's throat. There were bright, vivid red marks left behind on his throat that were unmistakable growing hickeys. Hickeys left behind by Shouta. Blonde locks were standing up wildly on their own as red framed glasses glowed on his red cheeked face with a hand sliding down Shouta's upper back. Holding him closer as his leg tensed. They were utterly beautiful. Breathtaking.

He watched Shouta kiss down Hizashi's throat with what he had to guess were playful nibbles judging by Hizashi's breathless giggles as hands moved over backs and shoulders. Moved over Hizashi's thigh to his knee as his head rolled to the side as Shouta kissed down his husband's throat. The blonde was wearing a plush, vibrant purple robe that he'd recognize anywhere. Shouta himself wore a pair of pajama pants that rested low on his hips revealing the top half of his ass as Hizashi squirmed.

Twisting in his arms with those breathless giggles when a weak, soft little moan left Hizashi as Shouta no doubt bit down. He felt like a voyeur. A pervert. Watching his boyfriends in what was clearly an intimate moment when Hizashi's lashes fluttered on his red cheeks. There was a glistening sheen to their skin when he watched those lashes flutter again before lifting up. Foggy green eyes peered around the kitchen with pupils blown wide rendering irises to rings of color.

Dark. Fogged with desire that made them look so damn big that it had his ruined stomach fluttering when they focused on him. Blinking before widening when he fought the urge to speak or was it a shriek in his throat? That he'd been caught so red handed as his heart throbbed against his chest when Hizashi then grinned at him wickedly. Widely. As if he were delighted by him being there silently when his hand tapped at Shouta's back with the black-haired man popping off of his spot.

A soft hum before kissing at Hizashi's jaw. The blonde looked utterly happy like he would any other time but there was something about it that got his ruined stomach dropping. His heart thudding. Something he was missing but God if he didn't want to move his legs to either leave or to walk forward. Which did he want? He had not a clue but Hizashi then lifted his head upright with his arms tight around Shouta who was kissing softly at his jaw still with playful nips.

"Shouta, baby, you're being rude." Oh, Hizashi's voice was husky. Rasping. As if he had been yelling, howling, wailing moments before and that husky sound had him shuddering at the way it rippled right through him. A shot straight to his fluttering, ruined stomach that was dropping with excitement as Hizashi arched into his husband's hold. His robe hanging open just enough for him to catch those blonde curls. "Nori is here, baby, don't be rude and greet our boyfriend, hmm?"

There was a shift then Shouta was straightening up with a hand sliding out of those black curls and a hand across that broad shoulder. Then Shouta was looking over his left shoulder with that dark eye smoldering at him as Hizashi chuckled in that husky pitch to get him his heart jumping right up to his throat. And then Shouta was pulling away from Hizashi with a smile curling over full lips. "Hello there, Nori. I didn't expect you to come over so soon."

Words. He needed his words. And yet his mouth merely opened with a choked little sound leaving the back of his throat on a wheezing breath. What did he say? What did he want to say to his beautiful, gorgeous, sexy boyfriends in this moment? His face felt hot. His neck warm. He snapped his mouth shut with his hands trembling by his sides when Hizashi pushed off the counter to stand up right when he forced himself to talk. To speak. "I-I-! I fi-finished my grading, um, earlier than I-I thought and thought I'd, uh, come by?"

Another of those bright, brilliant smiles curled over Hizashi's lips again; as if he were pleased by his choked-out words. A stutter to his voice when the blonde shuffled around his husband, his feet slapping on the floor lightly, before drifting forward which did little to help his heart that was throbbing quickly. Thudding away. Hizashi's drop fell open just enough for him to see his areola, his nipple safely hidden, as the blonde smiled. "Well, we're always happy to have you over, darling! I'd like to apologize for being so inappropriate but-"

"He's not sorry at all." Shouta finished for him in that same husky, rasping tone as their blonde partners with a wicked smirk curling over those full lips. Wide. That Totoro-esque smirk that he'd easily recognized with that dark eye sparkling at him with his hip coking slightly as Hizashi's hands reached out to touch his face lightly. His gaze tearing away from Shouta to stare at Hizashi in awe as fingers drifted over his cheeks gently. "If anything, I'd say Zashi likes that he was caught red-handed."

"Mmm, I think that's more your thing, baby! You're the exhibitionist, aren't you?" Hizashi replied in that casual tone as arms were then sliding around him in a hug that he found himself returning even as his face burned hotly. His heart skipping as he hugged the blonde tightly to him as lips pressed to his cheek softly. His head was spinning as he took in the familiar scent of citrus; no trace of that sandalwood as Hizashi pulled back to look into his face. "But I am happy you're here! I wanted some time with you today!"

"I-I wanted to see you too! Bo-Both of you actually!" He breathed back with his arms tight around Hizashi as Shouta began shuffling forward and God if it wasn't distracting. If his eyes didn't fall to the way those pants were sagging on his hips when he blinked at the tattoo on Shouta's hip. A beautiful, elegant scrawling of Hizashi's name gracing his left hip. He'd never really gotten a good look at it but it was beautiful. Just like the tattoo on Hizashi's collar bone. "Is-Is it okay that, um, I came over?"

"I think it's absolutely amazing that you came over!" Hizashi perked up as he smiled at him with arms tightening around his shoulders as the blonde popped up on his toes to kiss his cheek again. It had his heart stumbling in his chest as he swallowed when he uncurled an arm from around his waist when Shouta sidled up to them. The blonde shifted to be hugged to his good side as he curled his arm around Shouta. "I know that Sho's happy to see you too! We love having you over, darling!"

"It is nice that you came over, sweetheart." God, these little nicknames were making his head swim as the black-haired man carefully pressed himself into his side. His eye on his face watching for any pain or discomfort but he felt none. If anything, the warmth of Shouta felt so nice even if his hands were shaking as he hugged his boyfriends when he felt an arm curl around his waist. "Obviously, we're not in the best state for company but I hope that you'll forgive that."

"Of course I can forgive that! You two were-were sharing a private moment and if anything, I should be apologizing! I should've been louder when-when coming in!" He breathed out when Shouta's lips pressed to his jaw in a kiss that had him tightening his arms around his boyfriends who seemed content to be held tightly. He swallowed when he kissed the top of their heads; Shouta then Hizashi who hummed at him happily. "I really am sorry for just-just barging in like that and interrupting!"

"Not interrupting at all! If anything, Shouta hasn't been keeping his hands to himself!" A wordless grumble left the black-haired man, muffled into his jaw, as he licked his lips when Hizashi beamed at him. A hand caressed his hair while a hand slipped up his back gently. And it wasn't helping his poor heart as he stared at his boyfriends when Hizashi shifted slightly. "I won't make you anymore uncomfortable, Nori! I'll go get dressed, I'm sure you've seen more than enough!"

"I'm-I'm not uncomfortable! If anything, I've been, um, thinking!" He got out when Hizashi stilled with a pair of eyes watching him; glittering emerald, one soft gray and a rich dark. Curious. He licked his lips again before swallowing around the tight knot in his throat when he tightened his arms around the men in them instinctively. "I-I know I've made love with-with both of you but I've, been, um, thinking about you two? Together? And ab-about me, uh, you know, wa-watching? The two of you?"

"Oh? Oh! You want to-? Oh, my goodness, Shouta, were we or were we not talking about the possibility of this very thing the other day?" Hizashi all but squealed with deafening volume that had himself and Shouta wincing when the blonde bounced in his arm with a sparkle to those green eyes as Hizashi's hand came up to touch his hot cheek. "Oh, darling, we'd be honored to do that! Like I said, I was talking to Shouta about this the other day! Right, baby?"

"We were actually comparing stories if you know what I mean. It's something we've thought about bringing up to you but we didn't want to spook you. It's one thing to make love with someone and another to invite said partner to watch two people make love like that." Shouta's hand kneaded gently at his lower back when he met that glittering dark eye, the soft grayness of his right eye managing to catch the light. "But of course, if you don't want to be involved or watch you don't have too, sweetheart."

Sweetheart. Darling. It was hard to choose which one he loved more from his boyfriends; he called Hizashi lovely on the regular now and he called Shouta honey. There was something about those nicknames that had his heart jumping in his chest wildly. Had his ruined stomach fluttering when he cleared his throat gently before taking a deep breath. "I wou-would like very much to watch! I mean, it's up to you two as well! Are you, um, comfortable with me watching? With me being there?"

He watched Shouta glance to Hizashi who looked to the black-haired man in near unison. Both sharing a look that had him tightening his arms gently around them when Hizashi smiled at him and it was the sweetest thing. Calming. Adoring. It was lit up his face in the most beautiful way. So, so beautiful. "We are more than comfortable with having you be there, darling! If anything, it's a bit exciting, you know? Having you there while I fuck Shouta into the bed? Having you watch how I fuck him?"

"Having you there to hear Hizashi's awful, colorful dirty talk that he didn't subject you too yet?" His heart was going to give out; there's no way it could keep beating this hard without faltering somehow. He could feel his boyfriends leaning into him with hands sliding over his chest and back as Shouta kneaded at him gently. "I think it's exciting. I think it's easily the most exciting thing and I don't mind having you there. If you have any suggestions don't be afraid to make them, alright?"

"And if you have something you want to say don't be afraid to say it! If you want to join us then tell us, okay? We can work this anyway we can to make it the most comfortable for all of us, you know? Because I know it feels like a lot to watch someone have sex but just speak up, okay? If this makes you uncomfortable, darling, then tell us and we'll stop." Hizashi's fingers came up to touch his jaw gently with that soft smile on his lips. "Your comfort is just as important as mine or Shouta's, darling."

"You matter just as much, sweetheart." Shouta's hand pressed into him through his coat when he took a trembling breath with his ruined stomach fluttering wildly at those gentle nicknames that felt more like croons. They were amazing with those husky voices of theirs when the black-haired man reached up with his free hand to pinch the zipper of his coat. Working it down from his throat to his chest with Hizashi humming softly. "How about you take your coat and shoes off then meet us in the bedroom, hmm?"

"Do you need to take your medication? Do you have it on you?" He felt his face burn with a fresh blush when he dug in his pocket to reveal his pills which had Hizashi beaming at him with delight. A smile curled over Shouta's full lips as Hizashi's fingers trailed along his jaw. "Good! We really have been sitting on this for a bit, Nori. After our last therapy session actually! We were trying to find the perfect way to bring this up to you and here you are, beating us to the punch!"

"I guess it's fate that I decided to come over to see you two then, isn't it?" He got out in that choked tone but he couldn't help but smile back at his boyfriends who smiled so warmly at him the way they were. Shouta's fingers continued working his zipper down to the bottom where his coat was then coaxed open by Hizashi's hand. They were making it hard to focus. To talk. "I'll, um, take my coat and shoes off then, take my medication, and I'll meet you in the bedroom, yeah?"

"It's perfect. We'll see you there, sweetheart." Shouta then leaned up with those full lips pressing into his cheek when Hizashi leaned up to softly kiss his jaw. Kisses that had his heart fluttering in his chest when he let his arms slid from around Hizashi and Shouta with both men stepping back. He stepped back himself, turning to face the hallway when he listened to the brushing slap of his boyfriends' feet on the kitchen floor.

And his heart was exploding in his chest. Oh, it was thundering with such speed it had him half wondering if he would crumble to the floor never to stand again. His feet stumbled over one another as he rushed for the front door where he shrugged his coat off with his skin tingling. His stomach fluttering furiously with his breaths coming in uneven hitches as he hung his coat up on the hook. He braced his hands to the wall as he stepped on the left heel of his boot and worked his foot free.

Doing the same wiht his right. His pill bottle held tightly in his hand as he then turned on his socked feet with his legs feeling strangely jelly-like. Shaking. He forced his feet to move as he walked forward with his socked feet thudding over the floor as he made his way down the hallway again. He found himself in the kitchen where he looked to the plates of food on the counter. Swallowing, he padded over and scooped the plates up where he then walked over to the microwave.

Doing his best to wedge both plates in their before shutting the door with a thud. His heart was racing with a surprising speed that left him feeling breathless as he turned then to reach into the cabinet to grab a cup. Picking up his pill bottle, he tossed a pill into his mouth then capped the bottle and shoved it into his pants pocket. Shuffling over to the fridge and freezer then shoving his cup beneath the nozzle. Water gushed into his cup and he let it fill halfway before pulling the cup away.

Raising it up when he noticed the water sloshing against the sides of the cup as he gulped at the liquid, swallowing his pill down, and he drained his cup. His mouth felt so dry. His throat so dry. He felt nervous. For the millionth time with this couple, he felt absolutely nervous to go into their bedroom knowing what he'd be walking in on. A scene much like that at the kitchen counter that he, by chance, walked in on.

His heartbeat throbbed quietly in his ears when he walked over to the sink to put his cup into it then walking away from it. Turning on his feet to skim past the freezer as he began to walk down the short hallway that led to his boyfriends' room. His hands shook to which he tried to shake them out the best that he possibly could. His heartbeat throbbed quietly in his ears as he walked down the hallway with his feet thudding softly over the floor.

The light from the bedroom slanted across the floor and wall in a soft white-light of the afternoon light outside but he wouldn't doubt it if his boyfriends had turned the overhead light on. Swallowing down his nerves the best he could, he forced his feet to move as he stepped into the doorway with his hands raising to push the doors open further. He was treated to the sight of his boyfriends sprawled out on their rather messy bed.

There was an empty condom wrapper on the bed, the blankets clearly untucked as they were grabbed at, and on the bed laid out Shouta beneath Hizashi. Black curls spread over the comforter with Hizashi's blonde locks spilling over his shoulders as arms curled around him. Fingers lazily twirling those silky blonde locks as lips slid together with that quiet whispering brush he recognized anywhere. He swallowed again before stepping into the room when he noticed a chair by the bed.

A dining room chair. It was unlike the ones in the dining room and he couldn't help but wonder where it had come from. Where they kept it. He didn't think to question it as he closed the bedroom doors behind him then flipping the lock with a quiet, metallic click. He then turned back to the side of his boyfriends as Shouta's fingers twirled those blonde locks lazily with a tug that he'd recognize anywhere. Lips whispering together with kisses that were without a doubt passionate just to look at.

The way Shouta's nose skimmed Hizashi's red cheek, the breaths being taken by the couple, and the way Shouta's right arm uncurled from around Hizashi's shoulders to reach down were mesmerizing. He was sitting in the chair with it creaking beneath him as he watched Shouta's fingers plucking the belt of Hizashi's robe apart causing it to fall open. A hand skimmed along Shouta's thigh with the pajama pants bunching up beneath that sliding hand.

Casual touches given to one another without thinking twice. Casual touches that were given to him without thinking twice. His heart was throbbing in his ears but God if he wasn't captivated by the sight before him. And they weren't even doing anything yet but he didn't doubt that it wouldn't take long. Not long at all if that new condom and lube spoke any volumes to him. There was the quiet brush of a hand over his skin and he could only imagine that Shouta was touching Hizashi's chest.

A hitching breath was taken but then Hizashi's back was arching to push his chest down as lips slid together with a light smack coming to break up that quiet, barely audible brush of their moving lips. Trembling breaths taken through noses as he found his hands sliding along his thighs cautiously before he plucked at the knees of his pants. Fingers trembling as he watched the couple before him kissing in what was growing into something passionate. Something hot.

Watching the way their lips moving together as they kissed one another without a drop of shame. A drop of embarrassment. Were his boyfriends embarrassed? Or had Hizashi been telling the truth? Had he and Shouta been talking about this lately together? Had he truly beaten them to the punch? It had his stomach fluttering wildly with his hands curling into fists against his knees as his face burned with a fierce blush that stung the tips of his ears.

Watching the couple before him kissing one another with a passion, a tenderness, a love that had his heart flying against his chest. He knew what those type of kisses felt like. Shouta and Hizashi had both kissed him like that when they'd been making love. They both kissed him with passion, tenderness and lovingly when he'd been laying beneath them. It had his lips parting with a tingle to recall their kisses. The way that they seemed to take their time with it.

Just like the kisses before them as that light smack broke out quietly with hands wandering over one another. He couldn't see Shouta's hand but he could imagine his hand running along Hizashi's side judging by the way the blonde squirmed. The way his breaths hitched. It had him shuddering himself with his hands sliding from his knees to rest against his thighs. He felt awkward. Out of place. And yet the couple before him didn't seem to think it that way.

They didn't seem to be awkward as they kissed one another with all the passion in the world. As comfortable as they would be if they were on their own. Was it exciting? Was Shouta a bit of an exhibitionist? Did his boyfriend like that he was watching them? He had so many questions. so many, but he didn't dare breathe them out loud. After all, he didn't want to break the immersion that was wafting over him as he fought the urge to fidget in his seat.

He stared at his boyfriends who looked so, so beautiful in the afternoon light streaming through the window. How it made Shouta's curl glisten like ebony and Hizashi's hair like gold. They looked stunning in the lighting. It had him leaning forward slightly when Shouta's hand came up again only this time it pushed at the shoulder of his husband's robe. Revealing that freckled shoulder to him when he watched Hizashi's hand raise from Shouta's hips to tug his arm from the sleeve.

It was then flicked over him and- Oh. Oh. The blonde wasn't wearing a thing beneath his robe. It had him wheezing out a breath in shock as he stared at the couple before him but neither broke away. Instead, soft hums left the couple before him; questioning. He let out a strained hum in response as he watched Shouta's hand hesitating before touching Hizashi's back. Sliding down it as the blonde's hand planted to the bed and he raised up off of his left hand.

Shrugging his arm out of the robe sleeve. It was then tossed off the foot of the bed in a heap as he admired his blonde boyfriend's naked body. The soft smatterings of freckles that colored his softly tanned skin. The blonde curls of hair he caught on his chest. The wink of a nipple piercing before his boyfriend was shifting to properly hover over Shouta again with a hand sliding along the black-haired man's waist. His thumb sliding down to touch his tattooed hip as he watched in awe.

The couple before him then seemed to move closer together. Hizashi lowering himself down further with hips hovering over one another as a hand slid down Hizashi's back. And he wished he could say his eyes didn't narrow in his on dick but he'd be a liar. A damned liar. It was big; it looked just as big as his own in this lighting and God if it didn't, for some reason, have his mouth watering at the sight of it as his fingers twisted into his pants. Holding onto something felt nice.

Hizashi's body was of a slender physique; where Shouta was almost stocky, there was a sinewy, elegance to those long legs and arms. To the muscles that flexed in his back and his upper arms. His thighs. There was a stunning, envious beauty to the blonde's body that had him staring unashamedly at the man before him. Admiring the way Shouta's hands stretched down to caress his husband's upper back and his lower back.

The quiet whisper of those rough hands moving over the blonde's body was deafening in the quiet of the bedroom. There was a squirm as the blanket rustled beneath Shouta as his hair rustled over it and a soft sound left the black-haired man when that hand squeezed his hip. Arms tightening around Hizashi as hands slid up and down along his back with the blonde caressing Shouta's waist. Sliding down to squeezed his hip; tracing the shape of it with his thumb then sliding up.

Caress his side which had the black-haired man arching up from the bed. There was a beauty in the way the two of them moved. In the way that Shouta offered himself up without so much as a protest. He was beautiful laid out beneath the stunning blonde. He had two of the most beautiful partners in the world. He just wished his mouth and throat weren't so dry as he watched the couple moving slightly before him.

Watched them arch and lower themselves as hands slid along skin. Lips moving together with passionate kisses that rang out with that light smack intermittently. There was nothing he wanted more than to watch them for hours. To see how they interacted with one another. How they touched one another. He was riveted. Fascinated. Watching as Shouta's arm slid from around Hizashi's shoulders and his left hand fanned against his waist before sliding up his side.

He must be doing it on the other side to get the blonde to arch into his hands like that. There was something fascinating, something riveting, about it. About watching this strong, lithe blonde moving the way that he did when he'd only ever felt it against him. It may have been one time but he was awed at the sight of the blonde moving like that. The reverence in the way Shouta's hands slid along his skin; there was a familiarity. Shouta knew how to touch this man and it showed.

After all, how could it not? They'd been married close to- what? Close to twenty years now? It was bound to show in some way. He watched Shouta's hand slid up and down along Hizashi's sides with the blonde shuddering and squirming with a quiet sound leaving said blonde. A sound he couldn't quite catch but had his heart racing nonetheless. He watched Hizashi's hand slide along Shouta's waist; up and down his side evenly with the black-haired man arching up slightly.

He caught the twitch of Hizashi's dick; the way his hips twitched downwards before pulling back. As if there needed to be some space between them which confused him but he didn't question it. He watched the couple before him kissing one another with such passion even as hands moved tenderly. Familiarly. Touching one another the way they no doubt had with their first round. How long had it been since their first round? Long enough for the sweat to dry on their skin?

Long enough for them to be able to go again in such a short amount of time? It was hard to forget that he had two lovers in their prime. Two lovers who no doubt went round after round while he could only manage one. They'd yet to make love again but both men seemed satisfied. Seemed happy with their sex life as it was. If anything, he swore they enjoyed it more than he did. He watched as Shouta's hand slid up Hizashi's hand then slid down to fan along his waist.

A waist that, now that he was looking at it, had red lines. Lines no doubt clawed into his skin with the plea of harder. Faster. It sent a shiver down his back just to imagine Shouta's voice growing higher. Begging for faster, harder, from the blonde above him who would without a doubt give it. It had his heart jumping as his ruined stomach fluttered when Hizashi let out another of those low sounds when he jumped at the dark eye on him.

Looking at him boldly without so much as a flinch from the black-haired man as he kissed Hizashi. There was a smoldering, burning desire in that gaze that had his skin flashing with heat. Had his lips parting silently with a tremble as a breath rushed out him to meet that heated gaze. To have Shouta look at him with such unashamed, blatant lust had his heart hammering against his chest. He couldn't tear his gaze away.

He couldn't bring himself to look away as Shouta's lips continued to move against their blonde partners. Sharper smacks ringing out as they no doubt changed the pressure and speed but that dark eye remained on him. Black lashes fluttering as he blinked with his lips moving passionately with Hizashi's. Touching him so boldly with hands pausing to squeeze at that clawed up waist. Now that he looked at his boyfriend, tearing his gaze from Shouta's, he could make out red marks on his shoulders.

His back. His ass. Shouta had clawed this man up and littered his throat with hickeys? God, the black-haired man seemed to have no restraint when he had a lover that he could claw up. He found his gaze flickering back to Shouta's staring dark eye as those lips moved faster. Pressed harder no doubt with hands touching Hizashi so boldly with the dare for him to look away. For him to be ashamed when there was no reason for it, was there? These were his boyfriends. His partners.

Was there any reason he shouldn't look? It had him swallowing when he noted Hizashi's hand working Shouta's pants from his hip awkwardly. Pulling at the fabric then reaching over to the other side to tug at that side as well with that single hand of his. And Shouta raised his hips up without an ounce of shame as the blonde worked his pants down. And much like when that robe had come off, he was choking on his air audibly at the sight of Shouta.

He wore nothing beneath those pajama bottoms of his. He suspected in the kitchen but to be confronted with the truth was still a shock. Still had him choking on his air as he watched Hizashi inch his pajama pants down. Admiring the wild, wiry dark curls that covered his boyfriend's pelvis. The beautiful, thick dick that rested on his thighs that had his mouth utterly watering. Just like it had when Hizashi had been revealed. He wanted to bury his nose in those curls.

He wanted to bury his nose in those neatly groomed blonde hairs of Hizashi's pelvis. He wanted to trace their happy trails down until they thickened into those patches of hair. He wanted to dive to the base and feel them tickle his nose. His cheeks. He wants to feel them down his throat. Even if a blowjob would be hard, he didn't care. He wanted to experience that much with them. He found himself licking his parted, tingling lips as the couple before him seemed to kiss harder.

Fast. Sharp smacks ringing out to fill the quiet when a quiet sound left Hizashi. And then, with that dark eye on him, Shouta let out the softest moan he'd ever heard leave the black-haired man. It set fire to his to his skin in a burning flash that had his cheeks burning in a fresh blush that stung the tips of his ears. His hands trembled as they twisted and untwisted into his pants as he watched the couple before him kissing with a passion that could set forests ablaze.

A hunger. A desire. It had heat flickering beneath his skin with his fingers plucking nervously at his pants as he watched the couple before him kissing passionately. Hard kisses if he had to guess and God if that didn't get his lips tingling. How he wanted to be kissed with that hunger. That desire. He wanted those full lips to come down on his own. He wants Hizashi's thin, soft lips to crush themselves to his own.

He wants to be sandwiched between these two men more than he'd ever wanted something in his damn life. He wants nothing more than to be squished up between them like he was every other time in their day-to-day moments. He wants those hands on his skin. He wants to be touched too. But he didn't have that boldness to breathe out the request as he watched the couple before him touching. Petting. Caressing. Touching one another with a boldness that left him absolutely stunned.

He watched Shouta's eye shut with black lashes fluttering on his red cheeks. Black curls spread out on the bed were absolutely beautiful. He watched Hizashi's hand sliding from thigh to hip, caressing his waist, and sliding up to his side. Their chests just barely brushed together but he could see nipples perking up. Shouta's looked a bit puffy and Hizashi's looked swollen. As if, before he'd shown up, they'd been toying with their nipples. Sucking on them.

Doing something for them to look so puffy and swollen the way that they did. It had his heart jumping in his throat when he noticed Hizashi's navel bar winking at him. God, does he love how pierced their blonde partner was. Those caresses over Shouta's skin had the black-haired man arching up from the bed with his dick twitching on his thighs. A volley of twitches that had his hands clutching at his pants tightly.

Riveted to the sight of it as he watched Shouta squirm slightly beneath the blonde who kissed him fervently. Passionately. Kisses that had his lips tingling, aching, for the press of theirs against them. Because he knew those passionate kisses. He knew those hard presses. It had him aching. Heat was simmering under his skin; slowly but surely making its way to the surface leaving him hot. Warm. Flushed. He was leaning forward slightly in his seat when he noticed the volley of twitches from Hizashi's dick.

The way their hips were gradually meeting slowly but surely; the way Shouta's hips raised up and Hizashi's angled low. Not quite touching but God if the sight wasn't thrilling. If the sight of it didn't have him hotter than anything. He had been somewhat mortified, panicked, in the hallway but now? Now he couldn't imagine himself anywhere else. Now he couldn't imagine not seeing this. He watched as his boyfriends twisted together slightly with Shouta's thighs pressing against Hizashi's waist.

Hands sliding over the blonde's sides. His pants being shimmed down to his knees awkwardly when Hizashi broke away from those passionate kisses. He watched as his blonde boyfriend leaned backwards to help coax Shouta's pants down his legs. Over his prosthetic right leg then down to his left ankle where the black-haired man flicked his foot and his pants went sailing right into his lap.

The couple before him blinked in surprise and his face went hot with a fresh wave of heat. So hot his face was that it had his cheeks throbbing from the force of his blush as he reached down to touch Shouta's pajama pants. And then the black-haired man was snickering at him; or rather at the situation? He had not a clue but it merely had his hot face ducking down as he pushed the pants off of his lap and Hizashi's giggle pierced the room. He wanted to laugh.

Wish he could. But he couldn't find it in him when a hand was stretching across the bed towards him. Coming just barely into his line of sight when he looked up to find Shouta smiling warmly at him. Adoringly. Just as Hizashi smiled at him. And he swallowed before moving his chair closer and sliding his hand into Shouta's and he gave a tight squeeze. A firm one. Shouta squeezed back as his thighs pressed to Hizashi's waist and the blonde then reached over.

Touching the back of his hand gently before sliding his hand up his forearm. He knew both were merely checking in on him; making sure that he was still okay. He nodded at their silent question which had both men nodding back before turning back to one another. The hand in his slipping away and Hizashi's fingers trailing over the back of his hand gently. And then, leaning over the black-haired man, their lips were coming together with hips lowering down with Shouta's hand sneaking between them.

And with his new closeness, he could admire the way that Shouta grabbed Hizashi's flaccid, twitching dick and squeezed it to his own. Quiet hums leaving the couple before him as the black-haired man's hand squeezed them together. A strong squeeze no doubt as lips began to slide together with that sharp smack. Slides that had his lips tingling in response as he watched the two of them exchanging those passionate kisses together.

Kisses that had his lips tingling. Had him longing. Shouta's hand began to move slowly; strokes that rivaled the quick slides of their moving lips when he noted how hips began to rock together. A gentle rocking but one nonetheless as Shouta kept up his slow, even stroking with a shudder running over both men. Hair rustling over the bed as their lips moved together with those passionate kisses and a sigh fanning out of someone.

Who, he had not a clue. But he was riveted as he braced his hands on his thighs and brought his chin down to rest on his hands. Watching with fascination as the couple before him kissed without missing a beat. As if having him so close, having him watch, meant absolutely nothing to them. As if his presence wasn't at all a bother to them. Shouta's hand was stroking slowly with fingers squeezing no doubt as hips continued to rock.

The ball of Shouta's Prince Albert piercing winked in the light at him and he could see the blonde's piercings slightly. They just barely managed to poke out. Just barely managed to show themselves. He was riveted to the sight of his boyfriend's stroking hand as the sharp smack of their moving lips filled the quiet with those quiet sounds leaving the couple. Quiet, breathless little moans, whines, and groans that had his blood running hot in his veins.

Little sounds that were missed from his previous distance. He found himself leaning forward with his gaze riveted to that stroking hand; his heart hammering against his chest so damn hard he swore it was making it throb. His lips parted slightly with his breaths coming in a slight tremble as he watched those strokes slid from head to base again and again. A lazy, twisting curve that had Hizashi moaning quietly in encouragement at the black-haired man who rocked his hips up.

Grinding? Rubbing? He couldn't be sure of the movement but that hand was taking its sweet time. Moving from head to base, curving and twisting, it was absolutely riveting. Listening to the dry rub of his palm on the skin filling the quiet. He was riveted to the scene before him as he watched dicks twitching in a volley against one another. Twitches that had his thighs pressing together tightly with his hands squeezing together slightly.

He could only imagine Shouta's dark eye on him but he couldn't tear his gaze away from that stroking hand. It was similar to the way that Shouta had touched him that first time. God, he'd never wanted to bury his nose in those black curls more. With them squished together like that, he could see that Shouta was at least an inch shorter than the blonde above him but where Shouta was shorter, he was thicker. Where Hizashi was larger he was slenderer. Not quite as thick as Shouta.

But God if the sight of their dicks didn't have his mouth utterly watering. If it didn't have him wanting to speak up. To question if he could just suck. To let his mouth be used as whatever deed they sought fit. But he couldn't find the words that he knew he needed to say and instead watched as those dicks twitched together again. Noting the way pre-come began to bead along slits that Shouta wiped away lazily with a low moan leaving the blonde above him.

Lips moving together in a frenzy that had his heart jumping to his throat as he watched Shouta's hand beginning to move faster. Stroking with a bit of urgency to it as his hand slid down to the bases then flew up to rub over the heads where pre-come welled in glistening drops along the slits. Watching Shouta swipe at them before sliding his hand back down towards their bases. Kneading at them together judging by the way his hand moved and he was in awe.

Fascinated was too weak of a word to describe the way he watched the black-haired man's hand. Watching as he jerked himself and Hizashi off with the blonde moaning at him in encouragement. Hips moving together to grind against one another with weak little thrusts being given that had the pair moaning in unison much to his awe. A much louder moaning that had his blood crackling in his veins as he watched Shouta stroking faster.

Moving with an urgency, with a determination, as his fingers rolled over the heads of their erections. Rubbing away the pre-come as it welled up before sliding his hand downwards with dicks twitching together. Hips moving to grind together with lips crushing together in sharp smack that filled the quiet when there was then a sudden quiet. And his gaze flicked away from Shouta's stroking hand to watch lips parting instead much to his fascination.

He caught the flash of tongue as the blonde and black-haired man's tongues met and slid together before lips were pressing together fervently. Fiercely. It was the type of kiss that he'd been pulled into when he made love with Shouta. It had his skin flaming with heat at the quiet, wet sound of their tongues moving. The breathless, airy moan that left the black-haired man and the answering groan from Hizashi as that hand moved faster.

Stroking them together faster, faster, faster with fingers stretching up to wipe the pre-come away when Hizashi's hand was moving to cover the heads. And he watched in awe as Hizashi began to move his palm and fingers in a way that mimicked a rolling, palming manner. Grinding his fingers into the head of Shouta's dick with his fingers flicking teasingly at that ball of his piercing.

A moan spilling out of Shouta who then spread his thighs open wide as his hand moved to stroke the rest of them while Hizashi palmed at the heads. Both moving their hands together to give the other pleasure. Both arching to grind and rub together as Shouta's hand squeezed them together. There was a fascination that uncurled in his chest as he watched the two of them with Shouta's thighs spreading open wide as if to give him a clear view. A perfect view.

Or was the black-haired man merely turned on? If he was an exhibitionist then this must be his dream scenario. He found his mouth dropping open wider with quick, shallow breaths being taken as his dick dared to twitch. It had his thighs squeezing together as that ache twisted into his lower stomach. A vice clamp that squeezed his crotch and lower half in a tight grasp. An ache that only twisted with each breathless sound that left the couple. Each moan. Groan.

The wet sound of their moving tongues. The way Shouta's hand moved quickly with Hizashi's hand rolling faster to match the pace in which Shouta was stroking them together with hips moving to thrust shallowly. Rubbing together. He can only imagine the pleasure that action had to be giving both men. The pleasure of having that full, thick dick rubbing against his. The drag of piercings from Hizashi's Jacob's ladder piercings dragging along the underside of his dick.

Oh, he knew both so, so well and it had him squirming in his chair with his gaze riveted to their moving hands Watching with awe as Shouta began to stiffen up. Hizashi not far behind him; he got to watch in awe the way that Shouta's already thick dick began to thicken further as it stiffened up beautifully. Hardening before his very eyes. The way Hizashi's erection managed to thicken up slightly while remaining rather slender.

Nowhere near as thick as Shouta's but God if they weren't both mouthwatering. If they didn't have his dick twitching in a volley that had his thighs rubbing together absentmindedly with his fingers twisting into the material of his pants. Holding onto something as he watched his boyfriends growing hard with moans spilling out of the both of them in response. Hips moving to rub, grind, slide and slip against one another as he watched those piercings drag against Shouta's skin.

The way his hips bucked up eagerly while Hizashi's bucked down to thrust into Shouta's hand. A snapping moan spilling out of the blonde in response as his hips rolled down to grind against the black-haired man who moaned out at him in response with both squirming. Chests pressing tightly together with thighs trembling slightly in their wide spread position. His hand moving quickly with hips moving together to rub and grind against one another as their erections filled out.

Hizashi's fingers traced the slit of Shouta's erection then smeared the pre-come bubbling along it before flicking at his piercing. It had the black-haired man moaning so prettily as Hizashi's fingers rolled over the head of his erection in slick, swirling touches that had the black-haired man squirming. Twisting. Hips bucking in a stronger thrust into his stroking hand which had Hizashi moaning back at the black-haired man.

Their tongues twisting, tangling together with that wet, quiet sound he was sure to have missed at his previous distance. He felt like a voyeur. A pervert. Watching his boyfriends in a moment like this but God if he didn't love it. If it didn't have his skin flashing with heat as they squirmed and twisted together. Moans slipping out of the both of them as Shouta's hand tightened on their erections. Both moving to grind, rub, and slide against one another with a moan spilling out of Shouta in response.

An answering moan from Hizashi had his dick twitching in a volley as he squeezed his thighs together with his fingers twisting into his pants when Hizashi's palm and fingers left the dripping heads of their erections. Reaching out on the bed to grab the condom which was picked up with the wrapper shimmering at him. And it had his heart jumping in his throat when the couple before him pulled apart, thin strands of saliva connecting their tongues.

They trailed down chins as they fluttered and broke apart. Hizashi then lifted the condom up and bit at the corner before ripping. Spitting the strip out as he pushed off the bed and Shouta let him go as he sat back on his heels. His erection curving up against his stomach with a twitch that had him mesmerized as he watched pre-come drip onto Hizashi's stomach. His row of piercings running down the underside of his erection shimmering in the light at him in winks.

It had his breath catching in his throat when the blonde reached for the lube. Popping the cap open, squeezing a dollop onto his fingers, the lube was then rubbed over that shining metal causing it to shine slickly in the lighting. The light glistened off of that slick metal beautifully as Hizashi's fingers plucked the slick condom out of the wrapper the pressed it to the head of his erection. Rolling it down in one smooth, sleek slide down as he worked the rubber over his piercings gently.

His fingers tugged the condom into place down near the base when Shouta was shifting. Arching his hips up as his feet, left and prosthetic, pressed into the bed with his hands reaching beneath him as Hizashi fussed with the end of the condom. It was a move that had his skin ripping with a fresh wave of heat that left him positively breathless. Eager. Leaning forward in his chair eagerly as he watched Hizashi's eyes flick over to him; pupils blown wide.

Irises mere rings of green that had him absolutely breathless. There was a smoldering, blistering desire to those green eyes that was for him as much as it was for Shouta. Those eyes burned at him fiercely when his blonde boyfriend then leaned forward to hover over Shouta once more. Blonde locks slipping over his shoulders as his hand grabbed his erection to pull it away from his stomach. Shouta's hips angling themselves up while Hizashi angled low.

The slick squelch of his erection rubbing against Shouta was a deafening sound; one that had his heart pounding in his chest. And then the couple was twisting. Hizashi leaning over to brace himself on his arm while Shouta twisted forward with his leg hitching up to wrap around the blonde's waist. And then, much to his delight, he was getting the full view of Hizashi's hips moving as he rubbed against Shouta.

The black-haired man balanced himself on his own arm as a hand held his cheek open as Hizashi's erection slipped between them. Rubbing, sliding, grinding. The flashes of Shouta's hole that he caught were absolutely thrilling when he noticed it twitching. Noticed the way that his boyfriend arched down to rub against the blonde's erection with a whimper. A pleading, whining sound as the black-haired man moved with Hizashi's slick rubbing and sliding. Grinding together.

There was something so unbelievably exciting about watching it that he found his mouth dropping open with quick, racing breaths with his thighs squirming together. His crotch was aching something fierce as he watched Hizashi's erection rub against Shouta. Slick slides that had his heart racing in his chest when the couple twisted and squirmed together with hitching whines spilling out of the black-haired man. Whimpers.

From the glimpses of his hole that he caught, he swore Shouta's hole looked puffy. Swollen. Twitching when Hizashi pulled his hips back and the head of his erection pressed against that swollen hole that dared to twitch against the head of his erection. His breaths were racing quickly when his thighs squirmed together again with a whine in the back of his throat when his hands fisted his pants on his thighs.

Squeezing the fistfuls that he held in them. Watching the head of Hizashi's erection nudging, nudging, nudging against Shouta who whimpered pleadingly with his leg tightening around Hizashi's waist. And then, as if there was no need for a give, the blonde was pushing into Shouta sleekly. Slickly. And the moan that flew out of Shouta, the snapping groan leaving Hizashi, had him whining softly with his fingers aching from the tight grasp he had on his pants. Trembling.

His thighs squeezed together with the hope that it would soothe the throbbing ache as he watched eagerly. Watching each inch sinking sleekly, slickly into the black-haired man when he noted how that hole twitched around Hizashi The blonde let out another of those snapping, guttural groans at his husband. The black-haired man moaning back when he noticed Shouta's head turning slightly and then that big, burning dark eye was peering at him.

Curls swaying against his upper back with the slight movement but God, there was something hot about the way that Shouta was staring at him. Peeking over his shoulder as Hizashi's erection sank into him with his hole twitching around Hizashi. It had the blonde groaning at the black-haired man again as his hips lightly slapped against his ass. A light hit when hips began to rock tightly side to side together; grinding almost with frantic motions.

And then he noticed those green eyes peering over the top of Shouta's head. Burning at him. Flaming. A desire in them to get his heart hammering against his chest with a new speed, a new vitality, that had him absolutely breathless. His stomach fluttering wildly to have those eyes on him. To have them smolder at him the way that they did was unlike anything else. It had him absolutely sizzling in his own skin with heat clawing beneath the surface of it.

It turned him on so damn much it was absolutely stunning. Uncomprehend-able. It had his head spinning weakly from the rush of heat under his skin as he watched their hips moving to grind together. The slick shine of lube on Shouta's skin. The way that they twisted together while those eyes burned into him. Staring at him with such desire that it left him hot. God, he wanted nothing more than to shed his clothes and join them.

To let himself be squished in the middle in between the both of them. To have those soft hands and rough, dry ones sliding over his skin. There was nothing he wanted more than to have their kiss-swollen lips on his skin. To have them crooning, praising, and encouraging him onwards. There's nothing he wants more than to be involved in something so intimate that it had his face burning hotly with a fresh blush. One blush after another mixing and melting together.

It had him shuddering with his heart jumping in his throat as he watched Hizashi grind against the black-haired man. Watching how they twisted and squirmed together with all the impatience in the world. As if the both of them were just too eager to keep from moving. It lit him aflame. Had him hotter than anything as his thighs pressed together tightly when he watched Hizashi's hips pulling backwards then snapping forward.

Thrusting slickly into him with a sharp thrust that had that dark eye rolling back with a moan tearing out of Shouta. His head falling backwards with hands clutching at Hizashi fervently with his black curls swaying against his skin. There was nothing he wanted more than to crawl onto the bed. To have that up close and personal view. He leaned forward eagerly in his chair with his fingers twisting into his pants to hold onto something.

To have an anchor of sorts when he watched Hizashi's hips pulling backwards then snapping forward again. Watching his balls slap against Shouta's skin with a slick squelch punctuating that thrust when Shouta moaned out again. Encouraging. Enthusiastic. He watched Shouta's arms curl up around Hizashi's shoulders fiercely with fingers no doubt twisting up in those locks. It had his heart jumping as he watched Hizashi beginning to thrust shallowly into the black-haired man.

A quick, shallow speed and depth that had his breaths racing as he watched the blonde thrusting into their black-haired partner. Admiring the way Shouta's back arched and Hizashi's hand slid along his cheek only to squeeze fiercely at it. Loving the snapping moan that tore out of Shouta at the touch. Watching hips striking at Shouta gently, quickly, with that light slap ringing out as their skin met again and again with that angle giving him the perfect view.

Allowing him to watch Hizashi's erection slipping in and out of the black-haired man. The way that condom and his skin shimmered with the lube. It was mesmerizing as he watched Hizashi thrusting shallowly into the black-haired man who moaned out with a delighted note to his voice that dragged higher. He admired how that hole twitched around the blonde's length with the blonde moaning at his husband in that snapping pitch with the hand on his cheek tightening.

Tugging on it to give him that perfect view. The slick squelch of those shallow slides was mesmerizing. Aweing. The racing, quiet pants taken by the three of then, the way that Hizashi and Shouta twisted so impossibly close together, and the heat under his skin all had his skin swimming. He'd never truly watched porn in his life. There had never been a drive for it. Never a need for it. In his youth, masturbation was treated as something to keep his body under control.

His desires in check. Of course, sex with Dave had been something different. And here he was watching the couple with a sense of greedy hunger. Watching the way, they twisted and squirmed together like he was, in some way, watching a couple on his screen. Watching his boyfriends moving that way with green eyes peering at him with that lustful hunger lit his blood aflame. He watched Hizashi's mouth opening then coming down on Shouta's shoulder to scrape over it.

Biting down just firmly enough for him to see how his flesh gave under his teeth. Shuddering at the moan that slipped out of the black-haired man when he watched hips twitching before moving to meet those shallow thrusts of Hizashi's. His hips jerking down to meet the thrusts with a light slap of their skin meeting when Shouta was whimpering with his head falling back with Hizashi's teeth dragging over his husband's shoulder again.

Then his lips were caressing that pale skin in a kiss that was trailed up Shouta's shoulder towards the side of his neck. Black curls swaying against his back with hands holding onto Hizashi and the hand on his cheek squeezing hard tearing another of those whimpers out of Shouta when the hand on his cheek tugged. Stretching his hole ever so slightly around the blonde's length. And God, the sight damn near had him drooling.

It had him hissing in a sharp breath with his eyes locked on the way their hips were moving together. Both moving in shallow thrusts Hizashi's snapping up and Shouta's jerking down with an eagerness he'd recognize anywhere. He was staring at the slick slide of Hizashi's erection slipping into the black-haired man again and again. The way that his hole twitched around him. What did it feel like? Was he hot? Tight?

He may never top but he can only imagine the pleasure of being inside Shouta. It damn near had him moaning quietly to himself which had that dark eye and a pair of green on him again. Burning. Smoldering. There was something so hot about meeting their gazes as they moved together. Moving with hands clutching at one another fervently with hips dropping down as another pair snapped up. The light strike of their skin meeting. Of Hizashi's balls slapping against his skin.

The slick squelch that punctuated each slick thrust when he noted that Hizashi was beginning to pull back further; inching away from that shallow depth already for something longer. Thrusts that had him in awe as he watched Shouta's hips moving to match his husband's pull back. Moans spilling out of the pair before him as black curls swayed against pale skin; golden locks swaying against their skin with eyes blazing at him.

Burning at him. It had his thighs clenching tightly together but it did little to soothe the ache throbbing in his crotch. His breaths rasping quietly down his throat as he watched the pair beginning to move faster. As if the eagerness were becoming too much and both moved in accordance to that fast-paced movements. It was a work of art watching Hizashi's hips snapping up and the way that Shouta's rolled down. The way that thigh tensed as it squeezed around Hizashi's waist with hair bouncing lightly.

Both moving quickly with hitching, trembling breaths being taken. As if, before he'd walked in, they'd been waiting to do another round. There was an eagerness shining in the way that his boyfriend's moved with hands holding onto one another. How wrapped up they can be together while losing themselves to the pleasure. It had him shuddering with his fingers clutching at his pants tightly with his eyes eagerly soaking up the sight before him.

Watching the way their hips were moving together with that eagerness shining through; how they were arching and pressing into one another. The whimpers and whines leaving Shouta who no doubt clenched around the blonde given the moan that spilled out of their blonde partner in response. The hand on his cheek squeezing tightly with fingers digging into his skin. There was nothing more mesmerizing than watching the black-haired man squirming and twisting eagerly.

Breathless whines leaving the man. The quick, snapping speed both men were using as he watched that condom glistening in the light each time Hizashi pulled back. Watching the way his erection twitched before sinking back into Shouta who moaned with his back arching and hips jerking down eagerly. Urgently. There was a beauty to the way Shouta moved and how his back arched. How he twisted and squirmed.

The way that Hizashi moaned at the black-haired man without an ounce of shame to him as his hips snapped up to hit against Shouta. Both moving together when the couple was moving; it cut off his view of watching Hizashi's erection into Shouta but he didn't mind it one damn bit. Hizashi was hovering over the black-haired man again with lips trailing down his throat as Shouta tossed his head backwards. Pressing his head into the bed with hands clutching at Hizashi as nails dragged over his shoulder.

The sight of his teeth dragging over his lip before biting down had his heart hammering against his chest when Shouta moaned out lowly in his throat as hips moved together. Lengthening their draw back then snapping forward with that slap of their skin meeting. There was something beautiful in the red blushes smothering over their cheeks; in the way that brows were squeezing together or how those blonde locks seemed to be everywhere.

Watching his boyfriends moving together with hips snapping against one another to meet thrust for thrust. The sight of that thick, full erection resting against Shouta's stomach as pre-come dripping on his skin had his mouth absolutely watering. He watched the two of them moving quickly with sharp, snapping thrusts that had him in awe. The way that they moved without worrying about their partner being delicate or to be treated gently was a sight to behold.

To watch them move with the strength they dared to use? The strength that had Shouta squirming and twisting with his husband? It was aweing. It was absolutely magnificent and he couldn't get enough of it. His hand moved from its place on his thigh to wedge itself between his thighs to squeeze at his aching crotch tightly; doing his best to give it pressure. Anything to help with that throbbing ache as he watched Hizashi's hips moving quickly.

Sharp, snapping thrusts against Shouta who moaned so prettily beneath him with thighs pressed to his waist as feet dug into the bed. Moving himself in time with Hizashi as his hips snapped against the blonde's pelvis again and again. Both moving with a sense of eagerness; as if they were delighted to have him in the room even when they didn't look at him. And God, they were so beautiful together.

The way Shouta pressed his head back into the bed with his chest arching up as Hizashi's lips fluttered down his throat to his collar bone. Over his chest with pecking kisses that rang out with short little smacks. Both were moving quickly with that slick squelching ringing out to punctuate each thrust much like the slap of their skin that rang out shamelessly. He shuddered as he watched Shouta arching up with hands finding their way to those blonde locks with a keening whine spilling out of the man.

A pleading sound that sent heat ripping under his skin. Like he'd plucked the perfect, right cord to get him hot. To get him flaming. It had him utterly breathless as he admired the speed and strength that was slowly but steadily building up between the couple. How Hizashi seemed to be growing careless with his thrusts and Shouta seemed to be eating it up. What was it like to go again so soon? To fuck once then to be able to go for a second round? To already be stretched out and ready?

It had him in awe as he watched his boyfriends move together with hands clutching at blonde locks. Mussing them up around trembling fingers as Shouta's mouth dropped open with his quick, shallow pants as his hips moved to meet those thrusts of Hizashi's. Both moving beautifully. There was something about it that left him struck silent. That left him absolutely wordless. He didn't know what to say, what to think, when everything about this was already so perfect.

It had him huffing quietly with his hand kneading at himself while his thighs rubbed together uselessly when his dick twitched in a volley beneath his kneading hand. God, he swore he'd never been hotter in his life. Watching his two beautiful, sexy boyfriends having sex before him? It was amazing. Rubbing at himself subconsciously, his thighs squeezed tightly with the black-haired man moaning out prettily again.

His back arching up as Hizashi's mouth closed around his areola and nipple. The black-haired man squirmed beneath his husband with thighs trembling as they pressed to that slim waist of Hizashi's; rubbing against it. Both moving quickly in shallow, snapping thrusts with slick squelches ringing out to punctuate each thrust given by the both of them. There was something aweing about the way the black-haired man squirmed and arched beneath the blonde.

How his back arched from the bed with his hair rustling over the blanket as he pressed his head back into it. How those black brows squeezed together tightly and his mouth dropped open with shameless whines and whimpers leaving him. How he twisted and squirmed eagerly with feet slipping over the bed with the threat of slipping out beneath him. Those quick thrusts against Hizashi's pelvis had the blonde wobbling slightly with moans spilling out of the man.

Muffling themselves into the black-haired man's chest. But they were just as hot; they were just as sexy. Watching blonde locks swaying and spilling against Hizashi and Shouta's skin was tantalizing. The way that his hips struck quickly at their black-haired partner with an urgency that he could feel twisting into his chest. An eagerness with the breathless desire to see Hizashi go faster. Harder. To stay here for the rest of his afternoon to watch them go round after round.

It had his jaw dropping with his heart hammering against his chest as his breaths rasped down his throat far too fast for his liking. For his lung's liking but he ignored it the best he could. His chest was fluttering with his quick breaths as the black-haired man whimpered when Hizashi popped off of his nipple which glistened in the lighting. Strands of saliva connecting Hizashi's mouth to that puffy, glistening nipple of his.

And then lips were pressing to Shouta's chest in frantic kisses with a groan slipping out of the blonde. Hips were moving faster, faster, faster with hips striking at Shouta who moaned in delight. His back arched away from the bed with hair rustling over the blanket. Hizashi groaned again with hips striking forward hard fast once, twice, three times before the black-haired man was moaning delightedly. They were the most beautiful men he'd ever seen in his life.

There was nothing more beautiful than the couple before him. And they were all his. It was a dizzying realization as he watched Shouta beginning to slam against Hizashi's pelvis faster. Harder. His feet digging into the bed that wobbled lightly beneath the black-haired man; bouncing lightly with the vigorous movements of the couple above it. It was absolutely amazing. Watching his boyfriends make love without an ounce of shame or anxiety was amazing.

He watched the two of them moving fast, fast, fast with hard thrusts being given as the couple moaned before him. Groaning. Whining and whimpering. Breathless sounds that spilled out of the both of them. He could only imagine how sensitive they had to be, especially if they'd already made love before he showed up. He watched with a dry mouth, his throat drying out with his quick breaths, as he watched the couple moving faster. Harder.

And then Shouta's hips were jerking up hard with hands sliding from Hizashi's hair to his shoulders. And the blonde was flipping over with Shouta flying on top of him. The bed bounced wildly beneath them as Shouta straddled the blonde. Hips rolling in tight circles downwards before his knees dug into the bed. And then, much to his delight, the black-haired man used this position to begin bouncing on Hizashi.

A moan bursting out of the blonde while a quieter, softer moan left himself as he rubbed at his twitching dick with not an ounce of shame in him. It was gone. Forgotten. All that mattered was the sight of his boyfriends rather wild, hard lovemaking before him. Watching Hizashi's hands traced Shouta's waist as the black-haired man bounced on his erection with black curls bouncing around his shoulders.

Watching from the slight angle he had as Hizashi's erection slipped in and out of the black-haired man. Watching as his erection bounced and tapped against his slick stomach as he bounced himself on the blonde beneath him who moaned with enthusiasm. A bursting volume that pierced his eardrums but Shouta's hands were smacking at the blonde's chest which had that moan strangling down. Quietening. His hands trembled when he raised them up then tugged the button of his pants apart.

His heart hammering in his ears made the world shimmer. It didn't feel real. It felt like the most vivid wet dream he could be having but he knew this was real. That this was reality. And it was what made it feel all the more unreal to him as he worked his zipper down with trembling fingers. Hoping, hoping, hoping it'd go unnoticed by his boyfriends but it didn't. How could it? Those green eyes flicked over to him only to flare with heat as hands tightened on Shouta's waist.

Hands pulling him down to his pelvis again and again. Blonde locks spread over the dark sheet like golden tendrils as Shouta bounced himself quickly on the black-haired man. Throwing his head back to show off that pretty throat of his as hips jerked up and down eagerly with a moan spilling out of Shouta deafeningly. His hair swaying and bouncing against his back, his erection tapping rhythmically against his stomach, was the most beautiful thing in the world.

There was nothing more beautiful than watching Shouta as he bounced himself on Hizashi; to watch the blonde's hips snapping up to meet the drops of his husband. He swallowed as he worked his zipper down then pulled his boxers away to reach into his boxers. Tugging himself out as he twitched in a volley in his own grasp to which he began to stroke himself slowly but surely. Loving the low, snapping groan it got out of the blonde in response to his actions.

A sound that shot right through him sending shivers down his back. He stroked himself with his eyes on the couple before him. Listening to that slick squelching as the black-haired man continued to bounce with a sense of urgency. Of eagerness. There was something to the slight shake of Shouta's hips that had him absolutely enraptured. Eager to see more, more, more of the couple who were moving desperately. Twisting, squirming, arching closer to one another.

The hands-on Shouta's waist sliding along it before sweeping up his sides to get the man to arch with a gasp. His lashes fluttering on beautifully flushed cheeks. Watching Shouta move like that was like watching something beautifully savage. Watching something that was utterly, breathtakingly beautiful. And he couldn't tear his gaze away from the couple; not even if he wanted to try at this point. Stroking himself with that slow, casual speed despite his racing breaths was a treat unlike anything else.

Having those green eyes burning at him with a look of such intense hunger and desire had him did little to help his racing, thudding heart against his chest. It did little to help the arousal he felt crackling under his skin. Watching the black-haired man bounce himself on the blonde beneath him with a moan in his throat. A beautiful, keening, needy sound that had his heart leaping in his chest with his ruined stomach fluttering.

His dick twitched in a volley in his grasp when he felt that familiar drain from his head that had him swaying in his seat slightly. He leaned back to steady himself. His hand squeezing himself even as he twitched frantically in his grasp and then the black-haired man's head was rolling to look over at him. Moaning as he began to stiffen up in his hand with pre-come welling along the slit; those eyes were watching him like he was the one making love with someone.

Watching him with a look of such intense desire, hunger, that it left him breathless as he began to stroke himself faster. Fast strokes with the quiet brush of his hand over his skin ringing out to mix in with that sharp slap of skin slapping together. The quiet squeak of a spring in the mattress. The slight, faint groan of the bedframe. The squelches punctuating each thrust downwards and upwards. Meeting in the middle with a perfect slap of their skin.

The racing, hitching pants taken by all three of them with hands pressing on Hizashi's chest. Hands sliding along Shouta's waist. His had stroking himself with his lashes fluttering in blinks that tickled his cheeks as he stared at the couple before him. Staring at them with that determination not to miss a single thing. Not to miss a single thing that could be said. Stroking himself quickly as he began to stiffen in his grasp, there was nothing he wanted more than to keep watching.

His eyes felt dry from how long he was staring but he didn't want to miss a thing. He didn't want to miss a damn thing as he stroked himself quickly with the couple before him twisting and squirming. Shouta bouncing himself with a new energy, a new speed, that left him in absolute awe of the black-haired man. He was so beautiful. And God, Hizashi was just stunning laid out beneath the black-haired man. There was nothing more addicting than watching those hips dropping down fast.

How those hips snapped upwards to hit against Shouta hard. Using just enough strength to nudge the black-haired man up lightly into the air with the man moaning enthusiastically. Ecstatically. There was such delight in those moans as Shouta pushed off on Hizashi's chest with his knees digging into the bed. That prosthetic leg shining in the light. There was an urgent, wild passion to the way Shouta bounced on his husband who merely moaned at his husband.

Hands coaxing up higher, higher, higher then slamming him down to his pelvis. Repeating the action again and again with both men moaning delightedly together in unison; the sound trembling together as Hizashi clawed up higher in volume. Forgetting himself again only to flinch as he no doubt experienced some type of feedback from his hearing aids. It sent a shiver down his back when Hizashi pressed his head back into the bed with another keening moan tearing itself out of the blonde.

Stroking himself quickly, twisting curves that were lazy and half made, he watched as Shouta's black curls bounced. His hips raising up, up, up then snapping back down. Hitting against Hizashi's pelvis fiercely again and again. The sharp slap of their skin a shot of sound in the quiet bedroom over their racing pants being taken. He listened to the quiet brush of his palm rubbing over himself as he stiffened up in his grasp to which he tightened his hold on himself.

Rolling his fingers over the head where pre-come welled along the slit with lazy circles rubbed over himself before sliding down to the base as he filled out. Loving the moans it got him from his boyfriends as he stroked himself without a drop of hesitation. A drop of shame as he leaned back in his chair and let his legs spread open with that dark eye and green eyes flashing. Nostrils flaring briefly before a moan was spilling out of Shouta as he bounced himself fast. Hard.

Riding the blonde like his damn life depended on it. Riding him like there was nothing he wanted more than to do so. As if, somehow, Shouta was getting off on all of this far more than he had let on. It was an interesting, heated thought that had him gasping in then letting out a trembling breath when he realized that it more than likely was just that. His black-haired boyfriend was getting off on this. And that was the most exciting thing about all of it.

There was something so, so amazing about knowing that his boyfriend was getting off on it. That Hizashi was either getting off on it too or getting off on Shouta's reactions. To the sight of him stroking himself without a drop of shame to him. There was something so hot about all of this that he couldn't help but wonder why he'd waited so long. Why he'd hesitated so long to ask for this. His lung was aching, itching, from his racing breaths as he tightened his grasp on his twitching erection.

Watching Shouta bounce himself so damn fast it had his head spinning. There was something mesmerizing in watching his boyfriend move with that wild, reckless abandon with his hips raising up and down, up and down, up and down. Bucking, twisting, squirming. Bouncing like his life depended on this. Like he had to do this or might just die. It was the hottest thing in the world to watch Shouta making love to someone like that. To know that his partner could take that rough treatment.

That he didn't have to be delicate or gentle like he had to be with him. But he couldn't deny that he wants Shouta to hold him. To squeeze him until his bones ached. It had him shuddering with his fingers rolling over the head of his erection. To smear away the pre-come before his fingers were sliding down his shaft to the base. Kneading at himself with fingers squeezing the base tightly, firmly, sending shivers up his back at the pleasure pooling into his ruined stomach.

A pleasure that sparked up his back as the couple before him moaned in unison again. A keening, needy sound as Shouta's hands pushed off of Hizashi's chest. Bouncing fast, fast, fast. Coming down hard, hard, hard. So hard he swore his ass was jiggling ever so slightly. His thighs shaking with him from the hard impacts. And God if it didn't have his skin lighting with fire at the rolls and dips of his lover's body. The lithe beauty of his other lover's body.

There was nothing he wanted more than to sit here and admire both of his partners bodies. Nothing he wants more. Stroking himself fast in time with his black-haired boyfriend's wild bouncing was a compulsion. Something he simply had to do. He listened to those slick squelches ringing out as his boyfriends moved together with Hizashi's hips jumping up frantically. Snapping against the black-haired man which nudged him up into the air lightly.

His ass jiggling when he was yanked down to his pelvis would never fail to leave him in awe. He watched one of Hizashi's hands sliding from Shouta's waist to grab his erection. Stroking in time with those fast, frantic bounces that the black-haired man was moving with as moans spilled out of the man. There was something utterly thrilling about the moment. Like there was a hot bubble formed around the world leaving the outside world untouchable. Unrecognizable.

He didn't think he'd find himself in this situation, that he'd be jerking himself off too it, but here it was. And there was nothing, nothing, nothing hotter than watching Shouta fuck himself on his husband with that urgency. That desperateness that had his blood flaming in his veins as he stroked himself quickly. Mindful of any sharp movements of his arm to keep from twinging his side; he had not a clue if he would be welcomed on the bed or what but he wanted to be prepared.

He didn't want to suffer a flare up when he was hoping that his boyfriends would invite him onto their big, big bed. Hoping that they would touch him the same way that they touched each other. It's all that he wants. All that he needs at that moment. He stroked his twitching erection giddily while the pair before him moaned, groaned, whined and whimpers. Grunting quietly, breathlessly with hands holding onto Shouta who moaned with his back arching.

His head thrown back as his eyes squeezed shut with brows tightly coming together. His mouth hanging open as his hips snapped up and down quickly with a hand flying up to grab at his husband's forearm. Clawing at it leaving soft red lines behind as his head turned slightly and he watched those lashes flutter viciously before lifting upwards to stare at him. To meet his gaze evenly without missing so much as a beat as that dark eye burned at him. Flamed.

A hungry desire to it that had him shuddering in his place as he fisted at himself with his fingers kneading at the base, at the rest of him, before coming up to swipe at the pre-come welling along the slit. He was so far behind his boyfriends but neither one seemed to mind in the slightest bit. If anything, that greedy hunger in their eyes when they looked at him spoke volumes. It had him absolutely breathless to have such a look aimed his way. Like he was the one bouncing on Hizashi.

Like he was the one beneath Shouta. It was a look that lit him up from the inside out as he watched Hizashi stroke Shouta fast, fast, fast. He did his best to match their pace without feeling clumsy or injuring his side as he watched the couple before him speed up their thrusts. Those claps of their skin meeting like loud, deafening shots in the quiet. The squelch of the condom and lube rubbing together. The racing, gasping pants taken in anticipation as he stroked himself fast, fast, fast with the black-haired man gasping so prettily.

Moaning again and again, each one dripping out of the black-haired man growing louder. Desperate. Needy. Eager. It had him shuddering with his hand tightening on himself as he stroked fast in time with Hizashi's fast stroking. Shouta's erection looked painful; the head was a soft, flushed red and veins stood out prominently along his shaft. As if he were so hard it was painful. The red no doubt from the blood flow and the rubbing of Hizashi's hand.

He didn't know how the couple would be able to go a third time but it would be fascinating to see nonetheless. Would Shouta top next time? It had him whimpering at his partners who whimpered and whined back at him in response. A keening, desperate sound that had him shuddering as he tightened his grasp around his twitching shaft. A light throbbing beneath his fingers as he watched his boyfriends moving faster, faster, faster together with hips flying up from the bed.

Hips snapping down causing those raised hips to wobble slightly. God, there was so much to the moment that was hotter than fucking anything as he stared at the couple before him. Trying to keep his strokes in time with that of Hizashi's the best that he could as he watched Shouta's thighs shake. Saw them flexing slightly as he bounced himself quickly on him. There was nothing he wanted more than to see the black-haired man come undone.

To see them both come undone if that was what was nearing already. There was nothing he wanted more than to watch the couple snap. To watch them come undone together while he remained on the sidelines. Even if he didn't orgasm at the same time as them, he knew that it would still be the best thing in the world. He knew they were sensitive after their first orgasms; anyone would be. He can only imagine how close the both of them were getting already as he watched that urgency rear its ugly head once more.

There was an eager desperation coloring their movements as Hizashi's hips snapped upwards and Shouta slammed down. Racing, ragged pants taken by the couple before him when Hizashi's hips wiggled before slamming up which had Shouta crying out. Throwing his head back anew with that cry cresting up as Hizashi kept his angle up with those hard thrusts upwards that bounced the black-haired man gently. Hitting at his prostate again and again if those twisting, squirming movements didn't have him riveted.

Awed. The couple hadn't breathed out a word of that promised smut talk but he knew he'd hear plenty of it in the future. They seemed far too focused on moving together than it seemed on speaking as they panted raggedly with hands pushing and pulling. Holding on and stroking. The black-haired man was dripping pre-come over Hizashi's fingers when he wasn't fast enough in wiping it away. There was something unbelievably, completely hot about it.

In watching Shouta ride Hizashi fast, hard, with his hair bouncing around his shoulder and brushing at his red cheeks. The way he tossed his head back with short, shrill cries spilling from his lips as Hizashi kept up his angle to hit at his prostate. A soft little 'ah, ah, ah!' that was growing louder with each hard thrust from the blonde. Listening to the half growled, half grunted chant of 'fuck, fuck! Yes, yes, yes!' spilling out of Hizashi who clutched at Shouta's waist.

Clawing at him leaving red lines behind as he stroked his husband quickly. It was amazing how, while he was promised dirty talk, listening to his boyfriends' dissolve into airy moans and a soft, guttural growling had him awed. More awed than if they'd said anything dirty. And then Shouta's head was raising up with hips thrusting into Hizashi's hand desperately. Urgently. Both moving, twisting, squirming together as if to get closer to one another when that dark eye was flicking over to him.

Watching him with a moan spilling out of the black-haired man deafeningly with his hair swaying, bouncing, around his shoulders. Watching the black-haired man arching, thrusting, into Hizashi's hand as the blonde jerked his hips up fast. Hard. Thrusts that hit perfectly at Shouta's prostate no doubt judging by that low, unintelligible growling leaving Hizashi as he snapped his hips up. Pressing his head into the bed with those flaming, foggy green eyes flicking over to him.

He stroked himself fast in time with Hizashi's stroking hand. There was a precipice both men were clawing their way too. It was slow but building upwards and it had him hotter than anything knowing they were reaching that peak. Knowing that they were going to come. And for the first time, he was going to experience watching both men coming at the same time. Coming over him being there. Over each other with him watching them do it.

It had his heart hammering like a fist at his chest; as if it were demanding to be let out. Thudding, thudding, thudding. His breaths were gasped down, much like the couples before him, and he was drowning under that heat that was twisting under his skin. He was drowning under the heat that was swarming under his skin. He didn't feel close to an orgasm but God if he couldn't come from watching the two of them.

Hips were moving desperately with knees digging into the bed and Hizashi's hips snapping upwards. Both moving fast, fast, fast with those soft cries leaving the both of them as Hizashi stroked his husband fast. Teeth dragging over that bottom lip of his when the blonde was throwing his head back into the bed with his mouth dropping open on a howl. His quirk activating slightly which had the picture frames rattling. The lampshades.

Even the TV rocked in its place on the dresser from the vibrations of Hizashi's cry. But it didn't seem to matter when Shouta was tensing up above the blonde with a deafening wail of his own as he stiffened up. Both slamming together with Hizashi snapping his mouth shut with teeth grinding together when Shouta's wail crested up, up, up as he ground down frantically against his husband. And then the black-haired man was coming.

Coming, coming, coming all over himself with spurt after spurt leaving the man as his balls drew up. He came so hard he swore that he could hear the come splattering onto his boyfriend's skin. Hizashi was stiff against the bed with a growl snapping out of him through his teeth; a ferocious sound but one that had him groaning at the couple. Letting himself be far more vocal that he had been this whole time. So focused on watching rather than being vocal like them.

But God, if it didn't have him gasping as he stroked himself fast, fast, fast as he watched his boyfriends come. They were beautiful. The way Shouta's jaw snapped and flexed, much like Hizashi's, with teeth gnashing together. The way black lashes fluttered against red cheeks and brows squeezed tightly together. How he swore he could see Hizashi's eyes rolling back behind fluttering eyelids as blonde lashes fluttered on red cheeks of his own.

A fain sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead and cheeks. Blonde locks sprawled over the blankets like tendrils of sunshine. Shouta's back arching with his stiff thighs shaking as he squirmed on his husband's cock. The way Hizashi held onto the black-haired man like he was his only anchor. Both stiff. Both beautiful. And then Shouta was slumping forward with a shuddering gasp being taken that rushed out far too fast.

And Hizashi, mere seconds afterwards, was slumping into the bed with a gasp of his own that sounded far too watery for his liking. He squeezed himself tightly when those blazing, foggy eyes flicked over to him; a smoldering dark eye and brilliant green. And then a wicked smirk was curling over Shouta's lips when his hips raised up, up, up with Hizashi slipping out of him with a slick squelch. The black-haired man then crawled off of Hizashi's lap while the blonde reached down to tug the filled condom off.

Sitting up to swing his legs over the bed, the slick rubber squelching and snapping at shaking fingers when Shouta began to crawl across the bed. Covered in his own come, his racing pants being taken that trembled on their way down his throat. Wild black curls spilling over his shoulders as sweat glistened on his forehead and cheeks like Hizashi's which had thin wisps of hair clinging to his face. He looked beautiful when the black-haired man reached the end of the bed. That dark eye flicking down to his erection.

His head tilting when Hizashi was crawling onto the bed with wipes in hand but the black-haired man merely leaned forward when black lashes fluttered before those mismatched eyes were looking up at him. Almost as if he could see through his ruined right eye when full lips parted further when his boyfriend cleared his throat with Hizashi pulling wipes from the pack but Shouta ignored him. Ignored him in favor of placing his hands on his knees then sliding them up his thighs.

And he found his breaths catching in his throat with an audible, choking gasp when Shouta leaned forward with that wicked smirk on his lips. How? How could one man light him aflame like this? How could both of these men make him burn hotter than he ever expected? How could he feel so much heat for two men without bursting into flames? Without being rendered into a pile of ashes? How could his boyfriend still look so hungry for something when he'd had not one but two orgasms? How was that possible?

"Ca-Can I suck your cock, To-Toshinori?" Shouta questioned breathless which had his damn heart ready to burst out of his chest. Throbbing in his ears when he squeezed his erection tightly at the offer of his boyfriend's when the black-haired man leaned forward with that wicked, breathless smirk on his lips. A sparkle to his dark eye that peered up at him hopefully. Excitedly. "I've-I've been thinkin' 'bout that too! And I'd-I'd love nothing more than to suck yo-your cock, swe-sweetheart!"

"An-And what about me, huh? Nori ca-can only go one round an-and maybe I want to-to suck his cock too!" Hizashi protested from behind the black-haired man who merely smirked wider when the blonde clicked his tongue at his husband before using the wipes to begin awkwardly cleaning Shouta's stomach and chest off as he settled next to him. Once the come was scooped off of Shouta, those green eyes peered up at him from under blonde lashes. "I wa-want to suck your co-cock too, darling!"

It was choking him up. It was like something out of a wet dream. Like something out of a porno. He hadn't watched many of those in his life but he knew the cliche scenarios that most characters found themselves in and he knew that this was possibly one of them. It had his head spinning that these two men wanted him like that. That they wanted to do that for him that it had him wobbling in his chair before clearing his throat. "Wh-Why don't you, um, bo-both rest up first? An-And catch your breath? Yo-You've made love twi-twice and I don't-"

"An-And waste this?" He hissed in a breath when Hizashi's fingers reached out then to trace along the underside of his erection as his face burned hotly. His cheeks throbbing lightly from the force of it when the blonde then grinned at him with a sparkle to those green eyes of his when he leaned forward before gently nudging his husband with his shoulder. "Ho-How about we ca-catch our breath and do so-something for you too, darling! It's on-only fair, after all!"

"Yo-You deserve to-to feel good too, swe-sweetheart." Fingers reached up then to touch his uncomfortably hot cheek when Shouta's smirk softened slightly with racing breaths being taken. It was deafening in the quiet of the bedroom when he found himself grinning shyly at his boyfriends. "Ho-How about you str-strip off and jo-join us on the bed, hmm? And we-we'll take it slowly! You ju-just tell us what you wa-want from us and we-we'll do it, yeah?"

"Yeah." He wished he could say he said it confidently. Boldly. But it was a pleading whine when Hizashi and Shouta both leaned back to crawl backwards on the bed as he stood from the chair on shaking legs. He wants these men to touch him. To caress him. To love on him the way they loved on one another as their erections twitched as they softened. All he wants is to feel good with them. And God knows that that is exactly what he planned to do with the rest of their afternoon together. He was going to lose himself to this pleasure.