Jealous?, UruhaxAoixReita
Title: Jealous?
Pairing: UruhaxAoixReita, babeh!
Author: desastreparfait
Warnings: Threesome. Slight OOC-ness. Probable lack of coherency to a certain extent.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It was plain obvious that Uruha was jealous. But truth to be told, he wasn’t sure of who. Of Reita, who had Aoi to please his every whim? Or of Aoi, who had the heart of the bassist that Uruha had fell for long before the slinky rhythm guitarist came into the picture?
Notes: As requested by venomousxeyes. I hope that this is what you want and that I don't disappoint! :D Comments would be lovely. ♥
Uruha continued to pluck furiously at his guitar strings with an unseen lividness. His fingers gripped the fret board so tightly that his knuckles turned an unnatural shade of white. He tried to look away from the scene that was bothering him so much, but he couldn’t. Part of him didn’t want to see Aoi kneading the tense muscles in Reita’s back, but the remaining part had to watch the way Aoi’s fingers gracefully and unconsciously ghosted over Reita’s sides. Because he felt a strange sort of security from watching their every move, like how a red-tailed hawk would spy on a rival that was trying to trespass into his territory.
Except that in this scenario, Uruha wasn’t the one with the right to say what was his or not. Reita was Aoi’s property, and Reita seemed to like being fussed over by Aoi. All the bleached-blond bassist had to do was get up from his seat, stretch languidly and Aoi would come rushing over to him, always eager to give his lover a back massage. And how Aoi would go buy Reita a kit-kat from the vending machine in the hallway, no questions asked, when Reita pouted pathetically during practice, a signal that he was desperately craving for something to satisfy his sweet tooth.
It was plain obvious that Uruha was jealous. But truth to be told, he wasn’t sure of who. Of Reita, who had Aoi to please his every whim? Or of Aoi, who had the heart of the bassist that Uruha had fell for long before the slinky rhythm guitarist came into the picture?
The honey-blond let out a low frustrated growl as Aoi captured Reita’s lips in a brief, chaste kiss, which was, rather unfortunately, caught by Ruki, who gave the guitarist a funny look, then shrugged and returned to his doodles in his tattered notebook. Uruha sighed, wondering when practice would end, so he could go home and drown in his self-pity and copious amounts of alcohol.
About three whole ridiculous hours later, Kai announced, “Okay bitches, practice’s over.” Ruki looked all too happy to get his ass out of there, crammed everything back into his questionable gold handbag, and haphazardly threw open the door, and before anyone could register what happened, all that was left of Ruki was the faint scent of his cologne.
Uruha was about to follow suite, neatly coiling up the wires and setting his guitar in its stand, until he heard Aoi calling for him. Just what he needed right now.
“Uruha! Wait!” The lead guitarist turned around to give the other man his iciest stare, and if he said so himself, he was pretty good at it, and he revelled at the way Aoi seemed to flinch slightly at his cold response. “Uhm, Reita and I were thinking if you’d like to go out with us for some drinks, if you want to....” Aoi’s voice trailed off when he saw that Uruha’s face hadn’t softened.
“Uruha, please? It’s been a while since we’ve gone out together.”
“Okay, fine.” Uruha sighed, defeated. Inwardly, he cursed himself for being such a pushover whenever Reita gave him that slightly crooked, hopeful smile that made his boyish face even more attractive.
“Uruha...there’s something else. Aoi and I came on his bike today, so could we use your car to get there?” Uruha merely nodded, not looking forward to the pair making out in the back seat.
So maybe Uruha was being a little judgemental, because Aoi and Reita didn’t even kiss once on the way to the club, but the honey-blond was still felt that little pang of jealously, seeing how Aoi’s hand was wrapped around Reita’s waist, discreetly caressing the skin under his lover’s white wife beater, and the way Reita rested his head on Aoi’s shoulder.
When they reached the club, Aoi, being the gentleman he was, volunteered to order the drinks, leaving Reita and Uruha in an uncomfortable silence. Reita grabbed Uruha’s hand, startling him, and he turned to look at the shorter male. “Look, Uruha, I’ve been your friend for the longest time now, and I know something’s bothering you. If you need someone to talk to, you know that you can always tell me, right?”
Uruha opened his mouth to speak, wanting to reassure Reita that there was nothing wrong, and that was when Aoi came back. He sure had bad timing.
About 3 drinks later, Uruha wasn’t feeling much better than before. Aoi and Reita were ravishing each other’s mouths right in front of him, their alcohol-addled mind losing all control over their bodies, and although his brain was trying its best to inform him that he shouldn’t be enjoying this, he couldn’t ignore the ache that was starting to develop in between his legs.
He squirmed around a bit, doing his best (but failing miserably) to hide his prominent hard-on.
“Uru-kun, come and join us.” Aoi breathed, looking straight at Uruha. He considered if Aoi was so drunk that he had become a tad delirious, but the way Aoi was looking at him with sharp piercing eyes, he was pretty sure that the dark-haired male was serious.
“We know that you want us. Both of us.” Reita turned to look at Uruha, kiss-swollen lips slightly parted, and Uruha couldn’t resist but to lean over the table and take Reita’s lips roughly between his, enjoying the way Reita submitted to him at once, groaning slightly at the intoxicating taste of Reita, enhanced further by the hint of alcohol that the bleached blond had consumed earlier. He nipped lightly at the other’s bottom lip, delighting in the way Reita moaned.
Aoi smirked, hand reaching in between Uruha’s legs, giving the rather large bulge he found there a teasing squeeze, the smirk on his lips widening even more when Uruha blushed as he broke the kiss. “Shouldn’t we take this somewhere more private?”
The trio barely made their way out of the club without causing a scene, Aoi hitting someone on the way out and Reita insisting that Uruha should continue kissing him. Uruha vaguely contemplated how they even made it back to Aoi’s apartment without killing themselves in their less than sober state.
The moment Aoi unlocked his heavy front door, Uruha wasted no time, slamming Reita against the wall and rubbing himself against Reita’s thigh, the slightest of smirks gracing his features as he felt Reita’s bulge press against his own.
He faintly remembered Aoi chuckling slightly at his neediness, followed by the raven-haired guitarist fisting his hand in Uruha’s blond locks, causing the other guitarist to turn his head, lips meeting Aoi’s pouty ones in a brutal kiss, neither wanting to give in to the other. Uruha had to admit, he liked kissing Aoi as much as kissing Reita. While Reita was happy to submit, Aoi liked to fight a bit, trying to grasp onto whatever control he had, and Uruha always liked a challenge.
When they parted, Aoi was panting slightly, only to have his lips crushed against Reita’s. Uruha watched, entranced at how their tongues would tangle, exploring each other’s mouths, tasting each other, and he let a throaty moan filter from between his lips.
Reita heard him, and whispered something that Uruha couldn’t quite make out to Aoi. Aoi seemed to agree with his boyfriend, looked at Uruha with heavy-lidded eyes, and simply told him, “Bedroom.”
They stumbled through the hall into Aoi’s bedroom, limbs remaining entwined along the way. As soon as Aoi shut the door behind them, Reita pushed Uruha into the nearest chair, and grabbed at Uruha’s belt, fumbling with the heavy buckle. Uruha let out an amused laugh.
“Watch him, Uruha. Look how eager he is to please you, how he wants to have your cock in his mouth.” Uruha shivered slightly at the tone of Aoi’s voice, which had taken a deeper, sultrier feel to it than normal. He gasped out, and looked down to see Reita rubbing him through his boxers. The bassist seemed to realise that Uruha wanted more than just a little fondling from him, so he proceeded to drag Uruha’s boxers off the guitarist, deliberately taking his time so that the material grazed across Uruha’s cock with that little bit of friction, just enough to tease him but not deriving any real pleasure from it.
Uruha groaned wantonly as his dick was exposed to the cool air of Aoi’s room, and it dropped to a low growl as Reita experimentally licked across the slit on the head, tasting Uruha on his tongue. Uruha whimpered as Aoi grabbed his chin and pulled him back for another of those kisses that Uruha was beginning to crave for. Now he understood why Reita and Aoi just couldn’t get enough of each other when given the opportunity.
The rhythm guitarist swallowed his moan as Reita took as much of him as he possibly could into his mouth, using his hand to stroke whatever he couldn’t cover. Uruha came undone under Reita’s ministrations, and was reduced to a mess of keening whimpers and moans when Reita picked up the pace, sucking hard on the sensitive head, and Uruha felt his cock twitch a little, leaking pre-cum in Reita’s mouth. He was about to come, but that was when Reita ceased all motion, and Uruha could hear himself whining, though he couldn’t really care less; he was so close, dammit!
“Rei-kun, would you be a good boy and prepare yourself for me?” Aoi asked, full lips turned up in a seductive grin.
“Anything for you, babe.” Reita mumbled against Aoi lips as the smaller male pulled him up in a sloppy passionate open-mouth kiss. Uruha had never seen this side of Reita before, if a bit sluttish, but he definitely liked it all the same. He watched, transfixed, as Reita made a show of slowly removing his wife beater, revealing smooth skin and taut muscle bit by bit, and it was driving Uruha insane, more so when Aoi naughtily reached from behind to pinch his nipples simultaneously.
As Reita’s hands made their way to his buckle, he paused for a second, looked up at the two guitarists, lust clearly evident in those intense eyes of his. He gradually slipped the belt through the loops, and dragged the zip open, shimmying out of his jeans and boxers, before stepping out of them, getting on to the bed and leaning against the headboard, spreading his legs for all to see like a wanton whore.
The bleached-blond’s hand dove under the pillow, knowing fully that he’d find a tube of lube there after a bit of rummaging. He flipped open the cap, the fruity scent of the flavoured lube greeting Uruha’s nostrils as he watched Reita squeeze a liberal amount of the viscous fluid onto his fingers. Reita bit his bottom lip as he lowered his slick fingers in between his legs, whimpering somewhat at the burn he felt when he eased three fingers inside himself.
Uruha’s head lolled against Aoi’s shoulder as Aoi started nibbling his earlobe, tugging on the numerous piercings he found there, while stroking Uruha’s cock at a pace that Uruha felt was too slow for his liking. He pressed his hips forward to meet with Aoi’s hand, just as he saw Reita arch off the bed when the bassist’s own fingers found that one spot that would cause him to go crazy with lust.
“Aoi...,” Reita panted, face flushed, still continuing to fuck himself with those long fingers of his, “I...want you...n-now.” A long moan was drawn from his throat as his fingers brushed against his sweet spot once again, whatever self-control he had left dissipating into the night air.
Aoi gave Uruha’s dick one last fleeting stroke and his ear a sort of apologetic lick, as if to say ‘you’ll get your turn soon’, then got up from behind Uruha, making quick work of his clothes, tossing the various garments to the ground, not exactly caring where they landed. Aoi reached into his bedside drawer, fishing out a handful of condoms, taking one and dumping the rest quite carelessly on the bed.
He clambered onto the bed, where Reita was looking at him expectantly. Aoi flipped Reita around, so that he was on his hands and knees. The guitarist ripped open the condom wrapper without hesitation, unrolled the latex on his throbbing cock, hastily slicking himself with lube and pushed himself into his lover’s tight hole ever so carefully, not wanting to hurt the other man more than he had to, and both of them moaned at the feeling. All the while, Uruha couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight before him, his hand involuntarily settling between his legs, touching himself as Aoi worked out a rhythm, the sounds of skin against skin filling the dimly-lit room.
And then Reita screamed, when Aoi pushed himself all the way in, hitting that very spot that had Reita seeing stars.
Uruha continued to pleasure himself, though he couldn’t help but wonder where he was going to fit in this. As if on cue, Aoi turned to look at the other guitarist, pink tongue coming out to lick at dry lips, before breathing out, “Uruha...f-fuck me now. Please. No time for prep.”
The honey-blond stood up immediately, not bothering with his shirt. His hands scrambled around for the forgotten tube of lube, his trademark grin breaking out on his lips as he hurriedly rolled a condom on and lubed himself up, grabbed Aoi’s hips and slid himself inside gently and the other man whimpered. Aoi was extremely tight, tighter than anyone he had ever been with. A small tear escaped from the corner of Aoi’s eye, and Uruha decided to wait for a while before moving, leaving a trail of kisses on Aoi’s neck to distract him from the pain of being stretched so suddenly.
“Move, now.” Aoi demanded through clenched teeth, and Uruha pulled out, and plunged back in to the hilt hard, the force of his thrust making both Reita and Aoi moan out loud, and in a way, it almost felt like fucking both of them. He started out a fast rhythm, Aoi following it not long after, causing Reita to moan unashamedly.
All it took was a quick twist of Aoi’s wrist combined with his black-painted nail pressing into the slit of Reita’s neglected dick, and the bassist came, screaming as thick white fluid soiled the sheets below him.
Aoi continued to pound into the pliant, over-sensitized body beneath him, and he felt sorry for Reita because it wasn’t easy holding himself up like that after coming so hard. He groaned when Reita squeezed around his length and Uruha thrust hard into him, hitting his sweet spot, and came hard, spilling his load in the latex sheath. His muscles clenched around Uruha’s cock, and the other guitarist followed behind shortly.
The three of them collapsed onto the bed, which was a tad cramped at the moment because it was made for two people at the most, recovering from their blissful high.
“Aoi, Uruha, get your heavy asses off me now.” Reita grumbled, trying to extract himself from beneath the other two men.
Aoi mumbled a feeble ‘sorry’ and Uruha gave him an apologetic look, removing themselves from atop the currently very squashed bassist.
Uruha was dreading this moment, but it was bound to happen anyway, so he decided to get it over with. “So...was this a one-time thing?” He prodded warily, bracing himself for the answer.
“It’s anything you want it to be, but Rei and I sure don’t think of it as a mere 'one-time thing', right?” Reita nodded in confirmation.
Uruha smiled, then contentedly finished, “Then we don’t have a thing to worry about.”
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A/N: I realised it was quite ambitious of me to write such a long fic and a threesome after not writing for practically aeons. D: I hope it turned out okay though. :)
Pairing: UruhaxAoixReita, babeh!
Author: desastreparfait
Warnings: Threesome. Slight OOC-ness. Probable lack of coherency to a certain extent.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It was plain obvious that Uruha was jealous. But truth to be told, he wasn’t sure of who. Of Reita, who had Aoi to please his every whim? Or of Aoi, who had the heart of the bassist that Uruha had fell for long before the slinky rhythm guitarist came into the picture?
Notes: As requested by venomousxeyes. I hope that this is what you want and that I don't disappoint! :D Comments would be lovely. ♥
Uruha continued to pluck furiously at his guitar strings with an unseen lividness. His fingers gripped the fret board so tightly that his knuckles turned an unnatural shade of white. He tried to look away from the scene that was bothering him so much, but he couldn’t. Part of him didn’t want to see Aoi kneading the tense muscles in Reita’s back, but the remaining part had to watch the way Aoi’s fingers gracefully and unconsciously ghosted over Reita’s sides. Because he felt a strange sort of security from watching their every move, like how a red-tailed hawk would spy on a rival that was trying to trespass into his territory.
Except that in this scenario, Uruha wasn’t the one with the right to say what was his or not. Reita was Aoi’s property, and Reita seemed to like being fussed over by Aoi. All the bleached-blond bassist had to do was get up from his seat, stretch languidly and Aoi would come rushing over to him, always eager to give his lover a back massage. And how Aoi would go buy Reita a kit-kat from the vending machine in the hallway, no questions asked, when Reita pouted pathetically during practice, a signal that he was desperately craving for something to satisfy his sweet tooth.
It was plain obvious that Uruha was jealous. But truth to be told, he wasn’t sure of who. Of Reita, who had Aoi to please his every whim? Or of Aoi, who had the heart of the bassist that Uruha had fell for long before the slinky rhythm guitarist came into the picture?
The honey-blond let out a low frustrated growl as Aoi captured Reita’s lips in a brief, chaste kiss, which was, rather unfortunately, caught by Ruki, who gave the guitarist a funny look, then shrugged and returned to his doodles in his tattered notebook. Uruha sighed, wondering when practice would end, so he could go home and drown in his self-pity and copious amounts of alcohol.
About three whole ridiculous hours later, Kai announced, “Okay bitches, practice’s over.” Ruki looked all too happy to get his ass out of there, crammed everything back into his questionable gold handbag, and haphazardly threw open the door, and before anyone could register what happened, all that was left of Ruki was the faint scent of his cologne.
Uruha was about to follow suite, neatly coiling up the wires and setting his guitar in its stand, until he heard Aoi calling for him. Just what he needed right now.
“Uruha! Wait!” The lead guitarist turned around to give the other man his iciest stare, and if he said so himself, he was pretty good at it, and he revelled at the way Aoi seemed to flinch slightly at his cold response. “Uhm, Reita and I were thinking if you’d like to go out with us for some drinks, if you want to....” Aoi’s voice trailed off when he saw that Uruha’s face hadn’t softened.
“Uruha, please? It’s been a while since we’ve gone out together.”
“Okay, fine.” Uruha sighed, defeated. Inwardly, he cursed himself for being such a pushover whenever Reita gave him that slightly crooked, hopeful smile that made his boyish face even more attractive.
“Uruha...there’s something else. Aoi and I came on his bike today, so could we use your car to get there?” Uruha merely nodded, not looking forward to the pair making out in the back seat.
So maybe Uruha was being a little judgemental, because Aoi and Reita didn’t even kiss once on the way to the club, but the honey-blond was still felt that little pang of jealously, seeing how Aoi’s hand was wrapped around Reita’s waist, discreetly caressing the skin under his lover’s white wife beater, and the way Reita rested his head on Aoi’s shoulder.
When they reached the club, Aoi, being the gentleman he was, volunteered to order the drinks, leaving Reita and Uruha in an uncomfortable silence. Reita grabbed Uruha’s hand, startling him, and he turned to look at the shorter male. “Look, Uruha, I’ve been your friend for the longest time now, and I know something’s bothering you. If you need someone to talk to, you know that you can always tell me, right?”
Uruha opened his mouth to speak, wanting to reassure Reita that there was nothing wrong, and that was when Aoi came back. He sure had bad timing.
About 3 drinks later, Uruha wasn’t feeling much better than before. Aoi and Reita were ravishing each other’s mouths right in front of him, their alcohol-addled mind losing all control over their bodies, and although his brain was trying its best to inform him that he shouldn’t be enjoying this, he couldn’t ignore the ache that was starting to develop in between his legs.
He squirmed around a bit, doing his best (but failing miserably) to hide his prominent hard-on.
“Uru-kun, come and join us.” Aoi breathed, looking straight at Uruha. He considered if Aoi was so drunk that he had become a tad delirious, but the way Aoi was looking at him with sharp piercing eyes, he was pretty sure that the dark-haired male was serious.
“We know that you want us. Both of us.” Reita turned to look at Uruha, kiss-swollen lips slightly parted, and Uruha couldn’t resist but to lean over the table and take Reita’s lips roughly between his, enjoying the way Reita submitted to him at once, groaning slightly at the intoxicating taste of Reita, enhanced further by the hint of alcohol that the bleached blond had consumed earlier. He nipped lightly at the other’s bottom lip, delighting in the way Reita moaned.
Aoi smirked, hand reaching in between Uruha’s legs, giving the rather large bulge he found there a teasing squeeze, the smirk on his lips widening even more when Uruha blushed as he broke the kiss. “Shouldn’t we take this somewhere more private?”
The trio barely made their way out of the club without causing a scene, Aoi hitting someone on the way out and Reita insisting that Uruha should continue kissing him. Uruha vaguely contemplated how they even made it back to Aoi’s apartment without killing themselves in their less than sober state.
The moment Aoi unlocked his heavy front door, Uruha wasted no time, slamming Reita against the wall and rubbing himself against Reita’s thigh, the slightest of smirks gracing his features as he felt Reita’s bulge press against his own.
He faintly remembered Aoi chuckling slightly at his neediness, followed by the raven-haired guitarist fisting his hand in Uruha’s blond locks, causing the other guitarist to turn his head, lips meeting Aoi’s pouty ones in a brutal kiss, neither wanting to give in to the other. Uruha had to admit, he liked kissing Aoi as much as kissing Reita. While Reita was happy to submit, Aoi liked to fight a bit, trying to grasp onto whatever control he had, and Uruha always liked a challenge.
When they parted, Aoi was panting slightly, only to have his lips crushed against Reita’s. Uruha watched, entranced at how their tongues would tangle, exploring each other’s mouths, tasting each other, and he let a throaty moan filter from between his lips.
Reita heard him, and whispered something that Uruha couldn’t quite make out to Aoi. Aoi seemed to agree with his boyfriend, looked at Uruha with heavy-lidded eyes, and simply told him, “Bedroom.”
They stumbled through the hall into Aoi’s bedroom, limbs remaining entwined along the way. As soon as Aoi shut the door behind them, Reita pushed Uruha into the nearest chair, and grabbed at Uruha’s belt, fumbling with the heavy buckle. Uruha let out an amused laugh.
“Watch him, Uruha. Look how eager he is to please you, how he wants to have your cock in his mouth.” Uruha shivered slightly at the tone of Aoi’s voice, which had taken a deeper, sultrier feel to it than normal. He gasped out, and looked down to see Reita rubbing him through his boxers. The bassist seemed to realise that Uruha wanted more than just a little fondling from him, so he proceeded to drag Uruha’s boxers off the guitarist, deliberately taking his time so that the material grazed across Uruha’s cock with that little bit of friction, just enough to tease him but not deriving any real pleasure from it.
Uruha groaned wantonly as his dick was exposed to the cool air of Aoi’s room, and it dropped to a low growl as Reita experimentally licked across the slit on the head, tasting Uruha on his tongue. Uruha whimpered as Aoi grabbed his chin and pulled him back for another of those kisses that Uruha was beginning to crave for. Now he understood why Reita and Aoi just couldn’t get enough of each other when given the opportunity.
The rhythm guitarist swallowed his moan as Reita took as much of him as he possibly could into his mouth, using his hand to stroke whatever he couldn’t cover. Uruha came undone under Reita’s ministrations, and was reduced to a mess of keening whimpers and moans when Reita picked up the pace, sucking hard on the sensitive head, and Uruha felt his cock twitch a little, leaking pre-cum in Reita’s mouth. He was about to come, but that was when Reita ceased all motion, and Uruha could hear himself whining, though he couldn’t really care less; he was so close, dammit!
“Rei-kun, would you be a good boy and prepare yourself for me?” Aoi asked, full lips turned up in a seductive grin.
“Anything for you, babe.” Reita mumbled against Aoi lips as the smaller male pulled him up in a sloppy passionate open-mouth kiss. Uruha had never seen this side of Reita before, if a bit sluttish, but he definitely liked it all the same. He watched, transfixed, as Reita made a show of slowly removing his wife beater, revealing smooth skin and taut muscle bit by bit, and it was driving Uruha insane, more so when Aoi naughtily reached from behind to pinch his nipples simultaneously.
As Reita’s hands made their way to his buckle, he paused for a second, looked up at the two guitarists, lust clearly evident in those intense eyes of his. He gradually slipped the belt through the loops, and dragged the zip open, shimmying out of his jeans and boxers, before stepping out of them, getting on to the bed and leaning against the headboard, spreading his legs for all to see like a wanton whore.
The bleached-blond’s hand dove under the pillow, knowing fully that he’d find a tube of lube there after a bit of rummaging. He flipped open the cap, the fruity scent of the flavoured lube greeting Uruha’s nostrils as he watched Reita squeeze a liberal amount of the viscous fluid onto his fingers. Reita bit his bottom lip as he lowered his slick fingers in between his legs, whimpering somewhat at the burn he felt when he eased three fingers inside himself.
Uruha’s head lolled against Aoi’s shoulder as Aoi started nibbling his earlobe, tugging on the numerous piercings he found there, while stroking Uruha’s cock at a pace that Uruha felt was too slow for his liking. He pressed his hips forward to meet with Aoi’s hand, just as he saw Reita arch off the bed when the bassist’s own fingers found that one spot that would cause him to go crazy with lust.
“Aoi...,” Reita panted, face flushed, still continuing to fuck himself with those long fingers of his, “I...want you...n-now.” A long moan was drawn from his throat as his fingers brushed against his sweet spot once again, whatever self-control he had left dissipating into the night air.
Aoi gave Uruha’s dick one last fleeting stroke and his ear a sort of apologetic lick, as if to say ‘you’ll get your turn soon’, then got up from behind Uruha, making quick work of his clothes, tossing the various garments to the ground, not exactly caring where they landed. Aoi reached into his bedside drawer, fishing out a handful of condoms, taking one and dumping the rest quite carelessly on the bed.
He clambered onto the bed, where Reita was looking at him expectantly. Aoi flipped Reita around, so that he was on his hands and knees. The guitarist ripped open the condom wrapper without hesitation, unrolled the latex on his throbbing cock, hastily slicking himself with lube and pushed himself into his lover’s tight hole ever so carefully, not wanting to hurt the other man more than he had to, and both of them moaned at the feeling. All the while, Uruha couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight before him, his hand involuntarily settling between his legs, touching himself as Aoi worked out a rhythm, the sounds of skin against skin filling the dimly-lit room.
And then Reita screamed, when Aoi pushed himself all the way in, hitting that very spot that had Reita seeing stars.
Uruha continued to pleasure himself, though he couldn’t help but wonder where he was going to fit in this. As if on cue, Aoi turned to look at the other guitarist, pink tongue coming out to lick at dry lips, before breathing out, “Uruha...f-fuck me now. Please. No time for prep.”
The honey-blond stood up immediately, not bothering with his shirt. His hands scrambled around for the forgotten tube of lube, his trademark grin breaking out on his lips as he hurriedly rolled a condom on and lubed himself up, grabbed Aoi’s hips and slid himself inside gently and the other man whimpered. Aoi was extremely tight, tighter than anyone he had ever been with. A small tear escaped from the corner of Aoi’s eye, and Uruha decided to wait for a while before moving, leaving a trail of kisses on Aoi’s neck to distract him from the pain of being stretched so suddenly.
“Move, now.” Aoi demanded through clenched teeth, and Uruha pulled out, and plunged back in to the hilt hard, the force of his thrust making both Reita and Aoi moan out loud, and in a way, it almost felt like fucking both of them. He started out a fast rhythm, Aoi following it not long after, causing Reita to moan unashamedly.
All it took was a quick twist of Aoi’s wrist combined with his black-painted nail pressing into the slit of Reita’s neglected dick, and the bassist came, screaming as thick white fluid soiled the sheets below him.
Aoi continued to pound into the pliant, over-sensitized body beneath him, and he felt sorry for Reita because it wasn’t easy holding himself up like that after coming so hard. He groaned when Reita squeezed around his length and Uruha thrust hard into him, hitting his sweet spot, and came hard, spilling his load in the latex sheath. His muscles clenched around Uruha’s cock, and the other guitarist followed behind shortly.
The three of them collapsed onto the bed, which was a tad cramped at the moment because it was made for two people at the most, recovering from their blissful high.
“Aoi, Uruha, get your heavy asses off me now.” Reita grumbled, trying to extract himself from beneath the other two men.
Aoi mumbled a feeble ‘sorry’ and Uruha gave him an apologetic look, removing themselves from atop the currently very squashed bassist.
Uruha was dreading this moment, but it was bound to happen anyway, so he decided to get it over with. “So...was this a one-time thing?” He prodded warily, bracing himself for the answer.
“It’s anything you want it to be, but Rei and I sure don’t think of it as a mere 'one-time thing', right?” Reita nodded in confirmation.
Uruha smiled, then contentedly finished, “Then we don’t have a thing to worry about.”
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A/N: I realised it was quite ambitious of me to write such a long fic and a threesome after not writing for practically aeons. D: I hope it turned out okay though. :)