A Risk Worth Taking
A Risk Worth Taking
NC-17 for threesome porn
Yamapi/Ueda/Jin (Pinda)
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Warnings: the Almighty Yamapeen, semi-Dictator!Ueda and a smidge of Jinnifer.
Notes: For space-sick for je-squickfic 2009. I wrote this over a few days while I was dying of the plague, so many thanks to beltenebra for making sure it didn't suck ;D This was also a) my first time writing my ultimate OT3 and b) my first time letting anybody else top Ueda in an Actual Fic. *holds him* I'll let you regain your manliness soon, Tat-chan ♥ ;_;
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The lip gloss is tinted, a shade that matches the red of the short dress. A thick black belt clicks fastened, a couple of inches below where the padded bra ends - the padding would not ordinarily be necessary, but he is coming over, and he does like his girls to have decent chests. Brown hair is shoulder-length and therefore only needs styling tonight, and Jin sits in front of the dressing table, tucking the ends of his hair under instead of out so that the strands frame his face. It’s not as good as a wig for truly getting into role, but tonight a wig would be too much of an encumbrance.
The dress is covered with leopard print, and for a moment Jin has difficulty deciding what to wear on his legs before deciding that it probably doesn’t matter anyway and sliding stockings over his smooth skin. The final touch - heeled shoes that accentuate the shape of his legs - is all that is needed, and Jinnifer turns a little in front of the mirror, scrutinising her appearance before nodding a little. Yes.
The door bell rings five minutes before he is due to arrive, and Jin is glad that Jinnifer is better at being ready in advance than her male counterpart; he wouldn’t like it if things were not ready.
There is a moment of surprise, however, when the person on the other side of the door is not who was expected.
“Pi?” Jin’s glossed mouth falls open as his best friend looks wide-eyed at his - her - appearance. “It’s Thursday. Movie night is Friday.”
“I’m not here for movie night,” Yamapi says, his voice a little strained as his eyes flicker down to Jin’s - Jinnifer’s - stockinged legs and then back up to where brown hair frames a face that looks more effeminate than usual yet still undeniably Jin. “I came to see you.”
“Oh.” Jin absorbs this information, and then nods. “Well, it’ll cost you.” Jinnifer turns her back on the dazed-looking man on the doorstep and steps inside. “Jinnifer-sama does not come cheap, you know.”
There is a bottle of champagne already on ice in a metal bucket on the table, and two crystal champagne flutes. As Yamapi busies himself with removing his hat, coat, scarf and shoes, Jin takes a moment to contemplate events. Even though this was not the evening he had planned, Pi is still Pi and not even Jinnifer can turn away Jin’s best friend.
The decision is made easier when Yamapi steps up, so close that they can feel the warmth of each other’s bodies through the material of their clothes. He lowers his head to press his nose into Jinnifer’s hair and inhales, arms to either side of Jinnifer’s waist with his hands leaning against the table, essentially trapping her there.
“You smell good,” Pi murmurs, and Jinnifer twists her hands, uncorking the bottle with barely a noise. The Moët sparkles in the tall flutes and as Yamapi accepts the glass he regards Jinnifer with a quizzical expression. “When did you learn how to pour champagne so well?”
Jinnifer doesn’t answer; instead, she takes a sip of her wine before setting the crystal flute back down on the table. There is a smear of lip gloss on the rim, but it goes unheeded as Yamapi pulls a little on Jinnifer’s hip to turn her around to face him.
Yamapi’s face is close, his lips moistened with champagne. He opens his mouth to speak, “Is it okay if I k-” but Jinnifer moves first, glossed lips sliding across Yamapi’s in a move that is so soft that it seems out of place with the rest of Jinnifer’s persona.
Yamapi’s eyes fall shut as their tongues meet, and he can taste the sweet-yet-dry taste of the champagne mixed with a flavour that has to be just ‘Jin’. His arms snake around Jinnifer’s sides and there’s an alarming moment where the table wobbles as they lean against it, but Jinnifer’s lip gloss smears and their breathing grows faster and…
“Starting without me, I see.” A voice comes from the doorway and Jin’s eyes snap open because shit, shit, it has only been a few minutes and already he’d forgotten that the whole reason for bringing Jinnifer out tonight was-
“Dictator-sama,” Jinnifer says in a husky voice as she leans against the table. “Please forgive me.” Her apology is not remotely sincere.
Ueda shrugs, stepping into the room and inclining his head to acknowledge Yamapi’s presence. “I might.”
Yamapi does not look as surprised at Ueda’s arrival as Jin thinks he should. Instead, he takes another sip of champagne before setting his own glass down and stepping a short distance away from Jinnifer.
“Go to your room,” Ueda says, and Jinnifer blinks, but then inclines her head and walks across in front of the two men, glancing up at them through mascara-coated eyelashes, a pout on her lips - although the effect is somewhat marred by the reddish smear where the tinted gloss is smudged across her cheek. She enters the bedroom, but leaves the door open.
“Is he always this obedient when you’re around?” Yamapi asks Ueda, staring at the empty doorway. Ueda grins a little.
“Jinnifer’s on her best behaviour tonight,” he explains to Yamapi’s puzzled look, and then glances at the doorway too. The corner of the bed is just visible, and from the way the covers shift it is evident that Jinnifer has sat on the bed. “Or,” Ueda amends, “as well-behaved as she gets.”
Yamapi’s eyes flicker over to Ueda, who is regarding him with a neutral expression. Yamapi shifts a little, feet moving from side to side; they both know a different part of Jin, and Yamapi is not certain how well the two will merge.
Ueda doesn’t do flowery words of reassurance in situations like these. Instead he steps forward, tilting his head up and tangling his hand in Yamapi’s hair, pulling the other man’s head down just enough for their lips to meet. Kissing Ueda is an altogether different experience: more forceful, more overwhelming, and Yamapi finds himself kissing back, hard, fighting to reassert himself.
Yamapi finds himself being guided backwards as his hands grip Ueda’s shoulders, and moments later his back connects with the door frame leading into the bedroom. Ueda grinds against him, and Yamapi opens his eyes a crack to see Jinnifer watching them, on her knees on the bed. Her legs slightly parted and the dress is stretched taut enough for Yamapi to be fully aware of Jin’s hardening cock. His mind tangles for a moment - is it Jinnifer, Jin-in-a-dress, Jin? - before Ueda’s hand squeezes him and Yamapi realises that he’s grown hard and involuntarily flexes his hips, pushing against Ueda’s touch.
“Go put her mouth to good use,” Ueda mutters in Yamapi’s ear, giving another squeeze before stepping back.
The distance from the doorway to the bed is both impossibly long and nonexistent at the same time. The first step takes a lifetime; then Yamapi blinks and his knees are pressed up against the mattress, and Jinnifer is prowling toward him on all fours, mouth and tongue outlining the shape of Yamapi’s arousal through his pants, breath hot through the material. Yamapi feels himself grow harder still, and his pants are getting uncomfortable. “Jin,” he says, and something flickers in the eyes looking up at him, eyes framed with mascara and lined with kohl. “Jin,” Yamapi tries again, “suck me.”
It’s difficult to concentrate very much beyond that, because the feeling of those lips, that mouth, that tongue and the hot, wet suction are all very good reasons to be distracted. Yamapi only realises he’s closed his eyes once he feels Jin swallow around him and his eyes snap open again. Jin moans, and Yamapi looks up further to see that Ueda is kneeling at the other end of the bed, the fingers of one hand slicked with lubricant while the other hand runs up the back of Jin’s thighs, pushing the red material of the dress out of the way before Ueda glances up and catches Yamapi watching.
“White silk panties,” Ueda comments for Yamapi’s benefit, running his fingers over the material, making Jin moan around Yamapi’s cock once more. “Looks like you enjoy letting Yamashita fuck your mouth, Akanishi,” Ueda continues with a faint smirk. “I wonder how much more you’ll enjoy it with his cock in your ass, instead.” He tugs at the panties and Jin shifts a little, enabling Ueda to remove them using only one hand before circling his slicked fingers around Jin’s entrance.
“Stop sucking him off,” Ueda says, and Jin promptly obeys, cheeks flushed and eyes half-closed as he struggles not to push back against the teasing pressure against his ass. Yamapi’s hand touches Jin’s jaw briefly as he moves to join Ueda at the far end of the bed, and then Ueda’s voice speaks up again, fingers pulling away. “Jin, lose the dress.”
Jin glances over his shoulder; Ueda’s toned muscles are a soft gold in the bedroom light, and Yamapi is kicking off his pants properly. Jinnifer’s playtime ended long ago; Jin peels the dress off and tosses it and the underwear over to join the previously-discarded shoes. He gets back onto the bed and grabs Ueda’s jaw, angling him for a kiss; Jinnifer might do what Dictator-sama says, but Jin has his own ideas.
Ueda’s teeth scrape across Jin’s lower lip a second before biting down - not hard, but enough to serve as a reminder of who is in charge, here. Jin pulls back, and Ueda motions with one finger for Jin to turn around again.
Applying yet more lubricant to his fingers and the cleft of Jin’s ass, Ueda slides one and then two fingers in, twisting and scissoring in a practised manner. Then Yamapi, too, slicks up the fingers of one hand and slides a finger in alongside Ueda’s, crooking the digit just so and Jin’s voice is suddenly loud in what had previously been a fairly quiet room.
“Don’t stop,” Jin says, lowering his head onto his forearms resting on the bed. His words are not ignored; Yamapi adds another finger, and Jin feels the sweat forming on his back trickling down towards his shoulder blades, but it is an irrelevant irritation in comparison with the shocks travelling down his spine from the brush of Pi’s and Ueda’s fingers again, again…
Ueda glances over in surprise when Yamapi’s free hand wraps around Ueda’s erection and begins to slowly pump his length, wrist moving smoothly. On seeing the look on the other man’s face, Yamapi wonders if he’s perhaps misjudged and loosens his grip, but Ueda’s hand suddenly grips his forearm, keeping him in place long enough for the message to get through. When he releases his grip on Yamapi’s wrist, Ueda pulls his hands away from both Yamapi and Jin (prompting a whine from the latter) and leans a little to the side, fetching tissues and a condom in its foil wrapper from the bedside table. Since one hand is still slick with lubricant and Yamapi is otherwise occupied, Ueda tears the packet open with one hand and his teeth, before rolling the condom on to Yamapi’s cock and slicking it with lube once more, before wiping the excess lube from his hand.
“Fuck him,” Ueda says, his voice softer and less demanding as he slowly thrusts into the tunnel of Yamapi’s fist.
“Please,” Jin adds, sweat trickling down his face, painfully aroused. “Yes, please, Pi, I want-” although exactly what Jin wants is cut off in favour of a long, drawn-out moan, with his head thrown back and eyes closed. It’s almost too much despite the preparation, and Jin’s breath catches in his throat as he adjusts to Yamapi’s cock deep inside him before he pushes back against the other man. It should be weird, Jin’s certain it should, because this is Pi and not Ueda, this is his best friend there with them, and Ueda even encouraged putting ‘Jinnifer’ away; does this mean… does this…?
Serious thought should never be attempted during sex, however, and Jin feels Ueda’s familiar, slightly calloused fingers wrap around his neglected cock and pump in time with Yamapi’s thrusts. “About fucking time,” Jin growls, and Ueda’s hand stills. “Sorry,” Jin adds hastily, and he hears a small laugh before Ueda’s hand starts to move again.
Yamapi catches eye contact with Ueda when he can focus again after acclimatising to the feeling of being immersed in Jin’s tight heat, and at Ueda’s gesture, nods his understanding and places both hands on Jin’s hips, leaning backwards until he is sitting back on his heels and Jin is on his lap, aided by Ueda’s hands on Jin’s shoulders.
“Is it good?” Ueda asks, one hand holding Jin’s shoulder and the other cupping his face, thumb pushing against Jin’s lips until Jin’s tongue flickers out to lick at Ueda’s hand, sucking his thumb into his mouth before biting hard enough for Ueda to pull away. “Tell Yamashita how good it feels,” Ueda says, trailing his hand across Jin’s chest.
“He’s so big,” Jin says, and Ueda keeps his eyes on Yamapi’s expression over Jin’s shoulder. “His hands, his mouth, his cock, Tat-chan, even you wouldn’t mind him inside you, he’s… ahh there, right there,” Jin’s face contorts briefly as Yamapi shifts. “I’ve wanted this so bad, Tatsuya, he… we…” Jin trails off into a whine as Ueda’s hand wraps around his erection for the second time that evening, squeezing and pulling and touching just right, and then Ueda’s face is pressed into Jin’s neck and he bites down on Jin’s shoulder as Yamapi’s hand finds Ueda’s cock again.
Yamapi feels close, so close, and he presses his face against the nape of Jin’s neck, inhaling the scent of Jin’s shampoo. He feels a hand on his head and glances up to see Ueda reaching around Jin to tangle his fingers in Yamapi’s hair. Yamapi allows himself to be pulled forward, his mouth pressing against Ueda’s, and then Jin cries out and his head tilts back against Yamapi’s shoulder, come spattering across Ueda’s hand and muscled stomach.
The constriction of Jin’s muscles around Yamapi’s cock steals his breath, and Yamapi breaks away from his kiss with Ueda, one hand still on Jin’s hip and the other flying up to grip Ueda’s shoulder. He swears as he comes, teeth gritted, fingers tightening until Jin muffles a yelp in the crook of Ueda’s neck and Yamapi comes back to himself, loosening his grip and taking a shuddering breath as his body trembles with the aftershock of his orgasm.
It is only when Jin peels his sticky body away from them both and Yamapi disposes of the condom that both of them realise that Ueda’s cock is still erect, the muscles of his stomach, arms and thighs glistening with a sheen of sweat. Jin looks as though he is about to move, but Yamapi places a hand on his knee and shakes his head. “Let me,” he says, and two pairs of eyes regard him curiously.
“I want to suck him off,” Yamapi clarifies. “If Ueda will let me, that is.”
“Tat-chan,” Ueda corrects, nodding as Yamapi guides him onto his back before the younger man trails his tongue down Ueda’s chest, over his stomach before wrapping his lips around Ueda’s cock and sliding his head down.
Ueda’s breath escapes from between his gritted teeth in a hiss as Yamapi sucks and licks his length. His muscles tense involuntarily, relaxing only when Jin’s hand flutters across his stomach, and Ueda glances to the side to see Jin shuffling toward him. Jin reaches up to kiss him briefly before Jin’s head lowers to… Ueda blinks, because Jin is joining Yamapi, the two of them licking and slurping at his cock, tongues tangling. His head falls back against the sheets, so he is not aware of Jin slicking his hand with lube until he feels Jin’s fingers pressing at his entrance, one finger pushing in.
A shocked noise flies from Ueda’s mouth and Yamapi glances up to see Ueda glaring daggers at Jin. “What do you think you’re doing,” Ueda hisses, although his cock twitches in Yamapi’s mouth when Jin moves his finger. “Jin, stop it.”
“Trust me,” Jin says, voice sincere. “Just. Trust me.”
Ueda doesn’t know how to react to that; he does trust Jin, but…
Jin adds, “I want you to know how good Pi feels, too,” and twists his finger, making Ueda cry out again - this time from pleasure.
“You are a dirty, dirty cheat, Akanishi,” Ueda says, hands fisting in the sheets on the bed as Jin prepares him whilst Yamapi continues to suck him off, hand holding firmly around the base of Ueda’s cock.
Finally, Ueda’s patience wears out. “Just get on with it,” he snaps, and although Yamapi glances anxiously at Jin, Jin simply shakes his head and grins, tossing another condom at the other man and waiting until Yamapi has sheathed and lubricated his re-hardened cock before letting his fingers slide free. Jin smothers a grin as Ueda makes a sad noise at the loss, but slides back up the bed as Yamapi positions himself and slowly, slowly slides into Ueda.
Ueda’s grip on Jin’s forearm is definitely painful, but Jin supposes that he deserves it and leans across to kiss Ueda, hand sliding down Ueda’s torso and tongues tangling until the older man relaxes enough for Yamapi to move.
Under normal circumstances Yamapi would last longer on a second round, but, he decides, Ueda’s impossible tightness and the way he writhes against the sheets, fingernails digging into Jin’s shoulder as the other man’s hand pumps his cock… Yamapi shakes his head to clear his vision, droplets of sweat dripping down his chest.
“You,” Yamapi chokes out, “so good,” though he isn’t certain if he means Ueda or Jin or maybe both. Ueda cries out as Yamapi slams into him, back arching off the bed, and Jin uses this as an opportunity to fist his own arousal, wrists almost a blur as finally, finally Ueda’s muscles tense and he gasps for air as his orgasm hits him.
When Ueda finally finds himself able to think coherently again, they are all cleaned up as best as can be managed with minimal energy, the lights are off, and a blanket is covering the three of them.
“I figured you guys would be staying over,” Jin comments, face half-buried in a pillow.
“I’m sticky,” Ueda complains, fielding Jin’s failed attempt at hitting him.
Yamapi’s breaths are deep and even; the other two assume he has fallen asleep.
“He’s not bad,” Ueda says, after a moment. “I think we can keep him.”
Jin grins. “He might keep us, too. If we’re good.”
Under the covers, Yamapi’s hand interlaces with Ueda’s, and squeezes lightly.
It was a risk work taking, after all.
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NC-17 for threesome porn
Yamapi/Ueda/Jin (Pinda)
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Warnings: the Almighty Yamapeen, semi-Dictator!Ueda and a smidge of Jinnifer.
Notes: For space-sick for je-squickfic 2009. I wrote this over a few days while I was dying of the plague, so many thanks to beltenebra for making sure it didn't suck ;D This was also a) my first time writing my ultimate OT3 and b) my first time letting anybody else top Ueda in an Actual Fic. *holds him* I'll let you regain your manliness soon, Tat-chan ♥ ;_;
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The lip gloss is tinted, a shade that matches the red of the short dress. A thick black belt clicks fastened, a couple of inches below where the padded bra ends - the padding would not ordinarily be necessary, but he is coming over, and he does like his girls to have decent chests. Brown hair is shoulder-length and therefore only needs styling tonight, and Jin sits in front of the dressing table, tucking the ends of his hair under instead of out so that the strands frame his face. It’s not as good as a wig for truly getting into role, but tonight a wig would be too much of an encumbrance.
The dress is covered with leopard print, and for a moment Jin has difficulty deciding what to wear on his legs before deciding that it probably doesn’t matter anyway and sliding stockings over his smooth skin. The final touch - heeled shoes that accentuate the shape of his legs - is all that is needed, and Jinnifer turns a little in front of the mirror, scrutinising her appearance before nodding a little. Yes.
The door bell rings five minutes before he is due to arrive, and Jin is glad that Jinnifer is better at being ready in advance than her male counterpart; he wouldn’t like it if things were not ready.
There is a moment of surprise, however, when the person on the other side of the door is not who was expected.
“Pi?” Jin’s glossed mouth falls open as his best friend looks wide-eyed at his - her - appearance. “It’s Thursday. Movie night is Friday.”
“I’m not here for movie night,” Yamapi says, his voice a little strained as his eyes flicker down to Jin’s - Jinnifer’s - stockinged legs and then back up to where brown hair frames a face that looks more effeminate than usual yet still undeniably Jin. “I came to see you.”
“Oh.” Jin absorbs this information, and then nods. “Well, it’ll cost you.” Jinnifer turns her back on the dazed-looking man on the doorstep and steps inside. “Jinnifer-sama does not come cheap, you know.”
There is a bottle of champagne already on ice in a metal bucket on the table, and two crystal champagne flutes. As Yamapi busies himself with removing his hat, coat, scarf and shoes, Jin takes a moment to contemplate events. Even though this was not the evening he had planned, Pi is still Pi and not even Jinnifer can turn away Jin’s best friend.
The decision is made easier when Yamapi steps up, so close that they can feel the warmth of each other’s bodies through the material of their clothes. He lowers his head to press his nose into Jinnifer’s hair and inhales, arms to either side of Jinnifer’s waist with his hands leaning against the table, essentially trapping her there.
“You smell good,” Pi murmurs, and Jinnifer twists her hands, uncorking the bottle with barely a noise. The Moët sparkles in the tall flutes and as Yamapi accepts the glass he regards Jinnifer with a quizzical expression. “When did you learn how to pour champagne so well?”
Jinnifer doesn’t answer; instead, she takes a sip of her wine before setting the crystal flute back down on the table. There is a smear of lip gloss on the rim, but it goes unheeded as Yamapi pulls a little on Jinnifer’s hip to turn her around to face him.
Yamapi’s face is close, his lips moistened with champagne. He opens his mouth to speak, “Is it okay if I k-” but Jinnifer moves first, glossed lips sliding across Yamapi’s in a move that is so soft that it seems out of place with the rest of Jinnifer’s persona.
Yamapi’s eyes fall shut as their tongues meet, and he can taste the sweet-yet-dry taste of the champagne mixed with a flavour that has to be just ‘Jin’. His arms snake around Jinnifer’s sides and there’s an alarming moment where the table wobbles as they lean against it, but Jinnifer’s lip gloss smears and their breathing grows faster and…
“Starting without me, I see.” A voice comes from the doorway and Jin’s eyes snap open because shit, shit, it has only been a few minutes and already he’d forgotten that the whole reason for bringing Jinnifer out tonight was-
“Dictator-sama,” Jinnifer says in a husky voice as she leans against the table. “Please forgive me.” Her apology is not remotely sincere.
Ueda shrugs, stepping into the room and inclining his head to acknowledge Yamapi’s presence. “I might.”
Yamapi does not look as surprised at Ueda’s arrival as Jin thinks he should. Instead, he takes another sip of champagne before setting his own glass down and stepping a short distance away from Jinnifer.
“Go to your room,” Ueda says, and Jinnifer blinks, but then inclines her head and walks across in front of the two men, glancing up at them through mascara-coated eyelashes, a pout on her lips - although the effect is somewhat marred by the reddish smear where the tinted gloss is smudged across her cheek. She enters the bedroom, but leaves the door open.
“Is he always this obedient when you’re around?” Yamapi asks Ueda, staring at the empty doorway. Ueda grins a little.
“Jinnifer’s on her best behaviour tonight,” he explains to Yamapi’s puzzled look, and then glances at the doorway too. The corner of the bed is just visible, and from the way the covers shift it is evident that Jinnifer has sat on the bed. “Or,” Ueda amends, “as well-behaved as she gets.”
Yamapi’s eyes flicker over to Ueda, who is regarding him with a neutral expression. Yamapi shifts a little, feet moving from side to side; they both know a different part of Jin, and Yamapi is not certain how well the two will merge.
Ueda doesn’t do flowery words of reassurance in situations like these. Instead he steps forward, tilting his head up and tangling his hand in Yamapi’s hair, pulling the other man’s head down just enough for their lips to meet. Kissing Ueda is an altogether different experience: more forceful, more overwhelming, and Yamapi finds himself kissing back, hard, fighting to reassert himself.
Yamapi finds himself being guided backwards as his hands grip Ueda’s shoulders, and moments later his back connects with the door frame leading into the bedroom. Ueda grinds against him, and Yamapi opens his eyes a crack to see Jinnifer watching them, on her knees on the bed. Her legs slightly parted and the dress is stretched taut enough for Yamapi to be fully aware of Jin’s hardening cock. His mind tangles for a moment - is it Jinnifer, Jin-in-a-dress, Jin? - before Ueda’s hand squeezes him and Yamapi realises that he’s grown hard and involuntarily flexes his hips, pushing against Ueda’s touch.
“Go put her mouth to good use,” Ueda mutters in Yamapi’s ear, giving another squeeze before stepping back.
The distance from the doorway to the bed is both impossibly long and nonexistent at the same time. The first step takes a lifetime; then Yamapi blinks and his knees are pressed up against the mattress, and Jinnifer is prowling toward him on all fours, mouth and tongue outlining the shape of Yamapi’s arousal through his pants, breath hot through the material. Yamapi feels himself grow harder still, and his pants are getting uncomfortable. “Jin,” he says, and something flickers in the eyes looking up at him, eyes framed with mascara and lined with kohl. “Jin,” Yamapi tries again, “suck me.”
It’s difficult to concentrate very much beyond that, because the feeling of those lips, that mouth, that tongue and the hot, wet suction are all very good reasons to be distracted. Yamapi only realises he’s closed his eyes once he feels Jin swallow around him and his eyes snap open again. Jin moans, and Yamapi looks up further to see that Ueda is kneeling at the other end of the bed, the fingers of one hand slicked with lubricant while the other hand runs up the back of Jin’s thighs, pushing the red material of the dress out of the way before Ueda glances up and catches Yamapi watching.
“White silk panties,” Ueda comments for Yamapi’s benefit, running his fingers over the material, making Jin moan around Yamapi’s cock once more. “Looks like you enjoy letting Yamashita fuck your mouth, Akanishi,” Ueda continues with a faint smirk. “I wonder how much more you’ll enjoy it with his cock in your ass, instead.” He tugs at the panties and Jin shifts a little, enabling Ueda to remove them using only one hand before circling his slicked fingers around Jin’s entrance.
“Stop sucking him off,” Ueda says, and Jin promptly obeys, cheeks flushed and eyes half-closed as he struggles not to push back against the teasing pressure against his ass. Yamapi’s hand touches Jin’s jaw briefly as he moves to join Ueda at the far end of the bed, and then Ueda’s voice speaks up again, fingers pulling away. “Jin, lose the dress.”
Jin glances over his shoulder; Ueda’s toned muscles are a soft gold in the bedroom light, and Yamapi is kicking off his pants properly. Jinnifer’s playtime ended long ago; Jin peels the dress off and tosses it and the underwear over to join the previously-discarded shoes. He gets back onto the bed and grabs Ueda’s jaw, angling him for a kiss; Jinnifer might do what Dictator-sama says, but Jin has his own ideas.
Ueda’s teeth scrape across Jin’s lower lip a second before biting down - not hard, but enough to serve as a reminder of who is in charge, here. Jin pulls back, and Ueda motions with one finger for Jin to turn around again.
Applying yet more lubricant to his fingers and the cleft of Jin’s ass, Ueda slides one and then two fingers in, twisting and scissoring in a practised manner. Then Yamapi, too, slicks up the fingers of one hand and slides a finger in alongside Ueda’s, crooking the digit just so and Jin’s voice is suddenly loud in what had previously been a fairly quiet room.
“Don’t stop,” Jin says, lowering his head onto his forearms resting on the bed. His words are not ignored; Yamapi adds another finger, and Jin feels the sweat forming on his back trickling down towards his shoulder blades, but it is an irrelevant irritation in comparison with the shocks travelling down his spine from the brush of Pi’s and Ueda’s fingers again, again…
Ueda glances over in surprise when Yamapi’s free hand wraps around Ueda’s erection and begins to slowly pump his length, wrist moving smoothly. On seeing the look on the other man’s face, Yamapi wonders if he’s perhaps misjudged and loosens his grip, but Ueda’s hand suddenly grips his forearm, keeping him in place long enough for the message to get through. When he releases his grip on Yamapi’s wrist, Ueda pulls his hands away from both Yamapi and Jin (prompting a whine from the latter) and leans a little to the side, fetching tissues and a condom in its foil wrapper from the bedside table. Since one hand is still slick with lubricant and Yamapi is otherwise occupied, Ueda tears the packet open with one hand and his teeth, before rolling the condom on to Yamapi’s cock and slicking it with lube once more, before wiping the excess lube from his hand.
“Fuck him,” Ueda says, his voice softer and less demanding as he slowly thrusts into the tunnel of Yamapi’s fist.
“Please,” Jin adds, sweat trickling down his face, painfully aroused. “Yes, please, Pi, I want-” although exactly what Jin wants is cut off in favour of a long, drawn-out moan, with his head thrown back and eyes closed. It’s almost too much despite the preparation, and Jin’s breath catches in his throat as he adjusts to Yamapi’s cock deep inside him before he pushes back against the other man. It should be weird, Jin’s certain it should, because this is Pi and not Ueda, this is his best friend there with them, and Ueda even encouraged putting ‘Jinnifer’ away; does this mean… does this…?
Serious thought should never be attempted during sex, however, and Jin feels Ueda’s familiar, slightly calloused fingers wrap around his neglected cock and pump in time with Yamapi’s thrusts. “About fucking time,” Jin growls, and Ueda’s hand stills. “Sorry,” Jin adds hastily, and he hears a small laugh before Ueda’s hand starts to move again.
Yamapi catches eye contact with Ueda when he can focus again after acclimatising to the feeling of being immersed in Jin’s tight heat, and at Ueda’s gesture, nods his understanding and places both hands on Jin’s hips, leaning backwards until he is sitting back on his heels and Jin is on his lap, aided by Ueda’s hands on Jin’s shoulders.
“Is it good?” Ueda asks, one hand holding Jin’s shoulder and the other cupping his face, thumb pushing against Jin’s lips until Jin’s tongue flickers out to lick at Ueda’s hand, sucking his thumb into his mouth before biting hard enough for Ueda to pull away. “Tell Yamashita how good it feels,” Ueda says, trailing his hand across Jin’s chest.
“He’s so big,” Jin says, and Ueda keeps his eyes on Yamapi’s expression over Jin’s shoulder. “His hands, his mouth, his cock, Tat-chan, even you wouldn’t mind him inside you, he’s… ahh there, right there,” Jin’s face contorts briefly as Yamapi shifts. “I’ve wanted this so bad, Tatsuya, he… we…” Jin trails off into a whine as Ueda’s hand wraps around his erection for the second time that evening, squeezing and pulling and touching just right, and then Ueda’s face is pressed into Jin’s neck and he bites down on Jin’s shoulder as Yamapi’s hand finds Ueda’s cock again.
Yamapi feels close, so close, and he presses his face against the nape of Jin’s neck, inhaling the scent of Jin’s shampoo. He feels a hand on his head and glances up to see Ueda reaching around Jin to tangle his fingers in Yamapi’s hair. Yamapi allows himself to be pulled forward, his mouth pressing against Ueda’s, and then Jin cries out and his head tilts back against Yamapi’s shoulder, come spattering across Ueda’s hand and muscled stomach.
The constriction of Jin’s muscles around Yamapi’s cock steals his breath, and Yamapi breaks away from his kiss with Ueda, one hand still on Jin’s hip and the other flying up to grip Ueda’s shoulder. He swears as he comes, teeth gritted, fingers tightening until Jin muffles a yelp in the crook of Ueda’s neck and Yamapi comes back to himself, loosening his grip and taking a shuddering breath as his body trembles with the aftershock of his orgasm.
It is only when Jin peels his sticky body away from them both and Yamapi disposes of the condom that both of them realise that Ueda’s cock is still erect, the muscles of his stomach, arms and thighs glistening with a sheen of sweat. Jin looks as though he is about to move, but Yamapi places a hand on his knee and shakes his head. “Let me,” he says, and two pairs of eyes regard him curiously.
“I want to suck him off,” Yamapi clarifies. “If Ueda will let me, that is.”
“Tat-chan,” Ueda corrects, nodding as Yamapi guides him onto his back before the younger man trails his tongue down Ueda’s chest, over his stomach before wrapping his lips around Ueda’s cock and sliding his head down.
Ueda’s breath escapes from between his gritted teeth in a hiss as Yamapi sucks and licks his length. His muscles tense involuntarily, relaxing only when Jin’s hand flutters across his stomach, and Ueda glances to the side to see Jin shuffling toward him. Jin reaches up to kiss him briefly before Jin’s head lowers to… Ueda blinks, because Jin is joining Yamapi, the two of them licking and slurping at his cock, tongues tangling. His head falls back against the sheets, so he is not aware of Jin slicking his hand with lube until he feels Jin’s fingers pressing at his entrance, one finger pushing in.
A shocked noise flies from Ueda’s mouth and Yamapi glances up to see Ueda glaring daggers at Jin. “What do you think you’re doing,” Ueda hisses, although his cock twitches in Yamapi’s mouth when Jin moves his finger. “Jin, stop it.”
“Trust me,” Jin says, voice sincere. “Just. Trust me.”
Ueda doesn’t know how to react to that; he does trust Jin, but…
Jin adds, “I want you to know how good Pi feels, too,” and twists his finger, making Ueda cry out again - this time from pleasure.
“You are a dirty, dirty cheat, Akanishi,” Ueda says, hands fisting in the sheets on the bed as Jin prepares him whilst Yamapi continues to suck him off, hand holding firmly around the base of Ueda’s cock.
Finally, Ueda’s patience wears out. “Just get on with it,” he snaps, and although Yamapi glances anxiously at Jin, Jin simply shakes his head and grins, tossing another condom at the other man and waiting until Yamapi has sheathed and lubricated his re-hardened cock before letting his fingers slide free. Jin smothers a grin as Ueda makes a sad noise at the loss, but slides back up the bed as Yamapi positions himself and slowly, slowly slides into Ueda.
Ueda’s grip on Jin’s forearm is definitely painful, but Jin supposes that he deserves it and leans across to kiss Ueda, hand sliding down Ueda’s torso and tongues tangling until the older man relaxes enough for Yamapi to move.
Under normal circumstances Yamapi would last longer on a second round, but, he decides, Ueda’s impossible tightness and the way he writhes against the sheets, fingernails digging into Jin’s shoulder as the other man’s hand pumps his cock… Yamapi shakes his head to clear his vision, droplets of sweat dripping down his chest.
“You,” Yamapi chokes out, “so good,” though he isn’t certain if he means Ueda or Jin or maybe both. Ueda cries out as Yamapi slams into him, back arching off the bed, and Jin uses this as an opportunity to fist his own arousal, wrists almost a blur as finally, finally Ueda’s muscles tense and he gasps for air as his orgasm hits him.
When Ueda finally finds himself able to think coherently again, they are all cleaned up as best as can be managed with minimal energy, the lights are off, and a blanket is covering the three of them.
“I figured you guys would be staying over,” Jin comments, face half-buried in a pillow.
“I’m sticky,” Ueda complains, fielding Jin’s failed attempt at hitting him.
Yamapi’s breaths are deep and even; the other two assume he has fallen asleep.
“He’s not bad,” Ueda says, after a moment. “I think we can keep him.”
Jin grins. “He might keep us, too. If we’re good.”
Under the covers, Yamapi’s hand interlaces with Ueda’s, and squeezes lightly.
It was a risk work taking, after all.
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