6th dream; [2 + 1]
WARNINGS: Graphic M/M/F (threesome) sex.
Yukari caught you walking down the hall. Grabbed you by the collar, kissed you. She always has that smile like she's playing a game, like she's challenging you. Damn her for that smile that's always pushed you further than you'd normally go, and damn you for being unable to resist it.
The rhythm of warm summer rain on the window matches the rhythm of your breaths, stolen between bites, between flashes of tongue. The swell of her breast is perfect in your hand, under the soft fabric of one of your old pajama shirts. You pinch her nipple and she shudders.
She's not wearing underwear. She's pressed to your thigh and she's soaking through the thin fabric of your pajama pants. You absently think that it's nearly noon and neither of you have gotten out of what you pulled on this morning. But it's no good to do a laundry when it's pouring down rain. But there's lunch and dishes to consider, and you were going to clean the stove--
Yukari seems to sense your mind's wandering and presses her naked leg between use, a rough slide of skin against fabric against your growing erection. "Hakkai," she sings in your ear, "I want you inside right now~"
Right here in the hall, hm? Well, in that case, you unbutton the shirt, lean over to scrape teeth over collarbone, run those hands (those steady elegant hands that Kanan loved - forgive me forgive me for -) over her divinely shaped breasts, just briefly before your hands slide over her hips. She hooks her fingers in your waistband and--
In the kitchen, you hear the back door slide open (letting in the smell of rain and earth and green) and shut. You recognize him from a few footsteps. So, apparently, does Yukari.
"Sounds like your second husband is here."
It's hard -- er, difficult to argue with her when she's rubbing up against you like that, but you do try to chide her: "I would appreciate it if you wouldn't--" But she's gone.
You're still not used to her teleportation. You briefly consider making yourself decent - or at least pulling on a yukata or something over your pants, but decide far worse damage could be done by your mostly-naked wife teasing a mostly-straight kappa in your kitchen than by you showing up shirtless. You hear Yukari speaking in her best "I'm going to get what I want from you best" voice to Gojyo. "You came," she grins. "Thank you!"
She planned this. Oh. Of all the terrible pranks--
And you're sure that if Yukari were anyone's wife but yours, Gojyo wouldn't be averting his gaze, trying to get away when she loops her arms around his neck and presses her bare chest to his damp, clothed one.
"Hakkai," Gojyo croaks, and it's clearly more like 'help me.' "She said you needed cheerin' up so I brought some sochu--"
Yukari shuts him up by kissing him. She's adept at that, you think. And when she grabs his hands and places them on her breasts - and he gives you one last wary glance and you just nod slightly, taking a few steps closer. When she pulls away, she gives you that damn smile. "Are you feeling cheerful, Hakkai?"
You bite your lip and consider the situation carefully. Your wife and your best friend. Though he looks a little bit sheepish, Gojyo's strong, tanned hands look at home on her soft pale skin.
"Not yet. I think you'd better kiss him again."
Given permission, Gojyo takes advantage of the kiss. Squeezes her breasts and her buttocks and ravages her mouth with that clever tongue. Yukari takes her time with it, enjoys it. The way Gojyo touches is so much more rough than how you touch, aggressive and primal and not at all planned ahead. She pulls away only when she's good and ready, nips at him, looking pleased.
"How about now?" Yukari purrs.
"I think so," you mutter, feeling dizzy. Gojyo's looking kiss-bitten, horny and confused. He always looks puppyish when he's confused, and you've always liked that about him. His fingers are lost in Yukari's gold hair, flexing. He can't sit still. He can never sit still.
"Good!" Yukari pronounces, grinning at you, "Then it's your turn!"
Of course it is.
Gojyo looks like he wants to run. "How many times do I hafta say we ain't like that?" Addressing Yukari, not you, but she slips from his gasp. She's not the type any man can hold onto when he wants to.
He has no choice but to look at you, now, and you take a step forward. He doesn't take a step backward. He just stares at you like he's never seen you before. Maybe he hasn't.
"Hakkai, what's she playing at?"
"For once in your life," --and you're flowing as naturally and warmly as the rivulets of water down the windowpane, somehow, your arms around around him-- "Just shut up."
You kiss him much more gently than you've been kissing your wife. Yukari lets out a catcall but you hold Gojyo too tightly to pull away and protest easily. It's only after you've taken a little taste of him that you pull back, that you let go enough he could free himself.
"C'mon, you can do better than that!" Yukari complains.
"Are you okay with this, Gojyo?"
"I," Gojyo gulps like a fish out of water, "Uh."
You bump your forehead to his, pull him close again but don't confine him. "So articulate." Quite unintentionally, you find your arousal bumping his. Without giving it much thought, you slide against him much in the way Yukari was.
Gojyo makes a small sound of pleasure and oh - there's this little tickling electric spark that runs up your spine at that. "Heh. Well. You feelin' cheered up?"
His mouth is so near yours. You are breathing in his words.
"Quite remarkably, I must say."
"Then I guess I don't have a problem with it. But it's just fooling around, okay? 'Cause your wife's got some thing about us. You should make her make out with Konan or something."
"Hurry it up over here, you guys, jeez! What are you, women?"
The laugh you share with Gojyo is somehow private, even though Yukari is still standing near, spectating.
"We shouldn't keep her waiting."
He doesn't. He kisses you and that tingle returns - it's a complete herd of little thrills running up your back, the sort associated with words like teenaged and snogging. You wind your fingers in damp vermilion threads and open him with your tongue. In spite of not having done such things with a man before - he is flat and muscular, his fingers rough and angular as they creep over your shoulders, then settle on your hips - it is not the least bit foreign. Because Gojyo has always been part of you, has always been this exposed.
But there's a new element. After muttering, "It's about damn time," Yukari drops to her knees, created a slight space between you two. She's no longer content with just watching. She runs her hand up both your legs. Catching her drift, you unzip Gojyo, let her pull both of you out of your pants. You're about to ask Gojyo again if he's okay with this but Yukari wisely starts with him first. Her hand closes around him and he his hands, still loosely on your hips, go tense.
When she puts her mouth on him he utters a curse and you tuck some of his hair behind his ear, fascinated, just watching at first. This is one side you've never really seen, but it doesn't surprise you. It all seems exactly as it should be. And watching his length disappear past Yukari's soft, immaculate lips - well - this is like some sort of dream or fantasy.
(Ah, wait... no... don't think too much on it.)
She's pumping you with her hand while she sucks him, though honestly the stimulation is gilding the lily, you're happy to be this close, to be touching (a hand in her hair), to be participating. When she switches to you (her hand makes a wet sound on his spit-slick cock, she moans and swallows), you could swear he curses louder than ever. And you both watch her with baited breath and tangled limbs for a little bit as she alternates between you, breathing in one another's pants, and then soon enough she's hanging open her lips so she can stroke and lick you both at once.
You have to kiss him then. You have to. And so that is what you do, as your wife sucks you and your best friend, as she moans and then he moans into your mouth. The childish, giddy thrills are gone, replaced with heavy, ponderous need. The steamy smell of arousal has filled the kitchen, a sharp note of masculine scent that must be Gojyo, and the thick sweetness of Yukari. Dear gods, she's touching herself too. This can't continue like this, you'll lose your mind, you can't--
Yukari's one step ahead. Always. She pulls back, kisses you, mingling strange salty tastes and scents, then Gojyo kisses Gojyo. She takes each of your hands. "I was thinking that Hakkai should fuck me. He's the husband, after all."
"Whatever you say, dear." You steer Gojyo around a basket of Yukari's dirty laundry - sigh.
"So you're the husband when you're getting laid," Gojyo snorts.
"We take on whatever role suits our purpose," you reply.
"He fucks me and does dishes, I don't know why you gave him up," Yukari, by this time, is on her hands and knees on the futon. Didn't she even make the bed before leaving it? You peel your pajama shirt off her and hand her a pillow to brace herself on.
"It's not like he fucks me," Gojyo replies hotly, kneeling in front of her.
"Wha ho he ho ha?"
"Sweetness, take Gojyo's cock out of your mouth when you're trying to speak," you say indulgently, kneeling behind Yukari. There's so much you want to do, you think, spreading her with your fingers, can't help but push them inside, rub your thumb over her swollen clit in a circular direction. Yukari moans and so Gojyo does, and your cock gives a rather demanding throb.
"Why don't you change that?" asks Yukari, looking up at Gojyo. She's stroking him but apparently won't suck again until the redhead has replied.
"What?"
"Why don't you let him fuck you?"
"Only one guy gets to do that - and even then-"
You really do enjoy watching these two banter, you think.
Yukari completely ignores Gojyo's reply. "I can understand your apprehensions. I mean, his dick is huge."
"Thank you," you interject humbly, and are ignored.
"--I could always use the strap on and fuck you instead."
You wish you could see better from this angle. Yukari's lowering her head, and from the sounds of it, has welcomed Gojyo back down her throat. Gojyo's still trying to catch up to her words when he's completely derailed by her mouth's current actions.
"Wait, what? No - there's no way I'm having this conversation right now-- fuck!"
And it's his expression as much as the heat Yukari's giving off (she's glowing, molten) that makes you shove. Right in. Sheathed.
She's as tight around you as she ever was, as liquid. But it's more than that, it always has been. She seems to pull you in, invite you to fall forever. Out of risk of being permanently joined, you have to snap your hips back quickly. But your manhood can't accept such flawed behavior and again you slam in.
And so it goes, more quickly than any of you might want, too slow for any of you to stand. The pieces slip together and click - Gojyo pulling Yukari's hair, the way her body flexes, reddened and smooth and able to take all of it, the slick noises, your mutual moans. Gojyo comes first, but you knew he would.
You're too busy watching how his mouth falls open, the particular knit of his brow, yes, yes it would be exactly like this, wouldn't it -- that you don't even realize the pace you've taken up. Yukari's bringing herself off to the chaotic fucking movements you're making, she's pulled herself up, propping herself up on Gojyo with her free arm. He's frantically groping her chest and watching, in awe as she screams out her orgasm and you pour yours into her with a low moan.
Moments later, Yukari pulls you both down into bed in a sticky, sweaty heap. She nestles between you, arms around you both. In fact she's keeping you from leaving.
"We'll clean it up later," she scolds you.
"I'll clean it up later," you correct her.
"What the fuck just happened," Gojyo says in a daze.
"You did a good job cheering him up." Yukari scoots around to poke Gojyo on the nose. "Next time, I think we'll tie you up."
"I'm not agreeing to that."
"We don't need you to agree," Yukari shrugs, "Just consent."
"Dear," you give a half-hearted warning, sinking in behind her. You press your nose to her bare shoulder, and your arm slung around her touches Gojyo's hip.
"Oh, fine. We can tie Hakkai up."
You're inclined to take Gojyo's silence as some sort of agreement.
"How did you know this was just what I needed?"
"I'm your wife. I know everything you need, especially the stuff you won't admit." Now it's your time to get a nosebeep from Yukari.
"How do you do it?"
"If I told you how, you'd only try to figure out how to keep me from doing it."
"Probably true." It's midday, a completely improper time to sleep even after sex. But your eyelids are so heavy...
Yukari kisses you, still tasting strongly of Gojyo.
You lick your lips, lick hers. "I love you, you know."
"I know," she says. She's the cat who swallowed the canary. "Fag."
[Hakkai doesn't seem to wake up all the way from his dream, just sort of blinks in the darkness. Yukari is spooned against him, they're naked. He kisses her ear and mumbles something, settling pressed against her.]
Yukari caught you walking down the hall. Grabbed you by the collar, kissed you. She always has that smile like she's playing a game, like she's challenging you. Damn her for that smile that's always pushed you further than you'd normally go, and damn you for being unable to resist it.
The rhythm of warm summer rain on the window matches the rhythm of your breaths, stolen between bites, between flashes of tongue. The swell of her breast is perfect in your hand, under the soft fabric of one of your old pajama shirts. You pinch her nipple and she shudders.
She's not wearing underwear. She's pressed to your thigh and she's soaking through the thin fabric of your pajama pants. You absently think that it's nearly noon and neither of you have gotten out of what you pulled on this morning. But it's no good to do a laundry when it's pouring down rain. But there's lunch and dishes to consider, and you were going to clean the stove--
Yukari seems to sense your mind's wandering and presses her naked leg between use, a rough slide of skin against fabric against your growing erection. "Hakkai," she sings in your ear, "I want you inside right now~"
Right here in the hall, hm? Well, in that case, you unbutton the shirt, lean over to scrape teeth over collarbone, run those hands (those steady elegant hands that Kanan loved - forgive me forgive me for -) over her divinely shaped breasts, just briefly before your hands slide over her hips. She hooks her fingers in your waistband and--
In the kitchen, you hear the back door slide open (letting in the smell of rain and earth and green) and shut. You recognize him from a few footsteps. So, apparently, does Yukari.
"Sounds like your second husband is here."
It's hard -- er, difficult to argue with her when she's rubbing up against you like that, but you do try to chide her: "I would appreciate it if you wouldn't--" But she's gone.
You're still not used to her teleportation. You briefly consider making yourself decent - or at least pulling on a yukata or something over your pants, but decide far worse damage could be done by your mostly-naked wife teasing a mostly-straight kappa in your kitchen than by you showing up shirtless. You hear Yukari speaking in her best "I'm going to get what I want from you best" voice to Gojyo. "You came," she grins. "Thank you!"
She planned this. Oh. Of all the terrible pranks--
And you're sure that if Yukari were anyone's wife but yours, Gojyo wouldn't be averting his gaze, trying to get away when she loops her arms around his neck and presses her bare chest to his damp, clothed one.
"Hakkai," Gojyo croaks, and it's clearly more like 'help me.' "She said you needed cheerin' up so I brought some sochu--"
Yukari shuts him up by kissing him. She's adept at that, you think. And when she grabs his hands and places them on her breasts - and he gives you one last wary glance and you just nod slightly, taking a few steps closer. When she pulls away, she gives you that damn smile. "Are you feeling cheerful, Hakkai?"
You bite your lip and consider the situation carefully. Your wife and your best friend. Though he looks a little bit sheepish, Gojyo's strong, tanned hands look at home on her soft pale skin.
"Not yet. I think you'd better kiss him again."
Given permission, Gojyo takes advantage of the kiss. Squeezes her breasts and her buttocks and ravages her mouth with that clever tongue. Yukari takes her time with it, enjoys it. The way Gojyo touches is so much more rough than how you touch, aggressive and primal and not at all planned ahead. She pulls away only when she's good and ready, nips at him, looking pleased.
"How about now?" Yukari purrs.
"I think so," you mutter, feeling dizzy. Gojyo's looking kiss-bitten, horny and confused. He always looks puppyish when he's confused, and you've always liked that about him. His fingers are lost in Yukari's gold hair, flexing. He can't sit still. He can never sit still.
"Good!" Yukari pronounces, grinning at you, "Then it's your turn!"
Of course it is.
Gojyo looks like he wants to run. "How many times do I hafta say we ain't like that?" Addressing Yukari, not you, but she slips from his gasp. She's not the type any man can hold onto when he wants to.
He has no choice but to look at you, now, and you take a step forward. He doesn't take a step backward. He just stares at you like he's never seen you before. Maybe he hasn't.
"Hakkai, what's she playing at?"
"For once in your life," --and you're flowing as naturally and warmly as the rivulets of water down the windowpane, somehow, your arms around around him-- "Just shut up."
You kiss him much more gently than you've been kissing your wife. Yukari lets out a catcall but you hold Gojyo too tightly to pull away and protest easily. It's only after you've taken a little taste of him that you pull back, that you let go enough he could free himself.
"C'mon, you can do better than that!" Yukari complains.
"Are you okay with this, Gojyo?"
"I," Gojyo gulps like a fish out of water, "Uh."
You bump your forehead to his, pull him close again but don't confine him. "So articulate." Quite unintentionally, you find your arousal bumping his. Without giving it much thought, you slide against him much in the way Yukari was.
Gojyo makes a small sound of pleasure and oh - there's this little tickling electric spark that runs up your spine at that. "Heh. Well. You feelin' cheered up?"
His mouth is so near yours. You are breathing in his words.
"Quite remarkably, I must say."
"Then I guess I don't have a problem with it. But it's just fooling around, okay? 'Cause your wife's got some thing about us. You should make her make out with Konan or something."
"Hurry it up over here, you guys, jeez! What are you, women?"
The laugh you share with Gojyo is somehow private, even though Yukari is still standing near, spectating.
"We shouldn't keep her waiting."
He doesn't. He kisses you and that tingle returns - it's a complete herd of little thrills running up your back, the sort associated with words like teenaged and snogging. You wind your fingers in damp vermilion threads and open him with your tongue. In spite of not having done such things with a man before - he is flat and muscular, his fingers rough and angular as they creep over your shoulders, then settle on your hips - it is not the least bit foreign. Because Gojyo has always been part of you, has always been this exposed.
But there's a new element. After muttering, "It's about damn time," Yukari drops to her knees, created a slight space between you two. She's no longer content with just watching. She runs her hand up both your legs. Catching her drift, you unzip Gojyo, let her pull both of you out of your pants. You're about to ask Gojyo again if he's okay with this but Yukari wisely starts with him first. Her hand closes around him and he his hands, still loosely on your hips, go tense.
When she puts her mouth on him he utters a curse and you tuck some of his hair behind his ear, fascinated, just watching at first. This is one side you've never really seen, but it doesn't surprise you. It all seems exactly as it should be. And watching his length disappear past Yukari's soft, immaculate lips - well - this is like some sort of dream or fantasy.
(Ah, wait... no... don't think too much on it.)
She's pumping you with her hand while she sucks him, though honestly the stimulation is gilding the lily, you're happy to be this close, to be touching (a hand in her hair), to be participating. When she switches to you (her hand makes a wet sound on his spit-slick cock, she moans and swallows), you could swear he curses louder than ever. And you both watch her with baited breath and tangled limbs for a little bit as she alternates between you, breathing in one another's pants, and then soon enough she's hanging open her lips so she can stroke and lick you both at once.
You have to kiss him then. You have to. And so that is what you do, as your wife sucks you and your best friend, as she moans and then he moans into your mouth. The childish, giddy thrills are gone, replaced with heavy, ponderous need. The steamy smell of arousal has filled the kitchen, a sharp note of masculine scent that must be Gojyo, and the thick sweetness of Yukari. Dear gods, she's touching herself too. This can't continue like this, you'll lose your mind, you can't--
Yukari's one step ahead. Always. She pulls back, kisses you, mingling strange salty tastes and scents, then Gojyo kisses Gojyo. She takes each of your hands. "I was thinking that Hakkai should fuck me. He's the husband, after all."
"Whatever you say, dear." You steer Gojyo around a basket of Yukari's dirty laundry - sigh.
"So you're the husband when you're getting laid," Gojyo snorts.
"We take on whatever role suits our purpose," you reply.
"He fucks me and does dishes, I don't know why you gave him up," Yukari, by this time, is on her hands and knees on the futon. Didn't she even make the bed before leaving it? You peel your pajama shirt off her and hand her a pillow to brace herself on.
"It's not like he fucks me," Gojyo replies hotly, kneeling in front of her.
"Wha ho he ho ha?"
"Sweetness, take Gojyo's cock out of your mouth when you're trying to speak," you say indulgently, kneeling behind Yukari. There's so much you want to do, you think, spreading her with your fingers, can't help but push them inside, rub your thumb over her swollen clit in a circular direction. Yukari moans and so Gojyo does, and your cock gives a rather demanding throb.
"Why don't you change that?" asks Yukari, looking up at Gojyo. She's stroking him but apparently won't suck again until the redhead has replied.
"What?"
"Why don't you let him fuck you?"
"Only one guy gets to do that - and even then-"
You really do enjoy watching these two banter, you think.
Yukari completely ignores Gojyo's reply. "I can understand your apprehensions. I mean, his dick is huge."
"Thank you," you interject humbly, and are ignored.
"--I could always use the strap on and fuck you instead."
You wish you could see better from this angle. Yukari's lowering her head, and from the sounds of it, has welcomed Gojyo back down her throat. Gojyo's still trying to catch up to her words when he's completely derailed by her mouth's current actions.
"Wait, what? No - there's no way I'm having this conversation right now-- fuck!"
And it's his expression as much as the heat Yukari's giving off (she's glowing, molten) that makes you shove. Right in. Sheathed.
She's as tight around you as she ever was, as liquid. But it's more than that, it always has been. She seems to pull you in, invite you to fall forever. Out of risk of being permanently joined, you have to snap your hips back quickly. But your manhood can't accept such flawed behavior and again you slam in.
And so it goes, more quickly than any of you might want, too slow for any of you to stand. The pieces slip together and click - Gojyo pulling Yukari's hair, the way her body flexes, reddened and smooth and able to take all of it, the slick noises, your mutual moans. Gojyo comes first, but you knew he would.
You're too busy watching how his mouth falls open, the particular knit of his brow, yes, yes it would be exactly like this, wouldn't it -- that you don't even realize the pace you've taken up. Yukari's bringing herself off to the chaotic fucking movements you're making, she's pulled herself up, propping herself up on Gojyo with her free arm. He's frantically groping her chest and watching, in awe as she screams out her orgasm and you pour yours into her with a low moan.
Moments later, Yukari pulls you both down into bed in a sticky, sweaty heap. She nestles between you, arms around you both. In fact she's keeping you from leaving.
"We'll clean it up later," she scolds you.
"I'll clean it up later," you correct her.
"What the fuck just happened," Gojyo says in a daze.
"You did a good job cheering him up." Yukari scoots around to poke Gojyo on the nose. "Next time, I think we'll tie you up."
"I'm not agreeing to that."
"We don't need you to agree," Yukari shrugs, "Just consent."
"Dear," you give a half-hearted warning, sinking in behind her. You press your nose to her bare shoulder, and your arm slung around her touches Gojyo's hip.
"Oh, fine. We can tie Hakkai up."
You're inclined to take Gojyo's silence as some sort of agreement.
"How did you know this was just what I needed?"
"I'm your wife. I know everything you need, especially the stuff you won't admit." Now it's your time to get a nosebeep from Yukari.
"How do you do it?"
"If I told you how, you'd only try to figure out how to keep me from doing it."
"Probably true." It's midday, a completely improper time to sleep even after sex. But your eyelids are so heavy...
Yukari kisses you, still tasting strongly of Gojyo.
You lick your lips, lick hers. "I love you, you know."
"I know," she says. She's the cat who swallowed the canary. "Fag."
[Hakkai doesn't seem to wake up all the way from his dream, just sort of blinks in the darkness. Yukari is spooned against him, they're naked. He kisses her ear and mumbles something, settling pressed against her.]