Fanfic.
This is a short porn fragment caused by vanecek. I would enjoy it if others enjoyed as well.
Juuta bit his bottom lip. "Asuka-chan~ You don't really want to do this to me, do you?"
"Try to hold it in," Asuka suggested. He was breathing into Juta's ear on one side, Hajime slowly licking the cove of the other ear. The tsun refused to answer Juuta's pleas while Asuka was more sympathetic.
Asuka sighed again. Juuta's shivering body against him, he was genuinely worried! "Does it feel good?"
"Of course it feels good," Hajime asserted. Juuta groaned in agreement though against his will. No way he would ever articulate those feelings! No, they weren't feelings. They were reactions! "My technique is best."
"I don't think it's about that." Asuka slid his hand up Juuta's chest softly. "Juuta..."
Juuta, for one, restrained the urge to pin Asuka down at ravish him. Why did Asuka have to be so cute at a time like this? No, manga material! He had to remember everything that was happening for the sake of young girls' (and boys') dreams...! Then the thought occured to him: was he taking his manga in a BL-- er, GL direction? This certainly was unexpected...
"Tachibana. Look here," Hajime commanded. He wanted to savor this. Juuta would look at him and enjoy it. The more insistent Juuta was to look at Asuka only fueled his urge to trump Masamune even more.
"It's okay to look," Asuka assured with a soft kiss against Juuta's cheek.
The comment caught the molestable manga artist off guard. Did Asuka-chan truly think he enjoyed any part of this? "E-Ehh!?"
That's when Hajime bit down on Juta's ear. His breath was hot against his ear yet gently. That guy really knew what he was doing...!
"I won't lose..." Oh boy, here it comes. Juuta rolled his eyes, slightly disgusted at the sudden wish that Hajime would forget about Asuka and pay more attention to his ear. "I won't lose to you, Asuka Masamune!"
"Would you two just shut up and ravish me!"
Hajime and Asuka stopped the bickering, not that Asuka was about to rise to Hajime's bait. Both of them stared at Juuta's outburst and then down at his throbbing erection. Their staring only made Juuta blush a deepp red. He looked away, suddenly regretting his outburst.
"Juuta?" Asuka asked with concern. He lightly touched the tip of Juta's penis, still a little unsure of what he was doing or what he could do to make Juuta feel more comfortable.
Hajime had the opposite reaction. He smirked and pulled his glasses off. These would only get in the way. "Are you so eager, Tachibana?"
"I-I'm not eager!" Juuta protested. Manga, he reminded himself. For the sake of manga! "I, uh, I want to get this over with!"
"Over with?" Hajime shifts behind Juuta and Juuta suddenly doesn't like the direction this is going in. Hajime's hands ghost over the shorter boy's body. First up his back, then down his spine and lower... Juuta had good skin at the very least.
Asuka watches curiously, gasping when Juuta suddenly cries out in pain. His entire body twitches which earns a twitch or two from Asuka as well.
"Wh-What are you doing with your hand down the-- Ah! That's cold!"
"Tounomine..." Hajime shoots Asuka a glare that shuts him up, though. Asuka remains near and just watches Hajime's fingers probe in and out. Asuka crawls closer. The only thing that comes to mind is what he himself enjoys. And so his hand envelopes Juuta's penis and he begins to stroke it. "Let Juuta enjoy it, too."
"Hey--!" Juuta feels like Hajime's forgot him momentarily when Hajime's fingers stop moving. He looks over his shoulder to find the boy blushing at Asuka. Hajime looks away, locking eyes with Juuta, and resumes his motions. How cheeky...!
But Juuta doesn't bother with Hajime. He's more concerned with looking down at Asuka's large hand fondling him. Asuka was good at this, clearly he did it often. Tsun-sama was nothing to laugh at, either. His fingers were finally comfortable inside of him and he couldn't tell which felt better.
Juuta's eye lids fought to stay open and his face was drunk off his sweat. Asuka looked up with a warm smile. "How is it?"
"It's--" There are no words. Hajime pokes a finger in deeper with a huff. "It's good! I said it's good...!"
And he can't deny it. As much as he hates it, it really is good. He clenches his eyes shut. Then he feels warm on his lips. It's Asuka, he can tell. Hajime is nibbling on his shoulder. Their hands are moving, one over his chest and the other up his thigh. Which is which? Juuta can't tell nor does he care.
"Asuka-chan..." he breathes out huskily, torn between the opposite sensations from the front and the back slowly coming to a harmony. He remembers Hajime's unpleasant reaction and adds, "Tounomine..."
The kisses and nibbling stop moving completely but the hands continue to roam. Juta suddenly notices that the air next to his right ear is moist and smells like cherry lip balm. He cracks open an eye only to see Asuka and Hajime running their tongues on each other's lips over his right shoulder. But weren't they the ones satisfying him--!?
Juuta hates to admit it. Seeing Asuka kiss that guy who supposedly hates him is turning him on. Badly. Asuka breaks the kiss when Juuta's penis shoots up with renewed vigor. Hajime's saliva drizzles down his bottom lip. He's blushing hard and his eyebrows are knitted.
"Masamune. You--"
"Do you need to come, Tounomine?"
Juyta can't believe he's hearing this. He's not hearing this. He assures himself this is not happening.
"No, I can manage."
"Okay..."
That's when things got messy. "I can manage," didn't mean Hajime was going to abstain from relieving himself, Juuta realized. He just didn't understand why Hajime was planning to shove his penis into his ass!
"W-Wait a second! You don't have to--"
"It's okay, Juuta." Asuka presses himself against Juuta and reaches over. His hand disappears behind-- Oh, inside Hajime? Hajime in turn has his hand wrapped around Asuka. Juuta shuts his eyes again. He doesn't want to see this, doesn't want to acknowledge this is really happening. When his eyes are shut, he can pretend that Asuka's lips belong to a pretty girl. He can pretend that Hajime's nails scratching his chest belong to a beautiful woman.
His hips buck out. He's in too deep and he's only falling deeper.