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Whether intentional or not, Dimple and Takuya found themselves celibate for a week in anticipation of what was to come. Whenever Reigen or Serizawa so much as touched them, they’d jump halfway out of their skin--and though Reigen and Serizawa would only laugh and leave them be at first, it eventually came to be a little challenge between them.
Serizawa was winning. Dimple knew Reigen’s flirtation well, the fact that it was ninety percent bluffing, but Serizawa was unpredictable. He’d drag his nails down the back of Takuya’s neck on his way down to the mailroom, brush a hand through their hair and tighten his grip just before letting go and leaving Dimple and Takuya with goosebumps and not a breath of air in their lungs.
And Reigen watched all of this, inquisitive eyes crinkled in a smile. Dimple could never meet his gaze when he took Serizawa’s teasing, pliant beneath his hands. It was maddening. They spent a lot of time with their legs uncomfortably crossed.
It was a Friday night that Serizawa finally broke the streak. Reigen was filing away his paperwork, Dimple tugging down the blinds behind his desk--and Serizawa turned towards them, face deceptively calm and kindly.
“Do you three want to come over tonight?”
Dimple’s face went pink, and Reigen, smiling, simply turned to let him reply.
Heart throbbing in his host’s chest, the spirit nodded.
-
Dimple had forgotten his preference for Takuya’s larger bed entirely by the time they were filing into Serizawa’s cozy loft together, all brushing hands and soft, humored conversation.
As if Dimple and Takuya weren’t about to faint from fear and thrill, as if Serizawa wasn’t raring to shove them against a wall and fuck them until their legs wilted beneath them.
Reigen acted perfectly normal, hands in his pockets, gazing around the apartment he’d helped Serizawa pick. “This place looks great, Seri.”
“You think so? The walls still look a little bare to me,” Serizawa replied. “Do you guys, um--need anything? Water? Or should we just…” He jerked his head up the rickety stairs that lead to his bed.
“I’m fine,” Reigen answered easily, hands held up before him. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Serizawa turned to Dimple, who just nodded.
Stomach doing backflips.
It’s going to be amazing, Takuya assured him.
They filed up into the loft, crowded close but, blessedly, nobody hunched beneath the low ceiling--it just barely brushed the topmost wisps of Serizawa’s dark hair. Not that it mattered, really, when Serizawa sat on the mattress, pulled off his tie and suit jacket.
Pointedly not looking at Reigen all the while, Dimple noticed. It gave him a spark of relief to know he wasn’t the only one here with a stomach full of butterflies.
“C’mere,” Serizawa murmured, gazing up softly at Dimple as he tugged off his socks. Reigen had undressed slightly, too, now just in his slacks and white button down, undone just past his chest. Dimple had seen him in much, much less, and yet--
Takuya knelt for the both of them, placed their hands on either of Serizawa’s shoulders. Kissed him, just barely brushing his lips with theirs--Serizawa planted a hand on their hip, its opposite on the side of their jaw, pulled them in closer, tighter. Dimple poked an eye open.
Reigen was watching, face full of interest.
Dimple couldn’t look away.
He couldn’t move at all.
“Dimple,” Serizawa murmured, pressing his lips into one of the spirit’s cheeks. “Close your eyes. It’s alright.”
He was stuck. Reigen’s face drew in sympathy, a hint of worry.
“You know you look so good like this, Dimple,” Serizawa whispered. He wasn’t kissing them anymore, just brushing his face gently against Takuya’s, stroking over one bony cheek with his thumb. “Don’t you want Reigen to see?”
Dimple cleared his throat, pulled away from Serizawa. “Reigen?” He spoke in a new inflection--Takuya’s, clear and smooth.
“Yeah? Everything alright in there?”
“I--I think this might be a little easier on Dimple and I if you… let us get a little warmed up for a minute, so to speak.”
“Oh,” Reigen uttered, “yeah, of course.”
“Come back up in five?”
“Aye-aye,” Reigen nodded agreeably, worry still plain on his features. He hopped quickly down the steps; Takuya and Serizawa heard him sit on the couch beneath the loft’s overhang.
Takuya sat back fully now, legs bent and back arched with exhausted relief. Serizawa knelt patiently beside him, one hand loosely covering theirs.
“Dimple,” Takuya asked, just softly enough for Serizawa’s ears to catch, “what are you afraid of?”
Aren’t we supposed to be the strong ones? Aren’t we supposed to be all big and tough for Reigen? The spirit croaked back. What if he sees us in this state of total weakness and doesn’t like it? S-sees us as lesser because we let ourselves slip into it so easily?
“Oh, my love,” Takuya sighed. “Reigen cares about us. You trust that, at least, don’t you?”
Yes.
“How can you think that only stretches to the extent of our being dominant? He’s seen us at such weak points, Dimple. To know we trust him enough to show this side will only make him love us all the more, I guarantee it.”
“He’s right, Dimple,” Serizawa murmured, leaning close enough to nuzzle into one of Takuya’s fuzzy temples. “Reigen likes it when you tease him and all, but… I never, ever see him look happier than when you’re gentle with him, or when he listens to you two talk amongst yourselves. And for what it’s worth, seeing you two show such vulnerability with me was all it took for me to trust you with--” he gestured meaninglessly around them--“all this! I thought, ‘hey, if I can look at these two being unsure and slow and cautious and admire them all the more for it, then… maybe I’m allowed to act that way, too.’”
Takuya’s face twisted up, then, in a bright, warm mess of appreciation. Not quite Dimple, not quite Takuya himself--an amalgamation of emotion, brimming up to the surface like seawater. They grabbed Serizawa by the cheeks and pulled him close, touched their foreheads together before dipping in to lock their lips with his.
“You are; of course you are,” they hissed.
“And you’ve known me for so little time,” Serizawa replied, smiling sadly. “So why wouldn’t Reigen feel that way about you, too?”
They kissed again, moving quicker this time. Serizawa’s hands fell from Takuya’s face, took hold of a shoulder and hip to guide them down beneath him.
Dimple broke away, panting, arched his back to help Serizawa in unbuttoning Takuya’s shirt and slacks, tug them down his lanky, tattooed limbs. Serizawa looked them hungrily up and down. Takuya’s dick lay beneath their briefs, still soft and just beginning to twitch to life under Serizawa’s gaze.
“Do you mind if I…?” The psychic tugged at their waistband and shuffled between their thighs, hunched over conspicuously.
“No, no; go ahead,” Dimple stammered, one hand finding and brushing nervously through Takuya’s hair. Serizawa had only given them head once before--he was a talent, naturally; greedy and sloppy and cluelessly curious. But he typically hadn’t the patience for foreplay that could so easily spiral into an orgasm if he got too zealous (something he had a knack for); thus Dimple felt he was faced with a rare gift.
Serizawa thumbed away Takuya’s briefs, slid them down his legs and off into the pile of clothes they’d made. While he was at it, Serizawa also removed his own shirt, callously undid the button of his slacks to allow for a bit more room when it was needed. He took Takuya’s cock in one hand, grasp light as air, and took a tentative lick. Just the minute touch of heat and moisture put a lump in Dimple’s throat. Serizawa gently rubbed a thumb at the sensitive meeting point between the shaft and head, huffing satisfiedly when their cock gave an almost violent twitch in response, Dimple gasping in turn. Instinctively, the spirit slapped a hand over his mouth, and Serizawa had reached up just as quickly to pull it back.
“Just you and me,” Serizawa whispered against his thigh, “for now. Considering how loud you’ve gotten when you come here, we don’t have to worry about the neighbors, either.”
“Thick walls,” Dimple cracked, voice fraying at the edges. When Serizawa wrapped his plush lips around Takuya’s head, the spirit forced himself not to silence the resulting cry. It was easier like this, in the soft light of Serizawa’s loft, knowing to some vague extent that Reigen was listening out of view.
Serizawa preferred not to do much more than pepper Takuya’s dick with kisses and licks, suck the head into the curl of his tongue. When he pulled away, Dimple shivered, peeked down his belly to see Takuya’s dick rising intently, shiny pink with warmth and spit. Serizawa was digging around a drawer for lube; while he was preoccupied, Dimple reached down, nudged lazily at Takuya’s dick.
Glad to see you’ve relaxed enough to fuck around with poor, defenseless ol’ me, his host chuckled.
Dimple gave Takuya’s dick a squeeze just before Serizawa returned to his side, bottle in hand. He twiddled it back and forth, smiling sheepishly. “You wanna get started?”
“Open us up, hot stuff,” the spirit grinned, spreading his legs wide. Serizawa put a hand to his face and laughed--Dimple could’ve sworn he even heard a snort from their voyeur down below.
“Not if you phrase it like that, Dimple.” Serizawa squirted lube over his middle and ring fingers, slicked each joint before shuffling close once more to spread Takuya’s thighs to his liking. The pad of a finger rested, cool, over their puckered entrance. Dimple took a deep breath, and--and Reigen silently appeared at the top of the loft stairs, just as Serizawa plugged his middle finger halfway inside them (intentionally rough, no doubt). Dimple shut his eyes tight and let out a gaspy breath.
It’s Reigen, my dear, Takuya murmured. The same man who never once gave up hope on you for the four months you were missing, kissed us silly when we broke down crying on my apartment floor. He loves us all the more for our weaknesses.
“I know,” Dimple croaked. “ A-ah-- gentler, Katsu!”
Serizawa ceased his finger’s twisting and shoving, smiled up at them apologetically. His pace shifted to smooth thrusts, finger pulsing easily in and out, nail to knuckle. “Sorry. I love the way your body moves when I do that.”
Reigen, perched on an oversized pillow in the corner diagonal to the mattress, shifted.
Serizawa leaned down again, gave Dimple a glance before wrapping his lips back around Takuya’s cockhead. His tongue slicked around its edge, dancing at and, at points, plunging hard against the slit. Dimple slung both arms over his eyes and moaned, breath coming out quick.
“K-Katsuya, you--you can’t , n-not with Reigen--”
“What, you don’t want him to watch me do this to you?” Serizawa purred, eyes betraying his sincerity. He’d shut this whole thing down if Dimple asked--but that wasn’t the spirit’s prerogative.
It was much more embarrassing, in truth.
“It feels too good,” Dimple croaked shamefully. “And with him watching, I’ll--”
Serizawa’s expression softened. “I understand. How’s this, then?”
Another finger slipped inside the spirit, and he arched, clawed languidly at the sheets beneath him. Moans slipped unadulterated from Dimple’s lips as Serizawa worked him open, scissoring his fingers to stretch Takuya’s hole, pump it full of the lube glimmering on his digits. He left their prostate relatively untouched, focusing instead on their entrance and pulling it as loose as he could. Takuya’s legs kicked and flexed; muscles fluttered in his thighs.
“You really do look amazing like this,” a soft voice appeared in the haze, arousal turning it gravelly. “Spread out and soaking wet.”
Dimple practically sobbed, heart thudding in his throat at the sound of Reigen speaking to his evident desire. Reigen’s words made it all the realer--his transparency, his shy honesty. Reigen was really watching all this: Dimple and Takuya’s coworker teasing and fingering them, turning them to putty beneath him.
Serizawa leaned in close to kiss their neck, free thumb tracing up to roll carelessly over a nipple. He pinched it between two fingers, and Dimple gasped huskily, turning his head to hide it against the pillow below. Serizawa redirected his kisses, dragged his lips down to meet with Takuya’s opposite nipple and give it a hard suck (what an embarrassing mark that would be). Dimple’s hands wrapped around his shoulders, nails digging into the skin as, all the while, Serizawa’s fingers fucked him incessantly.
It couldn’t last. Worn down by their gasps and moans, Serizawa sat up, eyes dark with hunger. He thrust his fingers into Takuya’s hole one last time, deep and curving down to the knuckle, before pulling them out with a pop .
“So impatient, Katsuya,” Dimple cracked drunkenly as his partner clambered away to dig through his drawers again.
“You know me. Can’t resist when you two look and sound so appetizing.”
“Can’t blame you,” Reigen interjected softly. Dimple grinned, hiding his blush behind a hand.
Serizawa moved close again, pulled off his slacks to reveal the straining boxers underneath, tiny dark spot bleeding at the tip. Those came off, too--when his cock sprung out, so delectably thick, decorated with curly black hair and dusting of reddish heat, Reigen looked back at Dimple and whistled. Dimple’s cheeks were so hot he thought Takuya’s face might melt, but he laughed all the same.
Serizawa conjured the condom hiding in one hand. He was just about to tear the foil open when Dimple stuttered, tongue heavy in his mouth.
“D-don’t--don’t use a condom this time, Katsuya,” he murmured.
Serizawa looked up at him, eyes wide. “What?”
“Unless you’ve been expanding your reach when we’re away, Takuya’s the only person you’ve had sex with, anyway. And he’s clean.”
“I can attest to that,” Reigen agreed from his place off the side of the bed. “We both got tested when we started sleeping together, and, whether we meant to be exclusive or not, haven’t slept with anybody else since.”
Serizawa looked between the two of them, and nodded, tossing the packet aside. He moved back towards Dimple and Takuya, placed his hands gently on their hips, sucked another bruise into the side of their neck. “Why do you want me raw so badly?” Nails dug into the crest of Takuya’s ass, and he grit his teeth, sucked in a breath.
“We want you to come inside us,” Dimple hissed.
“All messed up for your boyfriend, huh?” Serizawa murmured, glancing over his shoulder. “Come sit up here with us, Reigen. You ought to have a much better view.”
Blinking, Reigen nodded, clambered up onto the edge of the mattress to sit patiently across from the others. Serizawa prompted Dimple and Takuya to sit up, and they watched, uncertain, as he went about pouring another small helping of lube onto his cock and spreading it hastily over the skin.
“You got a certain position in mind?” Dimple asked carefully.
“Yeah, I’ve got an idea. C’mere.” He held out an arm, and Dimple climbed tentatively over, let Serizawa hold him flush against his front.
The spirit gasped as Serizawa’s powers gripped he and Takuya, picked them up with Serizawa’s arm as a support to position them facing front on Serizawa’s thighs. Their shoulders pressed into his chest, and Serizawa’s free arm came to hold them close, aura and its hold on the duo dulling with the increased stability of Serizawa’s embrace.
Only now did Dimple fully register the place they’d found themselves in: Serizawa’s cock slotted between their asscheeks, legs filthily splayed and straddling Serizawa’s thighs--and all this on full display for Reigen, patiently sitting directly down the bed from them.
“K-Katsuya,” Dimple murmured nervously, averting his gaze the second it met Reigen’s, “I-I don’t…”
“Don’t you want to put on a show for Reigen?” Serizawa whispered into his neck. “He told you how good he thinks you look like this, didn’t he?”
“You really do,” Reigen interjected quietly, face gentle, almost shy. “So gorgeous, put on display like this. I’m almost tempted fuck you myself.”
Well , that certainly sounded interesting to Takuya’s dick. It gave a violent twitch, sat perkily against the skin of his belly as it heaved with shallow breaths.
Dimple, Takuya said in a heady rasp, what do you say?
Dimple nodded, shut his eyes tight before opening and fixing them bravely on Reigen. “C’mon, Katsu.”
He felt Serizawa smile against the back of his neck before positioning the head of his cock against Takuya’s hole. It met little resistance as it slipped in, but Dimple groaned nonetheless, thick intrusion spreading stretched skin wide.
“You don’t mind if I talk, do you, Serizawa?” Reigen asked quietly.
“Not at all,” Serizawa huffed absentmindedly, pressed to keep from thrusting deep inside Takuya like his body so desperately wanted him to. “Especially if it gets these two as worked up as I imagine it might.”
Reigen grinned at that, inched enough to touch Takuya’s chest--but his hands stayed resting in his lap, back bent slightly to observe Serizawa’s cock pressing gradually past Takuya’s entrance.
“He’s so big, isn’t he, Dimple?”
“ Mmh, ” the spirit whined uselessly in reply.
“You’re so hard,” Reigen whispered. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this hot--and before you’ve even gotten to the thick of it, too. No pun intended.”
Dimple managed to laugh weakly at that. Indeed, Serizawa’s cock tapered just above the base, growing even girthier for an inch or two before thinning out again. Whenever he was all the way in, it felt as if they’d gotten stuck on him, plugged on that delectable weight before Serizawa hoisted it out again and left them stretched beyond measure for the rest of the night.
Reigen couldn’t help himself--hands balanced on either of their thighs, he craned up to kiss the thin line of Dimple and Takuya’s lips. Felt the skin beneath his mouth buzz as Dimple moaned when Serizawa finally bottomed out inside them.
Reigen laughed softly. “You made that look so easy, Dimple,” he whispered. “You’re amazing.”
“ Reigen, ” the spirit rasped in reply. Reigen kissed him again, pushing through his bitten lips to trace his tongue over Takuya’s gums. And abruptly, he found his partners yanked away from him as Serizawa pulled them up off his cock in one swift heave, guided them smoothly back down. Dimple cried out, arms previously stabilized on Serizawa’s hips flying up to grasp desperately onto the arms tangled around his upper body. Again, Serizawa helped his companions find purchase in their motions, and once more before they placed their weight in Takuya’s kneel and took control, fucking themselves rhythmically on Serizawa’s dick.
“There you go,” Serizawa huffed. “That’s it, that’s a good spirit.”
Reigen let out a soft laugh. “Oh, Dimple, I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this. Imagine my surprise at finding you two were built to bottom all this time.”
As much as Dimple may have wanted to quip some clever reply, his mind had melted into jelly between his focus on the task before him (or beneath him, as it were) and the feeling of Serizawa’s cock gliding smoothly in and out of him, hitting Takuya’s prostate with unforgiving contact at this advantageous angle.
“That feel good?” Reigen murmured huskily. “Fucking yourself on Serizawa’s cock so obediently.”
Only now did Dimple notice the distinctive swell in the crotch of Reigen’s slacks--no matter how many times he’d fucked Reigen, sucked him off, lazily stroked his morning wood in the early days of their messy relationship, to think he’d gotten so worked up without a single touch made the spirit blush furiously. Imagining Reigen lusting after this torn-down version of him, unfamiliarly predatory want clear in his eyes, made his gut curl with the same combination of fear and desire he’d grown addicted to in the past few days.
But just as Reigen’s hand--presently hesitating over his erection--moved to give himself some relief, Dimple became aware of a small problem.
“K-Katsu,” he whimpered, “we have to slow down a-- ah --minute.”
“Close already?” the larger man purred breathily behind them, nails curling into the skin at Takuya’s hips. “You’re so sensitive, Dimple.” He smiled conspiratorially against their shoulder, and Dimple replied with a whack against his thigh.
“Our back hurts, asshole,” the spirit snapped. Both Serizawa and Reigen burst into empathetic laughter, and Serizawa was holding them up by the torso in a second, supporting his partners’ as he pulled out from inside them.
“Heaven knows my knees can’t take doggy style for too long,” Reigen offered, giving Takuya a comforting pat on the shoulder as he and Dimple collapsed onto Serizawa’s duvet.
“I was hoping for a bit more leverage, anyway,” Serizawa added. Reigen moved respectfully aside, alighting by Takuya and Dimple’s head as Serizawa took his place between their lazily parted legs. “Um… do you mind if I’m a little rough this time?”
Dimple raised one brow suggestively. “You are so very lucky to have us around for the process of discovering all your obnoxious tastes, Katsuya.”
“It felt so good in the office the other day,” Serizawa replied sheepishly, leaning down to kiss Dimple’s neck, “bending you over the desk and feeling you come twice with me inside you.”
Dimple gaped at his lover’s bluntness, hid his hot face behind his hands. “Reigen’s right here , Katsuya.”
“I know,” Serizawa murmured. “Don’t you think he’d have loved to see you like that, watching the door, imagining what might happen if he walked in and caught us?”
“Stop, stop ,” Dimple moaned. The esper pulled back, concern clear on his features at the sudden change in mood--but Reigen, totally calm, rested a hand in the spirit’s hair.
“Do you want him to?” Reigen whispered. “Really?”
Dimple just let out a meaningless whimper.
“I know it probably feels strange thinking about me seeing you that way,” the conman carried on, “considering you’re so new to submitting. But I think you’re perfect like this, Dimple; you’re always perfect. Positively beautiful when you’re this delicate and willing.”
The spirit’s eyes were clamped tightly shut, face beet red with desire and embarrassment.
“No,” he squeaked. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Relieved, Serizawa laughed weakly, bent to kiss the space between Takuya’s brows. “I’m gonna put it in again, okay?”
“Mhm.” Dimple let his back arch off the bed as Serizawa’s cock slid back inside him, filling his gut with the same tight heat he’d been missing in this period of interim. Only when he felt the tickle of Serizawa’s curly pubes against his ass did Dimple get another minute to breathe and adjust--and then, but for its flared head, Serizawa’s cock left his body entirely, slamming back in with a vengeance seconds later. Dimple cried out, limbs scrabbling desperately about the silky sheets as pleasure slammed into him like a brick wall.
When his hand sought stability, Reigen’s was there, fingers tangling tightly with Takuya’s.
Evidently, letting Dimple shakily ride his cock earlier had tried Serizawa’s patience--he fell into a rhythm without a hitch, thrusts fast and hard and brutal . Dimple couldn’t help his eyes rolling back as he gasped and moaned and took every throbbing inch over and over again. Takuya’s cock bounced untouched against his belly, and Reigen still refused to attend to his own erection (painting a little dark spot into the front of his slacks now), simply squeezing Dimple’s hand in his.
“You’re taking Serizawa’s cock so well,” Reigen murmured huskily. “I bet it feels so good. It’d have to, to make the likes of you so well-behaved.”
Dimple let out a high-pitched moan in reply.
“You’re a good spirit,” Reigen murmured, voice taking on an almost patronizing tone. “You know you’re so good, don’t you?”
“Arataka--” Dimple croaked. “ Ah--ah-- d-don’t stop, Katsuya; harder! ”
Serizawa grabbed them by the hips and gripped their asscheeks, spread them that small bit wider as he filled them with his cock. “You--f-feel so good, Dimple.”
“Yeah? Does he?” Reigen interjected softly. “I bet he’s pretty tight. So desperate for your cock he can hardly stand to let you pull out.”
“F-fuck me,” Dimple blurted. “T-Taka. Fuck my mouth. Ah--h-hah-- ”
Reigen blinked down at him, his teary eyes and sweaty face.
Open, salivating, moaning mouth. Hmm. Not a difficult decision to make.
“Gimme a good hard pinch on the ass if you need me to pull out, okay?”
“Yes, yes, just--just l-let me--” His fingers fumbled shakily with the fabric of Reigen’s pants, plucking at the seams in some half-minded attempt to pull them off.
Reigen laughed at the sight, backed minutely away to unzip his slacks and gracelessly yank them down his legs. Then his boxers, and both articles were tossed over the side of the bed. Just releasing his erection from its bounds served a level of release; freed was he of the bits of friction the fabric brought. He positioned himself hastily over Dimple and Takuya, legs straddling their temples and cock hanging precariously over their face.
“Easy at first, alright?” Reigen cautioned. They ignored him, hands hungrily reaching up to touch him, every part of him--one hand wrapped thoughtlessly around his aching cock, the other surfing over the inside of a thigh, fingers slipping into his crack and back out just as quickly. Reigen gasped at this messy contact, couldn’t help placing a short thrust into Dimple’s hand.
“Come on, then,” he urged in a stifled whisper, “get me off.”
But Dimple wasn’t looking to work, it seemed--he just craned his head back, opened his mouth wide.
Reigen chuckled, cock twitching at the sight. “You really are a pillow princess through and through, aren’t you? Alright, have it your way.”
With that, Reigen eased his cock gently into the wet heat that lay behind the spirit’s lips, gave a full-body shudder at the feeling as Dimple clamped tight around him.
“Fucking hell,” Reigen groaned, shutting his eyes and slowly beginning to work his cock back and forth between Dimple’s lips. “You’re a whole different ghost with a dick in your ass, you know that?”
“ Mmh ,” Dimple moaned in reply. That made Reigen laugh.
Only now did he realize the position this put him in, though--and, when he looked up to find Serizawa staring at him with a shocked blush wiped across his cheeks, it all became much more blatantly clear.
“Hey, Serizawa,” Reigen panted, smiling kindly. “How’s things on your end?”
“Good,” Serizawa muttered back. “You?”
“Real nice. These two suck dick like the best of ‘em. Bet you knew that, though.”
In spite of himself, Serizawa smiled. “Yeah. Mmh. Th-they, um--they’re much more into giving head than I am.”
“Oh, yeah? Not your thing?” Reigen cocked his head. “You didn’t seem too bothered doing it earlier.”
“O-oh, I like it just fine,” Serizawa said quickly, reaching up to wipe away the sweat beading on his forehead. “I’m just not very good. I choke if I try to take it too deep.”
“Ah.” Reigen chuckled. “ A-ah. Y-yeah, well--common problem. You just gotta get some practice in. Relax the muscles in your throat, and all that. F-fuck .”
Serizawa dropped briefly out of the conversation as his chin dipped against his chest, and he placed some particularly quick, shallow thrusts inside Takuya. In return, they moaned, mouth fluttering around Reigen’s cock, hole clenching around Serizawa’s.
“ Fuck, yes, that’s it, take it. That’s a good boy,” Reigen gasped. “A-anyways, like I was saying--”
Serizawa slammed into Dimple and Takuya to the base, pressing his lips hard against Reigen’s with the added momentum. Dimple yelped, mouth opening wide, letting Reigen’s cock slip free--and Reigen hummed his surprise into Serizawa’s abrupt kiss, breaking it quickly to breathe.
“Hi!” Reigen sputtered, hand clenched around his spit-slick shaft.
“Sorry, I--”
“No, no, it’s cool.” Reigen couldn’t help the wiggly smile making its way across his lips. He peered down at Dimple, who met his gaze with an amused smirk of his own. “Sorry about that little interruption, babe. Serizawa caught me off guard.”
“He tends to do that,” Dimple croaked. “C’mon, get back in here.”
Reigen yielded without question. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, and Serizawa, eyes fixed on him, followed suit. They bounced Dimple between them with their frantic motions, softly moaning in turn as the pair beneath them took their abuse hungrily.
It was Reigen who teetered over the precipice first; he began to fuck Takuya’s mouth hastily, rhythm breaking for depth as he fucked as far down their throat as he could muster once, twice. He pulled back just enough to press his cockhead against Takuya’s tongue before buckling and spilling into their mouth, around himself.
Cum oozed from the corners of their smiling lips when Reigen pulled out, heaving. He clambered around to watch as they tipped their head forward again swallowed the cum he’d spurted on their tongue and lick the dribbling trails moving slowly towards their chin. Reigen laughed breathlessly, leaned in to kiss Dimple’s fever-hot cheek. “You really are a talent,” he said.
They both turned their attention to Serizawa now as he grunted, adjusted his position to piston his hips forward as far as they could go--thrusts tearing through the spirit, plunging deep inside him before halting entirely to finally find release. Serizawa keened shortly with each pulse; Reigen scooched closer to watch as globules and drips of white escaped the seal of Serizawa’s dick. When he pulled all the way out, the mess oozed freely onto the sheets, moving down the curve of Takuya’s ass.
“That sure is a sight to behold,” Reigen breathed proudly. He glanced over at Serizawa to find the man utterly transfixed, very nearly drooling at the sight of his ejaculate flooding from the hole he’d just fucked four ways from Sunday.
“Proud of your handiwork, big guy?”
Serizawa nodded dumbly.
“Best get repaying it, then. Your little cum-dump here hasn’t gotten off yet.” With that, Reigen moved back up the bed, sat cross legged behind Dimple’s head and nudged it gently to lift and rest in his lap.
Serizawa nodded again, reached down to ease two of his fingers back into Takuya’s hole. With his free hand, he grasped their cock, all angry and red, and began to stroke it gently, languidly. Dimple gave a guttural croak of approval.
Serizawa worked slowly. His fingertips focused solely on massaging his partners’ prostate, working more cum from their depths as he did so; his hand stroked and thumbed their rock-hard shaft and pre-cum-slicked slit. The tedious pace and attentiveness he gave to every detail had Dimple arching and grunting, howling weakly and clawing at the sheets, Reigen’s bare legs, his own stomach.
“Easy now,” Reigen hushed him, bending over to plant kisses in his hair. “It’s alright. Serizawa’s gonna help you come, don’t worry.”
“Arataka, Arataka,” Dimple whined.
“I’m here.” He thumbed through their locks of black hair, tacky with sweat. Dimple’s eyes opened to meet his--bright, unfamiliar, and then soft as seawater, just as shimmery.
“Hi,” Reigen cooed.
“Hi,” Dimple croaked back.
“You feel okay?”
“Uh-huh,” the spirit nodded. Then he sniffled, face screwed up--he hid his face behind a hand and wept in tiny, squeaky sobs, tears running down his rosy cheeks.
“Oh, Dimple,” Reigen murmured. He bent again, kissed every bit of their skin he could reach, kissed away the saltwater. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”
“What’s the matter?” Serizawa uttered, ceasing his motions. “Dimple, are you okay?”
“Don’t stop,” the spirit begged. “Please, Katsuya.”
Serizawa turned to Reigen, who nodded, offering Serizawa a calm smile.
He went back to work, even slower now, gentler.
“Sorry,” Dimple muttered. “S-sorry about this. M-mhh. ”
“No, don’t be sorry.” Reigen pushed back the fringe of Takuya’s hair, rubbed a thumb gently over their cheek. He just held them as they twitched and moaned and sobbed, Serizawa kneeling between their legs with shut eyes and a thoughtful purse in his lips. Reigen watched as the larger man leaned down to press a kiss into Takuya’s belly.
And, not long after he’d sat back up, Dimple gasped, stiffened as Takuya’s hole clenched around Serizawa’s fingers and he spurted up his trunk. His cock twitched with each quick shot of cum, finally softening against his stomach and leaving the spirit and his host a weepy, sticky, blushing mess.
Smiling, too; that was a relief.
They held their arms out wide and only whimpered Reigen’s name once before he’d scooched out from beneath them and virtually thrown himself into their waiting, shaking arms. They kissed him fervently, and just like that, Reigen felt the familiar shock of another being sharing his body.
“Takuya,” Dimple croaked in Reigen’s new, higher cadence.
“My love,” Takuya murmured back, wrapping the spirit up in his embrace. “Are you okay? Did that feel good?”
Dimple nodded, nuzzled into Takuya’s collar and planted a kiss against his tattooed skin. “I’m so glad to have all of you,” he whispered. “You’re all so kind to me. It’s--too much. Too much for me to have asked for.”
“Nonsense,” Takuya chided. “We love you, sweetheart. So much more than I can say. If anything, I’m lucky to have gotten Reigen and Katsuya in bed with us at once. It’s my ass getting fucked, after all.”
Dimple laughed at that.
“Speaking of--” Takuya sat up just a bit so as not to uproot his partners, peered down towards the end of the bed where Serizawa was awkwardly perched--“the hell are you doing all the way over there, hot stuff? My left arm’s not gonna pinch its own nerve.”
Smiling in spite of himself, Serizawa ducked his gaze. “I don’t want to intrude.”
“You just intruded on my butthole for, like, half an hour. Get the hell over here.”
Dimple was laughing even harder when Serizawa leaned down to lie against Takuya’s opposite side, and they met eyes over the crest of Takuya’s collar.
“Hey,” Dimple murmured warmly. He reached out to tuck a lock of curly hair behind his ear, only for Serizawa to flinch away. Dimple’s brows drew.
“Sorry. It’s just--strange seeing you in Reigen’s body. It’s just tonight that he’s become anything more than my boss and a friend, and--I do want to take this thing further, but--”
“Katsuya,” Dimple interrupted, “it’s okay. One step at a time.”
Serizawa looked sheepish. “He doesn’t mind, does he? I mean… I did kiss him.”
“Far from it. You are aware the three of us have been secretly admiring you since, like, the day we met, right?”
Serizawa blinked.
“This was a coordinated thing. We’d call each other up at night and fawn over you like high school girls.”
A tiny smile began to blossom on Serizawa’s lips.
“Obviously that first night we spent together wasn’t planned, or anything,” Dimple went on, picking up Reigen’s penchant for gesticulation as he did so. “But we were transparent with Reigen, obviously, because we’re--y’know, in a committed relationship--and he was immediately set on getting to see us in action. ‘Cause I guess I’m hot when I’m getting fucked, or whatever.”
“You are,” Serizawa and Takuya stated at the exact same time.
You definitely are, Reigen agreed.
“So… here we are. And obviously you don’t have to officially be a part of our stupid, messy relationship; I can’t guarantee it won’t be exhausting, but--”
Serizawa placed a hand at the back of Reigen’s neck and pulled he and Dimple into a kiss, their cheeks pressed against Takuya’s body.
Takuya just yawned. “Thanks, Katsu. They can go on like that for hours if you let ‘em.”
“I don’t care,” Serizawa murmured back, smiling at the blanched shock on Reigen and Dimple’s face before him. “Exhaust me all you want.”
Dimple beamed. They’d already given him a good start.
The four of them remained haphazardly curled up around Takuya and slept through the evening and into the night, waking up in a stilted pile of limbs and drooling lips and mussed hair to see the sunrise through Serizawa’s kitchen window. Dimple couldn’t help thinking, as he eventually left even Reigen’s body to spend a moment relaxing in a lazy hover beneath the sun’s golden light, that he had it pretty good these days.