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Oda and Dazai were relaxing at home on a day off, waiting for Kunikida to get home. The blond was working hard at the office today, finishing up a case he had been working on with Ranpo. It had been a long week for him, so the other two were planning on spoiling him when he got home.
Dazai, however, couldn't sit still. He never can, but today had just been one of his bad days. Cuddling with one of his partners on the couch certainly helped, but he still had some less-than-pleasant thoughts running through his head.
He tried to be subtle, at first. At some point while they were watching tv, he plopped himself onto his side, his head in Oda’s lap. Oda’s fingers immediately started to run through soft brown strands as Dazai rolled himself over to face Oda, face pressed against his stomach. They stayed like this for several minutes before Dazai tried to nuzzle lower.
He peeked up at his boyfriend to find Oda looking down at him with curiosity in his gaze. “Did you need something, Dazai,” the redhead asked softly, brushing his bangs out of his eyes before cupping a cheek. Dazai leaned into the touch with a soft sigh but didn’t say anything.
“I won’t know what you want unless you tell me,” Oda murmured, brushing his thumb against his cheek as he continued to hold it in his palm. Dazai contemplated it for a few moments, and it seemed like Oda knew he was thinking, because he didn’t prompt him again.
“I want to do something for you, Odasaku,” Dazai said slowly, as if he was thinking carefully about his words. “I need to do something for you.”
“Good boy.” Dazai couldn’t help but shudder at the low tone of Oda’s voice when he praised him, and he felt his cheeks flush slightly. He pulled himself off of Oda’s lap when he was prompted, following behind as the taller male headed down the hall to the bedroom.
“Strip, and then get on the bed for me, okay?” Oda only glanced at him long enough to see his nod, and then he headed off to the closet. Most likely to get their toys, though Dazai wasn’t sure yet if he wanted to use any.
While he was waiting, Dazai did as he was told and stripped himself down, tossing his clothes into the laundry basket that sat by their closet. He knew Kunikida hated coming into the bedroom to find their clothes strewn everywhere, and he was usually less likely to play with them if he “has to play maid” beforehand.
Dazai settled himself on the bed, sitting in the middle and staring off to the side as Oda emerged from their closet with a small box.
“Is there anything you want to play with? Kunikida won’t be home for a while, and I know you like being filled.” Oda was right. Dazai loved being filled, on both ends. Not only that, but he could feel the defined sturdiness of both of their chests, one warm against his back and the other desperately gripped at with his own hands.
“No, not right now. I want to wait for Kunikida to come home to be filled completely.” Dazai took the initiative and dug the lube out of the nightstand drawer, holding it out for Oda to take. Oda set the box down next to the bed before taking the tube, and he gave Dazai a look-over.
“How would you like me?” Dazai tilted his head, keeping his eyes on Oda’s face. It looked like his boyfriend was trying to come up with the best plan, probably just in case Kunikida came home so they could quickly adapt.
“On your hands and knees,” came the soft order, and Dazai quickly moved into position.
He could hear the hum behind him before the bed dipped under Oda’s weight, and Dazai could hear the other shifting into what he assumed was a sitting position. Then there was the ‘pop’ sound of the cap being opened, sounding loud in the quiet of the bedroom.
There was a moment of silence before Oda spoke again. “Spread your legs a bit more for me, and spread yourself so I can see you properly. Okay?”
Dazai nodded quickly. “Yes sir.” He spread his knees carefully and leaned himself forward so that he could reach his arms back. He easily exposed his entrance, though it had him shivering in anticipation.
“Mm, good boy. You’re doing so well for me already,” Oda murmured, and Dazai shivered again. He jumped slightly when he felt a warm hand on the outer side of his right thigh, but he quickly relaxed. Dazai had been expecting the touch elsewhere, but this was Oda, so he wasn’t surprised that he’d start with a soft, reassuring touch first.
Dazai finally looked back at his boyfriend when he heard the sound of lube slicking up Oda’s fingers. He could barely see at this angle, but he knew Oda tried to keep things where he could see them. Dazai couldn’t help but lick his lips as he watched the redhead warming it up, and then there was a touch against the puckered skin of his hole.
Oda made eye contact with him, as if to silently ask for his permission. Dazai gave him a soft smile and a nod before he relaxed his posture further. He felt a fingertip trace a circle against the skin before it pushed in, causing the brunet to groan softly.
They both knew that he could take more than just the one right now, they did this often enough, but Dazai also knew that Oda would always start out with one no matter what. He was always kind and careful, only ever rough when he was asked to be. That’s something Dazai loved about him.
Dazai could feel the finger slowly slip in, and then it started to move around, brushing against his walls and making him shiver slightly. “You’re doing good,” Oda rumbled. “I’m adding another finger.”
Dazai’s response was to hum and rock back on his finger. He could hear Oda chuckle, and then the finger pulled out just enough for the other to start inserting the second finger. The brunet squirmed slightly but quickly relaxed around the intrusion. “Keep going, Odasaku,” he murmured, gasping softly as he felt the fingers inside him spread.
“Don’t worry, Dazai, I am. You’re taking it well, so I’m not concerned.” It didn’t take long for Dazai to be completely stretched out, and he whined as those fingers pulled out of him.
“Shh, you’re okay. You’ll be filled soon enough,” came the soft whisper, sounding almost distracted. “You can prop yourself up normally now, Dazai.”
Dazai let out a relieved sigh and moved his hands, bracing himself on his forearms. He raised his ass a bit more, presenting himself better for Oda. He wasn’t touched for a few moments, which would have caused some confusion if Dazai wasn’t listening closely to the rustling sound of his partner getting undressed behind him.
“Odaaaa,” Dazai whined impatiently, wiggling a bit until he felt warm hands resting on his ass.
“Patience, Dazai. You’ll get what you want soon enough,” Oda promised. Dazai felt him drape himself over his smaller frame, a broad chest pressed against his back. Slowly, Oda lined himself up and sheathed himself inside of him.
Dazai let out a shaky breath, couldn’t help it when his body shivered, especially as lips pressed against his skin. “Oda, please ,” he gasped, rocking back against his hips.
“Relax.” The word felt like a soft buzz against his skin, and the brunet found himself shivering again. He went pliant in Oda’s arms, a low sound escaping from his throat. Oda hummed his approval. “Good boy.”
Oda continued to press kisses across his neck, moving up his jaw. Dazai let out a surprised squeak when teeth nipped at the shell of his ear. A blush spread across his cheeks at the muted chuckle as a kiss was pressed to his hair. “Oda, you’re teasing,” Dazai halfheartedly complained, ducking his head.
“I only do so out of love, you know that.”
Dazai groaned and huffed. He knew, and he loved it. “I do, I know very well. But if you don’t start moving soon-” He cut himself off with a choked moan as Oda gave an experimental thrust.
“Good boys aren’t impatient and don’t complain. Do I need to have Kunikida punish you when he gets home?” Dazai stiffened in his boyfriend’s hold, shaking his head. He wanted to be good for Oda. Kunikida, too. That’s why he wanted to do this.
“N-No, I’ll be good. I want to be good for you, Oda,” Dazai whimpered. It was one thing for Kunikida to threaten to punish him, but to hand him over to Kunikida for punishment… That would mean neither of them would praise him.
Though he knew Oda didn’t like to dole out the punishment, so at least it wasn’t bad enough that it came to the redhead disciplining him. That meant he was in serious trouble.
“There you go. I knew you could be well-behaved,” Oda murmured, and Dazai felt a hand gently rubbing his hip. The brunet relaxed himself again, and then Oda started thrusting shallowly into him. The pace was slow, and it was driving Dazai crazy. It was just barely enough .
Dazai was letting out quiet gasps and moans the entire time, whining occasionally when Oda made it obvious that he was avoiding his prostate on purpose.
He was just about to start begging again when Oda suddenly picked up the pace, causing him to scrabble at the sheets with a loud moan. Dazai had no idea what the reason was for the sudden change, but he was loving it, feeling his boyfriend’s cock hitting his that bundle of nerves dead on.
Just as suddenly as the pace had picked up, it slowed down again, and Dazai let out a long whine of protest. He quickly figured out what was going on when he could hear footsteps coming down the hall. They sounded hurried, and Dazai wasn’t surprised. Oda had gotten him to be loud just when Kunikida came home, so then the blond had to rush to the bedroom to join his partners.
When Dazai glanced over, Kunikida was standing just in front of the closet and watching them with his usual stoic expression. Well, Dazai mused, it wasn’t much of a surprise to find him and Oda screwing around in bed, but he could’ve looked a bit more enthusiastic about his discovery. Just his opinion.
"It looks like I came home at the right time." Kunikida let his things drop by the door, just out of the way enough that it probably wouldn’t bug him later. Normally, he’d set his things in the living room, but he’d obviously been in a hurry.
“Welcome home,” Oda greeted, his voice not wavering once as he continued his languid pace. Dazai opened his mouth to greet the blond, but all that came out was a sharp whimper as his prostate was brushed against. “Dazai’s been a good boy today, so I thought I’d give him a treat. I think you should join us though, he’s been craving your attention all day.”
“I’m home,” came the hushed murmur as Kunikida came over to them, and he reached down, gently petting Dazai’s hair. The brunet pressed up into the touch, staring up at him pleadingly. “I suppose if you say he’s been good, then I’ll have to take your word for it. Sure, I’ll bite.” Dazai shivered in anticipation.
“Then let’s get you undressed, hm? Dazai, you’re going to have to sit on my lap, so give me a moment, alright?” Dazai let out a whimper as Oda pulled out, trying to see what he was doing.
Oda sat himself on the edge of the bed, patting his thigh to draw Dazai over. Dazai had to slip himself off the bed and get up onto the redhead’s lap properly, his back pressed against his chest. Kunikida had to help hold Dazai up so Oda could slide back inside of him, and then Dazai was settled on his lap with a soft sound.
“Now, why don’t you work to get your reward, Dazai? I’m sure Kunikida will give it to you if you do it properly.” Oda always knew how to coax him into doing something nicely where he’d normally be tempted to tease and act like a brat. This was Kunikida, after all.
Dazai simply nodded and got to work.
He started with his vest, swiftly undoing the buttons while still being careful that no threads loosened. Kunikida would be agitated if that happened. Dazai took a moment to nuzzle his face against his abdomen before he started unbuttoning his shirt as well, listening to the sound of Kunikida slipping the vest off while he was busy.
“You’re doing so well, Dazai,” Oda whispered just behind his ear, pressing a kiss to his skin that caused Dazai to pause and inhale shakily. He didn’t want to accidentally make buttons go flying, either.
“And you’re distracting him, Oda,” Kunikida grumbled as Dazai finally finished with his shirt and slid the fabric off of him. The brunet had been surprised, earlier, to see that Kunikida wasn’t wearing a t-shirt underneath, but now he was just pleased. He spread his fingers as he felt that hot, smooth skin against his palms.
“I think you’re the one in need of a distraction.”
Dazai rolled his eyes at what Oda said. It sounded like he was looking for a fight, but he knew that was just his way of telling Kunikida to calm down. The brunet groaned softly as he leaned down somewhat so that he could start working on his boyfriend’s pants. As much as he’d like to explore already-mapped territory, he didn’t want Kunikida to get impatient.
Just as he was working Kunikida’s pants off, his belt haphazardly tossed in the direction of the dresser, he felt Oda tug on something just as Kunikida stumbled forward a bit. Turning himself slightly so that he could look up, Dazai discovered that Oda had pulled Kunikida into a kiss over him, and he couldn’t help but feel his already too-hard dick twitch.
What a sight.
Focusing back on his current task, Dazai leaned forward more, just enough to press his lips around the growing wet spot on Kunikida’s boxers. The blond above him groaned, the sound muffled by Oda’s lips. Pleased with this reaction, Dazai continued to tease him, pressing his tongue flat against the fabric. The taste of cotton wasn’t pleasant, but there was that hint of precum as well, and that’s what pushed Dazai forward.
He pulled back, licking his lips as he removed Kunikida’s underwear. Kunikida, now aware that he was completely stripped, pulled back from the kiss so that he could kick off the pants and boxers from around his ankles.
“That’s it, Dazai, you did well. We’re going to get all situated, so why don’t you get back onto the bed for me?” Oda lifted him up off of his dick, and Dazai whined at the loss but did as he was asked. His legs were a bit wobbly, but he simply laid on his side until the other two got into position.
Kunikida sat on the bed, propping the pillows up so he could lean against the backboard, and Dazai briefly thought to himself that they would have to change the pillowcases, as well as the sheets, after they were done. But that meant he would have to move.
Gross.
He could feel Oda climbing up behind him, and then there was a gentle touch on his hip. Dazai huffed quietly but pushed himself up, but he didn’t protest more since it was Oda asking. He positioned himself between Kunikida’s legs before assuming his previous position, ass up for his other partner.
Oda didn’t take much time in lining himself and slipping inside once more, but he paused when his hips were flush against Dazai’s ass. This wasn’t the first time they had done it like this, so Dazai knew what the steps were. Oda wouldn’t move until Dazai was settled around Kunikida.
Not wanting to delay anymore despite his earlier lazy attitude, Dazai took Kunikida into his hands, giving his attention first to the tip. He always liked to nip and tease until the blond finally tangled his fingers in his messy brown strands. Content, Dazai finally moved down, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock, tongue flat like he’d done before. He could hear a shaky inhale above him.
That just wouldn’t do. Kunikida needed to be loud too. However, he’d only just started...
Dazai licked his lips, giving Kunikida a quick glance before he finally took the tip into his mouth and suckled. The grip in his hair tightened a little, and he could feel Kunikida’s thighs tremble slightly where they were pressed against his arms. It was progress.
Just as he started to take more of Kunikida into his mouth, Dazai felt Oda tap his hip again. He knew that was the signal that he was going to start moving, so he was prepared when Oda started that teasingly slow pace from earlier.
Dazai moaned around the length in his mouth, causing it to twitch in response. He tried to rock back into Oda’s thrusts, but he was already very distracted trying not to choke himself. Not that he wasn’t into that, but he didn’t want that kind of rough play tonight.
He felt Oda settle his hands more securely on his hips, helping the brunet move back against him, and Dazai let out another muffled moan. Kunikida finally let out a groan, quiet as it escaped past his lips. There was a soft thud as well, and when Dazai looked up, it seemed that Kunikida had let his head drop back against the headboard.
“Be careful, Kunikida,” Oda murmured from behind him, and Dazai hummed his agreement.
“Well maybe if you’d stop doing that-” Kunikida cut himself off, likely by biting his lip or his cheek, when Dazai took him in deeper. Oda chuckled softly, giving a particularly hard thrust to Dazai’s prostate. The brunet had to pull off of Kunikida and gasp deeply, his whole body shuddering. “O-Oda, you can’t do that , I’m going to bite him,” Dazai protested between pants.
“You’re doing just fine, Dazai. I know you wouldn’t bite him, you’re really good at this, and we all know it,” Oda murmured reassuringly, and Dazai just whined. It was true though. Oda and Kunikida had both agreed that Dazai was the best at blowjobs. Not that Dazai would know, but he just let it go.
“Dazai.” Blinking, he glanced up at Kunikida when he was called. He was pushed down a bit, towards the dick in front of him, and that was all that had to be done. Dazai could tell when Kunikida was starting to get impatient, and he really didn’t want that right now.
Dazai took him back into his mouth again, starting to suck in earnest. He was able to take more and more gradually, until he felt his nose brush coarse hairs. It was easier to take all of Kunikida, even though he was longer, and he loved the sounds Kunikida usually gave when he did so.
“Fuck!”
Dazai tried to swallow around him before pulling back, inhaling through his nose as he continued. He loved when Kunikida swore like that, because it was almost like his own kind of praise.
Oda was thrusting harder and faster now, which meant that he was starting to get close. Dazai wasn’t able to go deep on Kunikida again, but he tried to keep up. He was letting Kunikida thrust into his mouth now, moaning and trying to swallow around it as his mouth kept watering and he tried to breath. It was turning sloppy now, but it didn’t seem like Kunikida minded.
There were a few times that Dazai seemed to stutter in his actions distracted by a particularly hard thrust, and Kunikida would either have to pull him up to breathe, or push him down as a reminder to keep going. If he had the mind to, he’d thank Kunikida for taking care of him.
When he started to hear the labored breathing above him, he knew his boyfriend was getting close, but at this point, there wasn’t much more he could do than let Kunikida fuck up into his mouth. He still sucked and swallowed and moaned around his length, but he felt like Kunikida was doing all the work. Still…
The hand in his hair loosened its grip, and it almost felt like Kunikida was petting him. “There you go, almost there,” came the soft praise, and Dazai felt his cock twitch. “I know you’re working so hard, Dazai. Just a little more.”
Dazai pulled back and took a few deep breaths before going back to it with renewed vigor. Kunikida groaned above him, and it wasn’t long until he spilled into the other’s mouth with his name tumbling from his lips. Dazai felt the heat pooling in his groin even before he swallowed Kunikida’s seed.
He was so close.
Oda had increased the pace, and all Dazai could do once he had pulled off of Kunikida’s dick was lay his head against the blond’s thigh as he was fucked into. Breathless moans and whimpers escaped even as his eyes slipped closed, and he never felt the hand in his hair leave. He could hear Kunikida’s breathing still, but that hand was stroking his hair calmly, and Dazai felt like he was floating, he was so happy.
“You did so well, Dazai. The best, just like always. You were such a good boy, so you can come now,” Kunikida murmured.
A hard shudder ran through Dazai’s body as he pressed up into Kunikida’s touch. He let out a stuttered breath and a loud moan as he came, his legs threatening to give out from under him. Oda resettled his hold on his hips though, keeping him up as he worked himself to completion. Dazai just let out a little whine when Oda pulled out before he was shifted so he could settle himself and lay completely between Kunikida’s legs.
“Wouldn’t you be more comfortable using an actual pillow, Dazai?” Kunikida was grumbling above him, but Dazai just let out a tired hum as he nuzzled his boyfriend’s thigh.
“Nope, this is a great pillow right here~”
Oda chuckled softly at Dazai’s response, gently rubbing one of his hips. “You know we’re going to have to shower soon, right?” Dazai gave another noncommittal hum, and then a moment later his breathing was evening out. He’d made both of his boyfriends happy, so he was happy, and he knew he’d get coddled tonight. Maybe he’d ask for some crab for dinner tonight, Oda would probably indulge him. He was just too tired right now, so he’d let them wake him up later when they absolutely had to. Until then, it was cuddle time.