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The spread is unbelievable. Fresh sea urchin, minced duck in an impeccable yuzu sauce, a sashimi course nothing short of phenomenal, and snow crab prepared in Yayoi’s favorite style. Their dinner is an extravagant composition of nine handcrafted courses—typical for a traditional inn like the Green Pheasant—and they're only about halfway in, but it's already proven itself to be the best meal she's had all year. A small part of her wonders what the price tag on an outing like this might look like — nothing more than an unfortunate habit that has invaded nearly all aspects of her life these days. Between Dojima Family budgets, downsizing, and real estate woes, it feels like a trap she just can’t escape.
Of course, tonight is no occasion to bring such worries to the table. Tonight, Chairman Sera is footing the bill. He sits across from Yayoi, decked out in a silk kimono in shades of off-white, which poses a nice contrast against her plum ensemble. It was only in the past couple of years that the chairman had traded his Western-style formalwear for more traditional choices; at first, he only wore kimono for formal occasions and special events, but little by little, Tojo HQ regulars saw him make a full transition to Japanese-style garments. Yayoi, for one, is thankful that he has.
Kashiwagi is the outlier here, dressed in one of his familiar grey suits, shirt now unbuttoned a little to match the comfortable atmosphere of the evening. He sits on Sera’s left, pouring him another cup of nigori sake from a brewery located in another sleepy suburban town just nearby. Yayoi wonders what he would look like in a kimono himself, trying to imagine what colors might suit him best. Dark grey is the obvious choice, of course, perhaps with pinstripes, but she wouldn’t be opposed to something in a dark green, either. She makes a mental note to find out someday.
It was only by lucky coincidence that Yayoi ran into Kashiwagi at Tojo headquarters today, both carrying similarly sized bundles of paperwork for Sera to sign off on. Shortly after the death of her husband, circumstances brought the two of them into closer contact, with Kashiwagi taking care of developments around Kazama, and Yayoi tying up loose ends within the Dojima Family between moments of stolen time to grieve.
Sera, of course, was there through all of it, too.
He’s no stranger to high-end ryokan entertaining, but tonight is a special one, and he’s secretly delighted that both of his guests have accepted the invitation. There aren’t too many people in the Tojo Clan and its orbit that he can genuinely feel at ease around, but both Dojima Yayoi and Kashiwagi Osamu hold that honor. Late-night after-work dinners used to be a regular occurrence at Tojo HQ, particularly in the months following Yayoi’s loss, but it had been too long since the three of them last had reason to be in the same room together, and Sera was not about to let a chance like this pass him by. He takes another bite of duck and relaxes against the back of the zaisu chair.
Next to him, Kashiwagi sits poking at some crab on his plate, passively listening to the conversation between Sera and Yayoi. They end up talking about everything under the sun — current events, Tojo or otherwise, how Daigo is adjusting to life in the Family, recent travels (or lack thereof)… but Kashiwagi struggles to pay attention. He’s well-fed, just the right side of tipsy, and wants nothing more than to take off his jacket and find a more relaxing position.
“Take off your jacket. Relax,” says Sera. Everything that comes out of his mouth sounds vaguely like a command, but by now, Kashiwagi has learned to tell the difference. Years of knowing someone tend to do that.
“That’s right, Kashiwagi-san,” chimes in Yayoi. “No need to hold back on our account.”
“Look who’s talking,” he replies with a hint of a smirk. He knows Yayoi well — or at least well enough to recognize when there’s extra stiffness in her posture, too.
She gives him a look—penetrating as always, yet lacking the serious edge it usually carries—and then stretches out her legs into a more comfortable position, almost in a challenge.
“Well, if you both insist,” says Kashiwagi. He shrugs off his suit jacket, rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt until his tattoos peek out just a little, and then stretches out on the tatami floor behind him with a big yawn. Though he may be the Tojo Clan’s chairman, Sera is unexpectedly approachable and not one to play games — at least, not this kind. There’s a lot that Kashiwagi appreciates about his company.
“You can stay overnight, you know. I’ll ask them to prepare another room,” says Sera. “On me, of course,” he quickly adds.
Kashiwagi hesitates. He seems to be calculating something in his head, but his still-drowsy expression indicates that it is likely not very much.
Sera’s eyes soften, just slightly. “You should stay.”
“…Alright,” Kashiwagi concedes with a yawn. “Thank you.”
“Yayoi-san? You too?” Sera offers. After all, it had been his idea to drive out to the mountains for the evening and he’s beginning to regret forcing it onto them just to satisfy his own selfish need for good company. This is the least he can do. Unless… “Unless you have someone waiting for you at home?”
Yayoi laughs at the mere thought. “Not at all. Free as a bird,” she says, with a nearly imperceptible note of sarcasm.
Although it’s already been two years since Dojima’s untimely death, Sera still finds himself gripped with a brief spike of fear that he’d said the wrong thing — that it’s still too soon to insinuate that Yayoi might have moved on. She doesn’t appear to be displeased or uncomfortable, but Sera would rest easier knowing for sure.
Yayoi considers it for a moment, eyes darting first to Kashiwagi, then to Sera. Home is over an hour away, which means sleep is at least two. It’s not often that she gets a chance to dine with someone who doesn’t have ulterior motives, someone she might dare say she’s on the verge of real friendship with. Two someones, even. She wants to make this moment last. Right then, the clock strikes eleven, giving her one final, convincing push. “Sure. I’m in.”
When the staff come in to clear the table, she excuses herself to make a quick phone call. In the meantime, Sera extends a hand to Kashiwagi to help him up, and they both head out to the window for a smoke. The inner chambers of Sera’s suite are separated from the windows with a wall of sliding doors, and beyond it, an upholstered wooden bench offers a comfortable seating area. Kashiwagi sits down, still in a bit of a brain fog and staring straight ahead, and so Sera leans over to light the cigarette dangling from his lips.
“Oh, sir—“ Kashiwagi catches himself.
“Don’t call me that here, Kashiwagi,” corrects Sera.
“What was that?” asks Yayoi, walking over to join them by the window. She takes out her own cigarettes—pearly gold—and accepts Sera’s light when he offers it. “Thanks.”
“Formalities. Not the time or the place,” says Sera in a tone that reveals nothing.
She responds with a silent but understanding nod.
It’s a bit of a tight fit, so Kashiwagi stands up to offer his seat, but Yayoi refuses. “It’s nice to stretch my legs after all that sitting. Really,” she adds, noting the skeptical expression on his face. Kashiwagi sits down again, relaxing back with a small smile, which elicits a grin from Yayoi as well. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen him so carefree, not holding himself on guard.
“You have a beautiful smile. Both of you.” Two heads turn to look at Sera. “Ah, apologies,” he says, stifling a yawn.
“No need to apologize, Sera-san,” says Yayoi. “Just thinking that we’re not exactly on even footing here — I don’t think we’ve ever seen you smile.”
Kashiwagi chuckles into his cigarette.
Sera raises an eyebrow. It takes all his willpower not to grin himself, but he manages to hold it back. “Then… I suppose you’ll just have to find a way to make me, won’t you?”
“That a challenge I hear?” asks Yayoi with a smirk. There’s a glint of something razor-sharp in her eyes.
“Mm,” voices Sera. He has no doubt that she’ll figure something out.
During their brief exchange, Kashiwagi has stretched himself out across the back of the seat in search of a more comfortable position, placing his head on top of his folded arms. It’s a full moon tonight, and now that the staff have left Sera’s rooms to prepare the sleeping arrangements for his guests, it’s just the three of them again — or rather, just Sera and Yayoi, watching the hilly scenery outside while Kashiwagi naps.
“Must be tired,” comments Yayoi.
“There was a meeting in Nagano today. He’s been driving all day,” explains Sera.
“Poor thing,” she says with a frown.
Kashiwagi mutters something in his sleep, readjusting his position.
“Come down here,” Sera says quietly, inviting Kashiwagi to stretch out on the bench next to him. The other man does just that, but with one notable difference — he places his head onto Sera’s lap and falls back asleep.
Yayoi chuckles at the sight. “Cute.”
Sera certainly agrees, but he’s not about to voice his thoughts. Instead, he places a hand on Kashiwagi’s cheek and gives it a stroke, not really thinking about his actions; Kashiwagi isn’t the only one who has been awake since the early hours of the morning. “Sure you don’t want to sit?” he asks Yayoi.
After giving it a moment’s thought, she sits down on Sera’s other side—close enough for their arms to touch just so, she notices in a flicker of self-consciousness—and then reaches over to stroke Kashiwagi’s hair. He does make a cute sight, she thinks, pushing his bangs to the side of his forehead.
The gesture brings her hand into contact with Sera’s, and for a few nervous seconds they both freeze, each wondering what this could mean and considering the possibilities. Yayoi’s thoughts go to Kashiwagi first, wondering if they had crossed a line. This does feel like something that should happen in private, though she can’t say for certain what ‘this’ is and which one of them she would rather be in private with. The answer to the latter bubbles up in her mind almost immediately, clear as day: Both. She scrunches up her forehead in an attempt to figure out the first part.
Sera, on the other hand, can’t focus on anything but the sensation of her touch, where their index and middle fingers overlap with one other. Yayoi’s skin feels soft and smooth next to his rough, calloused fingertips; it might even be the first time they have ever touched. Driven by an apprehensive sort of curiosity, he connects the rest of his fingers to hers and lifts up her hand until they’re touching palm to palm.
Yayoi watches their joined hands in quiet deliberation. Kashiwagi sleeps.
Then, tempted to push the uncertainty even further, Sera interlaces their fingers together and gives Yayoi’s thumb a stroke with his own. She freezes for a moment, barely changing her expression, and then in one decisive movement leans in to bring their lips together. Sera welcomes it wholeheartedly, cupping her cheek with a large, warm palm as they taste each other. She starts slow, but then deepens the kiss, wanting to satisfy her suddenly burning curiosity about this man and his quiet strength.
When Kashiwagi opens his eyes again, he is greeted by the sight of his two companions joined in a passionate liplock right above him. He has always found both of his friends strikingly beautiful; the visual of them in an embrace makes him buzz with something exhilarating, but he keeps himself under well-practiced control and doesn’t make any move, taking the opportunity to observe.
Then, the two part, and Sera’s usual, stony expression breaks into an ear-splitting grin. It’s beautiful and warmer than anything Kashiwagi could have ever imagined. He likes it.
Yayoi smiles back, still holding on to Sera’s hand. “There you go.”
That seems to be Kashiwagi’s cue to sit up, and so he takes it. “I’ll just— I’ll leave you two be.”
“You– wait.” Sera grabs his hand before he can get too far and then glances at Yayoi again, as if asking permission. The memory of her lips on his has him a bit disoriented, slower to react.
She finishes his thought before he can do so himself: “You can stay.” Despite the confident quality to her voice, the implications of those few little words make her feel a little light-headed. Still, she’s never one to do things by halves. “Please stay. If you want to.”
“… Do you want to?” asks Sera, pushing him a little more. He wants to be certain.
Kashiwagi hesitates. There’s still something of a dreamlike quality to all of this and so he doesn’t trust himself to answer right away, taking an extra moment to gather his bearings again. Then, Sera licks his lips and Kashiwagi cannot tear his eyes away. “Yeah. Yeah… I do,” he says, with a squeeze to Sera’s hand that comes out harder than intended.
Yayoi’s eyes light up and she huffs out an unconscious laugh.
There’s still one more thing Sera wants to know before he’s satisfied, but he’s not sure how to find out. He maintains eye contact with Kashiwagi and tugs him closer by the hand, until the other man stands directly in front of them both. For a moment, Sera wonders if this was a mistake; he knows Yayoi had kissed him on her own initiative, but was that the case for Kashiwagi? Could he be simply feeling pressured to go along with it?
He gets his answer when, without much warning, Kashiwagi straddles his lap and pushes him into the windowpane with a hard kiss that takes his breath away. Sera’s arms coil around the man on top of him and he unconsciously chuckles into his mouth, thrilled that his feelings towards Kashiwagi were not off the mark. “Yeah…” Sera mumbles when they part. He cannot wait to taste more of him.
Spellbound, Yayoi watches from mere inches away as unrelenting arousal wakes up a long-forgotten part of her. She’s always found Kashiwagi incredibly good-looking, and Sera had drawn her eye even back in the eighties, back when he entered the scene as Sohei’s direct rival. Seeing the two of them together like this, however, is unexpected and downright breathtaking.
Unfortunately, the slow, awkward mood from before is back again and she tenses up a bit, shrinking back into herself as the three of them look at each other.
Kashiwagi decides to take initiative. “Let’s go get comfortable?”
His voice is lower than usual, notes Yayoi. She licks her lips and looks up to meet his eyes. “Kashiwagi-san… Osamu…”
“Yeah,” says Sera, one hand still linked with Kashiwagi’s. “Yeah, let’s go.”
Yayoi stands up first, partly from genuine eagerness, partly to escape the odd tension still hanging in the air. It’s not unpleasant per se, but there’s a note of anxiety in it, some kind of boundary all three of them are hesitant to cross.
She walks over to the bedroom of the suite and flings open the sliding door. In contrast with the traditional dining room, the bedroom is closer to Western-style, featuring two large beds on a raised platform of tatami flooring, nearly floor-to-ceiling windows, and furnishings in light-colored wood all throughout. Outside, there is a large terrace with a private rotenburo bath.
The two men follow her inside, but before she can escape again to explore more of the room, Kashiwagi grabs her by the hand.
“Yayoi-san… Do you– Can I…” He stumbles over his words but moves closer into her space as he speaks. He has always found Yayoi extraordinarily beautiful, but up close like this, it hits even harder. It’s only natural that he would get a little tongue-tied.
Yayoi lifts a hand to curl around his shoulder and then, acting on impulse, she leans in to bring their lips together, just like she had done with Sera. Being so close to Kashiwagi like this, smelling his familiar cologne, makes her a little lightheaded; it’s the same closeness that she’s always felt between the two of them, but suddenly underlined with raw, magnetic desire — or maybe not so suddenly. She couldn’t just leave it hanging.
Kashiwagi wraps an arm around her waist and brings their bodies flush with one another, exploring Yayoi’s mouth at his leisure. He can’t deny that he’s thought about doing this before, countless times, but it had always seemed like a silly idea — far, far out of the realm of possibility. And yet, here they are, he thinks, quietly moaning into their liplock. Sera dims the lights as they kiss, but neither Kashiwagi nor Yayoi notices.
“Just Yayoi,” she finally corrects when they separate. With one brief kiss, all her apprehensions have faded away. There’s nothing left to hold her back from getting what she wants.
Before either of them realize, Sera is at their side again, stroking Yayoi’s upper back with a gentle hand as he slides the other into Kashiwagi’s hair. “Gorgeous,” he mutters. Both of them lean into his arms and he can’t get enough. The layers of his kimono suddenly feel heavy, even though he finds them more comfortable than any of the suits that used to make up his wardrobe. He wants them off and he wants to get his partners out of their clothes too.
Kashiwagi is already there, following Sera’s train of thought. He gives a half-hearted tug at the knot of Sera’s obi under the haori, but just as soon gives up, not really knowing where to start. “Sorry,” he says with an embarrassed smirk. “Don’t really have experience wearing this kind of stuff.”
“Good thing I do,” chimes in Yayoi. “Give me that.”
She pushes Sera to spin around and he complies, grinning to himself at the prospect of his soon-to-be lovers undressing him together. She takes the haori off his shoulders and undoes the obi with deft hands, handing both to Kashiwagi to fold and put aside. Then, Yayoi slips her arms around him to untie the himo string sitting low on his hips, which allows the kimono to fall open. She takes that off his shoulders, too, then repeats the steps with the juban, until he stands there in his undergarments, swirls of tattoo half-sleeves peeking out from beneath the T-shirt top.
Sera takes care of that part himself, slipping out of the rest to recline on the bed in nothing but his underwear. Kashiwagi watches.
Yayoi also appreciates the view. Her own ensemble requires at least twice as many steps to undo, but she makes quick work of it, eager to get back to exploring her lovers as she sneaks glances at Sera on the bed.
Kashiwagi, however, stands still, not making any move to join them yet. Yayoi wonders why that could be, but she pushes the thought aside before it takes root. When she gets down to the final piece in her outfit, she walks over to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, suspecting in the back of her mind that if they stop the touching now, they will never start again. She slips the shirt off his shoulders to reveal magnificent full tattoo sleeves.
“Tengu,” mutters Sera appreciatively, eyes roaming around Kashiwagi’s broad back. He hooks a finger into the waistband of Kashiwagi’s pants and pulls him backwards, then changes his mind at the last second and guides him onto the bed instead of his lap. Kashiwagi sits down and moves to undo his belt, no longer needing any encouragement to dispense with his clothes.
Yayoi watches transfixed as Kashiwagi reveals the rest of his tattoo — marveling at the way its swirls and colors reach down his thighs. Although she’s seen her fair share of irezumi, it’s still a little exhilarating to see what lies underneath the clothing of someone she knows as well as she does Kashiwagi. She steps a little closer and unties her hadajuban, finally taking it off. When she turns around for a moment to throw it onto the pile with the rest of her clothes, the two men are rendered speechless.
“Yayoi-san, what…” Sera struggles to find the words. “Can we see?”
She turns around again and takes off her kimono bra, finally exposing the entire tattoo on her back. It shows Bishamonten in all his armored, fiery glory, spear in one hand, treasured pagoda in the other — patron of warriors, protector of holy lands. Compared to the abundance of intricate detail on the men, her design is relatively simple, but it conveys everything that it needs to convey with impressive authority. Two sets of hands explore the deity on her back — there’s no more hesitation on their part either.
Sera’s irezumi, as Yayoi and Kashiwagi soon discover, is that of a hou-ou phoenix, descending from the heavens with spread, colorful wings. They lean over his muscular frame as he lies on his stomach, showing off countless peonies and feathers. Yayoi cannot get enough of them; she traces them down his back with her fingertips while Kashiwagi seems content to massage him up and down, applying his strong hands to Sera’s thick biceps and thighs.
“I should be doing that to you,” says Sera, turning his head to look at Kashiwagi with a smirk.
“I’d fall asleep,” says Kashiwagi with a chuckle.
“Nothing wrong with that.”
“There is when I have plans.”
Sera raises an eyebrow, more than glad for Kashiwagi to take the lead. “Mm? And what are you planning?”
“You’ll have to wait and see.” Kashiwagi grins.
“Turn around,” chimes in Yayoi.
Sera does as told. The moment he’s on his back again, she slides her naked curves against his muscled body, drinking in the sensual warmth of flesh against flesh. Her hair drapes over him in long black strands, now released from their tie. He smells good — more woody and grounding in contrast to the musky notes of Kashiwagi’s cologne, though she likes both. She closes her eyes and buries her face in the crook of his neck.
Sera wraps an arm around Yayoi’s waist and slides the other into her loose hair, clutching her tight for a few moments before dipping a hand into the waistband of her underwear. “Get this off?”
Kashiwagi’s there to help. He slides the remaining article of clothing off her body and does the same to Sera while he’s at it. Finally, there are no more barriers; Sera shudders, barely believing his luck at the beauty curled up against him. He catches a glimpse of Kashiwagi’s hungry eyes roaming all over the two of them, and he can no longer wait. He needs him now — needs to feel his skin against his own, needs to taste his lips again.
“Come here,” he says, reaching out for the other man.
Kashiwagi complies without a word, lowering himself carefully onto Sera’s other side and leaning straight in for a kiss. Sera curls his arm around his waist as their lips meet again and their tongues begin to explore each other. The combination of Kashiwagi’s body against his and Yayoi’s hot mouth on his neck makes Sera rock-hard and a little less patient than usual; he grips them both tighter and unconsciously groans into Kashiwagi’s mouth.
His lovers, fortunately, notice right away. Two different hands slide up his thighs to grab his cock and Sera gasps something out, not really conscious of what it is. Yayoi and Kashiwagi stroke him nearly in unison, hands meeting and caressing each other around his length. Kashiwagi doesn’t break the kiss, licking deeper into Sera’s mouth as he tries to build a steady rhythm with his hand.
Yayoi separates her body from Sera’s, ignoring the way his arm tries to keep her from leaving, and moves down to better focus on the task at hand. She uses the spit-slick flat of her palm on his balls and grabs his thick base with her other hand, while Kashiwagi pays more attention to the head, squeezing it with his palm as they lose themselves in the kiss.
Sera can barely withstand the stimulation of three hands, but Kashiwagi doesn’t show him any mercy — he breaks the kiss and moves down to join Yayoi with both hands on Sera’s dick, secretly thrilled at the prospect of making the chairman lose his mind from their touch like this.
Sera throws an arm around his eyes, overcome by the bliss of their ministrations, until he feels himself getting a little too close to orgasm. Reluctantly, he pushes his lovers away.
“Chairman…” starts Yayoi.
Sera huffs out a laugh. “You really don’t have to call me chairman in bed.”
Yayoi laughs too, having said it out of habit more than anything else. “…Well, what else am I going to call you?” she jokes.
“Mm, how about my name?” Sera strokes her cheek, still breathing fast, worked up from their activities.
“If you want me to call you Masaru, you’re going to have to earn it first,” chuckles Yayoi, leaning over to give him the sweetest kiss yet.
“Yayoi-san…” Sera mutters when they part.
“You can drop the -san too, you know. Masaru,” she adds.
Hearing his given name on her lips sets off a spark of something in Sera, and he pulls her into another kiss while Kashiwagi strokes the small of her back, inspecting the details of her tattoo.
“When did you get this?” he asks.
“After Sohei died,” answers Yayoi, parting from Sera. “Made sense then.”
Kashiwagi traces the ring of fire around the deity’s head. “Yeah. It’s beautiful.”
“Hm. Never thought anyone would be calling it beautiful,” she murmurs.
Kashiwagi is unfazed. “It is.”
“Especially on you,” adds Sera, nodding in agreement.
“Oh—” Yayoi gasps out loud as Kashiwagi’s hand catches her by surprise, sliding down to finger her from the back. She pushes back into it, already wet enough so that any stimulation is welcome and deeply satisfying. She wants more.
Kashiwagi gives it to her, guiding her to turn around and working a finger inside until she’s grinding on his hand with slow, precise movements, hitting just the right spots. She closes her eyes and buries her face in Sera’s colorful chest, feeling her heart hammer in her chest with arousal.
“Oh… Oh,” suddenly voices Sera. “Condoms?”
“I should have some,” answers Kashiwagi. Reluctantly, he removes his hand and goes to look.
Sera quickly replaces Kashiwagi’s hand with his own, letting Yayoi keep her rhythm as she gets herself going even more. He leans in to place kisses to her throat, and her hand returns to his cock again, now that he’s had a moment’s rest.
Kashiwagi returns with a large handful of condoms, which makes Sera chuckle, though he doesn’t question it.
Yayoi turns around to grab one. “Can I… ahh—” she pants, squeezing Sera’s dick with her other hand, “Let me have you?”
Sera closes his eyes and groans out something in the affirmative, and then, while Yayoi removes herself from his hand to roll the condom over his length, beckons Kashiwagi over. “Come here…”
Kashiwagi complies. He moves up to greet Sera with another kiss, but it is not enough.
“Higher. Want you in my mouth…” says Sera, almost as a confession. The words send a wave of something electric through Kashiwagi and he shudders over him, but does as told, stripping off his underwear and moving up to kneel over Sera’s chest. For a few moments, Sera’s attention is stolen by the feeling of Yayoi’s slick, wet heat sinking down onto his dick, but soon, he gathers his bearings enough to take Kashiwagi into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around his cockhead and Kashiwagi jerks above him.
“S-Sera— Masaru, that’s, that’s— ahh,” he moans.
Yayoi, in the meantime, impales herself on Sera’s thickness, pushing down onto him slowly at first, and then speeding up once she gets used to him. She gasps at the raw pleasure of it all—one that she hasn’t felt in far too long—and then goes harder, getting herself off on his dick.
Kashiwagi is in a similar predicament — Sera’s mouth feels just a little too good around him, giving Kashiwagi goosebumps as he makes slight movements with his hips, exploring the limits of what’s comfortable for the both of them. It’s obvious that the man under him is experienced. He sinks deeper into that blissful heat, encouraged by Sera’s hands on his toned butt, pushing Kashiwagi further into his mouth. “A-ah! Masaru…”
Sera’s tongue works wonders along his shaft, and before he knows it, Kashiwagi finds himself on the verge of orgasm. He pulls out to take a break and looks down at Sera who looks back at him, gaze steamy and lips parted.
“Come back any— mmh,” Sera’s eyes roll back in his head at the next snap of Yayoi’s hips, but he recovers, clasping their hands together. “—Anytime you want more,” he grins, finishing the thought.
Sera grabs Yayoi around the waist to pull her flush against his body, and both of them take a moment’s rest as she presses her forehead into his chest, breathing hard.
“I’m— ahh…” Yayoi’s mind is white-hot, with every little touch feeling like it could bring her over the edge. She looks Kashiwagi right in the eye and lets out a desperate whimper: “So close, O-Osamu—”
“Turn over,” Kashiwagi commands, mind going blank with desire at the hunger reflected in her eyes.
She lifts up off Sera with another moan, and then lies back on the bed, still in his arms. This allows Kashiwagi to settle between her legs and lower his head to lick at her entrance. Each slow swipe of tongue sends a jolt of pleasure through Yayoi and she leans into it, pushing herself onto his face as Sera lazily plays with her nipples.
“A-Ahh… Osamu, please…” moans Yayoi as Kashiwagi fucks her with his tongue, grabbing harder at her thighs for support. Her sounds turn even more desperate, reduced to quiet gasps of their names.
Sera’s hands don’t stop and Kashiwagi only goes harder, clamping his mouth over her clit to get her off. It doesn’t take long after that; she can’t hold out against the sweet assault of Kashiwagi’s nimble tongue and Sera’s caresses, and within moments, she’s coming into Kashiwagi’s mouth, convulsing on his tongue and squeezing her legs around his head for what feels like forever.
When she finally lets go, none of them move for a while: Yayoi still swimming in the aftermath, Sera playing with her hair, and Kashiwagi resting his head on her thigh. He gives himself a few unconscious strokes, which do not go unnoticed.
“Come here,” says Yayoi, pulling him up into another kiss.
Once they part, Sera leans in to steal one too, sliding a hand into Kashiwagi’s hair as they take their time exploring each other again. He can smell and taste Yayoi all over Kashiwagi’s face, which only gets him harder and a little restless again.
Kashiwagi squirms against him, enjoying the feel of both of them beneath him like this.
Yayoi watches. When they finally break, she leans up to Kashiwagi’s ear and demands: “Fuck me...? Osamu.”
The words send an immediate shiver through Kashiwagi, but he still hesitates. “Are you sure? You just—”
“I’ll be fine. Want you in me,” she says, almost self-conscious, but not quite.
“Better give her what she wants,” chuckles Sera.
Kashiwagi is more than happy to. He repositions Yayoi to lie flat on the bed for a more comfortable position and goes to grab another condom. Sera sits up to kneel at her side and she reaches over to wrap her hand around his dick, lazily stroking him back to full hardness in the meantime.
Then Kashiwagi returns and their attention shifts to him again. He leans over Yayoi and aligns himself with her entrance, pushing in slowly and tentatively. She’s still dripping wet from her orgasm and he encounters almost no resistance. Instead, Yayoi wraps her legs around him and pulls him deeper inside her, so he buries his face in the softness of her breasts and bottoms out into her.
“Ahh– O-Osamu,” she gasps, squirming beneath his larger frame. She lets go of Sera to wrap both arms around Kashiwagi as he fucks her: slow, steady, and even to start, and then picking up the pace in response to Yayoi whispering encouragements into his ear.
Before Kashiwagi lets himself go completely, he leans over and nods for Sera to come kneel in front of him, then takes the head of his cock into his mouth. He doesn’t do very much, still focusing most of his attention on Yayoi, but the sensation alone turns Sera on tremendously. He groans in pleasure as he massages the rest of his shaft with hard strokes.
Yayoi bucks up into Kashiwagi to meet his thrusts and he can’t hold it back anymore; with one final moan around Sera’s dick he spills into Yayoi, clutching her waist in a vise-like grip as she convulses around him again.
Sera isn’t far behind; as soon as Kashiwagi’s mouth leaves him to plant itself onto Yayoi’s neck, he strokes himself to completion, shooting messy spurts of white all over his hand and chest. The trio collapses in one synchronized motion, and when Kashiwagi rolls onto his back beside Yayoi, the other two curl up at his side.
As much as all three of them would like to keep going, the night’s not getting any younger, and they can only spare enough energy for the quickest of cleanup jobs. Sera takes care of Kashiwagi—who has already fallen asleep for good—and when he’s done, he lies down next to Kashiwagi and throws an arm across his waist.
Yayoi turns off the lights and then does the same.
* * *
Kashiwagi wakes up first.
He doesn’t immediately recognize where he is; the only things that sink in are that it’s a high-end, traditional hotel room, and that he’s in a comfortable Western-style bed. Then, the rest catches up to him and he notices the warm body wrapped around his from behind — Sera. Yayoi lies stretched out on his other side, unapologetically taking up more room than both of the men combined. Kashiwagi grins.
He does his best to carefully extract himself so as not to wake Sera or Yayoi, and miraculously, it works. He slides off the bed and pads over to the bathroom, taking in the decor in the room with fresh eyes. The rotenburo outside looks especially tempting — Kashiwagi practically never gets to enjoy the luxury of a morning bath, and certainly not one so extravagant. He decides to indulge.
He takes a quick but thorough shower, then heads over to the door to the terrace and walks outside. It’s a cold morning, but not so terribly uncomfortable as to give Kashiwagi a chill as he climbs into the wooden bath and sinks down into the steamy water. It’s been a long time since he’s been to a proper hot spring, he realizes, and so he closes his eyes and tilts his head back, enjoying the mountain air and melodic wildlife.
Some time later, his silent meditation is interrupted by the sound of the sliding door opening again. Yayoi steps out, pulling Sera along by the hand. Both look freshly showered as well; Sera’s hair is no longer gelled back, wet strands falling forward into his face, and Yayoi has a small towel wrapped around her torso. She turns around to drop it onto a bench nearby and reaches up to tie her long hair into a bun. Kashiwagi watches with rapt attention.
Sera is not immune either. His lips part a little as his gaze follows the lines of Yayoi’s tattoo over her shapely back, illuminated in the morning light, and then down lower—
She turns around with a smirk. “I can feel you doing that, you know.”
Sera grins back. He moves to join Kashiwagi in the bath, while Yayoi climbs in from the other side.
“Sleep well?” asks Kashiwagi.
Yayoi nods, then slides up next to him and throws her legs across his lap — as best as she can. They float suspended in the water for a moment, then slowly settle down to rest on Kashiwagi.
Sera comes closer too, but with something different in mind: he reaches up to grab Kashiwagi’s head and pulls him into a kiss. The action stirs something inside Kashiwagi; he moans into Sera’s mouth in a mix of appreciation and desire as his hands run in long strokes over Yayoi’s legs underwater.
When they break, it’s Yayoi who speaks. “I think… we should definitely do that again.”
“We could do that again right now,” says Kashiwagi, eliciting a chuckle from his lovers. “Unless you have somewhere to be.”
“I most certainly don’t,” she says, leaning over to steal her own quick kiss from Kashiwagi as she strokes Sera’s cheek.
“Excellent idea,” says Sera, sliding a hand between Yayoi’s thighs. She yields to the movement, spreading her legs across Kashiwagi’s lap.
Then, Sera surprises them both: he takes a deep breath and dips into the water, placing his mouth directly over her clit to give it a suck. She shudders and gasps out his name, but adjusts almost immediately, the discomfort of overstimulation quickly turning into arousal as he tongues her underwater. Kashiwagi helps by pulling her into his lap fully, allowing Sera to adjust into a better position.
Another second later, Sera resurfaces, but his hands keep going, caressing her inner thighs and more. Rivulets of water stream down his face as he comes up to bring their lips together.
“Been waiting for a chance to taste you,” he says when they part.
Yayoi is rendered speechless. The combination of Sera between her legs and Kashiwagi’s arms around her makes her want more, crave more — right now.
As if reading her mind, Sera stands up and nods in the direction of the bedroom. Kashiwagi and Yayoi don’t need any encouragement to follow his lead — they climb out of the bath and head back inside, toweling off excess water as they go.
She falls onto the bed only to be repositioned again; four large hands lay her down onto a pile of pillows, and next thing she knows, Sera’s back to work between her legs again. His capable tongue across her clit makes her head go blank, and she closes her eyes, not focusing on anything but his activities.
Meanwhile, Kashiwagi moves to kneel over Sera, reaching around to stroke him as he rubs his own cock on Sera’s muscled thigh, building up a slow rhythm. It only takes seconds for the velvety softness of the movements to kick him into next gear, and Kashiwagi stops, moving down to take Sera into his mouth instead.
Sera lifts his mouth off Yayoi to look down at Kashiwagi, breaths coming in shallow pants over Yayoi’s sensitive flesh, and then resumes his activities, going harder and a little faster. Kashiwagi gets into it too, suddenly eager to get Sera off while he palms his own erection.
Yayoi is too close. She squirms beneath Sera’s hot mouth, grinding up into him, and then lets herself go, orgasming into his mouth with a light squeeze of her thighs around his head.
Sera is more than happy for her to take control — he’s too preoccupied with the swirls of Kashiwagi’s tongue around his cockhead, and so as soon as Yayoi stops spasming around him, he rolls over to lie back on the bed. Kashiwagi moves up and down his length, taking him as deep as he can, and Sera struggles not to thrust up into his mouth. He manages to hold himself back a little longer, but his efforts are undermined by Yayoi, who comes over to join Kashiwagi over Sera’s dick.
When Kashiwagi pulls off to give her a quick kiss in greeting, Sera twitches under them—already so close and desperate for more—and his lovers do not hesitate to give him what he wants. Yayoi and Kashiwagi’s lips meet around his shaft, then slide in opposite directions, Kashiwagi coming down to suck at his balls and Yayoi lightly pulling the head into her mouth.
It proves to be too much for Sera to handle. He jerks beneath them, torn between wanting to thrust up into Yayoi and grind down into Kashiwagi’s wet suction. Before he realizes it, he’s coming with a growled moan, and Yayoi swallows it up. Kashiwagi buries his face in Sera’s thigh and strokes himself to completion too, gasping a little at the unexpected sensation of Sera’s hand sliding into his hair. A long silence stretches as they catch their breath.
Once all three of them have recovered enough to move, they move closer to lie next to each other, but the comfort is short-lived. There’s a light knock that summons Sera to the door, so he reluctantly gets up to answer, calling out to the attendant as he goes. When he returns, he explains that breakfast is ready in the dining room downstairs — but will not be available for long.
“Need just– mm, just a minute,” says Kashiwagi with a stifled yawn, heading into the bathroom again to clean up.
Yayoi nods in response, but doesn’t turn around. She’s too busy digging through the pile of bedding in search of her underwear, but with no luck. All the other items of clothing have been accounted for, and she’s forced to give up, resigning herself to the fate of being slightly uncomfortable on the ride back. At least no one will know.
“Come over next time,” says Sera as the three of them work to make themselves look presentable again. “To mine.”
They both know he means his mansion—or rather, fortress—near Tojo HQ.
“We can take it slow there,” he adds.
Yayoi grins over at him, pinning her hair up into the same low side bun she wore yesterday. “I’m there. Just say the word. ”
Kashiwagi gives him a quiet nod, but he’s all smiles, eager to take this further too — whatever ‘this’ is. Sera pauses with his folded obi in hand to pull Kashiwagi—now suited again and ready to go—into a long kiss, relishing the way his arms come up to rest on Sera’s shoulders.
“I like you both… a lot,” mutters Kashiwagi when they part again, and Sera’s and Yayoi’s answering grins tell him in no uncertain terms that the feeling is returned. “Thank you.”
“I should be the one thanking you,” says Yayoi, looking somewhere out the window. “That was… I don’t exactly do this a lot.”
“Mm.” Kashiwagi cups her face with a careful hand, not wanting to ruin the effort she’s put into dressing up, and then places a kiss to her cheek. “Maybe we can do something about that.”
Her eyes light up, thrilled at the possibilities that lie ahead. It’s certainly something to look forward to.
They finish dressing and head to the entrance, Yayoi arm in arm with Sera, and Kashiwagi following not too far behind. The door clicks shut behind them, drowning the room in silence again.
It’s served its purpose.