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When Ranmaru got home that evening, he couldn’t find his two boyfriends anywhere. He was a little early, sure, but he still expected them to be around.
Considering the time of day and the fact that he couldn’t hear a thing downstairs, it was safe to assume what the pair were doing. So Ranmaru was more than eager to make his way upstairs and to their room.
He cautiously stopped and listened at the bedroom door. Just as expected, he heard a moan, the creaking of the bed. Of course. Eiichi must’ve been fucking Natsuki in there.
He let himself imagine it: Natsuki’s head thrown back and his adorable moans and giggles as Eiichi’s slender fingers toyed with him, all the while fucking him so lovingly. As if to confirm his thoughts, the moans got louder and less spaced out.
Ranmaru smirked, thinking he’d help treat their boyfriend, and opened the door.
He stopped short of saying Eiichi’s name.
The sight that met his eyes was not at all the one he expected. The hair of the man on top wasn’t brown and spiked – it was blonde and curly. The moans he could now hear clearly weren’t Natsuki’s soft, gentle ones: they were keening, with that distinct nasal tone he recognised.
The green eyes that met his as the blonde turned round were glassesless and harsh.
“Ah, good.” Satsuki spoke in a low, amused chuckle.
Eiichi let out a whine as Satsuki stopped moving abruptly, bringing Ranmaru’s attention to him. He had to do a double-take as he looked him over.
Jesus , he’d never seen such a glorious sight in his life. Eiichi underneath Satsuki, legs spread with his ankles resting on Satsuki’s shoulders and his shirt pulled up to expose his pebbled nipples. His chest and thighs were littered with purple marks and both wrists pinned by a single large hand.
“Satsuki…“ Eiichi was panting in a whimpery, strung out tone. “Why did you... please…”
As Ranmaru stepped further into the room, he saw even more. Eiichi’s sweaty face, drooling and hungrily gazing up at Satsuki as he rocked his hips, trying to grind against the cock inside him. Satsuki’s cock.
…Eiichi was bottoming?!
The full realisation hit Ranmaru like a freight train seconds later. His body was eagerly responding to the sight, cock getting hard in an instant. But what the fuck ?
Eiichi took pride in being annoyingly dominant, untouchable. Yet here he was, begging their boyfriend to carry on fucking him and pinned down like that.
Satsuki’s eyes trailed down to Ranmaru’s crotch and a grin spread across his face.
“He’s pretty like that, isn’t he?” He ran a hand down Eiichi’s face. “He’s kept his mouth shut about it for too long.”
Eiichi finally seemed to acknowledge Ranmaru’s presence and his hand flew to his mouth. Noticing himself being watched, he went impossibly crimson.
“What are you doing in here…?” was all he could hiss in Ranmaru’s direction, unable to meet his eyes. “I thought you-“
“Don’t be like that.” Satsuki dug his fingers into Eiichi’s hair and pulled, twisting his head to face Ranmaru – who was still speechless.
When those hazy purple eyes were forced to meet his with a moan, Ranmaru truly believed he’d never seen anything more satisfying in his life. Eiichi’s face was so beautifully flushed and contorted in shame, with those plump lips open like that…
Ranmaru wanted in on this.
Satsuki promptly pulled out, making Eiichi groan in frustration. He beckoned to Ranmaru and the man was more than happy to comply, coming closer. He couldn’t deny that he was real interested in what was happening here.
“Hey,” Ranmaru began, more out of lingering confusion than anger. “How come I didn’t know shit about this?”
Eiichi crossed his arms, legs falling to rest on the bed. “ This… only became a thing recently,” he snapped. “And-“
“Lose the attitude.” Satsuki cut him off. “You were embarrassed."
“That’s not true at all!” Eiichi protested. “I just didn’t think-“
Before he could get out another word, Satsuki had grabbed his wrists and roughly pinned them down on either side of his head.
“I should ruin you right now for getting so fucking mouthy,” he hissed in his face. “I taught you better than this.”
Like a deer in headlights, Eiichi stared gormlessly up at him, lost for words - unusual for him. Then Satsuki let go.
“On your hands and knees. Facing Ranmaru.”
Eiichi looked startled, not moving from where he was. He glared over at Ranmaru, who had started to smirk. “But-!”
For Satsuki, that was the final straw. The man seized Eiichi’s jaw, yanking his head up to look at him. He stuffed three fingers into Eiichi’s mouth, shutting him up.
“Don’t think you can be a brat just because Ranmaru’s here,” he growled, shoving them deeper and getting a muffled whimper out of the man. “I said, do it.”
The humiliation on Eiichi’s face was delicious as he followed orders, getting on all fours reluctantly. Giving Ranmaru a once-over, his eyes settled on the bulge in his trousers. Ranmaru followed his gaze, gathering what it was Eiichi was thinking of. His lips curled upwards.
“Now.” Satsuki spoke, running his hand over Eiichi’s back. “Are you going to let Ranmaru use your mouth like a good boy?”
Eiichi nodded and groaned, as if the mere thought turned him on.
“I think you’d better ask him for it. Nicely.”
When Eiichi couldn’t speak for a second, embarrassed by the spectacle being made of him, Satsuki spanked him, hard. Ranmaru was momentarily shocked, but from the moan that escaped Eiichi as his head dipped, he guessed the man didn’t mind too much.
He tugged on Eiichi’s fringe, lifting his head to watch his expression as Satsuki continued smacking him.
“Look at you,” Satsuki snarled, the multiple sounds of impact and Eiichi’s whimpers echoing in the room. “Getting off on being spanked like the pathetic slut you are. What do. You say. To Ranmaru?”
Eiichi’s eyes were glossy with tears, curling his fingers into the sheets. Ranmaru might’ve felt sorry for him if Eiichi’s cock wasn’t absolutely dribbling precum. A trail of saliva ran down his chin as he gazed up at Ranmaru, ready to make his request.
“Fuck my – mhn - my mouth…” And as Satsuki squeezed down painfully on his marked asscheek, “ Please .”
He was damn cute like this, Ranmaru thought to himself, placing a hand on Eiichi’s head as he used the other to push his trousers down under his tented boxers.
“Go on,” he told Eiichi. “Wanna see what you can do with that mouth.”
The man nodded, eagerly eyeing Ranmaru’s thick erection. Out of humiliation and want, it didn’t take long for him to choose the latter.
Eiichi rested his hands on Ranmaru’s thighs and licked a stripe down his abdomen to the waistband, before wrapping his mouth around the fabric-covered bulge. He moaned seemingly just from the feeling of having it in his mouth, noise creating pleasant vibrations against Ranmaru’s cock.
Mouthing at it through the boxers, he rested both hands on Ranmaru’s thighs, using his tongue on the tip. It wasn’t long before Eiichi’d grabbed the fabric, intending to pull them down - but Ranmaru stopped him with a bruising grip on his wrist.
“Needy fuckin’ whore, aren’t you?” Ranmaru grinned. He was starting to enjoy playing this role, and seeing Satsuki enjoying watching made it all the more thrilling. “I think you should beg for it.”
Eiichi shuddered. He was outnumbered and so easily overpowered and it looked like he delighted in it. “Use me,” he croaked. “Do whatever you want to me.”
Ranmaru only got harder at those words. To have the man ready to submit to him fully, letting them fuck him however they pleased? That was a dream come true.
He laughed. “I ain’t doin’ everything for you.” He freed his straining cock, enjoying humiliating Eiichi by stroking it against his face. “Suck.”
Immediately, Eiichi took Ranmaru into his mouth. Wrapping his hand around the base, he lightly sucked at the tip, looking at his boyfriend for approval. Ranmaru let out a shaky groan as those purple eyes drank him in.
He never would’ve expected this in a million years. Otori Eiichi, sucking his cock. He looked so fucking good doing it too, mouth open wide to accommodate it and eyes closing as he made soft slurping sounds, bobbing his head.
Ranmaru looked at Satsuki in question.
“Be as rough with him as you want.” Satsuki smirked. “He won’t gag.”
Eiichi hummed in confirmation, like he was asking him to test those words. So Ranmaru wasn’t too surprised when his cock hit the back of Eiichi’s throat with little resistance.
But he was impressed nonetheless. It was like Eiichi was made - or trained - to do this.
“Good boy.” Ranmaru hadn’t missed how Eiichi reacted when Satsuki gave him that nickname, and it seemed to be pushing his buttons. Eiichi moaned as he leant forward and took the full length of Ranmaru’s cock into his mouth, only stopping when his lips were pressed to the idol’s pelvis. Ranmaru slid his hands into Eiichi’s hair to keep him there, listening to him choking helplessly. And he sounded like he loved every moment.
He let Eiichi breathe when his face went a tint of purple. Coughing hoarsely, Eiichi took the smallest of breaks before the rocker guided his cock back into his mouth. Ranmaru couldn’t resist thrusting his hips into the warm heat of Eiichi’s throat, breathing heavy.
Then Eiichi suddenly released Ranmaru’s cock with a gasp, and with a glance at his other boyfriend, Ranmaru realised why. Satsuki had started to tease the rim of Eiichi’s ass with his finger. His hole was already achingly sensitive from earlier, evident by his whimpers and ragged breaths as he looked over his shoulders.
“Sat... Satsuki…” Eiichi’s voice was roughened as he raised his ass higher in the air, hoping for more. But Satsuki wouldn’t give him it.
He plunged a finger into Eiichi, then two, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t the same, as Satsuki’s thick cock filling him up so wonderfully. He whined.
“That all you can do? Make noises like a dumb mutt?” Satsuki purred, taking his fingers out and making Eiichi gasp in frustration.”I’m gonna need more than that.”
“Please…” Eiichi uttered under his breath, moaning again as Satsuki continued to edge him. He grinded against the blonde’s fingers, shivering with need. “Please, god , please…”
Satsuki tutted. “Use your words, come on. You’re making Ranmaru wait.”
Ranmaru couldn’t have cared less, but he wasn’t about to tell them that and end the show. This was the first time he’d seen Eiichi so fully at their mercy - and he hoped it wouldn’t be the last.
“It’s not hard,” Satsuki continued. “Tell me what you want or you can finish yourself off tonight.”
Eiichi shook his head desperately, frustrated noises bubbling out of him as he struggled to voice hazy thoughts. He looked at Ranmaru, seemingly for assistance, but Ranmaru wasn’t going to give him any, grinning back instead. With a whimper of defeat, the eldest gave in.
“Fuck me,” Eiichi begged, coming completely undone. “Satsuki, please, fuck me! Please !”
Satsuki grinned.
“Such a good slut you are,” he mocked, even as he slid his cock into Eiichi brutally fast. “You make it hard to say no to you.”
Eiichi sobbed in pleasure and gripped the sheets, pushing back against him, trying to get as full as he could. Satsuki threaded a hand into Eiichi's hair and yanked his head back as he started to thrust, murmuring raspily about how good he felt.
For as long as he could resist, Ranmaru simply stood there and enjoyed the sounds and sight of Eiichi being fucked like an animal, eyes rolling back in his head. His saliva soaked the bedsheets, running off his chin as he moaned wantonly.
He was still managing to beg for more, for harder , before Ranmaru shoved his cock back into Eiichi’s mouth. Satsuki was quick to resume his pace from earlier, viciously slamming his length into Eiichi.
The two men savoured his muffled cries together as Ranmaru’s cock was forced back down his throat, only going deeper when Satsuki’s thrusts pushed him forward onto it. Eiichi’s body went slack as they used him, held steady only by Satsuki grasping his pelvis and Ranmaru’s large hands on either side of his face.
Tears dripped from Eiichi’s eyes, clenched shut in overwhelm. He whimpered and whined like a puppy, weak from being worked up a second time that night. It still wasn’t enough for Ranmaru, so new to this.
“Open your eyes,” he sneered. “Let me see ‘em as we make a mess of you.”
They blinked open - closed with a moan - and then remained open, focusing on Ranmaru. The heat pooling in Ranmaru’s stomach threatened to burst as he witnessed them, wet, glossy and distant as he choked on his cock, and jeez, that mouth felt so good on him...
The sight of Eiichi serving him, obeying him, finally was too much. Within moments, the older man’s lips were a dripping mess of cum and Ranmaru admired it, catching his breath and backing up.
“You were so good for us tonight, Eiichi.” Satsuki finally spoke up again, slap of skin on skin echoing. “Ready to cum?"
Eiichi nodded, head hanging. It was too much for him, clearly; it was rather impressive he’d lasted as long as he had, when Ranmaru sensed the humiliation had turned him on further. He was ruined, fucked-out, collapsing to his elbows, and as Satsuki began to stroke him forgivingly, that was it. Mind overwhelmed by pleasure and body completely at its limit, he came hard with a cry, gripping at the sheets with weak and trembling hands.
Satsuki let out a low groan as Eiichi clenched around him, thrusts becoming sloppy, and it wasn't long before he filled the shaking man with his cum, clamping down tight on Eiichi's hips. Eiichi whimpered weakly, completely spent, as more marks were added to his bruised skin.
All three gasped for air, trembling in ecstasy. When Satsuki had gotten himself together enough to pull out and let go of it, Eiichi's body fell like a ragdoll. He simply laid there, too exhausted to move, a flushed, sweating, incomprehensible mess.
Ranmaru recovered first, getting his breath back relatively fast. He smirked in satisfaction at the still-panting Eiichi. He knew he'd been rough, but this was such a contrast to Eiichi's usual self. Half-lidded purple eyes, glazed with euphoria, mouth swollen, breathing hard: he'd never seen Eiichi so worn and speechless under their doing before.
Watching Eiichi drag himself further up the bed and resting his dishevelled hair on the pillows, he suppressed the swell of pride for now and joined him lying there, followed by Satsuki. There was a silence, punctuated by gradually regular gasps.
“So, how was it? Taking both of us?” Satsuki bluntly broke the silence, placing a possessive hand on Eiichi’s chest.
Eiichi sighed dreamily. It was like a light had suddenly switched on inside of him - he didn’t look so dumbed or hazy anymore. “It’s always been a fantasy of mine,” he admitted. “But Ranmaru seemed to like it more when I-“
“Nah,” Ranmaru cut him off. “Now I know you’re a bottom? S’over for you, Otori.”
The older man actually laughed at that. “Who would’ve guessed,” Eiichi drawled. “Not me.”
He seemed to have changed completely. He was back to his unflustered self, when minutes before he’d been the most submissive and slutty Ranmaru had ever seen him.
Hey, if the guy was into that…
“Anyway.” Eiichi looked pointedly at Satsuki. “He knows what happens now.”
Ranmaru couldn’t think what. Clean up? Round two?
It was Satsuki’s turn to sigh. “Yeah. Come on, then.”
Bemused, Ranmaru watched as Satsuki opened his arms and Eiichi snuggled into them, letting out a mumble of contentment.
Eiichi as the little spoon, resting his head on the blonde’s bare chest, really was the icing on the cake for Ranmaru. What a night.
“Never woulda believed any of this if you told me,” he dryly confessed, staring at the two. The brunette was putting real effort into being as close as possible, entangling his legs with Satsuki’s and relaxing as those muscular, freckled arms went around him. “So you got over that ego n’ finally saw the appeal.”
“In what world does pillowtalk mean mocking me,” Eiichi muttered, though he didn’t sound too bothered. “Am I not allowed to be held? Well… you’re the one missing out, anyway.”
“Now, when did I say that?” Ranmaru was more than happy to get the chance to prove Eiichi wrong, at any time. Even now, when that meant shuffling closer and spooning him and also trying to ignore how good Eiichi’s ass felt against him and how, in the back of his mind, there was something new he’d very much like to try.
Couldn’t hurt to ask Satsuki for pointers in the morning. He wanted Eiichi like that under him, flushed and begging and obedient. It was enough to make him salivate.
Another time, though. For now, cuddling his boyfriend felt nice enough.