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“So how were you doing, Majima?”
Over the last thirty minutes, it seemed to Majima like he felt every single one of the human emotions. Surprise, disbelief, happiness, anger, rage, and now sadness. He was indulging in a cigarette between his lips, sitting on concrete in many empty lots in Kamurocho while talking to a ghost. Or zombie, or vampire, or other undead creature Nishitani had to be. But he was alive. He was warm and breathing. And he could still bleed. Majima was well aware of that as he stared at splatters of Nishitani’s blood on his gloves.
When he recognized a familiar voice and posture in one of Kamurocho’s many bars, he couldn’t stop himself from pulling his dagger out. And when a familiar dagger was also pulled out in response, he was sure. It was really Nishitani. Alive and well. Much older with grayish hair at his temples and more prominent wrinkles, but it was him. Alive.
The memories of worse times flooded Majima’s head as he became frantic in his fighting, and if not for the fact that Nishitani surely was a little rusty, Majima would return home with a few new holes inside him.
Despite his heart pounding and his thoughts being a mess, he managed to pin Nishitani down by sitting on his chest while pointing a dagger at his neck.
“I will fucking kill you.” Majima let out, but before he could even think about this threat, he pulled him by his collar and kissed him deeply. He was sloppy and messy while pushing his tongue into Nishitani’s mouth, who was willing to accept anything this new Majima gave him. The mad dog was inhaling the scents of alcohol and cigarettes of him as he became more desperate, panting into his mouth. It felt good.
“Wow, I see this city turned you into a fag or something.” Nishitani’s lips curled into a smile as he licked his lips. Majima rolled his eye in response. To Nishitani’s surprise, the comment he made wasn’t as unique as he might’ve thought.
“You have a second dagger in there, or are you just happy to see me?” Majima barked in response, growing well aware of Nishitani’s erection resting against his ass. He didn’t change one bit. Majima changed a lot. It looked like the snarky comment made Nishitani laugh in his distinct howling way.
“What happened to my cute, girly, long-haired Majima? You even show your tits to everyone now!” Majima scoffed in response, earning another laugh from the man pinned down.
“That’s more like Majima, I knew!”
Knew. He was right.
Majima got off him and hid his blade. Yeah, he should respect his elders instead of jumping them when they try to relax in a bar. He pulled out a cigarette as Nishitani playfully humped the air.
“Come on, Majima! I was getting close. You can’t blue-ball me like that.” He sat up as Majima offered him a cigarette.
“Better tell me how the fuck are you alive. Last time I’ve seen ya, you had more holes in you than a glory hole.” Nishitani laughed so loud he surely had to alarm some pedestrians, even though they were sitting in a tucked-away area. He sat up and grabbed the cigarette.
“I don’t even really know how. God intervention or some shit like that.” He held up his cigarette, waiting for Majima to light it. He did it purely out of courtesy. Nishitani took a deep inhale.
“After I got done with that cop, I passed out. The next thing I know, I wake up in a hospital and a nurse screams at me and runs out. Not the first time I scared off a woman, but you know I got pretty upset about that. She comes back with a group of more nurses and a doctor, and they look at me like I just fucking resurrected. And then they tell me, yeah, kind of.” Nishitani took another drag while Majima raised his eyebrows.
“They fucking told me I was in a coma. 2 years. They thought I’d never wake up. They said they thought I was brain dead. Honestly, surprising they didn’t pull the plug on me. But they didn’t. But that only started more shit. They didn’t believe my self-defense excuse. Not surprised with the state I left that guy in.” Nishitani chuckled as Majima stared at him in disbelief.
“And also, I had no clue what y’all Tojo boys did around the same time, but they were hounding me like crazy in those interrogation rooms because of y’all. I just woke up and barely can understand what’s going on, lost all the muscles, and those shits are asking me what the fuck I know about some random ass Tojo errand boys.” He took out the cigarette on the pavement. Majima fixed the collar of his jacket as he felt the warmth of embarrassment on his face.
“Whatever. Then they sentenced me. I honestly got scared they were going to give me life or worse. And I couldn’t count on my boys from Kijin anyway. Was praying they would sentence me just for murder and not aggravated one. But they just slapped 15 years. And now I’m out. Trip to Kamurocho was a little release party I threw for myself.”
Majima’s mouth hung a bit open. All the information that was dropped on his head at once made his thoughts race at an alarming speed. He was more than amazed. He fixed his gloves.
“Shit. Shouldn’t have jumped you then. I thought you were just living your life without letting me know you survived all this time.”
“Majima! Fighting with you was the best welcome back gift you could give me! Also, have you missed me or something? That’s gay.” Nishitani teased as Majima felt weirdly uncomfortable.
He pushed that part away from his life as hard as he could. Except for Goromi sometimes referencing it, he buried that part of his life deep underground. He buried Nishitani deep underground. Prematurely, it seems.
“Nah, found me a different guy. Younger than you.” Majima teased back, cutting his thoughts off as Nishitani theatrically grabbed his chest.
“Ah! You are breaking my heart!” Majima laughed at his performance and lit up a new cigarette. The emotions were calming down inside him.
“So how were you doing, Majima?” Nishitani moved closer.
“I got my own family. Fun stuff. But now I’m more busy stalking this guy.” Nishitani raised both his eyebrows as he whistled.
“Didn’t take you for a creep like that. Who is he?”
“He got out of jail recently too. Killed his patriarch. You might’ve heard. Anyway, he got a nice ass and muscles, so I’ve been following him around to test them out. His muscles, I mean, didn’t get to his ass yet.” Nishitani let out a wheeze. It seemed like he was appreciating how straightforward Majima got over the years.
“Sounds fun. Wanna introduce me?” Majima looked at him, surprised.
“Weren’t you busy celebrating getting out of jail?”
“Well, you said he had a nice ass. That can be a nice celebration.” Majima thought about it for a while.
“It can be fun. I keep jumping him, but so far he has always been able to fight me off. Maybe if two people surprise him…” Majima got up as Nishitani said something about a swordfight that Majima didn’t really catch.
They decided to take a stroll around Kamurocho. Majima explained Kiryu would surely show up somewhere on the street eventually. If they wouldn’t be able to find him like that, they could always extend their release party to Serena to surprise him there.
Nishitani enjoyed the city lights. This city was brand new and foreign to him. Honestly, everything was brand new and foreign to him. He had his reasons for going to Kamurocho to celebrate. He had plans to actually spend time in his lovely Sotenbori. Drink, go to a cabaret, and maybe even buy out some ladies to keep for a night. It’s not like he didn’t get any action in prison. All male joint was honestly more like a treat to him, plenty of pretty boys who got here because of shoplifting and would do anything for attention from a big, scary yakuza, but honestly, Nishitani was missing the warm touch of female breasts. Though Majima, with his open jacket, quickly fulfilled that urge. Maybe not female, but good enough. Even now Nishitani couldn’t stop himself from looking over at him and catching a glimpse of his nipples. What a whore. Majima really let himself go.
Nishitani loved it.
However, he didn’t love how everything else changed. That was why he didn’t stay in Sotenbori. He was overwhelmed. Walking through the same streets that had no resemblance to how he had seen them last time made his heart go up to his throat. Everything was new. Everything was so different. He couldn’t handle it, so he took the first taxi to Kamurocho. When he waved his ten thousand yen bill, the taxi driver just stared at him. Nishitani, for the first time in his life, wasn’t glad about how hard he was standing out.
It felt nice to find some sense of familiarity, even in this foreign place. And if that sense was a pretty man, it was even better.
Suddenly, Majima picked up pace as he started running. Nishitani looked at him, stunned, before hearing an ear-piercing scream.
“KAZZY!”
Immediately, he noticed another man running away from Majima. This was about to be fun. He picked up his pace as he tried to keep up with Majima, who had his eye completely locked on this Kiryu individual. Even from a distance, Nishitani could see how well-built this guy was. A certain warmth spread in his abdomen at the thought of the fight with him.
Majima pulled out a dagger when he finally managed to corner Kiryu.
“Majima. I don’t have time for that.”
“There is always time for a fight!”
Nishitani ran over to them as Kiryu furrowed his brows more than they were naturally. It looked like he was about to ask something along the lines of “And who is that?” but before he got to, Nishitani pulled out his own dagger before whistling.
“Damn Majima you didn’t tell me he had nice tits as well!”
Kiryu’s expression turned from mad to plain confused as he looked down with almost a sense of insecurity at his chest before immediately looking up, trying to play it off. Majima only rolled his eye, somewhat embarrassed by his friend, even though in private he would surely agree. He ran towards Kiryu, trying to ease the atmosphere, and he immediately tried to stab him. The attempted stabbing was surely better than Nishitani’s bullshit.
Nishitani joined him immediately as both of them started attacking Kiryu viciously. He fought against many opponents at one time before, but fighting two skillful and clearly insane ones at the same time proved harder than ever. Their moves were so similar, that Kiryu genuinely thought his vision was doubling. He was used to one insane maniac with a dagger following him, but now there were two of them.
Kiryu’s body was running out of steam as, due to their constant attacks, he couldn’t land a single hit. Evading them all the time took a tool on his frame as his moves were slower and sluggish. He didn’t even notice when the stranger somehow swirled around him and ended up putting a dagger on his neck from behind. Kiryu tried to get out of the grasp as he struggled against the hold, but when he felt one of the stranger’s hands reach his chest and grope it, he couldn’t stop himself from a surprised yelp. He looked confused at Majima pleading for an explanation, but the one-eyed man only smiled in response.
“I told you he is nice.” Something pressed into Kiryu’s clothed ass as this position started to seem claustrophobic.
"Okay, let me go now, it’s not funny anymore.” He scoffed, but the stranger behind him seemed hesitant to do so as the firmness on his butt only grew more apparent. Kiryu was blissfully unaware of the cause of that.
“Yeah, he got me going all the right ways. Cutie and knows how to fight.” He struggled again.
“Don’t worry, Kiryu he is all bark and no bite. He does that to everyone.” Majima let out, seeing how hard he was trying to get out of the grasp, but Kiryu only furrowed his brows even more.
“I don’t care! Make him get off me!” Kiryu grunted out as his patience was running out. Only then did Nishitani let him go as he put both of his hands up.
“Fine, fine. I’m done.” Kiryu brushed himself off as he tried to somehow regain his composure.
“Who is even that?” He murmured, still annoyed by what just happened.
“Old friend. He also got out of jail recently, so we are celebrating his return!” Majima smiled before his eye lit up.
“Actually Kiryu! You didn’t have your own return party yet! How about we do those two at once and get some drinks now?” Majima was surely the most excited as Kiryu only looked at the new guy. He wasn’t sold on that idea. Especially not when he was licking his lips and Kiryu could still feel the imprints of his hands on his body.
“I’m busy.” Kiryu murmured, looking back at Majima.
“Come on, Kiryu! Don’t be such an ass! Have some fun with us!” Majima showed him one of his best smiles, but Kiryu once again just looked at the guy next to him. He was enough to make him say no. His persistent hard-on was making Kiryu only surer in his decision.
But somehow Kiryu couldn’t stop a hint of curiosity. Who was this…calling him grandpa with such fast moves would be a little mean. He surely didn’t meet this guy when he was doing his time, so he couldn’t be from Tokyo. Was he from Kansai? Is that how he knew Majima? Kiryu only heard hints and weird reminiscences from Majima about his past. He never told him the whole story. And he was curious. Not to mention how similar those two were. It really piqued his interest as he felt closer than ever in trying to decipher this secret that was why Majima was…acting like Majima.
“Whatever, but only one drink.” Kiryu rolled his eyes as Majima clapped in excitement.
Quickly, the wretched one drink turned into full-on bar hopping. They visited Shellac and played darts in Vincent, they even ended up in Asia, even though Kiryu protested at first. He felt like it was weird for all three of them to come to a place like that. Nishitani was the most excited about it as he started throwing bills at the dancer, earning annoyed looks from both the dancer and the patrons.
“I thought if I throw enough, maybe she will take her bra on.” Nishitani kicked a rock as they strolled around the street after being kicked out for this exact reason. Kiryu just hoped this idiot wouldn’t get him banned.
He learned much about that idiot over the course of the night. He was named Nishitani, he did longer than Kiryu, and he knew Majima from back when he was in his early twenties. He tried to even push him a little to maybe say more details about how Majima was at the time, but every single conversation like that was cut short by Majima. The best that he got out of him was the ambiguous sentence: “He was kind of like a half-smoked cigarette that a group of teenagers managed to find crumpled up on the pavement.”
Kiryu raised his eyebrows as he quickly asked, “Why?”
“Because he was passed around.” Nishitani’s howling laugh turned into a wheeze as Majima punched him in the stomach.
Kiryu didn’t learn much and was even more confused than before about Majima’s secrets, but the alcohol buzzing in his system was quickly shooting those questions down. He lost count of how many drinks they ordered. The two men around him didn’t stop drinking, and he felt like he had to keep up with them, soon enough, Kiryu was tripping over his own legs. He decided to sit still and not speak for a while to maybe sober up—too scared that if he indeed spoke, his slurred speech would give away how done he was already. It always embarrassed him whenever someone drank him under the table.
He started at both men, and the lens of whisky-filled bloodstream quickly made him notice some details.
Nishitani wasn’t that awful. Surely he just seemed like a creepy old guy, but he knew how to have fun. He was enjoying himself on this random night more than Kiryu was probably in his life. He tried to keep being open-minded as he noticed Majima was flourishing in his presence. Those two really got along as they continued ordering more drinks, speaking about subjects Kiryu had no knowledge of or interest in.
He stared at the man, analyzing his features. He was surely much older than both of them, the deep wrinkles covering his face gave that away immediately. Usually, Kiryu thought about the process of aging as equal to becoming ugly when it came to men, but this guy right in front of him defied that. He looked hot with those gray streaks in his hair. He didn’t even notice when their knees began touching as Nishitani constantly moved around, bumping their knees. Kiryu might’ve leaned into him as well. The buzz was making his eyelids heavier.
He lazily looked at Majima. Kiryu already knew he was handsome as shit and had no need to analyze that again. He was awestruck by him whenever he wasn’t actually hunting him down. But when he honestly thought about it, the hunting was kind of nice as well. He would never admit it, though. Surely it was annoying as hell at times when Kiryu had to do something, but he liked the little competition between them, and he loved it when he actually got to talk to him. Whenever his accent slipped off, he felt some sort of satisfaction. Not to mention how weirdly happy Majima’s sudden interest in a pocket circuit made him! Kiryu never had someone get so involved in his interest. And he never had someone trying that hard to beat him in it. He liked the rivalry and even appreciated the many costume changes.
Buried in his thoughts, Kiryu didn’t even notice when he let his head rest on a table. He was really tired, and the alcohol wasn’t making that any better.
“Hey Kiryu! You can’t doze off, they’re gonna kick us out!” A sharp kick under the table made him look up at Majima. Nishitani looked around.
“Well, I think they are going to close soon anyway, there is no one here anymore.” He leaned out of the booth to check his theory.
“They probably all ran away since you can’t stop screaming about shit you did in jail even for a second.”
“Come on! Those are good stories! And y’all are the first ones to hear them, you should appreciate it a little more.” Nishitani readjusted in his seat, making himself comfortable, as if he immediately forgot about his comment about the bar closing soon.
“What about you, Kiryu? Do you have any fun stories from jail?” Kiryu shook his head.
“Not really. I got out so early because I was a model prisoner.” Nishitani gasped in disbelief.
“Huh?! You got those muscles and never got the chance to use them? What a waste.”
“Well, there was only this one thing. Someone sent out an assassin for me. But that was all.” Majima whistled.
“You can’t skimp up on the details like that, Kiryu! Tell us more!”
“It’s nothing to talk about. He was nowhere near something that would interest both of you.” Nishitani chuckled in response as he sipped on his drink before leaning closer to him.
“But come on! Only that? So boring! Are you sure you aren’t hiding something?” Kiryu shook his head. He had no reason to lie. Nishitani leaned even closer as he could feel heavy with alcohol breath.
“Come on. Maybe someone tried something in the showers, and you are too embarrassed to talk about it.” Kiryu choked on his own saliva. Majima elbowed Nishitani to his side in response, but the older man genuinely looked confused.
“What?! I know how it is inside! I surely tried!”
Kiryu looked around the bar as if to make sure there was indeed no one else who could overhear their conversation. No one except the bartender stared at the group of men with visible anxiety, looking over at the clock.
Kiryu squinted as he tried to read the hour. Yeah, they surely were after closing. The bartender had to be too nervous to kick yakuza-looking men out. Kiryu decided to take the initiative as he stood up.
“It’s late, let’s go.”
Both Nishitani and Majima looked like sad little puppies as they protested, but it seemed that they were just like puppies in more ways than one because when Kiryu started getting up and moving to the door, they followed him.
“Oh, come on, Kiryu! We won’t find another open bar at this hour!” Majima whined as he speeded up to face Kiryu.
“That one was already closed too.”
“If it was, the bartender would kick us out already!” Kiryu furrowed his brows as he looked over at Majima. What civilian in their right mind would kick out a man dressed like this?
“Well, a hotel bar should be open. We can go to the one I’m staying at.” Nishitani responded, picking his nails as Majima smiled widely. Kiryu was about to decline immediately, but then some sense of responsibility over these two hit him. He was surely more drunk than them, he had to try his best to walk straight, but leaving those two in a bar in the shitfaced state they were in seemed…unresponsible. Just one more drink, and he will drag Nishitani to his room, and even fucking tuck him in and babysit Majima till he gets his ass into a cab. One more drink.
They led Nishitani into the hotel district, and he seemed to pick a hotel building at random before coming over to the front desk. Majima and Kiryu were staggering behind as they overheard the conversation.
“I need a room for…” He looked over at the two men. “One.” He smiled at the worker, who was visibly taken aback by the group and didn’t say anything. Kiryu let out a sigh of relief. In normal circumstances, the worker surely would say something like, “This is not a love hotel." Looking at the circumstances, it looked like his eccentric friends were useful for once.
After a few more exchanges, the worker gave the key to Nishitani.
“Where is the bar?”
“It’s already closed for the night.” It might’ve seemed like Majima and Nishitani just heard news of their loved ones passing, by the expression they made. If they had those in the first place. They looked utterly disappointed and miserable. Kiryu was the only one smiling at that information. Maybe that was the end of their nightly escapade.
“But.” Their faces lit up again.
“The room service is 24/7, so you can order drinks like that.” Majima and Nishitani were already off, dragging Kiryu with them.
Majima and Nishitani plopped on the bed with the room service menu as Kiryu stood above them. He crossed his arms and tapped his foot, trying to figure out if this was the right time to leave them for the night. His head felt heavy, and he honestly had enough of playing babysitter for the night.
Kiryu turned around, ready to leave for the night, but the sudden movement made him stumble on his feet. He was really drunk, and it didn’t escape the attention of both men behind him, who chuckled to each other.
“You had enough, Kiryu?” Majima asked with too much coyness in his voice.
Kiryu turned back to them and shook his head as he held his hand over his mouth. He felt like he was about to puke.
“I think I need to lay down.” He murmured under his nose. Majima and Nishitani immediately moved around, giving him a bit of space on the bed as Kiryu plopped down. He tried to close his eyes, but it ended up making all of it worse as the room around him started spinning. Kiryu tried to blink it away. Suddenly, he felt a hand running up and down on his abdomen.
“Who would’ve thought a guy like that couldn’t handle his drinks?” Nishitani chuckled, as he couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself.
“Shut up.” Kiryu groaned out.
“Well, I know a way I can make you feel better!” Kiryu didn’t even have the strength to fight off Nishitani’s hands reaching down for his zipper.
It looked like Majima found himself getting jealous over how easily Kiryu came undone and let Nishitani toy with him, so he crawled closer as well. He leaned over Kiryu’s face.
“Don’t throw up in my mouth.” Majima let out, before connecting their lips. Kiryu didn’t reciprocate, too surprised and stunned by how everything was happening so fast. But he had to be expecting it. Even a little bit by how this whole evening was unraveling. Was he always so oblivious when handsome men clearly flirted with him? He was clearly too oblivious when handsome men invited him to a hotel.
He moaned in Majima’s mouth, too surprised to even feel that Nishitani tugged and pulled out his length from out his pants. He gave it an appreciative whistle as he held the soft dick in his hand. It reacted by jerking a few times as it quickly started to stiffen, but even now in its softish state, it was big. Nishitani wrapped his hand around it, appreciating the girth. He honestly expected only two things out of Kiryu. Either extremely big or extremely small. Nishitani would be satisfied with either.
Majima looked up to see what all the fuss was about and couldn’t stop himself from pulling away from the kiss at the sight.
“God damn Kiryu! How did you hide that from me?!” Majima knew it was just a playful lie. He managed to get a feel of his size multiple times during their fights before. This was about to be fun.
Nishitani spat on the length and gave it a few pumps. Kiryu whined at the sensitivity as he held his hands over his face, still feeling sick due to the alcohol. His mind was quickly wandering away from those thoughts as his mind was being grown over with pleasure, no matter how hard he tried to keep his composure. He was nauseous, sweaty, and ready for everything those two were about to do to him. When was even the last time he felt this good? And would sober Kiryu ever think something like that?
A new sensation caused him to uncover his face. Nishitani licked a long strip across the length as he smiled up at Kiryu.
“First dick, I’m sucking when I’m free! You should feel appreciated!” Nishitani laughed again as he swirled his tongue around the tip, making quite the show of it. Kiryu’s face was flushed red.
“Yeah? How many dicks have you sucked when you were locked, huh?” Majima barked back as he crawled to sit next to Nishitani. He leaned over Kiryu’s thigh, moving his face close to the length.
“Jealous?” Nishitani attempted to say with his mouth stuffed with cock, but Majima only rolled his eye as he moved his lips over Kiryu’s balls.
Kiryu felt like he was about to cum just from the image. Two handsome men licking and sucking on his dick and, by the looks of it, enjoying it more than him. He was leaking precum like crazy, constantly jerking inside Nishitani’s mouth. His flushed face and look of utter disbelief as he breathed in heavily made Majima’s heart beat faster as he couldn’t stop himself from toying with his even more.
He grabbed Nishitani’s chin and pulled him off the length. The older man looked surprised, but when Majima brought him closer to the tip, leaning in as well, he got the hint. Two of the men started making out with the tip of Kiryu’s cock in between their lips. They lazily brushed against the length and each other's lips with their tongues as this make-out session looked more like each one of them tried to fuck the other one’s mouth with just his tongue. Kiryu’s breath heaved. The sensation was much less with their uncoordinated licks, but pleasure in his abdomen quickly spilled as he pained both of the men’s lips with his cum.
Nishitani laughed midway, trying to lick away sperm from Majima’s face.
“He really is cute!”
“I think just unexperienced.” Majima couldn’t stop himself from this little dab at Kiryu, who was too out of it to even react. He had his head thrown back over the pillow as he squeezed his eyes shut.
“Hey! We’re not finished!” Nishitani squeezed Kiryu’s dick quickly, jerking him back into reality. Kiryu let out a sound between a hiss and a moan when Nishitani roughly jerked his oversensitive dick.
“No…sensitive.” Kiryu tried to gasp out between pained moans. Nishitani stopped moving his hand but still squeezed the length tightly.
“You saying it’s too sensitive, huh?” Majima asked, tilting his head. Kiryu quickly nodded.
“So, you don’t want to feel good anymore?” Nishitani added.
Immediately Kiryu shook his head as he felt this weird desperation spread around his lower abdomen.
“Well, what can we do now?” Nishitani’s voice sounded as if of true disappointment and confusion, and to emphasize, he stroked Kiryu slightly. Majima shrugged his shoulders as he couldn’t fight off a smile, seeing how unraveled Kiryu had already become.
“You…you can use it.” Kiryu barely could get the words out between his gaps.
“Use what?” They asked in unison, happy at where this was going.
“Use my hole.” Kiryu shuddered. Nishitani didn’t have to hear this twice as his mouth latched on his asshole as Majima stood up to look around the room for lube. Lotion would do too, and even if he didn’t find one, Kiryu was probably so out of it he wouldn’t mind. His mouth was left hanging open as he breathed in, loudly arching his back. Nishitani gripped his things as he kept them widespread. Majima smiled to himself when he grabbed a little bottle of lube lying down on a table with other toiletries. Well, for such a nice hotel, they keep lube in the rooms too.
Majima dropped it by Nishitani’s head, who was too busy between Kiryu’s thighs to notice.
“They didn’t feed you in prison or something?” Majima snickered at that as he sat by Kiryu’s head again. This time he put it up before promptly placing it on his lap.
“How about you also get your mouth busy hm?” He asked Kiryu, who was too fucked up to say much of anything, so when Majima tugged himself out of his leather pants, Kiryu simply latched onto his tip. And well, that was something. It made Majima’s eyebrow raise, showing how inexperienced his head felt. He was glad he liked it rough because the scrapes of Kiryu’s teeth on the underside of his cock were constant and unavoidable. Well, Kiryu wasn’t ever a person to brag, and now it made sense.
He appreciated his enthusiasm; he really did when he looked up at him with his teary half-lidded eyes and mouth full of cock, and maybe that was what ultimately pushed him to really show Kiryu how it can be done. He grabbed his hair by the base and forced his whole length down his throat, making Kiryu gag in surprise, but then quickly tried to play it off by humming in what could only be interpreted as appreciation.
This hum of appreciation quickly turned into a moan when Nishitani finally caught on to the bottle of lube and started to finger Kiryu.
Nishitani wasn’t ever a patient man, so he immediately started with two fingers, making Kiryu moan and whine around the dick in his mouth. He was clearly struggling a bit with the stretch—it even made Majima worried this was about to be the first time he ever had someone play with his ass. Or maybe not worried, but there was a sense of anxiety about the idea it was Kiryu’s first time. Majima would honestly not be very glad if his own first-time bottoming would be with Nishitani.
He lightly punched Nishitani’s arm.
“Hey, go easy on him.” Nishitani raised his eyebrows as he was already three fingers deep.
“What? Worried I’ll make him too loose for you?” He chuckled, but Majima rolled his eye.
“No, I’m just being considered, have you ever heard of that?”
Nishitani leaned forward, trying to face Kiryu, who was still busy being face-fucked. Much for Majima’s consideration.
“Hey, you good here?” Majima let go of Kiryu’s hair, who immediately moved from his dick with a loud pop.
Kiryu was panting, his whole face red, but in between the breathy moans you could make out, “Just put it in already.” And immediately went back to sucking Majima's dick.
Nishitani clapped his hands.
"See, I was right! Less talking, more fucking.” And as he said, he got on his knees and undid his pants.
Nishitani was always quick to slam his dick into his partner, even rolling his eyes sometimes at the need to prep them beforehand, so with Kiryu’s newfound enthusiasm, he was doing everything to already get inside him. He quickly lined himself up to his hole and started pressing in, breaching him with much resistance.
Kiryu completely forgot about the dick in his mouth as he proved to be useless and yet again forced Majima to simply use his head, as he was too busy moaning and trying to throw his head back. He felt like his head was spinning again as he slowly felt more and more full.
He was surprised at how good this old fuck could make him feel. Kiryu moaned shamelessly, muffled mostly by Majima. Maybe that's what he really needed. He felt amazing for the first time in a while as he enjoyed both men using him, disregarding how compromised he must've looked right now.
Nishitani almost immediately started with fast speed as he felt like there was no time to waste, especially when such a nice hole was just splayed in front of him.
Kiryu felt both men slightly shift as he looked up at them, seeing them make out as they both fucked him in their respective ways. Kiryu never felt like he was much of a kissing guy, never felt attracted to the concept of it, but somehow those two making out right in front of him proved to change his mind about that. He brought his hand to his dick as he started jerking himself off, still staring at the image in front of him. He was really close and just needed a little push. Majima could not ignore the sight under him as he moved away from Nishitani.
“You enjoyin’ yourself, Kazzy?”
Kiryu spilled inside his hand as he bobbed his hand on Majima’s length as if nodding his head.
He was mostly out of it as they both used his body. He didn't mind it, he was glad he could make other people feel as good as he did in his post-orgasm haze. He whined as Nishitani fucked past his sensitivity till he filled him up.
With Kiryu's awful blowjob skills, Majima got quite a workout of using his head like a fleshlight till he came in his mouth and pulled away as he sat down on the bed. The alcohol and orgasm made his head spin. No wonder, he finally came inside a guy he fixated on for a while.
Kiryu coughed, swallowing the cum inside his mouth before covering his face with his hands. He didn’t realize how annoying the bright lights in the room were until now, and he was oh so fucking tired. At this time, he was even a tiny bit glad at how much he drank, he felt amazing, but he didn’t know if he could unwind like that in front of these two if he was sober. He just wished Majima wouldn’t pick on him too hard about it in the future.
“Well, now let’s hope he doesn’t vomit that up.” Nishitani walked over to the bathroom to grab towels while murmuring something about fountains Majima didn’t really catch. He grabbed the towel from him and wiped himself up before walking in between Kiryu’s legs and doing the same for him. Poor guy was really not in the state to do it himself.
“So, what are you sleeping here?” Nishitani asked.
“I’m for sure not leaving my friend alone with you while he is passed out.” Majima sat on the bed, but Nishitani just laughed.
“You mean our friend, right? I think he even likes me more than you now.” Majima rolled his eye, but their bickering was quickly interrupted by Kiryu whining about them turning off the lights.
Well, Majima didn’t get to try Kiryu’s ass after all, but for now, he was fine with that. He was even fine with two men on both of his sides snoring way too loud for comfort while his hungover headache was slowly creeping in. He was more than fine with that.