In Good Company (Part Two) - Miyavi/Reita, Reita/Aoi/Miyavi
Title: In Good Company
Author: Kagome
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Miyavi(solo)/Reita (The GazettE), Reita(The GazettE)/Aoi(The GazettE)/Miyavi(solo)
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies.
Summary: Aoi extends an offer for Reita and Miyavi to spend the night at his place, simply for safety measures. They shouldn’t be out in such bad weather, after all. But as the night progresses, Aoi discovers that perhaps his kind gesture has backfired: Reita and Miyavi are not quiet lovers, and it is very difficult to think pure thoughts when his friends aren’t even trying to be quiet for his sake. Aoi, unable to sleep, listens to them, and his mind and his hands begin to wander. Afterwards, he is still unable to sleep and he heads downstairs for a drink of water, only to be confronted with an offer that he would be absolutely stupid to refuse…
Comments: I finished writing this well over a month ago… I was just very slow with the posting, so please forgive me. ^.^; This is, perhaps, the smuttiest smut I have ever written, and it is what I consider to be my first proper threesome fic. ^______^ I’m quite proud of it (to be honest, I especially love Reita in this fic), and I hope that you all will enjoy it as well. It’s even longer than Chicken, and it’s pretty much entirely smut. *LOL* Eventually, I will be smutted out, so to speak. XD;;; But already, the three of them are clawing at my mind again, wanting me to write more. Demanding, they are. This fic was written for beevosteethos, because she reallyreallyreally wanted a full-out threesome, and what she wants, I deliver. ;-D I hope you like it, honey, and thank you for being so patient with me. Haven't read the first part yet? Then click here.
But suddenly, Reita was pulling away from him, saying, “Stop, stop, Miyavi… stop.” Miyavi did stop, and Aoi looked back and forth between them confusedly, most definitely wanting them to keep going. He wanted to feel the wet heat of Miyavi’s mouth on his cock again. He wanted to feel Reita’s cock in his hand - wanted to feel it throb as he stroked it.
So why were they stopping? Something related to fear - or perhaps panic - began to tie Aoi’s stomach in knots. Did they suddenly not want to do this anymore? Did they think they were making a mistake?
“Why?” he asked, realizing that he sounded just as confused and afraid as he felt. “Why are you stopping?”
“Shh,” Reita whispered, moving closer to Aoi again. “We’re not stopping, Aoi… not altogether, anyway.”
Aoi didn’t understand. They had stopped, so what did Reita mean?
Apparently noticing that the confusion had not left his face, Miyavi clarified Reita’s statement. “We’re going to be doing this a bit differently is what Rei-chan means. Not just with mouths and hands.”
The implication of those words made Aoi’s breath catch in his throat. “Then… there’s more?”
“Much more,” Reita said with a nod and a very wicked smile. “Just as soon as we negotiate how we’re gonna do this.”
“What’s to negotiate?” Aoi asked as he felt the fear melt away completely. The lust returned in full force and he sat up, reaching out to run his fingers along Miyavi’s back, stopping just above the band of his boxers. “You’re still overdressed,” he said, his eyes darting to Reita.
“Aoi-kun is right, Miya-chan,” Reita declared, pressing a kiss to Miyavi’s neck. “Aoi-kun… why don’t you take care of that?”
“Want me to?” Aoi asked Miyavi, and the look in his eyes told him that he didn’t even have to ask. ‘Hell yes,’ was what Miyavi’s eyes said. ‘Hell yes,’ and ‘Do it right the fuck now’. And who was Aoi to deny that look?
Aoi gently pushed Miyavi back until he was lying on the floor, and then hooked his fingers into the band of Miyavi’s boxers, silently urging him to lift his hips. Miyavi did so, and Aoi removed the article of clothing in one smooth movement, tossing it aside with no mind as to where it might have landed. His eyes explored Miyavi’s body freely, and Miyavi showed absolutely no signs of being embarrassed by it at all. Then again, why should he have been embarrassed about a body like that?
“Beautiful,” Aoi murmured, without even really realizing that he was speaking. He moved between Miyavi’s legs and Miyavi let him, spreading his legs even wider to give Aoi more room.
Aoi leaned over Miyavi, gazing down the length of their bodies; they weren’t touching, but they would be soon. Lips first. “Gonna kiss you,” he breathed against Miyavi’s lips, and Miyavi let him. Miyavi let Aoi take the lead this time, and didn’t try to fight for dominance. His lips parted as soon as Aoi’s tongue flicked against them, and Aoi’s tongue quickly invaded Miyavi’s mouth, lapping at the insides of his cheeks, lightly tickling the roof of his mouth before brushing against his tongue. Miyavi made a soft noise and arched up - very deliberately, Aoi was sure - so that their cocks brushed together as their tongues did, and Aoi gasped, rocking his own hips down and increasing the pressure and the friction.
“Want to fuck you,” Aoi said, his lips still pressed against Miyavi’s. “Want to be inside of you…”
“Then do it.” Miyavi sounded breathless with need, and his eyes - oh god, his eyes - were begging. “Fuck me.”
“He wants you, you see?” Reita’s voice, deep and heavy with the same need that Aoi and Miyavi felt, made Aoi’s toes curl. “You gonna give him what he wants, Aoi?”
“Fuck yes. I am.” He definitely would give Miyavi what he wanted, and he’d take what he wanted too, because Miyavi could give him-wasn’t that what they had mentioned earlier, anyway? Miyavi and Reita… something about giving and taking. And Aoi wanted….
Reita took one of Aoi’s hands, pressed something into it. Aoi, whose mind was too filled with lust to think clearly, gazed down at the object, realizing after a few moments that it was lube. He started to ask Reita - the sneaky bastard - where he’d stashed the lube, because he hadn’t seen Reita or Miyavi with it, but then he changed his mind and decided to focus on something more important. That something being the too-fucking-gorgeous creature beneath him, legs spread, eyelids at half-mast, lips kiss-swollen, body thrumming.
Aoi fumbled with the cap, rushed through unscrewing it, far too needy to take his time with it (though it probably would have been easier had he just slowed down). He could hear Reita chuckling softly at him - at his urgency - and he almost told Reita to shut up, but even while laughing, Reita still sounded very turned on. Aoi was determined to make him even more so.
He finally succeeded in unscrewing the cap, and then he was squirting a generous amount of the liquid onto his fingers. It was cool to the touch, but it would warm soon enough. Aoi then slid his hand between their bodies and pressed his lube-slicked fingers to Miyavi’s opening - not pushing yet, just pressing. He wasn’t trying to work his fingers inside, but he knew that Miyavi wanted him to. He knew, because Miyavi was whimpering - not speaking, though - and his breaths were soft, quick little exhalations of too-hot air against Aoi’s cheek. And Miyavi was lifting his hips just a little, trying to encourage Aoi to slide his fingers in. But not yet; not yet.
He ran his fingers along the rim of Miyavi’s entrance, teasing him, thoroughly enjoying the noises that Miyavi made when he did so. Miyavi was speaking now, gasping out soft pleas that were sweet like honey to Aoi’s ears. “Aoi, Aoi, pleasepleaseplease…”
Aoi slid one finger inside of Miyavi, and Miyavi immediately rocked his hips against Aoi’s finger, forcing it to move deeper inside of him. Aoi smiled as he began thrusting that finger into Miyavi, going slow at first, speeding up, and then slowing back down again. It was enough to make Miyavi clutch at him - enough to make Miyavi buck his hips again and again, the word ‘more’ falling from his lips on every other breath. The second finger joined the first, and Aoi continued thrusting them, only harder this time, hard enough to tear a low moan from Miyavi’s throat.
“You like this, don’t you?” Aoi whispered huskily against Miyavi’s ear. He scissored his fingers inside of Miyavi, and Miyavi moaned again, his hold on Aoi tightening spasmodically.
“He does,” Reita said, from behind Aoi. Aoi felt Reita’s fingers trail lightly along his back and his cock twitched in response. His skin was overly-sensitive by this point, and every touch seemed even more intimate than it really was. “Push them in further, Aoi,” Reita instructed, his fingers now moving along the curve of Aoi’s ass. “Change the angle, just a little.”
Aoi did as Reita told him to do, probing around a bit, changing his angle before pushing his fingers in as hard as he dared and pushing them in as far as they would go. Miyavi cried out, his hips rocking up again and again against Aoi’s fingers. “Aoi, Aoi, fuck, please.”
“See?” Reita whispered, his mouth beginning to follow the path that his fingers had traced moments ago. His lips and tongue felt warm and really good on Aoi’s skin, and even as Aoi continued to scissor and thrust his fingers inside of Miyavi, he pressed back against Reita’s mouth. “You found his spot,” Reita continued, the words murmured against Aoi’s skin.
“Could make him come like this, couldn’t I?” Aoi’s question was directed at Reita, though he really didn’t expect an answer. In fact, he didn’t even allot Reita the time to answer, because in the next instant, he was growling very similar words into Miyavi’s ear. “Could fuck you with my fingers just like this, Miyavi. Could make you come, just like this.” He punctuated his assertion with a few more hard thrusts of his fingers, making sure that the tips of them brushed against Miyavi’s prostate each time.
Miyavi just whimpered, apparently speechless. It seemed that he was half-gone already, lost in Aoi’s touches. Just you wait, Miyavi, Aoi thought. Something better than my fingers will be inside of you soon, and it’ll feel so good to both of us…
“It’s not your fingers that he wants though, Aoi.” Reita’s lips ghosted over the curve of Aoi’s spine, along his lower back, and they continued to move lower. Aoi moaned, his eyes drifting shut, but they snapped open again as soon as Reita stopped.
“Reita, you’re a fucking tease,” Aoi said accusingly.
“He makes up for it,” Miyavi assured him, smiling up at Aoi like he knew some big secret that Aoi had yet to discover.
Reita then took the lube from Aoi, and Aoi withdrew his fingers from Miyavi’s body, about to ask Reita just what he was doing. If Aoi was going to fuck Miyavi, then he needed the lube. “Reita--”
Reita silenced him in the most unexpected way. He reached around Aoi’s body, and wrapped his hand - which he’d slicked up with lube - around Aoi’s cock, stroking slowly. “Feels better when someone else is doing this for you, doesn’t it?” Reita purred against Aoi’s ear, catching his earlobe between his lips and sucking on it.
“Yes,” Aoi replied, unable to bite back a moan as Reita’s fingers flexed around him. He did, however, manage to keep his hips still, though what he really wanted to do was push forward into Reita’s fist because Reita’s fingers curled around him like that - stroking him just like that - felt better than good.
Miyavi was watching, too, licking his lips and staring at Aoi and Reita as though he wanted to devour them. “Reita, baby, do you know how hot it is to watch you lube Aoi up… To watch you prepare him for me?”
“I can only imagine,” Reita replied, and his fingers flexed again. This time, Aoi’s hips did jerk forward, and the action seemed to please both Reita and Miyavi. “Now fuck him,” Reita told Aoi. He leaned down, past Aoi, pressing his lips to Miyavi’s, and again, Aoi watched them kiss. The kiss seemed harsh and gentle all at once. Desperate like they would never be able to kiss like that again, and yet lazy at the same time, as though they had all the time in the world. It was mesmerizing, watching them kiss. And again, Aoi was reminded of their beauty.
Then, Reita drew back and turned to Aoi, and before Aoi could speak, Reita kissed him. To begin with, Aoi tried to fight him for dominance (Miyavi hadn’t even tried to fight for it earlier when Aoi had kissed him, and Aoi figured that Reita might let him win), but Reita was perfectly unyielding. Reita growled into Aoi’s mouth as their tongues twined together, but Aoi still resisted, still tried to get the upper hand even though he was fairly certain by this point that it was useless.
Aoi felt Reita’s teeth, grazing his bottom lip in an almost warning before biting down - not hard enough to cause any real pain and not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to make Aoi gasp against Reita’s lips and give up his fight for dominance. At his surrender, Reita made what Aoi assumed was a noise of approval, and brushed his fingers against Aoi’s cheek - a tender gesture - as his tongue continued to heatedly explore Aoi’s mouth.
They broke apart several moments later for air, and Reita smiled, rubbing the palm of his hand over Aoi’s cock before he shifted, reclaiming his former position behind Aoi. “Go ahead, Aoi-kun,” he urged. “Take what you want. See that look in his eyes? See how much he wants you?”
Miyavi certainly did seem to want him, too. His legs were spread even wider than before, and he was trembling with what Aoi took to be anticipation (Aoi was trembling just a little himself). His eyes were dark with desire, need, and a variety of other things that Aoi’s lust-clouded mind could not bother to identify at that moment.
Aoi positioned himself more comfortably between Miyavi’s spread legs and leaned over Miyavi’s body, lowering himself until he felt the head of his length nudging against Miyavi’s entrance. He looked down at Miyavi, silently asking permission even though he felt that it was unnecessary at this point. Nevertheless, he waited for a sign to continue, and it came in the form of Miyavi hissing, “Now, Aoi.”
Aoi wasn’t about to ignore the tone of Miyavi’s voice - it was almost commanding. Without any further hesitation, he began pressing forward, pushing himself ever so slowly into Miyavi, even though he was fairly certain that every single part of him was screaming at him to go faster. He wanted to savor it, no matter how impatient he was. Aoi slid into Miyavi inch by inch until he was fully sheathed within him, and then he stayed perfectly still for a moment, just enjoying the feel of being inside of Miyavi. Miyavi felt even better than Aoi could have ever imagined, and Aoi leaned down, pressing his lips to Miyavi’s. “You feel so good,” he breathed.
“So do you,” Miyavi whispered, shifting just a little. He shifted in such a way that it sent a jolt of pleasure through Aoi’s body, and it apparently had the same effect on Miyavi, because he groaned softly against Aoi’s lips.
Aoi rocked his hips slightly, and even that small action was pleasurable too. It was almost painful to hold himself back like this when every fiber of his being screamed for him to pull back and shove himself inside of Miyavi as hard as he dared - Miyavi could handle it, he was sure - but he was not going to rush through this. He would fuck Miyavi as hard and as fast as he dared - as he wanted, but he was going to work his way up to it. “I’m gonna fuck you hard, Miyavi,” he rasped. “Gonna make you see fucking stars.”
Aoi heard Miyavi suck in a breath, and then release it, and it sounded shaky. He drew back a little, looking past Aoi to Reita. “Fuck, Reita, hurry up!”
Reita? Aoi could not repress a confused look as he gazed at Miyavi (though Miyavi was still looking past him). Reita was watching, right? So, what did Miyavi mean by ‘hurry up?’
“Sorry,” Aoi heard Reita apologize. “I got a little distracted watching him rocking against you like that.” And then, Aoi felt Reita move closer - felt Reita’s breath tickling the back of his neck. “You’re gonna be getting the best of both worlds, Aoi-kun,” Reita said, his voice low and silky. “When you’re fucking Miya-chan, I’m going to be fucking your tight little ass. Does that sound good to you?”
It did sound good to Aoi. It sounded very good. He opened his mouth to say just that, but all that came out was a soft moan as he felt two of Reita’s fingers briefly press against him before they pushed their way inside.
“You like how my fingers feel?” Reita purred, sliding his fingers in deeper, probing - gently exploring. The motion caused another soft noise of pleasure to escape Aoi’s lips.
“I can tell you from the look on his face that he loves it, Rei-chan.” Miyavi leaned up a little, tracing his tongue along the shell of Aoi’s ear. “Just think of what it’ll feel like when his cock is inside of you, Aoi. It’s absolutely wonderful… Like nothing you’ve ever felt before. And you’ll be inside of me at the same time, fucking me while he’s fucking you….”
“You like the sound of that, don’t you, Aoi?” Reita asked, his lips pressed against Aoi’s neck. He scissored his fingers inside of Aoi and began thrusting them - quick, shallow thrusts that were absolutely torturous.
“Yes,” Aoi whimpered, pressing back against Reita’s fingers, causing them to slide in even deeper. “Nnnggg… yes.”
He could feel Reita smile against his neck. And then, Reita was pushing his fingers in just a bit further, brushing against Aoi’s spot, and it felt like-holy fuck, it felt like heaven, and Aoi just knew that it would get better.
“Reita,” Aoi moaned, his eyes closing as Reita repeated the action. “Please…”
“I second that,” Miyavi agreed, and his statement was a low growl. He thrust his hips upwards, causing Aoi to slide all the way back into him again, and both he and Aoi groaned at the feel of it.
Reita’s fingers were gone, then, but Aoi did not have time to whine at their loss, because in the next instant, Reita was shoving inside of him with so much force that there was pain mixed with the pleasure. But Aoi wasn’t about to complain. Having Reita inside of him felt just as good as being inside of Miyavi, and the combined sensations were enough to give Aoi a sort of heady feeling - a feeling that was better than any sort of effect that alcohol or anything of the sort had ever given him. Aoi rocked his hips back, biting down on his lip hard as he felt Reita’s cock throb within him.
“God, Aoi…” Reita pulled back a little, and then shoved himself in again - perhaps even harder this time - as deep as he could go. It drove Aoi forward, deeper into Miyavi, and Miyavi cried out, his nails digging slightly into Aoi’s back.
“Go slow.” Aoi’s plea, which was desperately breathed against Miyavi’s jaw, was meant for both Reita and Miyavi. “For now, at least.” It was inevitable, after all, that their pace would eventually change; it would be impossible to keep a slow rhythm.
Both Reita and Miyavi seemed to understand, and both seemed happy to comply with Aoi’s request. It took a bit of work to find their rhythm, but they found it soon enough, and it was perfect. Aoi, caught between them, could not figure out which he wanted more - to thrust forward into Miyavi’s tight warmth, or to rock his hips back against Reita’s hard length. But that didn’t matter, because he could do both, and he did. He would rock back against Reita, and then Reita would thrust forward, and Reita’s thrust would cause Aoi to slide deep into Miyavi. And though they moved slowly, Aoi knew they wouldn’t be able to move that slowly for long. They were all holding themselves back, bodies shaking from the force of restraint.
“Aoi, I can’t,” Reita whispered against Aoi’s neck. “Can’t hold back anymore.” He pushed his hips forward again, and a noise that might have been a groan or a whimper or both escaped Aoi. Reita was still holding back, asking permission in his own way.
Aoi looked down at Miyavi, searching his face, searching those dark eyes. He knew without asking what Miyavi wanted Reita to do, and what Miyavi wanted him to do, but he still wanted to hear Miyavi say it.
“You want us to let go, don’t you?” he asked Miyavi. “And you want to, too. You want to go faster, and you want it harder, don’t you?”
Miyavi nodded wordlessly, though the pleading that had been in Aoi’s voice earlier could now be found in Miyavi’s eyes.
Reita and Miyavi both wanted it - wanted to stop holding back. Aoi did, too. He couldn’t deny them, and he couldn’t deny what his own body wanted. Perhaps that meant that this wouldn’t last as long as he wanted it to, but….
“Don’t hold back.” Again, Aoi’s words were meant for both Reita and Miyavi, and both of them immediately took action; Reita slammed into Aoi so hard that he believed he might have nearly released a sob of pleasure at how good it felt, and Miyavi’s hips surged up to meet both the thrust of Reita’s hips and the subsequent thrust of Aoi’s hips. Aoi fell into pace with them easily, their hunger fueling his, and his desperation answering theirs.
And as good as it felt, it only became even better when Reita changed the angle of his thrusts, and when he thrust into Aoi again, his cock brushed against Aoi’s prostate. Aoi moaned loudly, his muscles tightening slightly around Reita, and his cock throbbing within Miyavi.
“Do that for Miyavi,” Reita told him, his voice heavy with need. “Thrust into him like that, and you’ll have him in no time.” And then both of Reita’s hands were on his hips, guiding him to just the right angle. “Now. Pull back and push into him as hard as you can.”
Aoi did. He pulled back until just the head of his cock was teasing at Miyavi’s entrance, and then he slammed forward - just as hard as Reita had been thrusting into him - knowing that he had indeed found Miyavi’s spot when Miyavi cried out, his hips bucking seemingly of their own accord, his nails scraping down Aoi’s back and leaving long red scratches. It hurt a bit, but Aoi couldn’t say that he really minded.
They all found their rhythm again together, and it felt even better this time. Aoi could feel himself unraveling between them - could feel that pressure building up in abdomen - and he knew that it wouldn’t be long for him, because this was beginning to feel entirely too good to be legal. He’d never felt anything like it, or even anything that came remotely close.
“Fuck, Reita, Aoi… Harder…” Miyavi was practically panting, his hips bucking frantically, and the head of his cock was brushing against Aoi’s abdomen with each movement of their bodies. Balancing himself on one hand (which was actually a bit harder than he thought it would be), Aoi reached between them, curling his fingers around Miyavi’s length and stroking him in time with their thrusts, knowing that the added stimulation would push Miyavi even closer to the edge.
And to add to the pleasure, both Aoi and Reita fulfilled Miyavi’s request, their hips beginning to move just as frantically as Miyavi’s. Aoi’s living room was filled with the sounds of their sweat-slicked bodies connecting, their moans and cries, and their harsh breathing. Even amidst the pleasure that he was experiencing, Aoi realized that he really liked those sounds, and he would like to hear them more often.
Aoi felt Miyavi begin to clench around him and felt Miyavi’s cock throb and even twitch in his hand, and he stroked Miyavi faster, squeezed him a little harder. He honestly thought that Miyavi would reach climax before him, but Aoi had been wrong before, and that moment was no exception.
It was Aoi himself who came first. Reita, above and behind him, slammed into his body hard and fast, brushing against his prostate with each and every thrust. Miyavi, beneath him, clenched around him and rocked his hips up to meet him. It was too much - felt too good - and though Aoi tried his very best to prolong it, he couldn’t. They unraveled him completely - practically shoved him over the edge, and he came with a cry, his entire body going rigid before convulsing in the most wonderful of ways. He could feel his muscles clamp down around Reita, and he could hear Reita groan, the noise muffled slightly against one of his shoulders. He came, deep inside of Miyavi, in what he believed had to be the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. But he didn’t stop moving. He was determined to give Miyavi and Reita as much pleasure as they had given him, and he kept moving his hips between them, kept stroking Miyavi’s cock.
He forced his eyes open (they had closed at some point during his orgasm, though he had struggled to keep them open) and stared down into Miyavi’s eyes. Miyavi was close. So fucking close, and Aoi wanted to watch him lose control so badly that it hurt. “Come on, Miyavi,” he urged, rubbing his palm almost roughly against the sensitive head of Miyavi’s cock. “Come for us.”
That was apparently all it took, because in the next instant, Miyavi was clutching at Aoi even tighter than before, and his muscles were clenching around Aoi’s cock so hard that it was almost painful. Aoi watched the emotions flicker across Miyavi’s face as he came, and continued to watch even as Miyavi’s eyes squeezed shut. He was beautiful. And even when Aoi felt Miyavi’s cum splatter onto his abdomen and hand, he continued stroking him, milking him dry.
“Your turn now, baby,” Miyavi said as he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze landing on Reita. “Come deep inside of Aoi-kun.” He both looked and sounded utterly satisfied.
Reita moved one hand from Aoi’s hips, snatching the hand that Aoi had been stroking Miyavi with. It caught Aoi completely off guard, but he somehow managed to keep his balance. “Reita?”
Reita licked Aoi’s fingers, cleaning them of Miyavi’s cum even as he continued to buck his hips forward. His thrusts became short and rough, and Aoi encouraged him with his words and with his actions, still pressing back against him, helping him achieve his release.
Soon, Reita released a strangled noise and said something which was utterly garbled, but it sounded suspiciously like some combination of Miyavi’s and Aoi’s names. He dropped Aoi’s hand and Aoi felt his teeth sink into his flesh. Aoi gasped and shuddered, and then he felt Reita begin to shudder. He would have given anything in that moment to see Reita’s face then - to watch him come as he had watched Miyavi come, because he would probably never have the opportunity to do so again. But considering his current position, he could only imagine the look on Reita’s face and listen to the sounds that Reita made as Reita thrust into him once, twice more, and then Aoi felt the warmth of Reita’s release inside of him, and Reita went perfectly still save for the heaving of his chest as he gasped for breath against Aoi’s back.
Aoi leaned down buried his face against Miyavi’s neck, closing his eyes. He felt Reita showering little kisses on the skin of his back, and he felt Miyavi’s fingers slide into his hair, gently massaging his scalp. He smiled.
They stayed like that for a few moments more as they all relearned how to breathe, but then Miyavi shifted slightly beneath Aoi and Reita. “Oi. Not that I don’t enjoy the closeness or anything, but you guys are heavy.”
Reita chuckled and then he drew back, slipping out of Aoi as he did so. Aoi immediately missed the contact, but told himself that missing it was silly - Reita very well couldn’t have stayed inside of him like that forever, after all. “Do forgive us,” Reita told Miyavi, as he moved to lie on his stomach beside them. He kissed Miyavi, though this kiss was different than the ones that Aoi had watched them share before. This kiss was nothing but tender - nothing but affectionate, and it was just as wondrous and beautiful to Aoi as the others they’d shared.
Aoi moved next, sliding out of Miyavi (and missing that loss of contact as well) and settling back, looking at both of them almost thoughtfully for a brief moment before giving in to some sort of selfish impulse and lowering himself between Miyavi’s thighs, lapping at Miyavi’s release. Miyavi made a soft noise and Aoi moved up higher, gathering the little splatters of cum on Miyavi’s belly with his tongue.
“Very creative with his cleaning methods,” Reita remarked to Miyavi, sounding both somewhat amused and maybe a little sleepy, though Aoi supposed that was just an aftereffect of his orgasm.
“He is,” Miyavi agreed, and Aoi didn’t have to look at him to know that he was smiling.
Aoi lifted his head then and drew back once more, now at a loss as to what he should be doing. Should he try to talk to them? Should he thank them for the pleasant evening and head back upstairs to bed? He couldn’t very well leave them down here like this, could he? Well… maybe he could, but still. That wouldn’t exactly be polite, would it? Besides, he didn’t really want to leave them - he wanted to stay.
Before he could decide to do anything, however, both Miyavi and Reita were moving, gently grabbing him and tugging him down to lie between them. And then Reita was leaning over him, pressing soft kisses to his abdomen before murmuring “You need to be cleaned up too,” and ‘cleaning’ Miyavi’s cum off of his stomach in the very same manner that Aoi had done for Miyavi. Reita’s tongue tickled his skin, but it wasn’t at all unpleasant.
Reita then settled back down beside Aoi, and Aoi stayed very still between them, almost afraid to move. They were letting him stay with them; they weren’t trying to push him away or make him feel like he didn’t belong, which he had admittedly been afraid of - that feeling of not belonging.
They were all silent, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. Reita and Miyavi were pressed close against him, and it felt incredibly nice to have them so close - to feel their bodies against his even after the sex was over.
It was Aoi who broke the silence. “Well… I guess you two don’t believe in the whole ‘two’s company but three’s a crowd’ saying.”
It was intended to be a joke, but when Miyavi answered him, he sounded perfectly serious. “No, we don’t, Aoi.”
Aoi’s insides were beginning to twist themselves into terrible knots of nervousness. What, exactly, was Miyavi trying to say? To Aoi, they sounded like dangerous words; dangerous, because they offered him a light of hope, and hope - like trust - was fragile and so easy to break. Even so, Aoi couldn’t stop the words that next left his lips. “Is this going to be just a one-time thing?”
Miyavi did not answer; he asked a question of his own. “Do you want this to be a one-time thing?”
What was Aoi meant to say? If he told them that he wanted this to happen again, would they reject him? If he lied to them, would it seem that he was rejecting them?
“Just tell the truth, Aoi,” Reita said gently. “You did just fine with that earlier.”
The truth. They wanted the truth. “…No,” Aoi finally admitted, not feeling brave enough at the moment to look at either of them.
“Then it won’t be.” Miyavi kissed his cheek.
Aoi did look at him then, blinking at him in disbelief. “…What?”
“We’re not opposed to this happening again.” Reita touched Aoi’s cheek, and then Aoi turned to gaze at him, certain that he still looked like he didn’t quite believe what was going on. “We had something like this in mind before tonight, you know. You just provided the perfect opportunity for us to implement our little… plan.” He grinned then, and the grin was utterly devilish.
Aoi raised an eyebrow. Surely, he had misheard what Reita had just said. “Plan?”
“We discussed it, Reita and me. We go after what we want, as you already know. Figured it was worth a shot, at least.” Miyavi’s grin was just as wicked as Reita’s.
Aoi laughed then, his insides undoing themselves from the nervous knots. “So, even before now….?”
He didn’t finish his question, but Reita apparently understood what he wanted to ask. “Yes, Aoi. We know you were afraid of being rejected. We were afraid that you would reject us, too. But you don’t know that something will work unless you try, right?”
“We also know that you’re afraid that you don’t belong,” Miyavi murmured softly. “But you’re wrong about that, Aoi. You belong.”
Relief. It was wonderful. Aoi sighed blissfully, closing his eyes. It was good to feel wanted - good to know that both of them wanted him. “You two… you’re enough to drive a person crazy.”
Both of them chuckled, and the sound was almost intoxicating. “Believe me,” Reita began, his breath tickling Aoi’s ear, “we haven’t even begun driving you crazy yet~.”
Miyavi wriggled against Aoi in a way that possibly should have been outlawed, and pressed his lips to Aoi’s neck, his words spoken against Aoi’s skin. “Take us back to your bedroom, though, and we can work on that~.”
It sounded like a good idea to Aoi, though that was not what he said. Instead, he told both of them that they were absolutely impossible and insatiable, but he didn’t protest when they began moving again. They left their clothes where they were and headed back upstairs on somewhat unsteady legs.
Aoi’s bed was big enough for all three of them, and as they all sank back onto the mattress, Aoi playfully grumbled something about how he wasn’t going to be able to get any sleep at all. Reita’s clever reply was that they could sleep half of the day, because they didn’t have anything better to do anyway. Miyavi seconded Reita’s proposal, and Aoi didn’t even bother to argue (not that he wanted to, to begin with).
Sometime later, when the three of them were once again basking in the afterglow, Aoi’s ears picked up on the sound of rain hitting the roof. When had it started raining again? It had stopped at some point during the night, he knew, but he hadn’t noticed when it had started up again. For a really good reason, though, he supposed.
Reita traced invisible patterns over Aoi’s shoulders and upper back, and Aoi leaned into the touch, smiling as he felt Miyavi press a soft kiss to his neck. It was perfect, just like this. They were perfect. They were warm and touching him in the most soothing of ways and Aoi believed that he could fall asleep just like this, listening to the sound of their breathing, their heartbeats, and the rain.
“Heeeeyyyy, no falling asleep yet, Aoi-kun.” Miyavi sounded quite sleepy, himself.
“Yeah,” Reita agreed, and Aoi opened one eye, watching as Reita tried to stifle a yawn (he failed). “You still gotta enjoy our company.”
“There will be plenty of nights that I can enjoy your company,” Aoi pointed out. It was a sensible argument, and the best thing was that it was true. “And I can still enjoy your company cuddling like this while we’re sleeping.”
Apparently, neither of them could think of a decent comeback, because neither of them tried to argue further. Instead, they both pressed closer to him.
“Maybe it won’t kill us to close our eyes for a little while,” Reita said, yawning again and not bothering to try to keep from doing so this time.
“Won’t kill us?” Miyavi snickered softly, though he cut himself off with a yawn of his own. Apparently, yawning was contagious. “If I’m dead in the morning, I’ll come back and haunt you,” he told Reita, though there was no malice at all in his voice.
“Haunt me all you want, baby.”
Aoi would have snorted and shaken his head at them, but he was already beginning to drift to sleep. No matter. He was certain that they would give him some reason to snort and shake his head at them tomorrow… Probably more than one reason.
The last thing he heard one of them - or maybe it was both of them, he wasn’t sure - say before he succumbed to slumber was: “Sleep, Aoi. We’ll be here when you wake up.”
They would be there with him when he woke up, curled against him just as they were now. And that in itself was enough for Aoi.
~END~
Author: Kagome
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Miyavi(solo)/Reita (The GazettE), Reita(The GazettE)/Aoi(The GazettE)/Miyavi(solo)
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies.
Summary: Aoi extends an offer for Reita and Miyavi to spend the night at his place, simply for safety measures. They shouldn’t be out in such bad weather, after all. But as the night progresses, Aoi discovers that perhaps his kind gesture has backfired: Reita and Miyavi are not quiet lovers, and it is very difficult to think pure thoughts when his friends aren’t even trying to be quiet for his sake. Aoi, unable to sleep, listens to them, and his mind and his hands begin to wander. Afterwards, he is still unable to sleep and he heads downstairs for a drink of water, only to be confronted with an offer that he would be absolutely stupid to refuse…
Comments: I finished writing this well over a month ago… I was just very slow with the posting, so please forgive me. ^.^; This is, perhaps, the smuttiest smut I have ever written, and it is what I consider to be my first proper threesome fic. ^______^ I’m quite proud of it (to be honest, I especially love Reita in this fic), and I hope that you all will enjoy it as well. It’s even longer than Chicken, and it’s pretty much entirely smut. *LOL* Eventually, I will be smutted out, so to speak. XD;;; But already, the three of them are clawing at my mind again, wanting me to write more. Demanding, they are. This fic was written for beevosteethos, because she reallyreallyreally wanted a full-out threesome, and what she wants, I deliver. ;-D I hope you like it, honey, and thank you for being so patient with me. Haven't read the first part yet? Then click here.
But suddenly, Reita was pulling away from him, saying, “Stop, stop, Miyavi… stop.” Miyavi did stop, and Aoi looked back and forth between them confusedly, most definitely wanting them to keep going. He wanted to feel the wet heat of Miyavi’s mouth on his cock again. He wanted to feel Reita’s cock in his hand - wanted to feel it throb as he stroked it.
So why were they stopping? Something related to fear - or perhaps panic - began to tie Aoi’s stomach in knots. Did they suddenly not want to do this anymore? Did they think they were making a mistake?
“Why?” he asked, realizing that he sounded just as confused and afraid as he felt. “Why are you stopping?”
“Shh,” Reita whispered, moving closer to Aoi again. “We’re not stopping, Aoi… not altogether, anyway.”
Aoi didn’t understand. They had stopped, so what did Reita mean?
Apparently noticing that the confusion had not left his face, Miyavi clarified Reita’s statement. “We’re going to be doing this a bit differently is what Rei-chan means. Not just with mouths and hands.”
The implication of those words made Aoi’s breath catch in his throat. “Then… there’s more?”
“Much more,” Reita said with a nod and a very wicked smile. “Just as soon as we negotiate how we’re gonna do this.”
“What’s to negotiate?” Aoi asked as he felt the fear melt away completely. The lust returned in full force and he sat up, reaching out to run his fingers along Miyavi’s back, stopping just above the band of his boxers. “You’re still overdressed,” he said, his eyes darting to Reita.
“Aoi-kun is right, Miya-chan,” Reita declared, pressing a kiss to Miyavi’s neck. “Aoi-kun… why don’t you take care of that?”
“Want me to?” Aoi asked Miyavi, and the look in his eyes told him that he didn’t even have to ask. ‘Hell yes,’ was what Miyavi’s eyes said. ‘Hell yes,’ and ‘Do it right the fuck now’. And who was Aoi to deny that look?
Aoi gently pushed Miyavi back until he was lying on the floor, and then hooked his fingers into the band of Miyavi’s boxers, silently urging him to lift his hips. Miyavi did so, and Aoi removed the article of clothing in one smooth movement, tossing it aside with no mind as to where it might have landed. His eyes explored Miyavi’s body freely, and Miyavi showed absolutely no signs of being embarrassed by it at all. Then again, why should he have been embarrassed about a body like that?
“Beautiful,” Aoi murmured, without even really realizing that he was speaking. He moved between Miyavi’s legs and Miyavi let him, spreading his legs even wider to give Aoi more room.
Aoi leaned over Miyavi, gazing down the length of their bodies; they weren’t touching, but they would be soon. Lips first. “Gonna kiss you,” he breathed against Miyavi’s lips, and Miyavi let him. Miyavi let Aoi take the lead this time, and didn’t try to fight for dominance. His lips parted as soon as Aoi’s tongue flicked against them, and Aoi’s tongue quickly invaded Miyavi’s mouth, lapping at the insides of his cheeks, lightly tickling the roof of his mouth before brushing against his tongue. Miyavi made a soft noise and arched up - very deliberately, Aoi was sure - so that their cocks brushed together as their tongues did, and Aoi gasped, rocking his own hips down and increasing the pressure and the friction.
“Want to fuck you,” Aoi said, his lips still pressed against Miyavi’s. “Want to be inside of you…”
“Then do it.” Miyavi sounded breathless with need, and his eyes - oh god, his eyes - were begging. “Fuck me.”
“He wants you, you see?” Reita’s voice, deep and heavy with the same need that Aoi and Miyavi felt, made Aoi’s toes curl. “You gonna give him what he wants, Aoi?”
“Fuck yes. I am.” He definitely would give Miyavi what he wanted, and he’d take what he wanted too, because Miyavi could give him-wasn’t that what they had mentioned earlier, anyway? Miyavi and Reita… something about giving and taking. And Aoi wanted….
Reita took one of Aoi’s hands, pressed something into it. Aoi, whose mind was too filled with lust to think clearly, gazed down at the object, realizing after a few moments that it was lube. He started to ask Reita - the sneaky bastard - where he’d stashed the lube, because he hadn’t seen Reita or Miyavi with it, but then he changed his mind and decided to focus on something more important. That something being the too-fucking-gorgeous creature beneath him, legs spread, eyelids at half-mast, lips kiss-swollen, body thrumming.
Aoi fumbled with the cap, rushed through unscrewing it, far too needy to take his time with it (though it probably would have been easier had he just slowed down). He could hear Reita chuckling softly at him - at his urgency - and he almost told Reita to shut up, but even while laughing, Reita still sounded very turned on. Aoi was determined to make him even more so.
He finally succeeded in unscrewing the cap, and then he was squirting a generous amount of the liquid onto his fingers. It was cool to the touch, but it would warm soon enough. Aoi then slid his hand between their bodies and pressed his lube-slicked fingers to Miyavi’s opening - not pushing yet, just pressing. He wasn’t trying to work his fingers inside, but he knew that Miyavi wanted him to. He knew, because Miyavi was whimpering - not speaking, though - and his breaths were soft, quick little exhalations of too-hot air against Aoi’s cheek. And Miyavi was lifting his hips just a little, trying to encourage Aoi to slide his fingers in. But not yet; not yet.
He ran his fingers along the rim of Miyavi’s entrance, teasing him, thoroughly enjoying the noises that Miyavi made when he did so. Miyavi was speaking now, gasping out soft pleas that were sweet like honey to Aoi’s ears. “Aoi, Aoi, pleasepleaseplease…”
Aoi slid one finger inside of Miyavi, and Miyavi immediately rocked his hips against Aoi’s finger, forcing it to move deeper inside of him. Aoi smiled as he began thrusting that finger into Miyavi, going slow at first, speeding up, and then slowing back down again. It was enough to make Miyavi clutch at him - enough to make Miyavi buck his hips again and again, the word ‘more’ falling from his lips on every other breath. The second finger joined the first, and Aoi continued thrusting them, only harder this time, hard enough to tear a low moan from Miyavi’s throat.
“You like this, don’t you?” Aoi whispered huskily against Miyavi’s ear. He scissored his fingers inside of Miyavi, and Miyavi moaned again, his hold on Aoi tightening spasmodically.
“He does,” Reita said, from behind Aoi. Aoi felt Reita’s fingers trail lightly along his back and his cock twitched in response. His skin was overly-sensitive by this point, and every touch seemed even more intimate than it really was. “Push them in further, Aoi,” Reita instructed, his fingers now moving along the curve of Aoi’s ass. “Change the angle, just a little.”
Aoi did as Reita told him to do, probing around a bit, changing his angle before pushing his fingers in as hard as he dared and pushing them in as far as they would go. Miyavi cried out, his hips rocking up again and again against Aoi’s fingers. “Aoi, Aoi, fuck, please.”
“See?” Reita whispered, his mouth beginning to follow the path that his fingers had traced moments ago. His lips and tongue felt warm and really good on Aoi’s skin, and even as Aoi continued to scissor and thrust his fingers inside of Miyavi, he pressed back against Reita’s mouth. “You found his spot,” Reita continued, the words murmured against Aoi’s skin.
“Could make him come like this, couldn’t I?” Aoi’s question was directed at Reita, though he really didn’t expect an answer. In fact, he didn’t even allot Reita the time to answer, because in the next instant, he was growling very similar words into Miyavi’s ear. “Could fuck you with my fingers just like this, Miyavi. Could make you come, just like this.” He punctuated his assertion with a few more hard thrusts of his fingers, making sure that the tips of them brushed against Miyavi’s prostate each time.
Miyavi just whimpered, apparently speechless. It seemed that he was half-gone already, lost in Aoi’s touches. Just you wait, Miyavi, Aoi thought. Something better than my fingers will be inside of you soon, and it’ll feel so good to both of us…
“It’s not your fingers that he wants though, Aoi.” Reita’s lips ghosted over the curve of Aoi’s spine, along his lower back, and they continued to move lower. Aoi moaned, his eyes drifting shut, but they snapped open again as soon as Reita stopped.
“Reita, you’re a fucking tease,” Aoi said accusingly.
“He makes up for it,” Miyavi assured him, smiling up at Aoi like he knew some big secret that Aoi had yet to discover.
Reita then took the lube from Aoi, and Aoi withdrew his fingers from Miyavi’s body, about to ask Reita just what he was doing. If Aoi was going to fuck Miyavi, then he needed the lube. “Reita--”
Reita silenced him in the most unexpected way. He reached around Aoi’s body, and wrapped his hand - which he’d slicked up with lube - around Aoi’s cock, stroking slowly. “Feels better when someone else is doing this for you, doesn’t it?” Reita purred against Aoi’s ear, catching his earlobe between his lips and sucking on it.
“Yes,” Aoi replied, unable to bite back a moan as Reita’s fingers flexed around him. He did, however, manage to keep his hips still, though what he really wanted to do was push forward into Reita’s fist because Reita’s fingers curled around him like that - stroking him just like that - felt better than good.
Miyavi was watching, too, licking his lips and staring at Aoi and Reita as though he wanted to devour them. “Reita, baby, do you know how hot it is to watch you lube Aoi up… To watch you prepare him for me?”
“I can only imagine,” Reita replied, and his fingers flexed again. This time, Aoi’s hips did jerk forward, and the action seemed to please both Reita and Miyavi. “Now fuck him,” Reita told Aoi. He leaned down, past Aoi, pressing his lips to Miyavi’s, and again, Aoi watched them kiss. The kiss seemed harsh and gentle all at once. Desperate like they would never be able to kiss like that again, and yet lazy at the same time, as though they had all the time in the world. It was mesmerizing, watching them kiss. And again, Aoi was reminded of their beauty.
Then, Reita drew back and turned to Aoi, and before Aoi could speak, Reita kissed him. To begin with, Aoi tried to fight him for dominance (Miyavi hadn’t even tried to fight for it earlier when Aoi had kissed him, and Aoi figured that Reita might let him win), but Reita was perfectly unyielding. Reita growled into Aoi’s mouth as their tongues twined together, but Aoi still resisted, still tried to get the upper hand even though he was fairly certain by this point that it was useless.
Aoi felt Reita’s teeth, grazing his bottom lip in an almost warning before biting down - not hard enough to cause any real pain and not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to make Aoi gasp against Reita’s lips and give up his fight for dominance. At his surrender, Reita made what Aoi assumed was a noise of approval, and brushed his fingers against Aoi’s cheek - a tender gesture - as his tongue continued to heatedly explore Aoi’s mouth.
They broke apart several moments later for air, and Reita smiled, rubbing the palm of his hand over Aoi’s cock before he shifted, reclaiming his former position behind Aoi. “Go ahead, Aoi-kun,” he urged. “Take what you want. See that look in his eyes? See how much he wants you?”
Miyavi certainly did seem to want him, too. His legs were spread even wider than before, and he was trembling with what Aoi took to be anticipation (Aoi was trembling just a little himself). His eyes were dark with desire, need, and a variety of other things that Aoi’s lust-clouded mind could not bother to identify at that moment.
Aoi positioned himself more comfortably between Miyavi’s spread legs and leaned over Miyavi’s body, lowering himself until he felt the head of his length nudging against Miyavi’s entrance. He looked down at Miyavi, silently asking permission even though he felt that it was unnecessary at this point. Nevertheless, he waited for a sign to continue, and it came in the form of Miyavi hissing, “Now, Aoi.”
Aoi wasn’t about to ignore the tone of Miyavi’s voice - it was almost commanding. Without any further hesitation, he began pressing forward, pushing himself ever so slowly into Miyavi, even though he was fairly certain that every single part of him was screaming at him to go faster. He wanted to savor it, no matter how impatient he was. Aoi slid into Miyavi inch by inch until he was fully sheathed within him, and then he stayed perfectly still for a moment, just enjoying the feel of being inside of Miyavi. Miyavi felt even better than Aoi could have ever imagined, and Aoi leaned down, pressing his lips to Miyavi’s. “You feel so good,” he breathed.
“So do you,” Miyavi whispered, shifting just a little. He shifted in such a way that it sent a jolt of pleasure through Aoi’s body, and it apparently had the same effect on Miyavi, because he groaned softly against Aoi’s lips.
Aoi rocked his hips slightly, and even that small action was pleasurable too. It was almost painful to hold himself back like this when every fiber of his being screamed for him to pull back and shove himself inside of Miyavi as hard as he dared - Miyavi could handle it, he was sure - but he was not going to rush through this. He would fuck Miyavi as hard and as fast as he dared - as he wanted, but he was going to work his way up to it. “I’m gonna fuck you hard, Miyavi,” he rasped. “Gonna make you see fucking stars.”
Aoi heard Miyavi suck in a breath, and then release it, and it sounded shaky. He drew back a little, looking past Aoi to Reita. “Fuck, Reita, hurry up!”
Reita? Aoi could not repress a confused look as he gazed at Miyavi (though Miyavi was still looking past him). Reita was watching, right? So, what did Miyavi mean by ‘hurry up?’
“Sorry,” Aoi heard Reita apologize. “I got a little distracted watching him rocking against you like that.” And then, Aoi felt Reita move closer - felt Reita’s breath tickling the back of his neck. “You’re gonna be getting the best of both worlds, Aoi-kun,” Reita said, his voice low and silky. “When you’re fucking Miya-chan, I’m going to be fucking your tight little ass. Does that sound good to you?”
It did sound good to Aoi. It sounded very good. He opened his mouth to say just that, but all that came out was a soft moan as he felt two of Reita’s fingers briefly press against him before they pushed their way inside.
“You like how my fingers feel?” Reita purred, sliding his fingers in deeper, probing - gently exploring. The motion caused another soft noise of pleasure to escape Aoi’s lips.
“I can tell you from the look on his face that he loves it, Rei-chan.” Miyavi leaned up a little, tracing his tongue along the shell of Aoi’s ear. “Just think of what it’ll feel like when his cock is inside of you, Aoi. It’s absolutely wonderful… Like nothing you’ve ever felt before. And you’ll be inside of me at the same time, fucking me while he’s fucking you….”
“You like the sound of that, don’t you, Aoi?” Reita asked, his lips pressed against Aoi’s neck. He scissored his fingers inside of Aoi and began thrusting them - quick, shallow thrusts that were absolutely torturous.
“Yes,” Aoi whimpered, pressing back against Reita’s fingers, causing them to slide in even deeper. “Nnnggg… yes.”
He could feel Reita smile against his neck. And then, Reita was pushing his fingers in just a bit further, brushing against Aoi’s spot, and it felt like-holy fuck, it felt like heaven, and Aoi just knew that it would get better.
“Reita,” Aoi moaned, his eyes closing as Reita repeated the action. “Please…”
“I second that,” Miyavi agreed, and his statement was a low growl. He thrust his hips upwards, causing Aoi to slide all the way back into him again, and both he and Aoi groaned at the feel of it.
Reita’s fingers were gone, then, but Aoi did not have time to whine at their loss, because in the next instant, Reita was shoving inside of him with so much force that there was pain mixed with the pleasure. But Aoi wasn’t about to complain. Having Reita inside of him felt just as good as being inside of Miyavi, and the combined sensations were enough to give Aoi a sort of heady feeling - a feeling that was better than any sort of effect that alcohol or anything of the sort had ever given him. Aoi rocked his hips back, biting down on his lip hard as he felt Reita’s cock throb within him.
“God, Aoi…” Reita pulled back a little, and then shoved himself in again - perhaps even harder this time - as deep as he could go. It drove Aoi forward, deeper into Miyavi, and Miyavi cried out, his nails digging slightly into Aoi’s back.
“Go slow.” Aoi’s plea, which was desperately breathed against Miyavi’s jaw, was meant for both Reita and Miyavi. “For now, at least.” It was inevitable, after all, that their pace would eventually change; it would be impossible to keep a slow rhythm.
Both Reita and Miyavi seemed to understand, and both seemed happy to comply with Aoi’s request. It took a bit of work to find their rhythm, but they found it soon enough, and it was perfect. Aoi, caught between them, could not figure out which he wanted more - to thrust forward into Miyavi’s tight warmth, or to rock his hips back against Reita’s hard length. But that didn’t matter, because he could do both, and he did. He would rock back against Reita, and then Reita would thrust forward, and Reita’s thrust would cause Aoi to slide deep into Miyavi. And though they moved slowly, Aoi knew they wouldn’t be able to move that slowly for long. They were all holding themselves back, bodies shaking from the force of restraint.
“Aoi, I can’t,” Reita whispered against Aoi’s neck. “Can’t hold back anymore.” He pushed his hips forward again, and a noise that might have been a groan or a whimper or both escaped Aoi. Reita was still holding back, asking permission in his own way.
Aoi looked down at Miyavi, searching his face, searching those dark eyes. He knew without asking what Miyavi wanted Reita to do, and what Miyavi wanted him to do, but he still wanted to hear Miyavi say it.
“You want us to let go, don’t you?” he asked Miyavi. “And you want to, too. You want to go faster, and you want it harder, don’t you?”
Miyavi nodded wordlessly, though the pleading that had been in Aoi’s voice earlier could now be found in Miyavi’s eyes.
Reita and Miyavi both wanted it - wanted to stop holding back. Aoi did, too. He couldn’t deny them, and he couldn’t deny what his own body wanted. Perhaps that meant that this wouldn’t last as long as he wanted it to, but….
“Don’t hold back.” Again, Aoi’s words were meant for both Reita and Miyavi, and both of them immediately took action; Reita slammed into Aoi so hard that he believed he might have nearly released a sob of pleasure at how good it felt, and Miyavi’s hips surged up to meet both the thrust of Reita’s hips and the subsequent thrust of Aoi’s hips. Aoi fell into pace with them easily, their hunger fueling his, and his desperation answering theirs.
And as good as it felt, it only became even better when Reita changed the angle of his thrusts, and when he thrust into Aoi again, his cock brushed against Aoi’s prostate. Aoi moaned loudly, his muscles tightening slightly around Reita, and his cock throbbing within Miyavi.
“Do that for Miyavi,” Reita told him, his voice heavy with need. “Thrust into him like that, and you’ll have him in no time.” And then both of Reita’s hands were on his hips, guiding him to just the right angle. “Now. Pull back and push into him as hard as you can.”
Aoi did. He pulled back until just the head of his cock was teasing at Miyavi’s entrance, and then he slammed forward - just as hard as Reita had been thrusting into him - knowing that he had indeed found Miyavi’s spot when Miyavi cried out, his hips bucking seemingly of their own accord, his nails scraping down Aoi’s back and leaving long red scratches. It hurt a bit, but Aoi couldn’t say that he really minded.
They all found their rhythm again together, and it felt even better this time. Aoi could feel himself unraveling between them - could feel that pressure building up in abdomen - and he knew that it wouldn’t be long for him, because this was beginning to feel entirely too good to be legal. He’d never felt anything like it, or even anything that came remotely close.
“Fuck, Reita, Aoi… Harder…” Miyavi was practically panting, his hips bucking frantically, and the head of his cock was brushing against Aoi’s abdomen with each movement of their bodies. Balancing himself on one hand (which was actually a bit harder than he thought it would be), Aoi reached between them, curling his fingers around Miyavi’s length and stroking him in time with their thrusts, knowing that the added stimulation would push Miyavi even closer to the edge.
And to add to the pleasure, both Aoi and Reita fulfilled Miyavi’s request, their hips beginning to move just as frantically as Miyavi’s. Aoi’s living room was filled with the sounds of their sweat-slicked bodies connecting, their moans and cries, and their harsh breathing. Even amidst the pleasure that he was experiencing, Aoi realized that he really liked those sounds, and he would like to hear them more often.
Aoi felt Miyavi begin to clench around him and felt Miyavi’s cock throb and even twitch in his hand, and he stroked Miyavi faster, squeezed him a little harder. He honestly thought that Miyavi would reach climax before him, but Aoi had been wrong before, and that moment was no exception.
It was Aoi himself who came first. Reita, above and behind him, slammed into his body hard and fast, brushing against his prostate with each and every thrust. Miyavi, beneath him, clenched around him and rocked his hips up to meet him. It was too much - felt too good - and though Aoi tried his very best to prolong it, he couldn’t. They unraveled him completely - practically shoved him over the edge, and he came with a cry, his entire body going rigid before convulsing in the most wonderful of ways. He could feel his muscles clamp down around Reita, and he could hear Reita groan, the noise muffled slightly against one of his shoulders. He came, deep inside of Miyavi, in what he believed had to be the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. But he didn’t stop moving. He was determined to give Miyavi and Reita as much pleasure as they had given him, and he kept moving his hips between them, kept stroking Miyavi’s cock.
He forced his eyes open (they had closed at some point during his orgasm, though he had struggled to keep them open) and stared down into Miyavi’s eyes. Miyavi was close. So fucking close, and Aoi wanted to watch him lose control so badly that it hurt. “Come on, Miyavi,” he urged, rubbing his palm almost roughly against the sensitive head of Miyavi’s cock. “Come for us.”
That was apparently all it took, because in the next instant, Miyavi was clutching at Aoi even tighter than before, and his muscles were clenching around Aoi’s cock so hard that it was almost painful. Aoi watched the emotions flicker across Miyavi’s face as he came, and continued to watch even as Miyavi’s eyes squeezed shut. He was beautiful. And even when Aoi felt Miyavi’s cum splatter onto his abdomen and hand, he continued stroking him, milking him dry.
“Your turn now, baby,” Miyavi said as he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze landing on Reita. “Come deep inside of Aoi-kun.” He both looked and sounded utterly satisfied.
Reita moved one hand from Aoi’s hips, snatching the hand that Aoi had been stroking Miyavi with. It caught Aoi completely off guard, but he somehow managed to keep his balance. “Reita?”
Reita licked Aoi’s fingers, cleaning them of Miyavi’s cum even as he continued to buck his hips forward. His thrusts became short and rough, and Aoi encouraged him with his words and with his actions, still pressing back against him, helping him achieve his release.
Soon, Reita released a strangled noise and said something which was utterly garbled, but it sounded suspiciously like some combination of Miyavi’s and Aoi’s names. He dropped Aoi’s hand and Aoi felt his teeth sink into his flesh. Aoi gasped and shuddered, and then he felt Reita begin to shudder. He would have given anything in that moment to see Reita’s face then - to watch him come as he had watched Miyavi come, because he would probably never have the opportunity to do so again. But considering his current position, he could only imagine the look on Reita’s face and listen to the sounds that Reita made as Reita thrust into him once, twice more, and then Aoi felt the warmth of Reita’s release inside of him, and Reita went perfectly still save for the heaving of his chest as he gasped for breath against Aoi’s back.
Aoi leaned down buried his face against Miyavi’s neck, closing his eyes. He felt Reita showering little kisses on the skin of his back, and he felt Miyavi’s fingers slide into his hair, gently massaging his scalp. He smiled.
They stayed like that for a few moments more as they all relearned how to breathe, but then Miyavi shifted slightly beneath Aoi and Reita. “Oi. Not that I don’t enjoy the closeness or anything, but you guys are heavy.”
Reita chuckled and then he drew back, slipping out of Aoi as he did so. Aoi immediately missed the contact, but told himself that missing it was silly - Reita very well couldn’t have stayed inside of him like that forever, after all. “Do forgive us,” Reita told Miyavi, as he moved to lie on his stomach beside them. He kissed Miyavi, though this kiss was different than the ones that Aoi had watched them share before. This kiss was nothing but tender - nothing but affectionate, and it was just as wondrous and beautiful to Aoi as the others they’d shared.
Aoi moved next, sliding out of Miyavi (and missing that loss of contact as well) and settling back, looking at both of them almost thoughtfully for a brief moment before giving in to some sort of selfish impulse and lowering himself between Miyavi’s thighs, lapping at Miyavi’s release. Miyavi made a soft noise and Aoi moved up higher, gathering the little splatters of cum on Miyavi’s belly with his tongue.
“Very creative with his cleaning methods,” Reita remarked to Miyavi, sounding both somewhat amused and maybe a little sleepy, though Aoi supposed that was just an aftereffect of his orgasm.
“He is,” Miyavi agreed, and Aoi didn’t have to look at him to know that he was smiling.
Aoi lifted his head then and drew back once more, now at a loss as to what he should be doing. Should he try to talk to them? Should he thank them for the pleasant evening and head back upstairs to bed? He couldn’t very well leave them down here like this, could he? Well… maybe he could, but still. That wouldn’t exactly be polite, would it? Besides, he didn’t really want to leave them - he wanted to stay.
Before he could decide to do anything, however, both Miyavi and Reita were moving, gently grabbing him and tugging him down to lie between them. And then Reita was leaning over him, pressing soft kisses to his abdomen before murmuring “You need to be cleaned up too,” and ‘cleaning’ Miyavi’s cum off of his stomach in the very same manner that Aoi had done for Miyavi. Reita’s tongue tickled his skin, but it wasn’t at all unpleasant.
Reita then settled back down beside Aoi, and Aoi stayed very still between them, almost afraid to move. They were letting him stay with them; they weren’t trying to push him away or make him feel like he didn’t belong, which he had admittedly been afraid of - that feeling of not belonging.
They were all silent, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. Reita and Miyavi were pressed close against him, and it felt incredibly nice to have them so close - to feel their bodies against his even after the sex was over.
It was Aoi who broke the silence. “Well… I guess you two don’t believe in the whole ‘two’s company but three’s a crowd’ saying.”
It was intended to be a joke, but when Miyavi answered him, he sounded perfectly serious. “No, we don’t, Aoi.”
Aoi’s insides were beginning to twist themselves into terrible knots of nervousness. What, exactly, was Miyavi trying to say? To Aoi, they sounded like dangerous words; dangerous, because they offered him a light of hope, and hope - like trust - was fragile and so easy to break. Even so, Aoi couldn’t stop the words that next left his lips. “Is this going to be just a one-time thing?”
Miyavi did not answer; he asked a question of his own. “Do you want this to be a one-time thing?”
What was Aoi meant to say? If he told them that he wanted this to happen again, would they reject him? If he lied to them, would it seem that he was rejecting them?
“Just tell the truth, Aoi,” Reita said gently. “You did just fine with that earlier.”
The truth. They wanted the truth. “…No,” Aoi finally admitted, not feeling brave enough at the moment to look at either of them.
“Then it won’t be.” Miyavi kissed his cheek.
Aoi did look at him then, blinking at him in disbelief. “…What?”
“We’re not opposed to this happening again.” Reita touched Aoi’s cheek, and then Aoi turned to gaze at him, certain that he still looked like he didn’t quite believe what was going on. “We had something like this in mind before tonight, you know. You just provided the perfect opportunity for us to implement our little… plan.” He grinned then, and the grin was utterly devilish.
Aoi raised an eyebrow. Surely, he had misheard what Reita had just said. “Plan?”
“We discussed it, Reita and me. We go after what we want, as you already know. Figured it was worth a shot, at least.” Miyavi’s grin was just as wicked as Reita’s.
Aoi laughed then, his insides undoing themselves from the nervous knots. “So, even before now….?”
He didn’t finish his question, but Reita apparently understood what he wanted to ask. “Yes, Aoi. We know you were afraid of being rejected. We were afraid that you would reject us, too. But you don’t know that something will work unless you try, right?”
“We also know that you’re afraid that you don’t belong,” Miyavi murmured softly. “But you’re wrong about that, Aoi. You belong.”
Relief. It was wonderful. Aoi sighed blissfully, closing his eyes. It was good to feel wanted - good to know that both of them wanted him. “You two… you’re enough to drive a person crazy.”
Both of them chuckled, and the sound was almost intoxicating. “Believe me,” Reita began, his breath tickling Aoi’s ear, “we haven’t even begun driving you crazy yet~.”
Miyavi wriggled against Aoi in a way that possibly should have been outlawed, and pressed his lips to Aoi’s neck, his words spoken against Aoi’s skin. “Take us back to your bedroom, though, and we can work on that~.”
It sounded like a good idea to Aoi, though that was not what he said. Instead, he told both of them that they were absolutely impossible and insatiable, but he didn’t protest when they began moving again. They left their clothes where they were and headed back upstairs on somewhat unsteady legs.
Aoi’s bed was big enough for all three of them, and as they all sank back onto the mattress, Aoi playfully grumbled something about how he wasn’t going to be able to get any sleep at all. Reita’s clever reply was that they could sleep half of the day, because they didn’t have anything better to do anyway. Miyavi seconded Reita’s proposal, and Aoi didn’t even bother to argue (not that he wanted to, to begin with).
Sometime later, when the three of them were once again basking in the afterglow, Aoi’s ears picked up on the sound of rain hitting the roof. When had it started raining again? It had stopped at some point during the night, he knew, but he hadn’t noticed when it had started up again. For a really good reason, though, he supposed.
Reita traced invisible patterns over Aoi’s shoulders and upper back, and Aoi leaned into the touch, smiling as he felt Miyavi press a soft kiss to his neck. It was perfect, just like this. They were perfect. They were warm and touching him in the most soothing of ways and Aoi believed that he could fall asleep just like this, listening to the sound of their breathing, their heartbeats, and the rain.
“Heeeeyyyy, no falling asleep yet, Aoi-kun.” Miyavi sounded quite sleepy, himself.
“Yeah,” Reita agreed, and Aoi opened one eye, watching as Reita tried to stifle a yawn (he failed). “You still gotta enjoy our company.”
“There will be plenty of nights that I can enjoy your company,” Aoi pointed out. It was a sensible argument, and the best thing was that it was true. “And I can still enjoy your company cuddling like this while we’re sleeping.”
Apparently, neither of them could think of a decent comeback, because neither of them tried to argue further. Instead, they both pressed closer to him.
“Maybe it won’t kill us to close our eyes for a little while,” Reita said, yawning again and not bothering to try to keep from doing so this time.
“Won’t kill us?” Miyavi snickered softly, though he cut himself off with a yawn of his own. Apparently, yawning was contagious. “If I’m dead in the morning, I’ll come back and haunt you,” he told Reita, though there was no malice at all in his voice.
“Haunt me all you want, baby.”
Aoi would have snorted and shaken his head at them, but he was already beginning to drift to sleep. No matter. He was certain that they would give him some reason to snort and shake his head at them tomorrow… Probably more than one reason.
The last thing he heard one of them - or maybe it was both of them, he wasn’t sure - say before he succumbed to slumber was: “Sleep, Aoi. We’ll be here when you wake up.”
They would be there with him when he woke up, curled against him just as they were now. And that in itself was enough for Aoi.
~END~