Swingr, 5/5
Private Chat with sparkle1990
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sparkle1990: He says he knows you. Should I block him?
sparkle1990: I’ve never even heard of this brand before
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It was just past noon on a quiet autumn Saturday. Jun was curled up on the couch with a possessive arm around Sakurai Sho, suffering through a video that Sho had taken on his recent trip to Singapore. Half the video was of the various foods that Sho had eaten, which made Jun’s stomach rumble in envy. They weren’t going for brunch until Nino woke up, which probably wouldn’t be for another hour.
That evening, Ohno Satoshi would arrive to stay overnight and tomorrow the apartment would be on lockdown as soon as Aiba arrived. It had taken two months for the schedules to work out correctly, timing one of Sho’s Tokyo stays with one of Ohno’s visits for a fishing tournament. Finding a weekend where Jun could afford to take a couple vacation days, a weekend where Nino could trade shifts with a colleague. A weekend where Aiba Yusuke could keep Shanghai Smiles running without his older brother around.
But for now the apartment was quiet, and Jun enjoyed the warmth of Sho close by his side, even if it meant sitting through his cheesy video narration of what he was eating.
Jun was a bundle of nerves, had been since Sho had arrived late the night before. Sho’s arrival meant that it was really happening, this group sex thing. Jun wasn’t the kind of person who liked the word ‘orgy.’ He was worried that something would go wrong. That someone’s feelings would be hurt, that someone would feel left out. That perhaps they’d all tire out quickly and they’d just lie there, naked, disappointed, sprawled together in a pool of their own combined ejaculate. Not the sexiest image, Jun thought.
He felt Sho’s fingers trace down his arm, a ticklish but friendly gesture. “Hey, can I talk to you about something?”
Jun’s heart started to race, looking aside to see a worried look in Sho’s eyes. He wasn’t backing out, was he? “Sure.”
Sho let his video keep playing, his voice droning on as background noise. “I should probably wait until Nino wakes up, but I don’t know if I can…”
“What’s wrong?”
“I know that you and Ninomiya-kun joined Swingr with certain expectations in mind. He told me that the third bedroom was always meant to be a revolving door kind of thing, and I…I get that. I do, I respect that about both of you. But I was called into my boss’ office yesterday, an hour or so before I had to run and catch my train.”
Jun was curious, wondering how Sho’s explanation would culminate in him backing out of the group sex thing.
“I was offered a promotion, Jun,” Sho said quietly, his nervous eyes meeting his. “I’d be in Tokyo permanently. I’d sell my condo, move up here.”
Jun couldn’t keep the smile from his face. “Really? Congratulations.”
“And I just thought it wouldn’t hurt to ask if maybe…if maybe I could live here. In the third bedroom. With both of you.” Sho looked down, embarrassed. “Just because I’d be living here doesn’t mean you’d have to quit Swingr. I mean, you could rent out the couch or maybe I could sleep out here when you two have a guest over…”
“Sho-kun,” Jun interrupted. “This is a bit tacky for me to say, but you can afford a much nicer place than this, can’t you?”
“That’s not that important to me,” Sho admitted. “When I’m home, in Nagoya I mean, it’s really lonely. Living by myself. I’ve got everything I could possibly want, but it’s not the same as when I come here. Is that weird?”
Jun grinned. “I don’t think it’s weird.”
“You don’t have to answer right away. I know with tomorrow…with everything with Aiba-san and Ohno-san that we’ve got enough on our plates and…”
He leaned forward, shutting Sho up decisively. Sho gasped at the sudden movement, turning a bit awkwardly to return Jun’s kiss with equal enthusiasm. Jun had convinced himself that he didn’t need or want two permanent roommates. With Swingr, he was comfortable. But with Swingr, he’d grown used to Sho popping in to stay for seven days, for ten days. Having another body in the apartment was okay if it was Sho’s. Sho was boring, perfectly wonderfully boring, but he was reliable, good company. Kind and generous. A bit of a nightmare in the kitchen, but he could be taught in time.
He pushed Sho until he was lying against the cushions, Jun’s weight pinning him down. He lifted Sho’s arms, holding him down with his hands firmly around his wrists. Sho moaned beneath him, not seeming to care if the noise might wake Nino.
“What about brunch?” Sho asked when Jun finally took a break from kissing him.
“I’m going to fuck you first.”
“And Nino?”
“If he wakes his ass up, we’ll fuck him too.”
He was thrilled, overjoyed. Sho might live here. Sho might stay. He had a feeling Nino would be just as excited. Not just for the money that Sho would contribute to the rent and all their bills, but because it was Sho. Sho with his dull vacation photos and noisy laugh. Sho with his skillful mouth and perfect ass.
He dug around under the couch, not surprised that Nino kept a bottle of lube underneath. After another few passes of his hand, he came up empty. He looked down at Sho, frowning. “I’ll be right back, I’ve got condoms in my room.”
Sho stopped him with a hand on his arm. “It’s alright. I’ve kind of wanted you to come on me from day one.”
He raised an eyebrow. “For real?”
“Some people want sex tapes,” Sho said pointedly. “And some people want to have someone come all over them. I am the latter.”
Jun couldn’t help laughing. “You’re absolutely sure? I can still go get something…take it off and…”
“It’s fine. I know you. I trust you.” Sho moved up, leaning on his elbows and kissing Jun senseless.
“Well, if it means I don’t have to get up…”
He pulled down Sho’s shorts and his boxers, flinging them out of the way before returning for a kiss. Sho was left in just a low-cut blue tank top, allowing easy access to his neck, his collarbone. Jun’s mouth burned its way across every bit of skin he could, hearing Sho’s impatient breaths beneath him.
While Jun took off his clothes, Sho opened the bottle of lube, squirting a generous amount into his palm and handing the bottle over. Jun nearly lost it as Sho slicked himself down, easily slipping a finger inside himself. Jun took a steadying breath, slicking his own cock down, trying not to laugh at the wet, obscene sounds of their preparations even as Sho’s dull, innocent vacation video continued to play in the background.
He groaned in satisfaction as soon as he was inside Sho’s tight heat, keeping Sho’s hands behind his head, their fingers interlocked. “Oh god,” Sho was muttering, eyes shut as Jun started to move, the couch squeaking with their combined weight. Nino would definitely be disturbed now. He fucked Sho with long, easy strokes, kissing him, opening his mouth so Sho could slip his tongue inside.
It wasn’t long before they had a guest, Jun looking aside to see Nino in one of his ratty ass t-shirts sitting next to the couch with his back against the table, watching them.
Jun stilled within Sho, squeezing his hands. “Look who’s awake.”
He moved so Sho could turn his head. “Hey Nino.”
“Hey yourself,” Nino said, and Jun could see Nino was stroking himself through the thin cotton of his boxer briefs.
Jun decided that he had to get used to several participants, given tomorrow’s itinerary, so he got back to it, thrusting into Sho with a bit more force now that they had an audience. In between his encouraging moans, Sho seemed to feel it was worth chatting Nino up.
“We’re misbehaving,” Sho informed him. “No condom.”
Nino brought a hand to his mouth. “Naughty!”
“He’s going to come on me,” Sho said, sounding almost proud.
“Sounds good.”
Sho gave Jun’s hands a squeeze so that he’d look at him. He slowed his movements, seeing Sho’s smile. “Should we tell Nino? About me?”
“Later,” Jun said, impatient. “Tell him later.”
“Ooh, a secret,” Nino said, undoing the small button on his underwear and letting his erection free. Jun wasn’t the least bit surprised to see how hard Nino was. After all, he was the number one fan of the Sakurai-Matsumoto sex tape. “Do I get to tag in? What can I do?”
“Well,” Sho said, “when Matsumoto-kun has given me what I want, how about we have some fun?”
Nino nodded. “You know me. I’m all about fun.”
“We’re going for brunch, god damn it,” Jun complained, bucking against Sho and sending the couch scraping a few inches across the floor, earning a cry from Sho that nearly left him dizzy with need.
“Brunch isn’t going anywhere, Jun-kun,” Nino said, getting to his feet. “I’m going to grab a condom. Be back.”
Jun rolled his eyes, burying his face against Sho’s neck, inhaling the familiar and comforting scent of him, kissing away beads of sweat as he got closer, closer, almost there.
“You really want me to come on you?”
“I really…oh fuck, right there…right there…”
“Sho-kun,” he teased, “I need an answer in the next…”
“Oh fuck me. Oh god, Jun, fuck me…right fucking there!”
“…twenty. Wait, ten seconds…oh god…”
“Yeah, come on…”
He managed to gather his wits just in time, moving to slide out. Sho hurriedly lifted up his tank top, baring his stomach. With only one stroke of his hand, Jun was coming, squeezing Sho’s thigh with his free hand as he jerked himself off, trying to keep most of his come on Sho’s stomach, closing his eyes as he worked through it, sighing in contentment.
He stayed there, kneeling between Sho’s legs and breathing heavily until he heard the sound of a camera, cracking an eye open to see Nino had just snapped a picture of the scene before him with his phone.
“That’s going to look lovely on our New Year’s card this year, Jun-kun.”
He chuckled quietly, stroking his fingers along Sho’s thigh. Sho was in a happy daze, looking awkwardly down at the mess Jun had made on his belly.
“I need a bath,” Jun decided, getting off the couch and stretching a little, unashamed for once to be perfectly naked in the middle of their living room. He didn’t even yell when Nino took another picture of him mid-stretch.
“Go on, clean up. I’ll take care of what you’ve done to poor Sho-chan,” Nino said.
Jun left them be, emerging from the bathroom a while later only to find that the couch was still being used and abused. Only this time it was Nino on his hands and knees, moaning softly as Sho fucked him from behind. He stood in the doorway, watching for a while. Watched the sexy curve of Sho’s ass as he moved, watched Nino take Sho’s cock deep inside him over and over. It didn’t take long for Jun to get hard again. All in all, it wasn’t a bad way to spend a Saturday, even if he was still pretty hungry.
He padded over, tickling his fingers across Sho’s back, reaching for him. Sho didn’t stop what he was doing, his hands gripping Nino’s hips tightly even when Jun kissed him. “Greedy,” he heard Nino choke out, even with his face all but smashed into the sofa cushion.
Jun responded by tightening his grip, taking a handful of Sho’s hair in his hand, kissing him hard.
“Super greedy,” came Nino’s response. “Get over here.”
“Alright, fine,” Jun said, letting Sho go.
He moved to the other end of the couch, removing his bath towel and having a seat. With a little bit of adjustment from Sho, a little bit of adjustment from Nino, he found himself in a prime position. As Sho continued his punishing pace, Jun grabbed Nino by the hair this time, lifting him up from the cushion.
Nino laughed. “Fine,” he said in disbelief. “Fine, have it your way. I offer with only the kindest intentions and this is how you treat me…”
It took a moment to get it right, but soon Jun was able to rest his head back, shutting his eyes as Nino’s hot mouth closed around his cock. Nino couldn’t do very much on account of how quickly Sho was fucking him, but Jun wasn’t looking for skill, not at the moment. It was enough that Nino was at least trying, taking Jun’s cock deep and resting a hand on Jun’s thigh to keep his balance.
Jun looked up, seeing that Sho was pretty much gone, eyes shut and fingers liable to leave marks on Nino’s skin. Most likely to get a reaction from Ohno or Aiba-kun tomorrow night. Sho came a minute or so later, a noisy cry that had Jun close to coming in poor Nino’s overworked mouth. When Sho finally opened his eyes, he offered Jun a thumbs up. Jun beckoned Sho over with a simple but commanding flutter of his fingers. Sho merely held up a finger in reply, as if to say “just a minute.”
Jun rested his palm on the back of Nino’s neck. “It’s okay, you can stop.”
Nino was shaky, eyes sparkling with happiness when he got up, sitting sideways and leaning against the cushion. “Why don’t you save some of your famous endurance for tomorrow?” Nino complained while Sho disappeared into the bathroom to ditch his condom.
“Because the thing that Sho-kun has to tell you? It made me really happy.”
Nino traced figure eights on Jun’s bare shoulder, a little confused and probably still a little out of it from being fucked so well. “Let me guess, he wants to film another tape with you.”
“Better than that.”
Nino’s tired eyes widened a little. “What could possibly be better than that?”
“We’ll tell you later.”
“Such suspense.”
By then, Sho had returned and without words, he knew what was expected of him, this time easing himself into Jun’s lap. It was all too easy this time as Sho positioned himself, sinking down onto Jun’s cock, filling himself with a gentle sigh. Sitting right beside him, Nino reached for Sho, refusing to let him go. Jun took it easy this time, letting Sho slowly ride him at his own pace, moving his hands so he could hold Sho’s firm ass, keep him steady.
While Sho and Nino kissed, noisy and sloppy and gross in the way only those two idiots could master, Jun decided that maybe they’d just order in some food, save the brunch for another time. Save their strength.
After all, tomorrow was the big night.
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Aiba was surprised to see him, walking quickly to greet him at the train station entrance. With his backpack slung over his shoulder and dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt, Nino doubted that anyone else at Yazaike Station could guess where Aiba was headed. He offered him a merry salute.
“Comrade Aiba, good to see you, sir.”
“Comrade Ninomiya,” Aiba played along. “I hope we’re not too late for the festivities.”
“When I left, Jun was taking a shower. Sho-chan probably went in there with him in the spirit of eco-friendliness. I am fairly certain Ohno-san will be exactly where I left him. He was sitting naked on the couch, utterly quiet and in a world of his own.”
“Thanks for the report,” Aiba said. “Very thorough.”
They walked to the apartment, laughing on and off at the thought of how they’d be spending the rest of the afternoon. In the LINE group Aiba had created for the five of them (the tastefully named “Let’s Have Sex!” group), they’d all agreed upon one thing. The winner of a rock-paper-scissors match would get to pick what he wanted to do to get started, and they’d go from there.
“And if you are the winner, Aiba-san? Do you have a big plan?”
“Well, I was on Fuck Palace dot com the other night…”
“I have a subscription there!”
“Aren’t they fantastic?” Aiba said. “Anyhow, I was watching this video where this guy was getting fucked in the ass by two guys at once. I was in favor of it while I was watching the video but in practice…in practice it seems like it would be more trouble than it’s worth. So I thought maybe instead that if I win rock-paper-scissors that I’d like to try fucking someone while someone’s fucking me.”
Nino nodded approvingly. “An admirable goal.”
“And what about you?” Aiba asked.
“Oh, you’re all coming on my face.”
Aiba’s smile nearly knocked him out. “Really? Really, that’s what you want?”
He grinned. “Bucket list, you know?”
With a few more giggles they headed up the stairs, Nino unlocking the door. “We’re here to rob you!” Nino called out.
“Hurry up and do it then!” came Jun’s annoyed reply.
They ditched their sneakers, heading into the living room. Jun and Sho had done a pretty good job, managing to move furniture around, setting down a couple of spare futons but also leaving the sofa as an option if the floor got a bit too busy. A box of condoms had been emptied into a bowl, left on the floor. There were multiple bottles of lube, hand towels, and even some bottles of water sitting in a bowl of ice cubes because in Jun’s words, “dehydration is no joke.”
Ohno was still where Nino had left him, sitting naked on the couch, but he was clearly watching porn on his phone while Jun and Sho, hair damp and clad in boxer shorts, put the finishing touches on the futons and other necessities. Ohno’s contribution was obviously the goofy goldfish sleeping mask that was currently leaned against one of the lube bottles. At least the handcuffs weren’t an option, Nino thought.
Aiba dropped off his backpack in the third bedroom, returning without any clothes on. “My turn for the shower,” he announced with little fanfare.
Once the door closed, Nino plopped down on the couch beside the naked fisherman. Leaning over, he could see that Ohno was watching Kentaro and the cherry tomatoes. The exact same video of destiny that had sent Nino down the road to Swingr-ville. Perhaps this arrangement, this orgy they were undertaking, had been written in the stars.
He rested his hand on Ohno’s bare thigh. “Cherry tomatoes?” he asked.
“It’s amazing how many he can put in his mouth,” Ohno mumbled, one hand lazily stroking his thick shaft in anticipation. “I couldn’t do that many.”
“Well, let’s leave that business to the professionals,” Nino decided.
He looked over, seeing that Sho was sitting on one of the futons, tapping a nervous rhythm on his knee. Jun was on the futon next to him, and when his eyes met Nino’s, they were a bit apprehensive. Months ago, barely scraping by on the rent, he and Jun could never have foreseen something like this happening. Finding three like-minded people they could trust, three people who wanted something more…something fun.
“It’s going to be okay,” Nino mouthed in his roommate’s direction.
Jun simply nodded. When Aiba emerged from the shower, it was Nino’s turn. He went quickly, toweling off and not bothering to get dressed again. There really was no point. He expected them to have started without him, simply because there were four of them and they could pair off easily, but their loyalty seemed to win out. He emerged from the bathroom to see that Ohno had ditched his phone, was sitting next to Aiba on the sofa while Jun and Sho, still in their boxers, hadn’t left their spots on the floor.
Nino grabbed a spare pillow that Aiba had moved aside, hugging it a little as he perched his butt on the arm of the sofa. “Rock-paper-scissors, gentlemen?”
“Rock-paper-scissors,” they all agreed.
With lightning quickness the game was afoot. Nino could tell that everyone was pretty nervous, but most of them were already turned on despite that. The anticipation was killing him, but he wasn’t too upset when he lost. He was really excited for Sho, who’d won. It was no surprise when he looked up, meeting eyes with Ohno.
“Since I’m the only one who hasn’t yet had the pleasure…I’d like to monopolize Ohno-san’s attentions to start,” Sho said, receiving an eager nod from Ohno.
“Can we watch?” Jun asked with an embarrassed chuckle.
“Can we participate?” Aiba broke in.
Nino leaned over, landing a gentle smack to Aiba’s head. “Calm down, would you? We’ve got all day.”
Jun shuddered, grabbing a Zippo to light some scented candles. “Speaking of all day, I’d rather it not smell entirely like sweat and balls in here.”
“Now it’ll smell like sweat and balls and…” Nino moved a hand, lifting up a candle Jun hadn’t lit yet from one of the end tables. “…sweat and balls and Apple Serenity. What the hell is Apple Serenity?”
“I presume it’s apples…but soothing,” Sho said, getting to his feet and shrugging out of his boxers, discarding them with a lazy toss that had them landing behind the TV.
“Thanks for that,” Nino replied, sitting back comfortably on the sofa at Aiba’s side as Ohno cheerfully hopped to his feet, meeting Sho halfway.
It grew quiet once Jun had finally stopped lighting the candles, settling back on one of the futons and positioning himself just right so he could watch Sho’s ass. Nino couldn’t help but grin when Sho bowed politely to Ohno with a muttered “please take care of me.”
“Please do the same,” Ohno responded with a wry chuckle before stepping forward. He was a few inches shorter than Sho, and Nino’s breath caught when Ohno got to work, seeming to ignore them all in favor of wrapping a hand around the back of Sho’s neck and pulling him down for a kiss.
It wasn’t long before the kisses became less tentative, more enthusiastic. Sho allowed Ohno to guide them both down so they were kneeling, facing each other. Ohno still had his hand clamped possessively around the back of Sho’s head, but Sho started to explore, moving a hand between them. Ohno shivered, moaning gently as soon as Sho had a hand around his cock.
Sho’s adorable reaction, a mumbled “you’re kidding…” had the three observers laughing, growing a little more comfortable. While Sho slowly stroked Ohno’s erection, they watched for a while. Nino bit his lip, unable to keep his hands to himself for long. Aiba was all too happy to oblige, and even though they kept their sights on Ohno and Sho and the futon in the center of the room, Nino stroked his fingers up and down Aiba’s leg. In return, Aiba put his arm around him, his hand at his shoulder rubbing gently.
Jun decided to offer some unsolicited advice. “It would be hot if Sho-kun was on his hands and knees.”
Ohno broke away from Sho’s mouth, brushing a kiss to his temple. “That okay with you?”
Sho nodded, still looking a little uneasy. “It’s a lot to take in…” He laughed at his choice of words. “Um, figuratively and literally in my case right now.”
“I can help,” Jun offered, and Ohno seemed agreeable.
Nino could feel Aiba’s breathing grow heavier beside him, his grip on Nino’s shoulder getting a bit firmer. Nino decided to move his hand inward, finding Aiba’s cock and giving it a few teasing strokes.
With a bit of negotiation, Sho got onto his hands and knees, Jun moving him so that Nino and Aiba on the sofa had a perfect angle to watch. Considering that Jun did event planning for a living, it made sense that those skills could be transferrable to other…events.
“More,” Aiba was soon whispering, his voice growing a little rougher as Ohno and Jun worked in tandem to prepare Sho. It didn’t take long before Sho was moaning, completely at their mercy. With lube and with Jun’s whispered encouragement for him to relax, Sho soon had one of Ohno’s fingers in his ass, one of Jun’s. They alternated, stroking gently, letting Sho’s happy noises guide their touch. Their teamwork was rather admirable, Nino thought.
“Kazu,” Aiba was muttering, licking along Nino’s ear. “You should sit in my lap.”
Aiba seemed rather keen on being an active participant rather than a passive observer. Nino hadn’t expected to be starting off so soon, but the more he watched Jun and Ohno fuck Sho with their fingers, the more desperate he was to be fucked himself. Nino got up, retrieving a condom from the bowl and one of the other spare lube bottles.
They watched for a little longer, Aiba now stroking his dick while Nino got himself ready. Even though Ohno, Sho, and Jun were a few feet away, lost in what they were doing, Nino felt connected to them, close to them. Jun eventually moved, helping to roll a condom onto Ohno’s waiting cock. Nino paused his efforts, mouth watering a bit at the sight of Ohno guiding himself into Sho, watching Sho’s eyes close, his body trembling at the sensation of being filled so completely. Jun was still close by, stroking teasing fingers across Sho’s shoulder blades, down his back, while Ohno offered a few shallow thrusts to let Sho’s body adjust to him.
“Come on,” Aiba was muttering, “I’m ready, I’m ready.”
It took a bit of effort, especially with the show being performed right in front of him. Aiba ended up manhandling him a bit, moving Nino on top of him, getting his legs spread wide. With his back against Aiba’s shoulder, one arm around his neck for balance and holding the back of the sofa, he slowly sank down on top of Aiba’s cock, groaning. His knees cracked a little since he wasn’t altogether accustomed to something like this. But the position allowed him to ride Aiba’s cock and still watch Ohno and Sho. Aiba’s strong hands came around him, one resting against his belly and the other wrapping around his cock.
Jun looked over, scoffing. “Would you look at that? Couldn’t even wait.”
Nino saw Ohno slow his movements, watching the activity on the sofa for a while. Nino chuckled a little when Aiba took his hand off his dick for a moment to give Ohno a friendly wave. The camaraderie in the room, Nino thought with a grin, was awfully heartwarming.
“Fuck me,” Sho begged, doing his best to remind them all that he’d won the rock-paper-scissors battle fair and square.
And this time, Sho got more than he bargained for. While Ohno got back to work, resting a steady hand on Sho’s back as he rocked against him, Jun wasn’t in the mood to be left out. After whispering something in Sho’s ear, he received a nod in reply, which led him to move, kneeling in front of Sho. Aiba’s grip on Nino tightened as soon as they both saw Sho’s mouth open, eagerly taking Jun’s cock deep inside.
Nino barely had to do any work, holding on tight as Aiba thrust up and into him again and again. It felt so good. He felt almost a bit high on everything, high on everyone’s happiness. Aiba was clearly in good spirits, and Sho was too.
“You should kiss,” Aiba managed to say, his words coming out in heavy gasping breaths. “Jun and Oh-chan.”
Jun looked over, stroking his fingers through Sho’s hair. “No.”
“Well,” Aiba said, undeterred, “can you at least high five? I saw that in a porn once.”
Jun rolled his eyes, but Ohno was happy to oblige. Keeping one hand on Sho’s back, he lifted his other, wiggling his fingers in encouragement. Jun lifted his free hand, giving Ohno’s hand a quick smack.
“Ah, thank you!” Aiba cheered.
Poor Sho groaned a little, unable to really move. All he could do was let Ohno fuck him while Jun’s cock stuffed his mouth at the other end. Nino leaned over, brushing a kiss to Aiba’s cheek.
“Wanna change of scenery?” he asked.
Aiba patted his belly gleefully. “Sure, why not?”
Nino moved, easing himself off of Aiba and trying to ignore Jun’s chuckle when his knees cracked in the process. He moved over to the floor, getting on his hands and knees beside Sho. He looked up, seeing that Jun was watching him, hand still resting on top of Sho’s head.
“I think Masaki wants a high five, too,” Nino muttered.
He felt a gentle smack on his ass. “There’s a high five for you too, Ninomiya-san,” Aiba said, giving him another pat before picking up where he left off, guiding himself back into Nino. The changed angle, the changed friction now that his knees were a bit more cushioned on the futon, made him sigh in relief and satisfaction.
In their new location, he felt less like a voyeur and more like a participant. He listened to Sho’s soft moans beside him, the filthy, desperate little slurping noises he let out as he did his best to keep Jun satisfied, but Nino could tell that Ohno was speeding up, demanding more from Sho.
Nino looked up again. “Come on,” he encouraged Jun. “Give him a break for a while.”
Jun made a face but agreeably slipped his cock out of Sho’s mouth, moving to kneel before Nino instead. Nino felt Jun’s long, graceful fingers stroke along his jawline. “Anything in particular?”
“Come on my face,” Nino requested.
“Fine,” Jun agreed, but not before raising his hand again, indulging Aiba in his seeming need to recreate porn scenes he’d enjoyed. Aiba timed his high five with a particularly hard thrust, nearly making Nino’s arms give out.
“Calm down,” he laughed, his response almost lost when Sho let out a rather noisy shout. Ohno had both hands on his hips, was pulling Sho against him with every thrust, their bodies colliding noisily. Aiba’s own movement inside him slowed momentarily, Nino and the others listening to the happy sounds Ohno made as he got off. This only spurred Jun on, Nino opening wide and trying to ignore how slippery and wet Jun’s cock already was courtesy of Sho’s hot mouth.
He added his own saliva to the mix. He supposed he had little cause for complaint, given what they were all up to. What was a little spit swapped among friends? Jun was steady, holding himself at the base of his shaft and letting Nino move at a pace he was comfortable with, letting Jun’s cock slide along his tongue, along the roof of his mouth. It wasn’t that easy with Aiba’s erratic thrusts, but he felt so fucking good that he kept on anyway.
He had his eyes closed, wasn’t sure of what else was happening. He heard a bit of movement beside him, presuming that Ohno was heading off to toss out his first condom of the day. Aiba was just on the edge, his fingers digging in to Nino’s hips, as he let Jun know he was close. Jun pulled back the slightest bit, and Nino let his cock slip out of his mouth, groaning as Aiba gave in to his orgasm, shuddering against him, finally slowing.
Aiba stayed inside him, his hands on Nino’s hips, keeping him full as Jun pressed his thumb to Nino’s lower lip, pushing his mouth back open. Soon he had a mouth full of Jun again, drooling unattractively and humming around him, arms quivering a little as he tried to hold himself up. A scrape of Jun’s fingers against his scalp a short while later let him know he was close. Nino shut his eyes tight, feeling the sudden absence as Aiba pulled out of him, moved away.
Jun gave Nino a rude little push, and he toppled a bit. He felt hands…not Jun’s hands…move him until he was lying on his back on the futon. “Open your mouth,” he heard Jun gasp, nearly losing control. He barely had time to obey before he felt the first strands of come hit him. He kept his eyes shut tight, moaning in pleasure as Jun’s come painted all around his mouth, dribbling down his already drool-laden chin.
“He wants all of us to do it,” he heard Aiba’s voice say from somewhere in the room, but not close. “Come on his face.”
“Then leave it there,” he heard Sho say, sounding a bit exhausted but otherwise happy. “Jun, don’t clean him up yet. He’ll at least get two out of four checked off right away.”
Nino kept his eyes closed, grateful that Ohno hadn’t offered him the stupid goldfish mask. He swallowed the come that Jun had managed to get in his mouth but otherwise did as Sho wanted. He tried not to smile, knowing he had to look like shit already. He could smell whatever deodorant Sho wore a moment later, reaching a hand up behind his head to come into contact with Sho’s leg. Slick sounds let him know that Sho was now kneeling behind his head just as Jun had been, jacking off.
He lay there, missing the hard, insistent feel of Aiba’s cock inside him, but he couldn’t help chuckling when he felt a fairly gentle hand tug at one of his legs and a rough hand reaching for his other one. “The fuck is happening?” he mumbled, unable to do much more than lie there with Jun’s dried come on his face.
“Touching you,” came Ohno’s voice somewhere near his feet. He was the rough hand. He moaned quietly as Ohno’s fingers tickled and teased their way up and down his bare leg. The other hand belonged to Jun, stroking along his ankle and shin. Spread eagle, being tickled, Sho soon to come on his face…he felt very loved.
“Don’t forget me,” came a chuckling Aiba’s voice a few moments later. “Let me help.”
He listened to Sho jerking off, listened to everybody’s hard breathing as they surrounded him. He was vulnerable, undoubtedly so, but he trusted them. He trusted every single one of them.
At some point Jun’s hand disappeared, but Ohno’s started smoothing over both of his thighs, up between his legs. Ohno’s mouth was a godsend, settling around his neglected cock as though it belonged there. He didn’t have the biggest mouth, but he certainly knew how to use it. Sho’s strokes, slick and needy, had him so hard. He had no trouble admitting to himself how much fun he was having, even with his eyes closed.
“Oh god,” Sho was muttering, trying to hold out but it was no use. Nino moaned, fingers digging into the futon, toes curling when he felt Sho’s hot come land on his chin. Sho was less controlled than Jun, Nino feeling some of it slide down his cheek, heading for his ear, but he didn’t mind. He didn’t mind at all.
He only laughed when Sho bluntly told him he looked a mess, not giving a shit because Ohno had a finger in his ass now, pushing into him in time with each long suck. He would be the last to come in what he decided was probably just round one, but what a round it had already been. He gave in, not caring how loud he was once Ohno’s finger started stroking his prostate. He arched up a little when he couldn’t bear it any longer, Ohno adjusting so he could take it all in, swallow it all down.
He didn’t move for a while, trying to catch his breath. Eventually Ohno was back, curling up at his side and wiping his face and neck with a damp cloth. He opened his eyes, seeing Ohno’s gentle, tired smile. “Thank you very much,” Nino said, still a bit woozy. Ohno leaned forward, kissing the tip of his nose.
“You’re welcome.”
Without the distraction of someone’s finger in his ass, he realized the others were taking leisurely breaks too. He turned his head the other way, finding Jun lying beside him, Aiba on top of him, the two of them kissing slowly. He heard a crackling noise, lifting his head the slightest bit to see Sho sitting cross-legged with his back against the couch, downing a bottle of water, squeezing the plastic tightly in his hand.
“Well, this has been great,” Nino announced to the room, earning chuckles from Ohno and Sho and no response from Aiba and Jun, who were lost in a daze of sloppy, heavy kisses.
Sho smiled. “If I was ten years younger, I’d be ready to go again.”
“I’m counting this as my exercise for the week,” Nino declared.
He felt Ohno’s fingers tickle across his chest before he received a gentle pinch. Turning, he saw a naughty smile aimed in his direction.
“I want to come on you next,” Ohno decided.
“By all means,” Nino replied agreeably. “Whenever you’re up for it.”
The mutually agreed-upon break lasted another twenty minutes, Nino spending most of it on his back, Ohno beside him touching him. Aiba took a bathroom break when he finally managed to pull himself away from Jun. Sho came over with a water bottle, helping Jun to sit up, sitting cross-legged behind him and kissing his back, along his shoulder blades while Jun drank.
When Aiba came back, he bent down, ruffling Nino’s hair before sitting next to Sho. “Hey Sho-chan, if I fuck Jun will you fuck me?”
Jun twisted the cap back on the water bottle, if only so he could reach over and smack Aiba in the hip with it. “Oi, how is this going to work? You’re both clumsy. I’d rather not end up in the hospital because you both collapse on top of me and rupture my spleen.”
Sho shrugged. “If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.”
“Easy for you to say,” Jun whined.
“Please, this is about making Aiba-san’s dreams come true,” Nino teased.
Jun’s complaints didn’t last much longer, especially once Aiba had him on his hands and knees, was brushing encouraging kisses down his spine. Nino turned onto his side, watching eagerly as Sho moved to grab a condom, slipping it into Aiba’s hand. Hands fisted in the futon and keeping his legs apart, Jun let out a pleased moan as soon as Aiba pushed inside him.
“See?” Aiba asked, moving slowly, hands at Jun’s middle. “We’ll let Sho-chan join us later.”
Nino heard movement behind him, Ohno sitting up. Resting a hand on Nino’s hip, it was clear he wanted to jerk off while Aiba’s little challenge unfolded before them. Nino, however, had a hard time looking away from Jun’s face, saw how easily he’d given in anyhow despite all his bitching. It was one of the things Nino loved about him the most.
Sho had another condom packet in his hand, was stroking his cock as he tapped it against his thigh. “Aiba-san,” Sho pointed out. “Let me know when you’d like company.”
“Now is good!”
Sho started tentatively, kneeling behind Aiba and coating his finger with lube. Aiba slowed down, fucking Jun with long, measured strokes as soon as Sho slipped a finger inside him. “Wow,” Aiba commented, “this might work.”
In time with Sho’s touch, Aiba groaned, his grip on Jun looking almost painful. But Jun endured it. He liked it a bit rougher than he’d ever let on anyway. “Maybe you should lean on Jun a bit more,” Sho suggested. “Otherwise I’m going to have a difficult time lining up with you guys.”
Nino felt Ohno’s fingers dig into his hip, needy and wanting. “Wait,” Nino mumbled, “wait, I have to see if this works first.”
“Fine,” Ohno grumbled.
Jun’s worries about Sho and Aiba’s clumsiness was mostly unfounded. Aiba leaned forward, body flush against Jun’s, balancing an arm across Jun’s broad shoulders and leaning his full weight against him. Despite that, Jun had no trouble bearing it, the strong muscles in his arms keeping him up. Sho rolled on his condom, moving so he was kneeling behind Aiba. Aiba stayed put, cock buried to the hilt inside Jun as Sho rested a palm on top of his ass for leverage.
The smile and moan of surprise Aiba let out as soon as Sho pushed inside him made Nino laugh. Even though Sho had won the rock-paper-scissors battle, Aiba was still getting what he wanted. Nino lay there, feeling his own cock grow hard again. Once Sho found a steady rhythm that worked, Aiba was able to figure out his own. It took a bit of effort, but with a bit of persistence, it worked, Sho doing his best to move slowly, to keep from sliding out of Aiba’s ass as he fucked Jun with deep, hard strokes. But eventually Jun was laughing, his arms shaking. “Can we try something else?” he asked.
Sho moved out of the way, Aiba following. Jun sighed, rolling onto his back. With the flexibility Nino envied so dearly, Jun bent his legs until his knees were almost touching his chest, resting his hands on his shins to keep himself spread wide. “Try this,” Jun offered generously. Aiba, enthusiastic to continue, leaned forward and kissed Jun with a noisy smack. And then he was back inside him, making Jun gasp with the force of his movements.
“Hold on, hold on, I can’t keep up with that,” Sho protested, giving Aiba a tap on the shoulder.
“He’s like a rabbit,” Nino teased.
“No shit,” Sho said.
“Fine, fine,” Aiba said, stilling inside Jun. It took a bit of effort on Sho’s part, but he managed to thrust back into Aiba, holding on with a hand tight on each of Aiba’s shoulders. Once Sho was back where Aiba wanted him, they tried again.
“Your face, Aiba-san,” Nino laughed, seeing the sweat pouring down his friend’s face, his mouth open as he let out grunts of effort. He’d never seen anyone look so ugly, and it endeared Aiba to him all the more.
Finally, Ohno had a brilliant idea. He leaned over, whispering in Nino’s ear, and Nino gasped in shock.
“That’s filthy, Ohno-san.”
Ohno just winked at him.
Nino reluctantly moved, and he and Ohno both crawled over, kneeling on either side of Jun’s head.
“No,” Jun immediately said, his voice a bit strained as Aiba found a speed he could work with, fucking Jun as hard as he could manage.
“Aw, come on,” Nino said, patting his cheek. “You’ve got a huge mouth.”
Jun looked up, staring daggers at Nino.
“Plus, Aiba-chan can watch,” Ohno said.
There was a muffled groan, but then Jun just rolled his eyes. “Do what you want then.”
Aiba leaned back a bit, giving them room. Ohno went first, sliding his finger along Jun’s lips before pushing his mouth open. Jun gagged a little once Ohno’s cock was deep in his mouth, but Ohno eased up a bit, moving back to give Jun a break, keep him from choking on the thick girth of him. Nino watched, Aiba watched, hell, even Sho was able to watch even if he had to strain a bit.
Eventually Jun had to beg off to catch his breath, turning his head. Ohno stayed where he was, continuing to jerk off. Nino offered Jun a sly wink. “I’ll wait.”
While Jun cracked his jaw a bit in complaint, Aiba moved again, not giving Jun a moment’s rest. Sho was a bit kinder, mostly staying in place, letting Aiba rock back against him, take his cock in as far as he could manage.
“This is ridiculous,” Jun finally admitted. “One or the other, please.”
“Fine, fine,” Aiba teased as Sho slowly pulled out of him. Then Aiba moved out of Jun himself, leaving him on his back. Almost dizzy, Aiba got up, taking off his condom. When he came back, he merely lay on his back beside Jun, beckoning for Sho to return. Aiba rested his hand on his cock, moving his knees up and letting Sho back inside him.
Finally free of his other obligations, Jun let out another irritated sigh even though Nino knew he was having the time of his life. He just liked to be difficult.
This time Jun was more unencumbered. He stayed on his back a while, letting Nino fuck his hot mouth for a while, but then Ohno was impatient once more, especially with Aiba’s repeated begging demands for Sho to fuck him harder nearby. With a bit of effort, Nino keeping steady by gripping Ohno’s shoulder for leverage, Ohno got his wish. Jun opened wide, managing to take both of their cocks into his mouth, albeit not very far. Jun’s moans, his heavy, strained breaths, almost made Nino come right then and there. He looked at Ohno, saw that he had his eyes shut, giving in to the feeling. Nino settled for mostly letting the head of his cock rest against Jun’s lips, bumping against Ohno’s as Jun suckled him.
“Don’t forget,” Nino mumbled, “it’s my face you’re supposed to come on.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Ohno chuckled.
This time, Sho came first, Aiba encouraging him every step of the way with breathy, shaky gasps. Ohno wasn’t too far behind. “Nino, move,” he whispered hastily, “Nino, move…”
Nino pulled back from poor Jun, moving out of the way to kneel. He shut his eyes when Ohno moved to stand in front of him. With Ohno’s tight, urgent grip on his shoulder, Nino moaned when he was marked for the third time that afternoon, most of Ohno’s come hitting his lips and his chin, sliding down his neck.
“Aiba-chan, come here,” Ohno ordered once he finished. Ohno moved, stepping behind Nino, resting his hands on his shoulders to keep him steady. While strings of Ohno’s come still rolled uncomfortably down his face, he opened his mouth, waiting for lucky number four. Nino wasn’t surprised when Aiba’s aim turned out to be the worst of all of them, whining when some of Aiba’s come managed to get up his nose. Ohno and Aiba just laughed before they both patted him on the head, moving to get something to clean him up.
He and Jun still hadn’t come during round two, and once he was feeling less disgusting, Nino crawled over to his roommate, finding him still on his back masturbating, two of Sho’s lubed-up fingers in his ass helping him along.
“Seems you’re otherwise occupied,” he mumbled. Jun said nothing, biting his lip and groaning as Sho touched him.
Looking behind him, he saw that Ohno and Aiba had collapsed onto the sofa in a pile of sweaty limbs, probably close to napping. He grinned at the sight of them before turning back to Jun.
“If you let me come on you, I’ll do the dishes for a week.”
Jun looked up, narrowing his eyes. Nino knew Jun wasn’t as enthusiastic about the practice as he was. “You’re bad at washing dishes.”
“Sorting the trash? I’ll sort the trash for a week.”
“Oh god,” Jun moaned, and Nino looked over, saw Sho wink as he clearly had Jun close now.
“Oh god yes, Nino, please sort the trash?” he teased, patting Jun’s head. That earned a tired laugh from Aiba on the sofa.
“Fuck!” Jun cried out, body trembling as Sho’s touch left him wrecked. Sho refused to let up, slipping a third finger into Jun’s ass. Jun had given in to pretty much anything they’d demanded of him so far. Nino had to admire him for it, given his usual need for control. But Nino wouldn’t do anything Jun really didn’t want.
Nino stroked himself, quick and hard, trying to match Jun’s own pace and letting out a shuddering gasp. “Yes or no?”
“Yes,” Jun finally muttered, “oh god, yes, just come on me.”
Hearing Jun give him permission, hearing the mix of desperation and want in his voice, was all it took. Jun cried out as soon as he felt it, Nino jerking off onto his stomach with a sigh of relief. With a few more hard strokes of Sho’s fingers inside him, Jun tipped over the edge, begging Sho to help. Sho moved eagerly, his mouth replacing Jun’s hand, swallowing down Jun’s come without complaint.
Nino fell back on his ass with a happy chuckle, patting Jun’s thigh as he gently shook with the force of his orgasm.
What a day.
He looked around, finding four exhausted but rather content faces. This wasn’t an everyday thing, but he had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time the five of them gathered for such an ambitious undertaking.
“I wanna sleep for a month,” Nino murmured, hearing four sympathetic replies in a matter of seconds.
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It was after midnight when Nino crawled into his roommate’s bed, snuggling up beside him. Jun allowed it, brushing a kiss to his hair. Nino could hear Sho snoring peacefully on Jun’s other side. Ohno and Aiba had taken the third bedroom, and from the thumping sound Nino could hear against the wall, they weren’t quite finished for the night yet.
Nino usually liked the peace and quiet of his bedroom, the luxury of having his bed all to himself. Tonight it just seemed a bit wrong.
He stroked Jun’s cheek, smiling. “Thank you.”
“For what?” Jun muttered.
“For taking a chance on that stupid app.”
“Whatever.”
Jun allowed Nino to kiss him, to show his gratitude for a little while before turning over onto his other side. He felt Jun’s strong, protective arm come around him. He was always so picky about being Big Spoon, so Nino didn’t mind at all.
Nino took a deep breath, inhaling the comforting familiarity of Jun. The different but warm scent of Sho close by. He shut his eyes, grinning as Ohno and Aiba made themselves known too with the steady thump thump thump of the headboard in the third bedroom. In the morning the five of them would wake, eat breakfast together. Would any of them regret what they’d done? He doubted it.
He had a feeling that today was the first step down an unfamiliar road, but he couldn’t help but be curious about where it might lead.
Ninomiya Kazunari, he thought to himself before drifting off to a pleasant sleep, you are a genius.