RP Log - Niou, Kirihara & Marui
What: What started as fun ends in more bitching and fighting. Why can't we all just get along ;_;
When: ...uh sometime in the recent past, we don't know. We just wanted to 8D
Rating: Porn, k.
"I wanna be topped."
Bunta could still hear those words ringing in his ears, stunning him into giving his boyfriend an odd look. Of all their times of having sex together, he had never thought about taking the lead and topping Akaya. That is, until his best friend and lover hit him out of nowhere with that demand, which later went on to include his silence on the subject while his body leapt with excitement over the thought, even if he was hesitant and unsure about being in control.
But apparently he had been silent too long, which had Akaya thinking his answer was no, and heading off with a declaration of, "Fine, I'll just ask Haru." And Bunta had no doubt he would, which did explain why he was hurrying along behind his boyfriend, trying to figure out what the hell was happening, beyond he didn't have a clue how to approach the whole topic again now that the other German was intent on propositioning their friend. So that twenty minutes later, which could have been longer than his estimation, they stood outside Niou's house and he was till trying to cope with it all when the doorbell rang.
There was soon the patter of small feet followed by the thumps of a larger pair and the door swung open, revealing one Niou and son to the two young men standing outside the house. "Yo!" Came a greeting and a wave accompanied by a shark-like grin. "What brings ya?"
Johann on the other hand inched towards his 'uncle' - Bunta usually brought him treats when he came over and made him share with his sister, but now that his sister wasn't there he could have them all to himself! And yes that was quite the pathetic look he gave one Bunta Marui when fingers curled in the hem of his shirt and tugged.
"Want, uh, need you to --" On second thought, maybe it wasn't such a wise decision to say exactly what he wanted from the older man in front of his kid, particularly with the vulgar way Akaya tended to go speak of those sorts of things. So forward he went, tugging Niou closer and whispering his urge to the other man, following it with the flick of his tongue and the light scrape of teeth against the shell of Niou's ear.
"..,Uh...huh." Well Niou certainly couldn't complain, however there were two things he needed to get out of the way. Turning his attention to the friend his son was currently accosting his eyebrow perked. "You're okay with that, Buttercup?" He certainly didn't mind helping out in the predicament but he sure as hell wasn't going to tread on another's territory, particularly when said person was one of his best friends.
Bunta wanted to groan, cheeks already flushing a bright red over the subject matter, and knowing there was a kid present. "Don't think we should be talking about this around Johann." He stammered, even as he fished out a packet of gum, offering it to the child who was often the recipient of his baking attempts. His boyfriend and his best friend? His lover and his first lover, one topping the other? The thoughts were enough to make him squirm inwardly, and he had to think he was insane to find the ideas swirling in his brain hot as hell.
And that was the second thing Niou planned on taken care of. "There was a reason I didn't say what." He grinned before turning back towards the inner recesses of his home and giving a shout. "Bane!" Such was the wonder of having a roommate who also had a kid, free babysitting!
Johann meanwhile murmured a quiet "Thank you." before tearing into the pack and pulling out a piece, the rest of it shoved into his pants pocket for later and popping his piece into his mouth.
"You're welcome." Bunta automatically replied to the kid with a smile, despite the blush that burned pale features when a rather tall and grumpy guy appeared at the door. He waited through Niou's short conversation with the giant (in comparison to him anyway), and even endured the speculative looks tossed their way when the guy, who held a curly-haired imp in his arms, gave a grunt and a nod of agreement.
Bane didn't mind babysitting for Niou when he didn't have a shitload of assignments, and just happened to have the evening free, so that when a wallet was tossed his way along with an order to take Johann shoe shopping or something followed, all he did was roll his eyes, snatch up the wallet and waited for the kid to follow him inside. He wasn't attempting to communicate with Johann in front of strangers, finding the idea abhorrent, since his pride said he should have been able to speak German better by then.
Several minutes later left the three young men alone, kids and roommates gone and Hiroshi... well he wasn't exactly sure where his best friend was. Library or something. Not that it mattered. Niou beckoned his friends in and let the door shut with a slam, spinning around to lean back against it on one leg as arms crossed over his chest. "Care to answer my question now, Peach Pie?" Akaya was obviously plenty willing (he always had been) however Bunta was another story altogether.
Bunta licked his bottom lip, gaze swinging to his best friend's, and maybe the mortification he felt showed in the eyes that locked on an inquiring pair. However, he wasn't one to lie to Niou when there really wasn't a good reason to lie, and even if he found the question and topic itself embarrassing, he still found it stimulating as well. "I don't care." He finally answered, wondering when he had reached a point of lying, even it were only a partial lie. He did care! Well, if it were anyone but Niou he would care, but it was Niou and Niou had apparently not only taken his virginity, topping him in the process. But he had also obviously topped Akaya in the past, so what was there to care about, especially since he found it vaguely exciting to imagine his white-haired friend fucking his boyfriend? Probably because he thought that Akaya in the throes of a passion that could be induced when being slammed by another's cock could be pretty damn sexy and hot, but only if it were Niou.
God, he was certainly turning into a pervert!
"I ain't gonna do it if you're not positive you won't regret it later, cupcake." It was something he stood firm on - a few drunken one night stands involving people he'd picked up at the pub not withstanding - as much as he enjoyed promiscuous sex he wasn't going to even think of touching someone that was otherwise attached. But goddamn he was fairly certain Bunta had been the last person he'd been with and several months with nothing but masturbation really could take its toll on a guy.
"Aw, quit the holy act, Haru." The words came off on a slight whine as Akaya flopped himself back on the couch, knees hooked over the arm and feet dangling. "Ain't foolin' no one."
"Unlike you I don't enjoy pissing my little plumcake off, dumbshit." Niou quipped in response, a teasing grin cast to Bunta. And here was where he would wait for the 'Do it', the permission or demand to have sex with his boyfriend - maybe even while he watched. Sounded like fun, heh.
He really didn't think he blush any worse than he was right then. Bunta could already feel himself hardening thanks to the visions dancing around his mind, and the way Niou paid careful attention to making sure it wasn't something he'd regret giving permission for. Something his boyfriend obviously didn't care about, which did earn Akaya a small glare. "You can do it. I don't care." He muttered a moment later, already wondering how the hell he was supposed to get rid of his own problem, since neither had mentioned him actually being there or actively participating in what was going to take place.
Was he supposed to just trot his ass home now that he knew what Akaya was going to do with Niou?
"Don't sound like you don't care." Akaya called up from his spot. Oh yes he did see that little glare and a small frown curled on his mouth. "'N c'mere." Really, he wasn't so much of an asshole to go fool around on his boyfriend while his boyfriend knew exactly what he was doing, but it was more of Niou was better at talking than he was when it came to well... just about anything. So he left the talking to him and worse came to worse they could simply kick the older man out of his own house and get to it rather than walking all the way back to either of their rooms.
Bunta pouted. "I don't care." He denied, shifting to move toward his boyfriend on the couch. His glare died with the declaration. "Don't care if Haru fucks you." He once again accreted when he stopped in front of Akaya, still refusing to say anything else on that subject itself. "I care that you didn't care whether I cared or not." My yes, he was being difficult, because now that he admitted to not caring, and actually had spoken of what earned that glare, he was still faced with the prospect of going home one very horny and alone young man while his boyfriend stayed to get thoroughly screwed by his best friend.
No, he wasn't happy over that thought.
One hand snaked out to grab Bunta by the beltloop, tugging him closer with a somewhat cheesy grin. "Who said that? Sure I care."
"This is what we call being aware of one's stupidity and letting someone else do the talking, muffin." Niou's grin had to match Akaya's, though probably more on the predatory level than the absolutely retarded look on the other's face.
Bunta stumbled with the pull on his beltloop, just barely catching himself with hands grabbing for the back of the couch in time to keep from falling completely. "Fine. You care." He accepted, choosing to believe what the two said, since he was intimately acquainted with how utterly dumb Akaya could be. "So, can I go now?"
"Go where?" The look of confusion on Akaya's face most definitely wasn't feigned, head tilting slightly before looking back up at Niou. Oh right. No one had mentioned that little bit. "No one said you had to go anywhere."
"You're comin' with us." It was only with minor difficulty that Niou's arms wrapped around Bunta's waist and soon hefted the smaller man up over his shoulder (goddamn he really was heavier than he looked) and turned back towards his bedroom. "So hurry up, Liebechen, or I'm playing with him instead."
Bunta shrieked, and then had to curse himself for it. He didn't come anywhere close to sounding like a girl, but damn it sure wasn't manly, especially when he was tossed over Niou's shoulder and lugged around. "Haru," he hissed, making a wild grab for his friend's back to keep from sliding anywhere. "What the hell are you doing?"
Right, so he lost his ability to think somewhere. They could sue him, if they didn't like it.
"Akaya may be a dumbshit who'd probably do it, but you really think I'm going to fuck the boyfriend you so kindly offered without letting you in on it?" It was simple enough and was exactly the thing Niou had been thinking all along - though whether Bunta watched or joined was entirely up to him. The point was that he'd be participating in some form or another.
"Who's the dumbshit," Akaya replied from where he'd skittered up behind the older man and his boyfriend. "And still got that camera?" It was always good to know and whether said camera was actually used would be up to... well anyone but him.
"And just what am I suppose to do, if you two are... " Bunta waved his hands wildly behind Niou's back. He took a breath, blew a strand of hair out of his eyes, and then lifted his head to snake a look around for the camera he didn't know Niou had. "What camera?" Now wasn't that just a dandy thought to consider, and had him squirming restlessly against the shoulder he was draped over.
"Whatever you want." Akaya replied, already tugging at the buttons on his shirt as they made their way in. "You figure it out."
"Oh, that? Top shelf shelf in the closet, Charlotte decided it would be fun trying to use it as a football a few weeks ago. Other stuff's up there too, grab it." With little care he leaned forward and simply dropped Bunta onto his bed. "Want it, sugarplum?" His grin borderlined on cat-with-cream; there were plenty of things one could do with a bit of free time and a video camera.
"Right, right." A shirt was flung to the floor as Akaya moved to grab the items in question and after several quiet curses of things falling on his toes returned with the camera, a tripod and a box that would no doubt be familiar to each one of them.
Bunta blushed, dropping his gaze away from the shit-eating grin of his best friend. "The tape, maybe." He admitted with a hitch in his breath, turned on by having a tape of the three of them. He was already on the bed, still very much unsure of what he was expected to do besides watch, so decided on creeping his way back up toward the headboard to rest his back against it.
"I'll mail you a dvd." Niou snickered, taking the box from Akaya and pawing through for a well used tube of lubricant before simply dropping the whole thing on the floor. "Get to it, Liebechen." His words were nonchalant as his own clothes were tugged at.
Akaya was already well on his way, pants and boxers kicked on the floor and camera quickly set off somewhere to the side. Excited was one way to put it when he pounced across the bed and landed somewhere near Bunta's legs and looking up at Niou expectantly. "Hurry the hell up, Haru."
"Ain't you ever heard the term, 'patience is virtue'?" He was teasing for the most part but Niou surely was taking his sweet time stripping. But it was soon enough he'd joined his friends in bed, hovering over Akaya with narrowed eyes. Maybe it was his own past experiences and maybe it was growing up in a country where this sort of stuff was practically shoved down your throat from the day you were born but all in all the situation was really nothing to think of and was something he was perfectly comfortable with; even when his hand slid down a pale stomach to curl his fingers around Akaya's erection.
Bunta was hit with a revelation right then-he was such a throwback to his friends. In a country where sex was often openly displayed and advertised in various clubs and different places from the time they were old enough to know what it was, he was probably the only one who wasn't so free or experienced. And he had to wonder if he had a right to be there right then, because as often as he got up to naughty things with Niou first, and then later with Akaya, he had never thought about something like this. But then again, perhaps it was something in their genes, because his eyes couldn't seem to tear themselves away from the hand that wrapped around his boyfriend's length, and he couldn't seem to draw breath because the anticipation was killing him.
"Hand me that, pumpkin." Niou murmured as his head dipping to scrape his teeth over Akaya's collarbone. It was handy having another person around, particularly when one was quite busy 'entertaining' another. Another who was writhing under his hand, whose skin was taking on a faint pink flush as the seconds passed. However if that lube wasn't present right quick things could get difficult.
That? Bunta found his gaze skipping over the bed in search of the that in question, finally deducing it had to be the lube when he spied the tube. He scooped it up, cleared his throat, and then pushed it toward his best friend. "Here." He murmured softly, barely daring to breathe in the process. He had been right, Bunta thought almost despairingly when a bolt of heat shot straight from his stomach to his groin. Watching them together was hot, even if they had only just begun.
"Thanks." Much better. Niou sat back slightly and snatched up the tube, biting down on the top and pulling off the cap. With as much attention as he was paying to the bratty imp beneath him he was still keeping an eye on the other - and he definitely caught the way Bunta watching. Which more or less meant to Niou had he was going to have to put on a damn spectacular show. Not that he particularly minded, it was all in good fun.
Akaya grunted impatiently as legs spread and hips rocked, eyes narrowing and lips parting slightly to let out an audible breath when slicked fingers slid over his skin and pressed against him; slowly working their way in with a twist or flick of Niou's wrist. "Too slow, Haru." His body shifted, pushing against the other man's hand eagerly.
Bunta groaned. His face was flushing as if he were the one those fingers worked into, and damned if he wasn't twitching inside the trousers he wore. He wanted to reach down and rub his hand across the bulge he hoped his baggy shirt hid. Craved the feeling of friction that would give him more pleasure than he was already feeling thanks to the scene he watched and was helpless to turn away from.
"You're just impatient." Niou growled quietly against his current lover's skin, teeth sinking into soft flesh and biting down. Had to keep the guy from getting too cocky, of course, and once again prove that if he was to be doing this, he was in charge. It wasn't long before he had the younger man turn into a puddle of writhing, overly excited goo under his hand; a state he planned on keeping him in for at least another few minutes.
There were times when Haru could be a goddamn bastard. This was one of them, what with the way his friend seemed to be just letting him hang there and smacking his hand away any time he reached down in attempt to relieve some of the tension an almost aching erection was causing him. Goddamnit, he knew he was doing it just to put on a show but that didn't make it any less torturous to Akaya himself, a thought he voiced with a guttural growl and showed with the way nails scratched down Niou's arms.
But there was only so long even Niou could hold out against that sort of look and soon had Akaya on his knees; one had sliding lightly down the younger man's spine while the other worked to slick his own erection. His gaze flicked over to Bunta and a slightly wicked smirk curled on his lips; both amused and amazed by the restraint an otherwise obviously lustful and eager man was showing. He'd definitely have to give Bunta a cookie, later.
This, Bunta decided with an audible groan, was going to be the death of him. Or the complete destruction of his sanity, since his breath chose to hitch and heart began to hammer right at that moment. His gaze slid from his boyfriend to Niou, begging in silence for what even he didn't know.
"The hell you waiting for," Akaya grumbled, head tilting back to peer over his shoulder. Certainly the question could have been directed at either of the other two present and really, it was directed at both. Bunta with that look Akaya'd on many occasions and Haru pressed to his back, fingers trailing lightly down his stomach and pausing just before (what he hoped was) their goal.
It was only fair to reward someone who, while being a pushy bastard and whining constantly, was being an overall good sport (not that that was particularly unusual). With a nip to Akaya's shoulder Niou guided himself forward; hissing softly against reddening skin as he worked himself in further, hips rocking slowly and hands gripping his friend's thighs tightly. And sweet fuck it had been a while - upwards of eight months since the last time he'd had a chance at this particular young man if he was counting correctly. Not that it mattered, this was here and now and he not only had to think of pleasuring himself and Akaya, but to some extent Bunta as well.
If there was ever a time he wanted to hide his face and pretend he'd fallen into a hole, it had to be right then. He felt about as embarrassed and mortified as he felt the first time Akaya had walked in on him pleasuring himself years before. Bunta wasn't exactly sure why he felt so damn embarrassed considering his boyfriend and Niou didn't seem to have a problem, but then again they wouldn't since both were, in a way, working toward getting their rocks off.
And he most definitely wasn't.
He squirmed, as he grew more uncomfortable, unable to look away, although a voice in his brain told him he should. The more he watched the more erotic it seemed, and his body seemed to like what he was watching because damned if his cock wasn't so hard it ached. He also felt completely out of his depth, hurting in a way that usually indicated he was horny as hell, but the two who always took care of that problem for him was currently otherwise occupied. And that left him with one hell of a dilemma to solve, hopefully without doing something idiotic like begging Niou to fuck him too.
Hard thrusts soon fell into a steady rhythm and low moans, sweat-slicked skin slapping against skin and fingers clutching whatever they could tightly; be it flesh or soft fabric. Akaya's back hollowed, head resting on one arm as a hand slipped down to curl around his own length, only to have it slapped away with a low, warning growl of "Behave yourself." followed by a much larger hand taking the place of his own. Fucking shit, man! Even still Akaya's head tilted, lidded eyes focusing on his boyfriend as pleasured pants and moans bled from his lips. He really wasn't surprised how much of a turn on it was to be watched; his brain told him it wasn't the first time but he wasn't quite sure if he remembered it.
But that wasn't important, what was was the two here - the one watching and the one taking; the muffled moans and scent of raw sex hanging in the air. "H-harder." Akaya groaned. Child's play. Pure vanilla. And it was bullshit, Akaya knew full well the older man had it in him to set aside all the careful lovey dovey crap and fully dominate; rough, hard and damn near angry - just the way he liked it.
"Haru?" Bunta groaned without realizing his mouth was going to open until it was too late to retract the sound, almost questioning the friend nailing his boyfriend and lover. He licked his bottom lip, almost hypnotized by the vision of raw sensuality and trembled with rising desire when he edged closer to the two. He couldn't help but notice that Akaya was in a perfect position to give head, if Niou kept his pace easy and slow, because Bunta most certainly did not anticipate the pain of teeth accidentally scraping sensitive flesh. But neither was he happy with the current status quo, especially when he ached and burned thanks to the two bastards enjoying themselves so fully.
Cranky? Him? Yeah, maybe a little, but he had reason to be, damn it! He kept his gaze trained on the more dominant of the two, knowing that in this Niou led as he did every time that had had sex. Fuck, yes. He wanted to do more than watch, but he was going to have to hear a verbal okay from the man thrusting into his boyfriend over and over again, before he managed to leap past that wall he saw separating him from the two.
"Finally decided to join the party, dumpling?" Niou was honestly surprised it had taken the other man that long to say anything or even attempt to make a move. Of course he wasn't going to force Bunta to just sit there while he had his merry way with the guy's boyfriend (that was reserved for a future encounter). "Have at. Whatever you want." And obviously if need be, they could move even if the young man writhing beneath him was currently complaining about being ignored.
Bunta gave a nod of his head, face flaming even brighter at the words as much as the permission to do whatever he wanted. He tried to still the trembling of his hand when he slid free of the bed, shirt clearing his body before he hit the floor. It didn't take him long to shuck his pants and boxers with an audile moan of relief, erection springing free of both when he tugged them down his legs.
Then, he eyed the bed and his boyfriend, unable to still his hand as he had done that trembling when it reached for his length. Just one stroke, he told himself. One stroke that led to one more and then another, before he found his way back to that bed with breaths coming just a bit faster when he found himself kneeling in front of his boyfriend. The first time he tried for the order that would put his boyfriend's mouth on his cock was soft, too soft for even him to pick up, since his vocal chords seemed to choose to freeze. Bunta tried once more, clearing his throat, and then quickly breathing out the words he might have said in a different setting but with a tone of demand that usually didn't come out of the mouth of the most submissive amongst them.
"Suck me, Akaya!"
The demand was met shortly as his head lifted and body stretched, arms moved to brace himself as Akaya took the other into his mouth. A soft moan bled from his lips as his tongue slid along the length. Fuck it was difficult to concentrate on what he was supposed to be doing when Niou seemed so goddamn intent on torturing him with the thrust of his hips and the stroke of his hand.
Niou on the other hand was quite pleased with himself; they'd have the most prudish amongst them become just as shameless as the next person in no time. "Now you're gettin' the idea, pumpkin. Right, Liebechen?" Not that Akaya could exactly answer verbally at the moment but his body language said plenty. Leaning over Akaya's back teeth sunk into the younger man's shoulder, biting down with a force meant to mark and leave the slightest bit of hurt. Plenty of past experience told him that was what got the kid off, a little pain between friends and sometimes-fuckbuddies wasn't a big deal. Hurt, yes, injure, fuck no. He kept his pace relatively sedate, hips thrusting evenly as his hand slid along Akaya's cock, grip loose and teasing. They had plenty of time, it wasn't like they needed to get things over with quickly and Niou had every intention on making the experience last as long as possible.
Bunta's lips parted on a low moan. "God," he softly exclaimed when his lashes became too heavy to hold and they fell to half-mast, weighed by desire. The heat of that mouth was everything he imagined and then some, earning Akaya the soft kneading of lean fingers that soon buried themselves in his hair. From his vantage point he knelt face to face with Niou, having Akaya serving as the only thing that separated them. And he could see every expression that crossed his face, which was enough to set his fires burning even hotter. Especially since he could remember quite well, being a genius and all that, what it felt like to be the one on the receiving end and having that hardness thrust into him over and over.
"Haru, I want it, too."
Oh~? Things really could get interesting. "What, exactly, is it that you want, buttercup?" Came a slightly strained and breathy reply. Niou knew full well what Bunta wanted but that wasn't going to stop him from being a semi-prick and making him actually voice it.
Akaya grunted in slight irritation - goddamnit they weren't supposed to be conversing like this was a goddamn tea party. A bit more suction was applied and Akaya's head pulled back, tongue sliding over the head of Bunta's cock and teeth scraping oh-so-lightly over sensitive flesh (that had taken some damn skill, particularly when one's rear end was being pushed forward constantly).
"Akaya!" Bunta's fingers tightened in silky strands, trembling when teeth and tongue swirled around the head of his cock and sending him straight toward a point of being tongue tied. He drew a harsh breath between clenched teeth, tried to remember he shouldn't thrust forward as Akaya was being pushed into him with every surge of their lover's hips, but damn it was becoming especially hard to adhere to that thought.
"That...This..." he moaned softly, excitement causing his face to flush more so. "Fuck me. If you're gonna fuck him then fuck me, too."
"I dunno~" Niou started, raising back on his haunches a bit and slamming his hips against the younger man. "Don't think he'll be too happy if I just stop now." Not that he had any plans of it, he had a healthy enough libido to be ready for seconds in next to no time. "What say you, Liebechen?" He purred, the fingers of one hand digging into Akaya's hip.
"Mmpph hrph mph!" Whatever it was that Akaya had said (or attempted to say) was lost to the sounds of sex, cut off and muffled by the length his mouth currently held. And goddamn Haru for acting so goddamn casual in the middle of fucking him; he was getting close and the only way he could show it was through the desperate squirming and eager pushing back of his body, back arching and legs trembling.
Bunta shot Niou a telling look of stop fucking around magnitudes. He knew well enough that Niou had enough stamina to go more than once in one night, and the thought brought a pout to a full bottom lip. "You're teasing me, Haru." He pointed out on a hiss, pleasured moan stifled by the way he forced the words out of his mouth. He was just as confused by the casual way they acted as he was by the fact that his blood pressure was shooting sky high thanks to the hot mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking him until his stomach tensed and muscles coiled in anticipation of the ecstasy creeping up on him.
"You'll--" Niou grunted, a labored breath taken in as he jerked against the man beneath him. "Just have to wait." For as well versed in things sexual as he was, even he didn't have the power to take two men at once (though that could've been super awesome). However Akaya was beginning to get frantic, desperate for release and it was no surprise to Niou when he felt the sticky hot semen coating his fingers or heard the muffled moan of a man too far gone to even think of pulling back (which had to have been difficult).
Akaya trembled, muscles spasming almost uncontrollably as hands dug tightly into his friend's sheets; panting heavily and low moans rumbling in his chest. Fucking shit, it was getting hard to breathe and soon pulled away from Bunta, head dropping to rest on crumpled arms in some attempt at catching his breath without choking or biting his boyfriend (Bunta'd appreciate that in the long run, he thought, even if he didn't now). He relaxed slightly, legs spreading a bit more to brace himself for the very thorough lovin' he was still receiving. Once he'd caught some of his wind back Akaya shakily pushed himself up, head tilting back slightly to peer at his boyfriend's face. Sweet fuck.
Bunta complained over the loss of those sweet lips around his length with a low whimper of distress, but he wasn't so dumb as not to catch on when he saw the way his boyfriend stiffened and then trembled, clawing at those sheets. The sight arrested his attention, even as his hand lowered to curl lean fingers around a cock still slick with the warmth of Akaya's saliva, taking up where that mouth had left off and working toward the climax that still hovered too far on the horizon for his liking.
Minutes passed quickly and it wasn't long before Niou followed, head dropping and teeth tearing into Akaya's shoulder when he came. Breaths were heavy and he continued to rock against the other's body, milking himself damn near dry inside of him. That was two down and one to go, heh. Not that the puddle of figurative goo beneath him was going to be any help to that 'one' left at the moment, though he did seem interested in the scene taking place mere inches from his face.
And interested Akaya was - partially in wonder of where exactly Bunta was planning to go with that and partially in how goddamn hot his boyfriend looked like that.
Since there wasn't a need to remain on his knees any longer, Bunta chose to take the easy way out and slid to his ass, back coming to rest against Niou's headboard. He flushed beneath the attentive gaze of his boyfriend; eyes bright with the fever of his need remaining on those watching when lean legs drew upward to brace his feet against the mattress. "Fuck," he whimpered, hand steadily pumping his cock until his body trembled, muscles spasming when he finally reached the point of no return and he felt the warmth of his semen spurting over his hand, and yet he couldn't still the motions of his hand, instead he slowly stroked continuously riding out the wave of pleasure that left him winded and gasping for breath.
"Shit," Akaya panted, muscles still trembling though this time more under Niou's weight. "Ge'the hell offa me, Haru." He grumbled wearily. And for Niou there was only so long one could be comfortable like that and soon pulled back, one hand reaching down to pull himself out before letting himself fall back down onto his butt.
"Well me loves, better hurry up 'coz I figure we've got about another hour and a half." During that time of course they could do whatever they goddamned pleased and if Bunta really wanted his go they were going to have to do it soon.
"Shaddap, Haru." Came a grunt as Akaya rolled over onto his back, one leg raised to kick at the older man lightly. He was definately going to be sore later but damn it was worth it.
Bunta shot a small glare toward his boyfriend, foot snapping out to kick his thigh. "Wait until after my turn, before you go trying to kill him." He playfully grouched on his way from the headboard to a seated position.
"Who said anything about killing him," Akaya grumped back, one hand reaching back to pinch his boyfriend's leg. Really, who could even think about killing someone who'd just put them in such a thorough state of euphoria they could barely tell which way was up?
"Iunno, there's a reason they call it 'little death'." Niou grinned. What a day, really. Two frisky (and slightly bitchy) ukes, what more could a guy ask for? "If you need drinks or somethin' go get 'em, coz round two is about to begin, my friends." He added with a slightly devious smirk. Surely he himself could wait a few more minutes but hey, whatever. All was good and he was more than ready for another go.
"Ow!" Eyes dark with a promise of retribution swung toward Akaya, dire warning lurking in their depths. "That hurt, yanno?" Which, of course, meant payback would eventually come. Then, satisfied his message had gotten across, Bunta turned his full attention on the deviously smirking blonde in the bed with them. "Not thirsty. Not hungry...Well, not for food."
"Not as much as pushing you off the bed would hurt." Akaya retorted, arms stretching out above his head and stretching lazily, twisting slightly to pop his back.
"Dirty pervert. Is that all you can think of?" Nevermind the fact he himself had just mentioned it but teasing Bunta was a fun game in and of itself. But enough with the act, really. "Take what you want, sugar cookie." Niou may technically have been in control in this particular situation but that didn't mean he had or wanted to do all the work.
Bunta pouted on the way toward the friend teasing him. "If I am then it's your fault, Haru." He pointed out, stopping in his crawl across the bed to peek through a fan of silky lashes at the sexy German that had taken his virginity. Twice now he had heard that particular phrasing and wondered why the two who had said chose to make him work so hard for what he wanted? Yet, he was just brat enough to do exactly that by pouncing the smirking blonde to tumble him back on the bed so that a slender body hovered above and hungry eyes roamed almost languidly over the perfection of Niou's body taking in the treat Bunta was going to devour. "Anything I want?" he sought to clarify with something akin to devilish intent lurking in lust darkened eyes.
Of course it was his fault. Everything was his fault. "You heard me."
"That annoys me, yanno." He pointed out, but hell if he was going to let his two lovers throw him into a position of seeming so weak he couldn't grab onto what he wanted, especially when the smart mouth Niou was known for having was so close to his own and could easily be caught by a hungry pair of lips. Bunta nipped sharply at a plump bottom one, sucking on it hungrily while small hands lifted to roam over the muscled torso of his fellow German school mate.
"So grow some balls and buck it up." Akaya commented from off to the side. Of course he was still just lying back enjoying the view, with a rather amused look on his face. Bunta really was cute when he was miffy (sometimes. Other times it made Akaya want to smash his head against a wall.)
Hands slid down Bunta's sides to rest lightly at the small of his back, nails scratching lightly at soft skin. Niou grunted, head tilting slightly to catch the other man's lips in his own; body arching under curious hands. Call it training or something, he was of the opinion that his friend needed to know how to take control should the situation call for it (such as the situation that had lead to this particular one, but Niou certainly wasn't complaining). And, of course, he was more than willing to tutor his current lover in the ways of domination.
Bunta stiffened, proving true to his nature that he could be a brat from hell when his boyfriend's words struck a nerve. Damn, what a mood killer that was, especially when he was already feeling out of sorts from the conversation that suddenly skipped through his mind, reminding him how they had ended up where they were to begin with. He wrenched away from those lips he had been so fascinated with, offered Niou no less than a smile for his trouble, and then with a heated glare toward the dumb lawyer to be with a big mouth made his way to the side of the bed.
"Good going, dumbass." Niou grunted. Someone certainly needed a little training in the tact department. Particularly if it was costing he himself a good time.
Akaya sat himself up, one eyebrow raised curiously. "What?" Bunta wasn't saying anything, which generally translated to a Bad Thing, particularly when accompanied by the look Akaya was currently getting.
"M'going home." Bunta clarified just in case it wasn't obvious the very second his feet hit the floor. He found his boxers, pants and then his shirt in short order, even though he fairly vibrated with unspoken anger. He wasn't pointing out a damn thing to his boyfriend, and was of the mind that Akaya needed to stew in his ignorance for as long as he could, just to add that extra bit of suffering through not knowing what the hell had gone wrong.
"What the fuck?" Hold the damn phone! Just what, exactly was the problem here? Everything had been going just fine and then this. And this involved the miffed Bunta that wasn't so cute and Akaya didn't like it very much. A quick glance towards Niou told him he wasn't going to get any help from that end, the older man was already off the bed and making his way towards the bathroom. "Fucking wait, goddamnit."
With that he scrambled off the bed, catching Bunta's wrist and tugging his closer. "The hell's that all about?"
Bunta gave the hand on his wrist a withering glare, lips curling into a frown of disapproval. "Leggo, Akaya." He wasn't in the mood to be informative or giving in the information department, especially since with a careless turn of phrase his boyfriend managed to make him feel damn insignificant and unable to find a balance in what he had thought was their balance when it came to their relationship.
"No." Bunta was stubborn, but Akaya could be just as stubborn if not moreso. And that definitely meant that he wasn't letting go until he got some sort of decent answer to what the fuck was going on. "Not till you tell me what the fuck your problem is."
"The fuck does it matter?" Hurt feelings surfaced then, adding an icy bite to his words and the sharply snapped. "Remember those balls you said I should grow? I just grew 'em, now let me go, ya asshole!" fell hard from Bunta's lips.
Akaya frowned, brows furrowing and his grip getting a little tighter. "If I'm such a fucking asshole, then why the fuck did you agree to it?" Yeah, this would be one of those times when whatever it was was definitely his fault, but honestly he couldn't for the life of him figure out why the hell Bunta got so pissed off at the smallest comments that didn't even mean a goddamn thing. And aside from that, he was fairly certain he'd heard Haru yell something about not getting blood on the carpet but that could safely be ignored for now.
"Cos you didn't give me a goddamn chance to process the first request, ya dumbass."
"I waited ten minutes for a yes or no answer, fuckwit. Time which, if I might add, was spent in complete silence."
"What the fuck did you expect?" Bunta snapped as he turned on his lover fully. "Damn it, up until Haru I hadn't even slept with anyone. Then there was you, and I haven't exactly been the one leading there either." He was mad. Hurt and mad, and wasn't afraid to show it now that he was on a roll. "You can't blindside me with something like that and expect me to just hop straight on it when it fucking confused me and scared me as much as it turned me on to think about it."
Bunta gave his arm a forceful jerk, pulling with all his might. "To top that off, the least you could have done was keep your mouth shut, instead of saying shit that makes it seem like you think I don't have enough balls to tackle the challenge when you didn't give me a chance to figure any damn thing out much less how the hell I'd go about being the one doing the screwing instead of being the one getting screwed for the first time in my fucking life."
"You could've fucking said something, you know. Like 'uh let me think on it' or something instead of just fucking stare at me like I'd just sprouted eight goddamn heads." Akaya's hand dropped to his side uselessly. Goddamnit. Bunta knew full fucking well he wasn't any good at this whole trying to sort out problems thing, and he certainly wasn't making it any easier. "And for the fucking record, I wasn't fucking serious when I said that."
"And you coulda waited, instead of throwing out the 'I'll just get it from Haru, if I can't get it from you.' Threat." Bunta snapped in reply. Not that he really minded the results, but the cause was still irking him badly. He tried for reigning in his temper, but showed little success in doing so when he continued. "And maybe you didn't mean it, but it was fucking degrading in that it sounded like you find me damn inadequate. Now, if we're done, I'm going home, which shouldn't be a problem, right? Since we did both just get our rocks off, and besides Haru'll still be here, if you want more."
"Well I'm sorry, okay? I didn't fucking mean it." Well that was certainly something he seemed to be saying a lot but to some extent Akaya would've rather been yelled at about what he'd done wrong rather than be left in the dark with an angry boyfriend. At least it was some form of communication, or something.
Akaya turned, snatching his own clothes up from their pile on the floor and promptly tugging them on. "Haru's busy, anyway, in case you didn't notice."
"Not like you can't get an invite to join in on whatever he's doing." Bunta remarked as he tugged his own clothes on, showing a bite of jealousy in the words, even though he wasn't really jealous over his boyfriend and their best friend doing things together. Especially when he was included, but nobody ever said he had to be reasonable when he was angry, and damn it, if Akaya wanted him to be more aggressive than this was a good place to start.
Fully clothed, he turned to march for the bedroom door with an extra flounce to his steps from the anger roiling around inside him. He was a genius, and found it incredibly annoying when others couldn't see his worth in any area, but most especially within a bedroom, since his boyfriend should have picked up on the idea that he was almost always willing to do anything when it was suggested. Just because he had hit a momentary wall of shock while he processed the idea didn't mean that Bunta wasn't willing to try, if for no other reason than Akaya wanted it.
"The point being, I don't want to, idiot." Akaya growled. "But fine. Go home. I don't fucking care." For the situation, of course. It was annoying but for all the turns of phrase he could pump out in a mock courtroom he just couldn't ever figure out a damn way to work this sort of thing out easily.
"I'll be back later, Haru." He called as he passed the door on his way to leave. It was probably best to just go somewhere and blow off some damn steam rather than keep going with this and let things get uglier than they already were.
"Yeah, I noticed." Bunta replied a bit snidely when he stormed out of the bedroom and headed straight for the main door of the house. He was tired of the argument already, but wasn't going to back down when he had a point, and a valid one at that. Although, he wasn't exactly sure what the whole damn point was beyond Akaya's idiocy when it came to some of the things he said.
Doors slammed and two young men stormed off in different directions, leaving a very confused Masaharu Niou when he finally left the bathroom. He'd heard the whole thing but that was something they needed to figure out for themselves, for now he could be content in the 'I got laid' factor and-- "Fucking idiots." Hadn't even bothered to turn off the damn camera before that little argument. Oh well, at the very least he had something to blackmail them with somehow should the need arise.
When: ...uh sometime in the recent past, we don't know. We just wanted to 8D
Rating: Porn, k.
"I wanna be topped."
Bunta could still hear those words ringing in his ears, stunning him into giving his boyfriend an odd look. Of all their times of having sex together, he had never thought about taking the lead and topping Akaya. That is, until his best friend and lover hit him out of nowhere with that demand, which later went on to include his silence on the subject while his body leapt with excitement over the thought, even if he was hesitant and unsure about being in control.
But apparently he had been silent too long, which had Akaya thinking his answer was no, and heading off with a declaration of, "Fine, I'll just ask Haru." And Bunta had no doubt he would, which did explain why he was hurrying along behind his boyfriend, trying to figure out what the hell was happening, beyond he didn't have a clue how to approach the whole topic again now that the other German was intent on propositioning their friend. So that twenty minutes later, which could have been longer than his estimation, they stood outside Niou's house and he was till trying to cope with it all when the doorbell rang.
There was soon the patter of small feet followed by the thumps of a larger pair and the door swung open, revealing one Niou and son to the two young men standing outside the house. "Yo!" Came a greeting and a wave accompanied by a shark-like grin. "What brings ya?"
Johann on the other hand inched towards his 'uncle' - Bunta usually brought him treats when he came over and made him share with his sister, but now that his sister wasn't there he could have them all to himself! And yes that was quite the pathetic look he gave one Bunta Marui when fingers curled in the hem of his shirt and tugged.
"Want, uh, need you to --" On second thought, maybe it wasn't such a wise decision to say exactly what he wanted from the older man in front of his kid, particularly with the vulgar way Akaya tended to go speak of those sorts of things. So forward he went, tugging Niou closer and whispering his urge to the other man, following it with the flick of his tongue and the light scrape of teeth against the shell of Niou's ear.
"..,Uh...huh." Well Niou certainly couldn't complain, however there were two things he needed to get out of the way. Turning his attention to the friend his son was currently accosting his eyebrow perked. "You're okay with that, Buttercup?" He certainly didn't mind helping out in the predicament but he sure as hell wasn't going to tread on another's territory, particularly when said person was one of his best friends.
Bunta wanted to groan, cheeks already flushing a bright red over the subject matter, and knowing there was a kid present. "Don't think we should be talking about this around Johann." He stammered, even as he fished out a packet of gum, offering it to the child who was often the recipient of his baking attempts. His boyfriend and his best friend? His lover and his first lover, one topping the other? The thoughts were enough to make him squirm inwardly, and he had to think he was insane to find the ideas swirling in his brain hot as hell.
And that was the second thing Niou planned on taken care of. "There was a reason I didn't say what." He grinned before turning back towards the inner recesses of his home and giving a shout. "Bane!" Such was the wonder of having a roommate who also had a kid, free babysitting!
Johann meanwhile murmured a quiet "Thank you." before tearing into the pack and pulling out a piece, the rest of it shoved into his pants pocket for later and popping his piece into his mouth.
"You're welcome." Bunta automatically replied to the kid with a smile, despite the blush that burned pale features when a rather tall and grumpy guy appeared at the door. He waited through Niou's short conversation with the giant (in comparison to him anyway), and even endured the speculative looks tossed their way when the guy, who held a curly-haired imp in his arms, gave a grunt and a nod of agreement.
Bane didn't mind babysitting for Niou when he didn't have a shitload of assignments, and just happened to have the evening free, so that when a wallet was tossed his way along with an order to take Johann shoe shopping or something followed, all he did was roll his eyes, snatch up the wallet and waited for the kid to follow him inside. He wasn't attempting to communicate with Johann in front of strangers, finding the idea abhorrent, since his pride said he should have been able to speak German better by then.
Several minutes later left the three young men alone, kids and roommates gone and Hiroshi... well he wasn't exactly sure where his best friend was. Library or something. Not that it mattered. Niou beckoned his friends in and let the door shut with a slam, spinning around to lean back against it on one leg as arms crossed over his chest. "Care to answer my question now, Peach Pie?" Akaya was obviously plenty willing (he always had been) however Bunta was another story altogether.
Bunta licked his bottom lip, gaze swinging to his best friend's, and maybe the mortification he felt showed in the eyes that locked on an inquiring pair. However, he wasn't one to lie to Niou when there really wasn't a good reason to lie, and even if he found the question and topic itself embarrassing, he still found it stimulating as well. "I don't care." He finally answered, wondering when he had reached a point of lying, even it were only a partial lie. He did care! Well, if it were anyone but Niou he would care, but it was Niou and Niou had apparently not only taken his virginity, topping him in the process. But he had also obviously topped Akaya in the past, so what was there to care about, especially since he found it vaguely exciting to imagine his white-haired friend fucking his boyfriend? Probably because he thought that Akaya in the throes of a passion that could be induced when being slammed by another's cock could be pretty damn sexy and hot, but only if it were Niou.
God, he was certainly turning into a pervert!
"I ain't gonna do it if you're not positive you won't regret it later, cupcake." It was something he stood firm on - a few drunken one night stands involving people he'd picked up at the pub not withstanding - as much as he enjoyed promiscuous sex he wasn't going to even think of touching someone that was otherwise attached. But goddamn he was fairly certain Bunta had been the last person he'd been with and several months with nothing but masturbation really could take its toll on a guy.
"Aw, quit the holy act, Haru." The words came off on a slight whine as Akaya flopped himself back on the couch, knees hooked over the arm and feet dangling. "Ain't foolin' no one."
"Unlike you I don't enjoy pissing my little plumcake off, dumbshit." Niou quipped in response, a teasing grin cast to Bunta. And here was where he would wait for the 'Do it', the permission or demand to have sex with his boyfriend - maybe even while he watched. Sounded like fun, heh.
He really didn't think he blush any worse than he was right then. Bunta could already feel himself hardening thanks to the visions dancing around his mind, and the way Niou paid careful attention to making sure it wasn't something he'd regret giving permission for. Something his boyfriend obviously didn't care about, which did earn Akaya a small glare. "You can do it. I don't care." He muttered a moment later, already wondering how the hell he was supposed to get rid of his own problem, since neither had mentioned him actually being there or actively participating in what was going to take place.
Was he supposed to just trot his ass home now that he knew what Akaya was going to do with Niou?
"Don't sound like you don't care." Akaya called up from his spot. Oh yes he did see that little glare and a small frown curled on his mouth. "'N c'mere." Really, he wasn't so much of an asshole to go fool around on his boyfriend while his boyfriend knew exactly what he was doing, but it was more of Niou was better at talking than he was when it came to well... just about anything. So he left the talking to him and worse came to worse they could simply kick the older man out of his own house and get to it rather than walking all the way back to either of their rooms.
Bunta pouted. "I don't care." He denied, shifting to move toward his boyfriend on the couch. His glare died with the declaration. "Don't care if Haru fucks you." He once again accreted when he stopped in front of Akaya, still refusing to say anything else on that subject itself. "I care that you didn't care whether I cared or not." My yes, he was being difficult, because now that he admitted to not caring, and actually had spoken of what earned that glare, he was still faced with the prospect of going home one very horny and alone young man while his boyfriend stayed to get thoroughly screwed by his best friend.
No, he wasn't happy over that thought.
One hand snaked out to grab Bunta by the beltloop, tugging him closer with a somewhat cheesy grin. "Who said that? Sure I care."
"This is what we call being aware of one's stupidity and letting someone else do the talking, muffin." Niou's grin had to match Akaya's, though probably more on the predatory level than the absolutely retarded look on the other's face.
Bunta stumbled with the pull on his beltloop, just barely catching himself with hands grabbing for the back of the couch in time to keep from falling completely. "Fine. You care." He accepted, choosing to believe what the two said, since he was intimately acquainted with how utterly dumb Akaya could be. "So, can I go now?"
"Go where?" The look of confusion on Akaya's face most definitely wasn't feigned, head tilting slightly before looking back up at Niou. Oh right. No one had mentioned that little bit. "No one said you had to go anywhere."
"You're comin' with us." It was only with minor difficulty that Niou's arms wrapped around Bunta's waist and soon hefted the smaller man up over his shoulder (goddamn he really was heavier than he looked) and turned back towards his bedroom. "So hurry up, Liebechen, or I'm playing with him instead."
Bunta shrieked, and then had to curse himself for it. He didn't come anywhere close to sounding like a girl, but damn it sure wasn't manly, especially when he was tossed over Niou's shoulder and lugged around. "Haru," he hissed, making a wild grab for his friend's back to keep from sliding anywhere. "What the hell are you doing?"
Right, so he lost his ability to think somewhere. They could sue him, if they didn't like it.
"Akaya may be a dumbshit who'd probably do it, but you really think I'm going to fuck the boyfriend you so kindly offered without letting you in on it?" It was simple enough and was exactly the thing Niou had been thinking all along - though whether Bunta watched or joined was entirely up to him. The point was that he'd be participating in some form or another.
"Who's the dumbshit," Akaya replied from where he'd skittered up behind the older man and his boyfriend. "And still got that camera?" It was always good to know and whether said camera was actually used would be up to... well anyone but him.
"And just what am I suppose to do, if you two are... " Bunta waved his hands wildly behind Niou's back. He took a breath, blew a strand of hair out of his eyes, and then lifted his head to snake a look around for the camera he didn't know Niou had. "What camera?" Now wasn't that just a dandy thought to consider, and had him squirming restlessly against the shoulder he was draped over.
"Whatever you want." Akaya replied, already tugging at the buttons on his shirt as they made their way in. "You figure it out."
"Oh, that? Top shelf shelf in the closet, Charlotte decided it would be fun trying to use it as a football a few weeks ago. Other stuff's up there too, grab it." With little care he leaned forward and simply dropped Bunta onto his bed. "Want it, sugarplum?" His grin borderlined on cat-with-cream; there were plenty of things one could do with a bit of free time and a video camera.
"Right, right." A shirt was flung to the floor as Akaya moved to grab the items in question and after several quiet curses of things falling on his toes returned with the camera, a tripod and a box that would no doubt be familiar to each one of them.
Bunta blushed, dropping his gaze away from the shit-eating grin of his best friend. "The tape, maybe." He admitted with a hitch in his breath, turned on by having a tape of the three of them. He was already on the bed, still very much unsure of what he was expected to do besides watch, so decided on creeping his way back up toward the headboard to rest his back against it.
"I'll mail you a dvd." Niou snickered, taking the box from Akaya and pawing through for a well used tube of lubricant before simply dropping the whole thing on the floor. "Get to it, Liebechen." His words were nonchalant as his own clothes were tugged at.
Akaya was already well on his way, pants and boxers kicked on the floor and camera quickly set off somewhere to the side. Excited was one way to put it when he pounced across the bed and landed somewhere near Bunta's legs and looking up at Niou expectantly. "Hurry the hell up, Haru."
"Ain't you ever heard the term, 'patience is virtue'?" He was teasing for the most part but Niou surely was taking his sweet time stripping. But it was soon enough he'd joined his friends in bed, hovering over Akaya with narrowed eyes. Maybe it was his own past experiences and maybe it was growing up in a country where this sort of stuff was practically shoved down your throat from the day you were born but all in all the situation was really nothing to think of and was something he was perfectly comfortable with; even when his hand slid down a pale stomach to curl his fingers around Akaya's erection.
Bunta was hit with a revelation right then-he was such a throwback to his friends. In a country where sex was often openly displayed and advertised in various clubs and different places from the time they were old enough to know what it was, he was probably the only one who wasn't so free or experienced. And he had to wonder if he had a right to be there right then, because as often as he got up to naughty things with Niou first, and then later with Akaya, he had never thought about something like this. But then again, perhaps it was something in their genes, because his eyes couldn't seem to tear themselves away from the hand that wrapped around his boyfriend's length, and he couldn't seem to draw breath because the anticipation was killing him.
"Hand me that, pumpkin." Niou murmured as his head dipping to scrape his teeth over Akaya's collarbone. It was handy having another person around, particularly when one was quite busy 'entertaining' another. Another who was writhing under his hand, whose skin was taking on a faint pink flush as the seconds passed. However if that lube wasn't present right quick things could get difficult.
That? Bunta found his gaze skipping over the bed in search of the that in question, finally deducing it had to be the lube when he spied the tube. He scooped it up, cleared his throat, and then pushed it toward his best friend. "Here." He murmured softly, barely daring to breathe in the process. He had been right, Bunta thought almost despairingly when a bolt of heat shot straight from his stomach to his groin. Watching them together was hot, even if they had only just begun.
"Thanks." Much better. Niou sat back slightly and snatched up the tube, biting down on the top and pulling off the cap. With as much attention as he was paying to the bratty imp beneath him he was still keeping an eye on the other - and he definitely caught the way Bunta watching. Which more or less meant to Niou had he was going to have to put on a damn spectacular show. Not that he particularly minded, it was all in good fun.
Akaya grunted impatiently as legs spread and hips rocked, eyes narrowing and lips parting slightly to let out an audible breath when slicked fingers slid over his skin and pressed against him; slowly working their way in with a twist or flick of Niou's wrist. "Too slow, Haru." His body shifted, pushing against the other man's hand eagerly.
Bunta groaned. His face was flushing as if he were the one those fingers worked into, and damned if he wasn't twitching inside the trousers he wore. He wanted to reach down and rub his hand across the bulge he hoped his baggy shirt hid. Craved the feeling of friction that would give him more pleasure than he was already feeling thanks to the scene he watched and was helpless to turn away from.
"You're just impatient." Niou growled quietly against his current lover's skin, teeth sinking into soft flesh and biting down. Had to keep the guy from getting too cocky, of course, and once again prove that if he was to be doing this, he was in charge. It wasn't long before he had the younger man turn into a puddle of writhing, overly excited goo under his hand; a state he planned on keeping him in for at least another few minutes.
There were times when Haru could be a goddamn bastard. This was one of them, what with the way his friend seemed to be just letting him hang there and smacking his hand away any time he reached down in attempt to relieve some of the tension an almost aching erection was causing him. Goddamnit, he knew he was doing it just to put on a show but that didn't make it any less torturous to Akaya himself, a thought he voiced with a guttural growl and showed with the way nails scratched down Niou's arms.
But there was only so long even Niou could hold out against that sort of look and soon had Akaya on his knees; one had sliding lightly down the younger man's spine while the other worked to slick his own erection. His gaze flicked over to Bunta and a slightly wicked smirk curled on his lips; both amused and amazed by the restraint an otherwise obviously lustful and eager man was showing. He'd definitely have to give Bunta a cookie, later.
This, Bunta decided with an audible groan, was going to be the death of him. Or the complete destruction of his sanity, since his breath chose to hitch and heart began to hammer right at that moment. His gaze slid from his boyfriend to Niou, begging in silence for what even he didn't know.
"The hell you waiting for," Akaya grumbled, head tilting back to peer over his shoulder. Certainly the question could have been directed at either of the other two present and really, it was directed at both. Bunta with that look Akaya'd on many occasions and Haru pressed to his back, fingers trailing lightly down his stomach and pausing just before (what he hoped was) their goal.
It was only fair to reward someone who, while being a pushy bastard and whining constantly, was being an overall good sport (not that that was particularly unusual). With a nip to Akaya's shoulder Niou guided himself forward; hissing softly against reddening skin as he worked himself in further, hips rocking slowly and hands gripping his friend's thighs tightly. And sweet fuck it had been a while - upwards of eight months since the last time he'd had a chance at this particular young man if he was counting correctly. Not that it mattered, this was here and now and he not only had to think of pleasuring himself and Akaya, but to some extent Bunta as well.
If there was ever a time he wanted to hide his face and pretend he'd fallen into a hole, it had to be right then. He felt about as embarrassed and mortified as he felt the first time Akaya had walked in on him pleasuring himself years before. Bunta wasn't exactly sure why he felt so damn embarrassed considering his boyfriend and Niou didn't seem to have a problem, but then again they wouldn't since both were, in a way, working toward getting their rocks off.
And he most definitely wasn't.
He squirmed, as he grew more uncomfortable, unable to look away, although a voice in his brain told him he should. The more he watched the more erotic it seemed, and his body seemed to like what he was watching because damned if his cock wasn't so hard it ached. He also felt completely out of his depth, hurting in a way that usually indicated he was horny as hell, but the two who always took care of that problem for him was currently otherwise occupied. And that left him with one hell of a dilemma to solve, hopefully without doing something idiotic like begging Niou to fuck him too.
Hard thrusts soon fell into a steady rhythm and low moans, sweat-slicked skin slapping against skin and fingers clutching whatever they could tightly; be it flesh or soft fabric. Akaya's back hollowed, head resting on one arm as a hand slipped down to curl around his own length, only to have it slapped away with a low, warning growl of "Behave yourself." followed by a much larger hand taking the place of his own. Fucking shit, man! Even still Akaya's head tilted, lidded eyes focusing on his boyfriend as pleasured pants and moans bled from his lips. He really wasn't surprised how much of a turn on it was to be watched; his brain told him it wasn't the first time but he wasn't quite sure if he remembered it.
But that wasn't important, what was was the two here - the one watching and the one taking; the muffled moans and scent of raw sex hanging in the air. "H-harder." Akaya groaned. Child's play. Pure vanilla. And it was bullshit, Akaya knew full well the older man had it in him to set aside all the careful lovey dovey crap and fully dominate; rough, hard and damn near angry - just the way he liked it.
"Haru?" Bunta groaned without realizing his mouth was going to open until it was too late to retract the sound, almost questioning the friend nailing his boyfriend and lover. He licked his bottom lip, almost hypnotized by the vision of raw sensuality and trembled with rising desire when he edged closer to the two. He couldn't help but notice that Akaya was in a perfect position to give head, if Niou kept his pace easy and slow, because Bunta most certainly did not anticipate the pain of teeth accidentally scraping sensitive flesh. But neither was he happy with the current status quo, especially when he ached and burned thanks to the two bastards enjoying themselves so fully.
Cranky? Him? Yeah, maybe a little, but he had reason to be, damn it! He kept his gaze trained on the more dominant of the two, knowing that in this Niou led as he did every time that had had sex. Fuck, yes. He wanted to do more than watch, but he was going to have to hear a verbal okay from the man thrusting into his boyfriend over and over again, before he managed to leap past that wall he saw separating him from the two.
"Finally decided to join the party, dumpling?" Niou was honestly surprised it had taken the other man that long to say anything or even attempt to make a move. Of course he wasn't going to force Bunta to just sit there while he had his merry way with the guy's boyfriend (that was reserved for a future encounter). "Have at. Whatever you want." And obviously if need be, they could move even if the young man writhing beneath him was currently complaining about being ignored.
Bunta gave a nod of his head, face flaming even brighter at the words as much as the permission to do whatever he wanted. He tried to still the trembling of his hand when he slid free of the bed, shirt clearing his body before he hit the floor. It didn't take him long to shuck his pants and boxers with an audile moan of relief, erection springing free of both when he tugged them down his legs.
Then, he eyed the bed and his boyfriend, unable to still his hand as he had done that trembling when it reached for his length. Just one stroke, he told himself. One stroke that led to one more and then another, before he found his way back to that bed with breaths coming just a bit faster when he found himself kneeling in front of his boyfriend. The first time he tried for the order that would put his boyfriend's mouth on his cock was soft, too soft for even him to pick up, since his vocal chords seemed to choose to freeze. Bunta tried once more, clearing his throat, and then quickly breathing out the words he might have said in a different setting but with a tone of demand that usually didn't come out of the mouth of the most submissive amongst them.
"Suck me, Akaya!"
The demand was met shortly as his head lifted and body stretched, arms moved to brace himself as Akaya took the other into his mouth. A soft moan bled from his lips as his tongue slid along the length. Fuck it was difficult to concentrate on what he was supposed to be doing when Niou seemed so goddamn intent on torturing him with the thrust of his hips and the stroke of his hand.
Niou on the other hand was quite pleased with himself; they'd have the most prudish amongst them become just as shameless as the next person in no time. "Now you're gettin' the idea, pumpkin. Right, Liebechen?" Not that Akaya could exactly answer verbally at the moment but his body language said plenty. Leaning over Akaya's back teeth sunk into the younger man's shoulder, biting down with a force meant to mark and leave the slightest bit of hurt. Plenty of past experience told him that was what got the kid off, a little pain between friends and sometimes-fuckbuddies wasn't a big deal. Hurt, yes, injure, fuck no. He kept his pace relatively sedate, hips thrusting evenly as his hand slid along Akaya's cock, grip loose and teasing. They had plenty of time, it wasn't like they needed to get things over with quickly and Niou had every intention on making the experience last as long as possible.
Bunta's lips parted on a low moan. "God," he softly exclaimed when his lashes became too heavy to hold and they fell to half-mast, weighed by desire. The heat of that mouth was everything he imagined and then some, earning Akaya the soft kneading of lean fingers that soon buried themselves in his hair. From his vantage point he knelt face to face with Niou, having Akaya serving as the only thing that separated them. And he could see every expression that crossed his face, which was enough to set his fires burning even hotter. Especially since he could remember quite well, being a genius and all that, what it felt like to be the one on the receiving end and having that hardness thrust into him over and over.
"Haru, I want it, too."
Oh~? Things really could get interesting. "What, exactly, is it that you want, buttercup?" Came a slightly strained and breathy reply. Niou knew full well what Bunta wanted but that wasn't going to stop him from being a semi-prick and making him actually voice it.
Akaya grunted in slight irritation - goddamnit they weren't supposed to be conversing like this was a goddamn tea party. A bit more suction was applied and Akaya's head pulled back, tongue sliding over the head of Bunta's cock and teeth scraping oh-so-lightly over sensitive flesh (that had taken some damn skill, particularly when one's rear end was being pushed forward constantly).
"Akaya!" Bunta's fingers tightened in silky strands, trembling when teeth and tongue swirled around the head of his cock and sending him straight toward a point of being tongue tied. He drew a harsh breath between clenched teeth, tried to remember he shouldn't thrust forward as Akaya was being pushed into him with every surge of their lover's hips, but damn it was becoming especially hard to adhere to that thought.
"That...This..." he moaned softly, excitement causing his face to flush more so. "Fuck me. If you're gonna fuck him then fuck me, too."
"I dunno~" Niou started, raising back on his haunches a bit and slamming his hips against the younger man. "Don't think he'll be too happy if I just stop now." Not that he had any plans of it, he had a healthy enough libido to be ready for seconds in next to no time. "What say you, Liebechen?" He purred, the fingers of one hand digging into Akaya's hip.
"Mmpph hrph mph!" Whatever it was that Akaya had said (or attempted to say) was lost to the sounds of sex, cut off and muffled by the length his mouth currently held. And goddamn Haru for acting so goddamn casual in the middle of fucking him; he was getting close and the only way he could show it was through the desperate squirming and eager pushing back of his body, back arching and legs trembling.
Bunta shot Niou a telling look of stop fucking around magnitudes. He knew well enough that Niou had enough stamina to go more than once in one night, and the thought brought a pout to a full bottom lip. "You're teasing me, Haru." He pointed out on a hiss, pleasured moan stifled by the way he forced the words out of his mouth. He was just as confused by the casual way they acted as he was by the fact that his blood pressure was shooting sky high thanks to the hot mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking him until his stomach tensed and muscles coiled in anticipation of the ecstasy creeping up on him.
"You'll--" Niou grunted, a labored breath taken in as he jerked against the man beneath him. "Just have to wait." For as well versed in things sexual as he was, even he didn't have the power to take two men at once (though that could've been super awesome). However Akaya was beginning to get frantic, desperate for release and it was no surprise to Niou when he felt the sticky hot semen coating his fingers or heard the muffled moan of a man too far gone to even think of pulling back (which had to have been difficult).
Akaya trembled, muscles spasming almost uncontrollably as hands dug tightly into his friend's sheets; panting heavily and low moans rumbling in his chest. Fucking shit, it was getting hard to breathe and soon pulled away from Bunta, head dropping to rest on crumpled arms in some attempt at catching his breath without choking or biting his boyfriend (Bunta'd appreciate that in the long run, he thought, even if he didn't now). He relaxed slightly, legs spreading a bit more to brace himself for the very thorough lovin' he was still receiving. Once he'd caught some of his wind back Akaya shakily pushed himself up, head tilting back slightly to peer at his boyfriend's face. Sweet fuck.
Bunta complained over the loss of those sweet lips around his length with a low whimper of distress, but he wasn't so dumb as not to catch on when he saw the way his boyfriend stiffened and then trembled, clawing at those sheets. The sight arrested his attention, even as his hand lowered to curl lean fingers around a cock still slick with the warmth of Akaya's saliva, taking up where that mouth had left off and working toward the climax that still hovered too far on the horizon for his liking.
Minutes passed quickly and it wasn't long before Niou followed, head dropping and teeth tearing into Akaya's shoulder when he came. Breaths were heavy and he continued to rock against the other's body, milking himself damn near dry inside of him. That was two down and one to go, heh. Not that the puddle of figurative goo beneath him was going to be any help to that 'one' left at the moment, though he did seem interested in the scene taking place mere inches from his face.
And interested Akaya was - partially in wonder of where exactly Bunta was planning to go with that and partially in how goddamn hot his boyfriend looked like that.
Since there wasn't a need to remain on his knees any longer, Bunta chose to take the easy way out and slid to his ass, back coming to rest against Niou's headboard. He flushed beneath the attentive gaze of his boyfriend; eyes bright with the fever of his need remaining on those watching when lean legs drew upward to brace his feet against the mattress. "Fuck," he whimpered, hand steadily pumping his cock until his body trembled, muscles spasming when he finally reached the point of no return and he felt the warmth of his semen spurting over his hand, and yet he couldn't still the motions of his hand, instead he slowly stroked continuously riding out the wave of pleasure that left him winded and gasping for breath.
"Shit," Akaya panted, muscles still trembling though this time more under Niou's weight. "Ge'the hell offa me, Haru." He grumbled wearily. And for Niou there was only so long one could be comfortable like that and soon pulled back, one hand reaching down to pull himself out before letting himself fall back down onto his butt.
"Well me loves, better hurry up 'coz I figure we've got about another hour and a half." During that time of course they could do whatever they goddamned pleased and if Bunta really wanted his go they were going to have to do it soon.
"Shaddap, Haru." Came a grunt as Akaya rolled over onto his back, one leg raised to kick at the older man lightly. He was definately going to be sore later but damn it was worth it.
Bunta shot a small glare toward his boyfriend, foot snapping out to kick his thigh. "Wait until after my turn, before you go trying to kill him." He playfully grouched on his way from the headboard to a seated position.
"Who said anything about killing him," Akaya grumped back, one hand reaching back to pinch his boyfriend's leg. Really, who could even think about killing someone who'd just put them in such a thorough state of euphoria they could barely tell which way was up?
"Iunno, there's a reason they call it 'little death'." Niou grinned. What a day, really. Two frisky (and slightly bitchy) ukes, what more could a guy ask for? "If you need drinks or somethin' go get 'em, coz round two is about to begin, my friends." He added with a slightly devious smirk. Surely he himself could wait a few more minutes but hey, whatever. All was good and he was more than ready for another go.
"Ow!" Eyes dark with a promise of retribution swung toward Akaya, dire warning lurking in their depths. "That hurt, yanno?" Which, of course, meant payback would eventually come. Then, satisfied his message had gotten across, Bunta turned his full attention on the deviously smirking blonde in the bed with them. "Not thirsty. Not hungry...Well, not for food."
"Not as much as pushing you off the bed would hurt." Akaya retorted, arms stretching out above his head and stretching lazily, twisting slightly to pop his back.
"Dirty pervert. Is that all you can think of?" Nevermind the fact he himself had just mentioned it but teasing Bunta was a fun game in and of itself. But enough with the act, really. "Take what you want, sugar cookie." Niou may technically have been in control in this particular situation but that didn't mean he had or wanted to do all the work.
Bunta pouted on the way toward the friend teasing him. "If I am then it's your fault, Haru." He pointed out, stopping in his crawl across the bed to peek through a fan of silky lashes at the sexy German that had taken his virginity. Twice now he had heard that particular phrasing and wondered why the two who had said chose to make him work so hard for what he wanted? Yet, he was just brat enough to do exactly that by pouncing the smirking blonde to tumble him back on the bed so that a slender body hovered above and hungry eyes roamed almost languidly over the perfection of Niou's body taking in the treat Bunta was going to devour. "Anything I want?" he sought to clarify with something akin to devilish intent lurking in lust darkened eyes.
Of course it was his fault. Everything was his fault. "You heard me."
"That annoys me, yanno." He pointed out, but hell if he was going to let his two lovers throw him into a position of seeming so weak he couldn't grab onto what he wanted, especially when the smart mouth Niou was known for having was so close to his own and could easily be caught by a hungry pair of lips. Bunta nipped sharply at a plump bottom one, sucking on it hungrily while small hands lifted to roam over the muscled torso of his fellow German school mate.
"So grow some balls and buck it up." Akaya commented from off to the side. Of course he was still just lying back enjoying the view, with a rather amused look on his face. Bunta really was cute when he was miffy (sometimes. Other times it made Akaya want to smash his head against a wall.)
Hands slid down Bunta's sides to rest lightly at the small of his back, nails scratching lightly at soft skin. Niou grunted, head tilting slightly to catch the other man's lips in his own; body arching under curious hands. Call it training or something, he was of the opinion that his friend needed to know how to take control should the situation call for it (such as the situation that had lead to this particular one, but Niou certainly wasn't complaining). And, of course, he was more than willing to tutor his current lover in the ways of domination.
Bunta stiffened, proving true to his nature that he could be a brat from hell when his boyfriend's words struck a nerve. Damn, what a mood killer that was, especially when he was already feeling out of sorts from the conversation that suddenly skipped through his mind, reminding him how they had ended up where they were to begin with. He wrenched away from those lips he had been so fascinated with, offered Niou no less than a smile for his trouble, and then with a heated glare toward the dumb lawyer to be with a big mouth made his way to the side of the bed.
"Good going, dumbass." Niou grunted. Someone certainly needed a little training in the tact department. Particularly if it was costing he himself a good time.
Akaya sat himself up, one eyebrow raised curiously. "What?" Bunta wasn't saying anything, which generally translated to a Bad Thing, particularly when accompanied by the look Akaya was currently getting.
"M'going home." Bunta clarified just in case it wasn't obvious the very second his feet hit the floor. He found his boxers, pants and then his shirt in short order, even though he fairly vibrated with unspoken anger. He wasn't pointing out a damn thing to his boyfriend, and was of the mind that Akaya needed to stew in his ignorance for as long as he could, just to add that extra bit of suffering through not knowing what the hell had gone wrong.
"What the fuck?" Hold the damn phone! Just what, exactly was the problem here? Everything had been going just fine and then this. And this involved the miffed Bunta that wasn't so cute and Akaya didn't like it very much. A quick glance towards Niou told him he wasn't going to get any help from that end, the older man was already off the bed and making his way towards the bathroom. "Fucking wait, goddamnit."
With that he scrambled off the bed, catching Bunta's wrist and tugging his closer. "The hell's that all about?"
Bunta gave the hand on his wrist a withering glare, lips curling into a frown of disapproval. "Leggo, Akaya." He wasn't in the mood to be informative or giving in the information department, especially since with a careless turn of phrase his boyfriend managed to make him feel damn insignificant and unable to find a balance in what he had thought was their balance when it came to their relationship.
"No." Bunta was stubborn, but Akaya could be just as stubborn if not moreso. And that definitely meant that he wasn't letting go until he got some sort of decent answer to what the fuck was going on. "Not till you tell me what the fuck your problem is."
"The fuck does it matter?" Hurt feelings surfaced then, adding an icy bite to his words and the sharply snapped. "Remember those balls you said I should grow? I just grew 'em, now let me go, ya asshole!" fell hard from Bunta's lips.
Akaya frowned, brows furrowing and his grip getting a little tighter. "If I'm such a fucking asshole, then why the fuck did you agree to it?" Yeah, this would be one of those times when whatever it was was definitely his fault, but honestly he couldn't for the life of him figure out why the hell Bunta got so pissed off at the smallest comments that didn't even mean a goddamn thing. And aside from that, he was fairly certain he'd heard Haru yell something about not getting blood on the carpet but that could safely be ignored for now.
"Cos you didn't give me a goddamn chance to process the first request, ya dumbass."
"I waited ten minutes for a yes or no answer, fuckwit. Time which, if I might add, was spent in complete silence."
"What the fuck did you expect?" Bunta snapped as he turned on his lover fully. "Damn it, up until Haru I hadn't even slept with anyone. Then there was you, and I haven't exactly been the one leading there either." He was mad. Hurt and mad, and wasn't afraid to show it now that he was on a roll. "You can't blindside me with something like that and expect me to just hop straight on it when it fucking confused me and scared me as much as it turned me on to think about it."
Bunta gave his arm a forceful jerk, pulling with all his might. "To top that off, the least you could have done was keep your mouth shut, instead of saying shit that makes it seem like you think I don't have enough balls to tackle the challenge when you didn't give me a chance to figure any damn thing out much less how the hell I'd go about being the one doing the screwing instead of being the one getting screwed for the first time in my fucking life."
"You could've fucking said something, you know. Like 'uh let me think on it' or something instead of just fucking stare at me like I'd just sprouted eight goddamn heads." Akaya's hand dropped to his side uselessly. Goddamnit. Bunta knew full fucking well he wasn't any good at this whole trying to sort out problems thing, and he certainly wasn't making it any easier. "And for the fucking record, I wasn't fucking serious when I said that."
"And you coulda waited, instead of throwing out the 'I'll just get it from Haru, if I can't get it from you.' Threat." Bunta snapped in reply. Not that he really minded the results, but the cause was still irking him badly. He tried for reigning in his temper, but showed little success in doing so when he continued. "And maybe you didn't mean it, but it was fucking degrading in that it sounded like you find me damn inadequate. Now, if we're done, I'm going home, which shouldn't be a problem, right? Since we did both just get our rocks off, and besides Haru'll still be here, if you want more."
"Well I'm sorry, okay? I didn't fucking mean it." Well that was certainly something he seemed to be saying a lot but to some extent Akaya would've rather been yelled at about what he'd done wrong rather than be left in the dark with an angry boyfriend. At least it was some form of communication, or something.
Akaya turned, snatching his own clothes up from their pile on the floor and promptly tugging them on. "Haru's busy, anyway, in case you didn't notice."
"Not like you can't get an invite to join in on whatever he's doing." Bunta remarked as he tugged his own clothes on, showing a bite of jealousy in the words, even though he wasn't really jealous over his boyfriend and their best friend doing things together. Especially when he was included, but nobody ever said he had to be reasonable when he was angry, and damn it, if Akaya wanted him to be more aggressive than this was a good place to start.
Fully clothed, he turned to march for the bedroom door with an extra flounce to his steps from the anger roiling around inside him. He was a genius, and found it incredibly annoying when others couldn't see his worth in any area, but most especially within a bedroom, since his boyfriend should have picked up on the idea that he was almost always willing to do anything when it was suggested. Just because he had hit a momentary wall of shock while he processed the idea didn't mean that Bunta wasn't willing to try, if for no other reason than Akaya wanted it.
"The point being, I don't want to, idiot." Akaya growled. "But fine. Go home. I don't fucking care." For the situation, of course. It was annoying but for all the turns of phrase he could pump out in a mock courtroom he just couldn't ever figure out a damn way to work this sort of thing out easily.
"I'll be back later, Haru." He called as he passed the door on his way to leave. It was probably best to just go somewhere and blow off some damn steam rather than keep going with this and let things get uglier than they already were.
"Yeah, I noticed." Bunta replied a bit snidely when he stormed out of the bedroom and headed straight for the main door of the house. He was tired of the argument already, but wasn't going to back down when he had a point, and a valid one at that. Although, he wasn't exactly sure what the whole damn point was beyond Akaya's idiocy when it came to some of the things he said.
Doors slammed and two young men stormed off in different directions, leaving a very confused Masaharu Niou when he finally left the bathroom. He'd heard the whole thing but that was something they needed to figure out for themselves, for now he could be content in the 'I got laid' factor and-- "Fucking idiots." Hadn't even bothered to turn off the damn camera before that little argument. Oh well, at the very least he had something to blackmail them with somehow should the need arise.