{you're a hot mess, i'm lovin' it, hell yes}
A/N: For Lara, who encourages my anarchy.
A silver chain circles Yuuro’s neck, and with every thrust the cross that dangles from it bounces against his chest, glinting in the dim light of the dying fixture above them. His hands are clamped around either side of Reika’s hips, leaving bruises over bruises, nails not quite breaking skin- but getting there. He thinks of making the little crescents of red permanent, and the only logical way he could go about it would be to do this again-
“Harder-”
Reika, the prince, is on his knees on the rumpled sheets. His back is a naked, cleanly curving arc; one trembling hand is levered on the bed as support, fisted around a handful of sheets, and the other is wrapped around Mamoru’s cock, stroking furiously, every other pull bringing a rush of precum from the slit. Suddenly, Yuuro snaps his hips forward and a sharp cry escapes his lips, petering out into a moan of incoherently strung syllables- his legs are spread wider, and Reika has the distinct thought that the boy behind him quite literally wanted to fuck him into the mattress.
“Reika-” Mamoru tenses suddenly, the heel of his palm digging into the pillow beside him. Eyes glinting, Reika stops the movement of his hand, pressing his thumb against the base and drawing a protesting, frustrated groan from the other boy.
“Not yet,” Reika murmurs, nuzzling his cheek against the length of Mamoru’s cock. The tip of his tongue peeks out, tracing the throbbing vein there, prompting Mamoru to grab at his hair and tug, articulating his obvious need with a growl. Reika laughs, but Yuuro rolls his hips again and presses down on the small of Reika’s back, deliberately hitting at the precise angle that had undone the two-tone haired boy earlier. It does its job again, and Reika cums as he presses quick, senseless kisses to Mamoru’s cock.
Leaning over him as he moved his hips in a drawing pace, Yuuro nips at the shell of Reika’s ear and mutters, “Don’t be selfish now, love.” He punctuates his sentence with a sudden thrust, and Reika’s eyes go half lidded, and his reply is a breathy string of “Yes, yes, yes”.
Mamoru’s mouth falls open when Reika’s lips close around the head of his cock. He couldn’t possibly take any more teasing, and Reika had been doing exactly -and only that- ever since he’d pulled his pants off. He rakes his nails over Reika’s scalp just as the boy’s tongue laves at his slit, and Reika’s moan is a promising vibration that leaves the older boy that much more breathless.
“All of him in your mouth, sweetheart,” Yuuro instructs, running his hands down Reika’s thighs, keeping his thrusts slow and shallow, so as not to distract Reika, who does as he’s told and lets go of his hold around Mamoru’s cock in favor of shifting forward to let it slide down his throat.
Mamoru moves to kneel up, gasping for breath, both hands now clutching at Reika’s hair as if they were handlebars. He massages his scalp as he thrusts forward, once, twice, and Reika slurps around the base of his cock with a wet noise that sends a stab of arousal through both boys.
Yuuro rakes his nails up Reika’s thighs, drawing long red lines over the pale skin, and resumes his vice-grip on Reika’s waist, starting up a maddeningly brutal rhythm. Opposite him, Mamoru chants Reika’s name under his breath as he feeds him his cock with every easy movement of his hips- through the haze, he hazards a glance down at Reika’s face.
The boy catches his eyes, and he smirks as he pulls away from Mamoru’s cock to flick his tongue coyly against the slit. Mamoru doesn’t have time to be upset, however, because the next thing he knows he’s cumming all over Reika’s face, and, almost inappropriately, he wishes for a moment to sketch the look of lust-filled smugness that Reika wears as he licks his lips of Mamoru’s cum.
Yuuro watches with rapt attention, and when Mamoru leans back against the pillows and concedes his hold on Reika’s hair, he replaces his hands with his own, pulling hard so that Reika was flush against his chest. He tugs his head at an angle and presses their lips together in a heated kiss, his free hand coming around to jerk Reika’s cock almost too harshly. Yuuro doesn’t stop the movement of his hips, and judging by the moans muffled by his lips, Reika wouldn’t have wanted him to.
Lying across them, Mamoru feels himself stirring again, and vows to swap places with Yuuro as soon as they finished.