Feelings Chap. 2/?? Reita/Ruki
Title: Feelings
Genre: Humor, Romance
Chapter: 2/??
Author: Tornup_memories
Pairing: Reita/Ruki (This chapter only: Reita/Ruki/Uruha)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own them. But I have the feeling they own me in some way. :D (Totally joking about that last part)
Summary: Ruki was the lonely kid at school, and had a problem expressing his feelings. But now that he's found Akira, his feelings are much easier to express. Except, Ruki takes it to a whole new level when you talks about it.
Notes: I got the idea to do a series where Ruki talks about feelings. Of course, being the Reituki tard I am, it was going to revolve around that pairing. Author notes at the bottom. Comments are love of course~
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You ever get that feeling of jealousy in the pit of your stomach? Or that crushing feeling that engulfs your heart when you see something you don't like?
I never had until I met Akira. We bonded. In my mind, he was mine, and mine only. I didn't mind him having friends. But, when they would do something with him, or to him, that I didn't like, I feel surges of anger, hate and jealousy. It's not normal, I'm smart enough to know that, but it happens anyway. One half of me hates it, while the other half could literally not give a damn. Eventually his friends started to learn.
That is, until Akira gained a new friend.
Kouyou. He wasn't normal. I could tell just by looking at him. His figure was more feminine than masculine. His lips, anytime he pouted, made him look like a duck. The way he spoke, acted, everything. It was not normal in the least. Especially when he was around Akira. Anytime Akira hung with this 'friend,' I almost become the third wheel of the group, getting not only ignored, but sometimes used. Or so it felt. Akira would ignore me the entire time. Only if I came into his line of sight, or spoke up to him, would he take notice I was still around. Eventually, it worked to my last nerve. I set my foot down, and let Akira know how I felt. I settled upon the fact, if Akira and I were hanging out, his friend was not allowed to come with us. Thankfully, Akira agreed with me, and it stayed that way.
At least it did until recently.
He started hanging out with his friend more and more, leaving me walking home from school by myself. I started to get the feeling of loneliness setting just like it had when Akira had left to go on vacation before we ever started dating. But on top of that, I also felt a deep feeling of jealousy. Was this friend of Akira trying to take him away from me? I was bent on finding out.
I arranged a time for Kouyou and I to get together and talk about this entire issue. He arrived at my place early and apologized to my parents for arriving as early as he did. Not like they truly cared. They showed him to my room where he promptly sat down on my bed, his eyes drifting to me as I sat in my desk chair near the window of my room. I didn't speak right off, creating an awkward silence, provoking Kouyou to glance at the floor and play with his own hands. I pushed myself away from the window, the wheels of the chair guiding me right in front of him. He seemed shocked at first, but I saw a faint smile cross his face. It disappeared once he noticed I didn't return the expression.
Finally I opened my mouth to speak, asking him the one question I wanted answered. "Why do you want to drive Akira and I apart?" All I got was silence back, which annoyed me slightly but I just continued with another question. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Again, silence. I knew I was quite the silent type, but this was just plain ridiculous. A huff escaped my lips as I tried one last time to get some answers out of him before I resorted to other measures. "You think it would be that easy to get rid of me?" Finally I got a response as Kouyou merely shook his head. That action soon got words to follow it.
'I wasn't trying to drive you and Akira apart. I don't like him as much as you think. I'm fully aware you're a couple, and I'd hate to break that relationship. Truthfully, it's not him I like. It's you.'
It took me a full minute to realize what Kouyou had said and actually understand it. Was I hearing everything correctly? Kouyou liked me? I asked him to repeat the last part, and when he repeated what I thought I heard, I was clearly convinced I had heard it correctly the first time. I spun around in my chair, putting my back to him. I honestly couldn't believe it. And here I thought Kouyou was trying to get Akira.
Silence filled the room once more as I pondered over what to say. That's when a devilish thought crossed my mind. I was never one for being very intimate, especially when it came to talking about it. But this thought of mine... It truly was devilish, and oh so very intimate sounding. I turned back around to face him, noticing he went back to playing with his hands again. I reached out and lifted his chin up so he wasn't looking at his hands any longer. "I think we can arrange something..." Confusion spread across his face at my words, clearly not grasping it. A smirk danced it's way onto my face as I released his chin, rose from my seat and slipped out of the room. Pulling a cell phone from my pocket, a made a brief call, and knew all I had to do was wait for Kouyou to return home.
I got Akira to take Kouyou out for a bit while I prepared everything. His parents weren't home, making the job seem a bit harder... Until I found a key left in-between the screen door and main door. I couldn't help but laugh to myself about it, easily using the key to get inside and placing it back when I was finished. Through the house I snuck until I found what appeared to be Kouyou's room. Grinning, I slipped into the closet, and awaited the next phase of my little 'plan.'
However, it felt like Akira had taken Kouyou around the world and back with how long it took for them to arrive. I grumbled lightly, making sure no one could hear me, just in case. I heard them speak to each other, as well as the bedroom door opening up. That's when I heard the codeword come from Akira's mouth as he didn't join Kouyou in entering the room. Everything was going perfect, at least so far. Muffed noises came from the door until I opened it enough to peer out. Kouyou had his back to the door, completely oblivious to the fact I was there. Opening the door enough for me to step out, I made my way to Kouyou, a piece of cloth gripped in one hand. He didn't have time to turn around as I pushed him forward onto the bed, sitting on his back and tying his hands together. He tried to scream out, but since I kept his face planted into the bed, it was nearly impossible for anyone around to hear him. Kouyou squirmed under me, but there wasn't much I could do about that. Height wise, he was way taller than me, and that meant, I couldn't quite keep him still like I wanted to, and I didn't have Akira planned on coming in until after. I muttered a curse under my breath about missing this piece of information, but I figured it didn't really matter at this point.
I grabbed Kouyou's hair, pulling his face up from the bed. I finally let him turn around to see who his assaulter was. Once Kouyou saw who it was, his face started to change color as a distinct blush painted itself on his face. I couldn't help but laugh slightly, kinda enjoying the look on Kouyou's face. I slipped off of him, pushing him slightly to flip him over. I resumed by spot, only this time instead of sitting on his back, I now straddled his hips. Unfortunately, I found a flaw with my plan at this point. There was no way for me to remove Kouyou's shirt without it getting stuck on his arms, due to them being tied up. I huffed slightly, giving up on that part, but not the whole thing entirely.
Instead of worrying over Kouyou's shirt, I decided to just move on with a further step of my plan. In mere seconds I had stripped Kouyou of all his clothes, minus his shirt. Following that, it took all but a few minutes for me to get Kouyou moaning in pleasure as I began my major part of the plan. After being with Akira, I had learned a few things from him that I never knew before, and it somehow made me all the more talented at things such as this. I knew how to move my tongue the right way, enough to make one moan and whimper in pure delight. And hearing these sounds coming from Kouyou... well, it was something different, I'll say that. Considering, I only thought I'd hear those sounds coming out of Akira's mouth. A whimper was made when I left his aching member alone for the moment, bringing my hands up and underneath his shirt. My lips soon found his, and all the while we heated up that kiss, Kouyou continuously squirmed beneath me until I took control and kept him still by holding him down. I found it difficult with his shirt in the way, but I managed it.
Once Kouyou seemed to calm, I let one hand slowly trail it way back down, lightly tracing it's way across his cock that was obviously aching for some attention. Kouyou's breath hitched in his throat, I could tell, which placed a smirk across my face. It wasn't long before I heard shuffling nearby. Clearly Kouyou heard it too when his attention turned to the side, his eyes widening upon seeing Akira standing there next to the bed. He obviously forgot the other was still around, seeing as Akira was the one to bring him back here in the first place. We exchanged glances briefly, clearing understanding each other in the brief contact our eyes made.
My attention turned back to Kouyou as I captured his lips once again. My hand continued to play around with his member as Akira moved to the side of the bed I occupied. His arm wrapped around me, pulling me close and also away from Kouyou. Truly, this wasn't part of the plan, but I wasn't about to argue or complain about it... not right now at least. I'd get him back later. Akira was clever had gaining my attention, as I lost all focus on Kouyou as Akira began what seemed to be his own plan. Seemed his objective was to get me completely stripped down which he was successful at when he had me naked in front of him a less time it took me to get Kouyou out of his clothing. Of course, while he stripped me, I managed to strip him too, so it wasn't a complete waste of time in my book.
While all this went one, Kouyou had somehow managed to get himself free of his wrist bindings, because the nest minute saw him, his hands were free and his shirt was no longer stuck on him like before. I just glared at him, making him shrink back onto the bed, where he sat there for only a moment before rising to his feet again, not giving in to my glare very long. But instead of coming to me, I watched him go over to his desk, rip open a drawer and pull out a tube. I knew exactly what it was without asking. It flew across the room as Kouyou tossed it over to Akira, who promptly pushed me forward so I was bent over, leaning against the bed. I was already sure what was coming, but the only thing my mind could think of at the time was the plan I had. It was completely ruined now, all due to Akira not abiding by what I said. The plan in my head, all the disappoint I felt about having it ruined, it all was washed away when I felt a lubricated finger slip inside of me. My hands clenched, grabbing onto the blanket that adorned Kouyou's bed. This felt so wrong, at so wonderful at the same time. I managed to glance up, only seeing Kouyou not too far off, obviously pleased with what he was seeing. I tell by the look on his face.
I beckoned him over just as Akira inserted a second finger into me, causing a moan to escape my throat. My notion to Kouyou didn't go unnoticed as he came right over, climbing onto the bed, and just watching me to see what I had planned. I didn't do or say anything at first, letting Akira carry out what he was currently doing. I felt that third finger enter, feeling the scissoring motion they created, knowing all too well what Akira was after. What spot he was looking for. It was then I beckoned Kouyou a bit closer, getting him close enough to where I could crash our lips together at the same time Akira found that sweet spot that sat inside of me. Kouyou was greeted was a slight scream when Akira hit it with his fingers. I couldn't hold it back, and it seemed like it might have frightened him a bit. The reaction didn't last long as it turned to one of lust. I could see it in Kouyou's eyes; it lurked there, waiting, watching, wanting something to happen. I turned Kouyou's head slightly, whispering into his ear. He barely gave a nod as he fixed his position a bit. I managed to move so he was able to sit on the edge of the bed. It was going to be a long shot, but I could do this easily. I knew it. My attention went to Akira for a moment, again exchanging information with him with only my eyes.
I turned to look back at Kouyou, feeling Akira's hands on my hips, giving me the signal to get ready. He positioned himself at my entrance, while I just stared at Kouyou, reading his eyes again. They were still so full of lust, I thought I would get trapped in them and become lust-filled as well... even if I already was by that point. I placed one of my arms next to Kouyou, supporting myself on the bed so I wouldn't lose my footing halfway through. Closing my eyes, I leaned down, taking Kouyou into my mouth just as Akira entered inside of me. A groan crawled up my throat, causing the same noise to come from Kouyou as well. A nice chain reaction of sorts. A hand grabbed at my hair, and I knew it had to be Kouyou. Unless Reita had some third hand I didn't know about. And if that was the case, I didn't want to know where it came from.
This position was kept for some time. Akira had picked up a rhythm that I matched closely, more or less. It was kinda hard to give Kouyou pleasure at the same time I was receiving it. Guess I wasn't cut out for this at the time. The room was filled with pleasure sounds, ranging from moans, to groans, to even the occasional growl from Akira. I still, to this day, don't know why he does it. My head was starting to ache from my hair being pulled by Kouyou, and I certainly felt a familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach. Akira somehow picked up on this, reaching around with one hand and grabbing my member, stroking it in rhythm to his own thrusts, which was slowly throwing me over the edge. Before I could eve reach my high, it seemed Kouyou reached it first. Sadly, in the position I was in, if I stuck around, I probably would have choked, and thus, I moved slightly, letting Kouyou come not only on himself, but also parts of me. I kept my balance as I felt the same rush, my eyes closing tightly, hands clenching as I gave in and came into Akira's hand. With the clenching of my own muscles, it must have gave Akira the sensation he needed as he followed suit and came as well.
Kouyou laid out on the bed, apparently trying to catch his breath. My legs felt like jelly. I would have fallen to the floor if Akira wasn't still holding onto me from behind. I hear could his breathing in my ear as he held me close, obviously not only trying to make sure I didn't fall to the ground, but also trying to use me to brace him as well. I didn't mind it, as long as we didn't crash down to the floor together. I attempted to straighten myself out, except Akira was making it extremely hard, due to the fact he wouldn't move. With a little persuasion, he eventually moved, allowing me to stand up straight... or as straight as I could go at that time. My gaze fell upon Kouyou, who was still lying on the bed, obviously finding his breath easier to catch. Slowly, I climbed onto the bed, going right up to him. Once I finally found my voice again, I spoke up to him. "Next time, make your thoughts a little more public. It helps you get things like this." He looked over at me, a smile on his face. I gave a smile of my own before I got hit in the face by my own clothes. I glared at Akira, who had obviously thrown them at me. I was always so surprised by how quick he was... already managing to find a towel and clean himself off. And get dressed on top of that.
I repeated what Akira had done, attempting to fix my hair but failing miserably in the end. The towel was tossed into Kouyou's laundry, right on top so he knew to clean it. Before Akira and I left, I glanced back over at Kouyou, taking notice that he was watching us. I spoke up again, this time with something more to say, even if it was heart braking. "You probably won't get something like this again. But, I have a friend that would love to meet you. Next time we meet, I'll introduce the both of you. Trust me, you'll have lots of fun with him." I gave a simple wave before following after Akira out of the house and back to my own place.
Jealousy is not something I had experienced before. But now that I have, I know how to cope with it. And I can see where jealousy can lead you once things are worked out. Or semi-worked out anyway. So, have you ever been jealous of someone? Or even, maybe, something?
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Author Notes:
- This entry is longer, due to Ruki talking more about it. Plus, a three-some requires more words in my opinion.
- You're free to answer Ruki's questions. :D He asks them on purpose you know~
Genre: Humor, Romance
Chapter: 2/??
Author: Tornup_memories
Pairing: Reita/Ruki (This chapter only: Reita/Ruki/Uruha)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own them. But I have the feeling they own me in some way. :D (Totally joking about that last part)
Summary: Ruki was the lonely kid at school, and had a problem expressing his feelings. But now that he's found Akira, his feelings are much easier to express. Except, Ruki takes it to a whole new level when you talks about it.
Notes: I got the idea to do a series where Ruki talks about feelings. Of course, being the Reituki tard I am, it was going to revolve around that pairing. Author notes at the bottom. Comments are love of course~
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You ever get that feeling of jealousy in the pit of your stomach? Or that crushing feeling that engulfs your heart when you see something you don't like?
I never had until I met Akira. We bonded. In my mind, he was mine, and mine only. I didn't mind him having friends. But, when they would do something with him, or to him, that I didn't like, I feel surges of anger, hate and jealousy. It's not normal, I'm smart enough to know that, but it happens anyway. One half of me hates it, while the other half could literally not give a damn. Eventually his friends started to learn.
That is, until Akira gained a new friend.
Kouyou. He wasn't normal. I could tell just by looking at him. His figure was more feminine than masculine. His lips, anytime he pouted, made him look like a duck. The way he spoke, acted, everything. It was not normal in the least. Especially when he was around Akira. Anytime Akira hung with this 'friend,' I almost become the third wheel of the group, getting not only ignored, but sometimes used. Or so it felt. Akira would ignore me the entire time. Only if I came into his line of sight, or spoke up to him, would he take notice I was still around. Eventually, it worked to my last nerve. I set my foot down, and let Akira know how I felt. I settled upon the fact, if Akira and I were hanging out, his friend was not allowed to come with us. Thankfully, Akira agreed with me, and it stayed that way.
At least it did until recently.
He started hanging out with his friend more and more, leaving me walking home from school by myself. I started to get the feeling of loneliness setting just like it had when Akira had left to go on vacation before we ever started dating. But on top of that, I also felt a deep feeling of jealousy. Was this friend of Akira trying to take him away from me? I was bent on finding out.
I arranged a time for Kouyou and I to get together and talk about this entire issue. He arrived at my place early and apologized to my parents for arriving as early as he did. Not like they truly cared. They showed him to my room where he promptly sat down on my bed, his eyes drifting to me as I sat in my desk chair near the window of my room. I didn't speak right off, creating an awkward silence, provoking Kouyou to glance at the floor and play with his own hands. I pushed myself away from the window, the wheels of the chair guiding me right in front of him. He seemed shocked at first, but I saw a faint smile cross his face. It disappeared once he noticed I didn't return the expression.
Finally I opened my mouth to speak, asking him the one question I wanted answered. "Why do you want to drive Akira and I apart?" All I got was silence back, which annoyed me slightly but I just continued with another question. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Again, silence. I knew I was quite the silent type, but this was just plain ridiculous. A huff escaped my lips as I tried one last time to get some answers out of him before I resorted to other measures. "You think it would be that easy to get rid of me?" Finally I got a response as Kouyou merely shook his head. That action soon got words to follow it.
'I wasn't trying to drive you and Akira apart. I don't like him as much as you think. I'm fully aware you're a couple, and I'd hate to break that relationship. Truthfully, it's not him I like. It's you.'
It took me a full minute to realize what Kouyou had said and actually understand it. Was I hearing everything correctly? Kouyou liked me? I asked him to repeat the last part, and when he repeated what I thought I heard, I was clearly convinced I had heard it correctly the first time. I spun around in my chair, putting my back to him. I honestly couldn't believe it. And here I thought Kouyou was trying to get Akira.
Silence filled the room once more as I pondered over what to say. That's when a devilish thought crossed my mind. I was never one for being very intimate, especially when it came to talking about it. But this thought of mine... It truly was devilish, and oh so very intimate sounding. I turned back around to face him, noticing he went back to playing with his hands again. I reached out and lifted his chin up so he wasn't looking at his hands any longer. "I think we can arrange something..." Confusion spread across his face at my words, clearly not grasping it. A smirk danced it's way onto my face as I released his chin, rose from my seat and slipped out of the room. Pulling a cell phone from my pocket, a made a brief call, and knew all I had to do was wait for Kouyou to return home.
I got Akira to take Kouyou out for a bit while I prepared everything. His parents weren't home, making the job seem a bit harder... Until I found a key left in-between the screen door and main door. I couldn't help but laugh to myself about it, easily using the key to get inside and placing it back when I was finished. Through the house I snuck until I found what appeared to be Kouyou's room. Grinning, I slipped into the closet, and awaited the next phase of my little 'plan.'
However, it felt like Akira had taken Kouyou around the world and back with how long it took for them to arrive. I grumbled lightly, making sure no one could hear me, just in case. I heard them speak to each other, as well as the bedroom door opening up. That's when I heard the codeword come from Akira's mouth as he didn't join Kouyou in entering the room. Everything was going perfect, at least so far. Muffed noises came from the door until I opened it enough to peer out. Kouyou had his back to the door, completely oblivious to the fact I was there. Opening the door enough for me to step out, I made my way to Kouyou, a piece of cloth gripped in one hand. He didn't have time to turn around as I pushed him forward onto the bed, sitting on his back and tying his hands together. He tried to scream out, but since I kept his face planted into the bed, it was nearly impossible for anyone around to hear him. Kouyou squirmed under me, but there wasn't much I could do about that. Height wise, he was way taller than me, and that meant, I couldn't quite keep him still like I wanted to, and I didn't have Akira planned on coming in until after. I muttered a curse under my breath about missing this piece of information, but I figured it didn't really matter at this point.
I grabbed Kouyou's hair, pulling his face up from the bed. I finally let him turn around to see who his assaulter was. Once Kouyou saw who it was, his face started to change color as a distinct blush painted itself on his face. I couldn't help but laugh slightly, kinda enjoying the look on Kouyou's face. I slipped off of him, pushing him slightly to flip him over. I resumed by spot, only this time instead of sitting on his back, I now straddled his hips. Unfortunately, I found a flaw with my plan at this point. There was no way for me to remove Kouyou's shirt without it getting stuck on his arms, due to them being tied up. I huffed slightly, giving up on that part, but not the whole thing entirely.
Instead of worrying over Kouyou's shirt, I decided to just move on with a further step of my plan. In mere seconds I had stripped Kouyou of all his clothes, minus his shirt. Following that, it took all but a few minutes for me to get Kouyou moaning in pleasure as I began my major part of the plan. After being with Akira, I had learned a few things from him that I never knew before, and it somehow made me all the more talented at things such as this. I knew how to move my tongue the right way, enough to make one moan and whimper in pure delight. And hearing these sounds coming from Kouyou... well, it was something different, I'll say that. Considering, I only thought I'd hear those sounds coming out of Akira's mouth. A whimper was made when I left his aching member alone for the moment, bringing my hands up and underneath his shirt. My lips soon found his, and all the while we heated up that kiss, Kouyou continuously squirmed beneath me until I took control and kept him still by holding him down. I found it difficult with his shirt in the way, but I managed it.
Once Kouyou seemed to calm, I let one hand slowly trail it way back down, lightly tracing it's way across his cock that was obviously aching for some attention. Kouyou's breath hitched in his throat, I could tell, which placed a smirk across my face. It wasn't long before I heard shuffling nearby. Clearly Kouyou heard it too when his attention turned to the side, his eyes widening upon seeing Akira standing there next to the bed. He obviously forgot the other was still around, seeing as Akira was the one to bring him back here in the first place. We exchanged glances briefly, clearing understanding each other in the brief contact our eyes made.
My attention turned back to Kouyou as I captured his lips once again. My hand continued to play around with his member as Akira moved to the side of the bed I occupied. His arm wrapped around me, pulling me close and also away from Kouyou. Truly, this wasn't part of the plan, but I wasn't about to argue or complain about it... not right now at least. I'd get him back later. Akira was clever had gaining my attention, as I lost all focus on Kouyou as Akira began what seemed to be his own plan. Seemed his objective was to get me completely stripped down which he was successful at when he had me naked in front of him a less time it took me to get Kouyou out of his clothing. Of course, while he stripped me, I managed to strip him too, so it wasn't a complete waste of time in my book.
While all this went one, Kouyou had somehow managed to get himself free of his wrist bindings, because the nest minute saw him, his hands were free and his shirt was no longer stuck on him like before. I just glared at him, making him shrink back onto the bed, where he sat there for only a moment before rising to his feet again, not giving in to my glare very long. But instead of coming to me, I watched him go over to his desk, rip open a drawer and pull out a tube. I knew exactly what it was without asking. It flew across the room as Kouyou tossed it over to Akira, who promptly pushed me forward so I was bent over, leaning against the bed. I was already sure what was coming, but the only thing my mind could think of at the time was the plan I had. It was completely ruined now, all due to Akira not abiding by what I said. The plan in my head, all the disappoint I felt about having it ruined, it all was washed away when I felt a lubricated finger slip inside of me. My hands clenched, grabbing onto the blanket that adorned Kouyou's bed. This felt so wrong, at so wonderful at the same time. I managed to glance up, only seeing Kouyou not too far off, obviously pleased with what he was seeing. I tell by the look on his face.
I beckoned him over just as Akira inserted a second finger into me, causing a moan to escape my throat. My notion to Kouyou didn't go unnoticed as he came right over, climbing onto the bed, and just watching me to see what I had planned. I didn't do or say anything at first, letting Akira carry out what he was currently doing. I felt that third finger enter, feeling the scissoring motion they created, knowing all too well what Akira was after. What spot he was looking for. It was then I beckoned Kouyou a bit closer, getting him close enough to where I could crash our lips together at the same time Akira found that sweet spot that sat inside of me. Kouyou was greeted was a slight scream when Akira hit it with his fingers. I couldn't hold it back, and it seemed like it might have frightened him a bit. The reaction didn't last long as it turned to one of lust. I could see it in Kouyou's eyes; it lurked there, waiting, watching, wanting something to happen. I turned Kouyou's head slightly, whispering into his ear. He barely gave a nod as he fixed his position a bit. I managed to move so he was able to sit on the edge of the bed. It was going to be a long shot, but I could do this easily. I knew it. My attention went to Akira for a moment, again exchanging information with him with only my eyes.
I turned to look back at Kouyou, feeling Akira's hands on my hips, giving me the signal to get ready. He positioned himself at my entrance, while I just stared at Kouyou, reading his eyes again. They were still so full of lust, I thought I would get trapped in them and become lust-filled as well... even if I already was by that point. I placed one of my arms next to Kouyou, supporting myself on the bed so I wouldn't lose my footing halfway through. Closing my eyes, I leaned down, taking Kouyou into my mouth just as Akira entered inside of me. A groan crawled up my throat, causing the same noise to come from Kouyou as well. A nice chain reaction of sorts. A hand grabbed at my hair, and I knew it had to be Kouyou. Unless Reita had some third hand I didn't know about. And if that was the case, I didn't want to know where it came from.
This position was kept for some time. Akira had picked up a rhythm that I matched closely, more or less. It was kinda hard to give Kouyou pleasure at the same time I was receiving it. Guess I wasn't cut out for this at the time. The room was filled with pleasure sounds, ranging from moans, to groans, to even the occasional growl from Akira. I still, to this day, don't know why he does it. My head was starting to ache from my hair being pulled by Kouyou, and I certainly felt a familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach. Akira somehow picked up on this, reaching around with one hand and grabbing my member, stroking it in rhythm to his own thrusts, which was slowly throwing me over the edge. Before I could eve reach my high, it seemed Kouyou reached it first. Sadly, in the position I was in, if I stuck around, I probably would have choked, and thus, I moved slightly, letting Kouyou come not only on himself, but also parts of me. I kept my balance as I felt the same rush, my eyes closing tightly, hands clenching as I gave in and came into Akira's hand. With the clenching of my own muscles, it must have gave Akira the sensation he needed as he followed suit and came as well.
Kouyou laid out on the bed, apparently trying to catch his breath. My legs felt like jelly. I would have fallen to the floor if Akira wasn't still holding onto me from behind. I hear could his breathing in my ear as he held me close, obviously not only trying to make sure I didn't fall to the ground, but also trying to use me to brace him as well. I didn't mind it, as long as we didn't crash down to the floor together. I attempted to straighten myself out, except Akira was making it extremely hard, due to the fact he wouldn't move. With a little persuasion, he eventually moved, allowing me to stand up straight... or as straight as I could go at that time. My gaze fell upon Kouyou, who was still lying on the bed, obviously finding his breath easier to catch. Slowly, I climbed onto the bed, going right up to him. Once I finally found my voice again, I spoke up to him. "Next time, make your thoughts a little more public. It helps you get things like this." He looked over at me, a smile on his face. I gave a smile of my own before I got hit in the face by my own clothes. I glared at Akira, who had obviously thrown them at me. I was always so surprised by how quick he was... already managing to find a towel and clean himself off. And get dressed on top of that.
I repeated what Akira had done, attempting to fix my hair but failing miserably in the end. The towel was tossed into Kouyou's laundry, right on top so he knew to clean it. Before Akira and I left, I glanced back over at Kouyou, taking notice that he was watching us. I spoke up again, this time with something more to say, even if it was heart braking. "You probably won't get something like this again. But, I have a friend that would love to meet you. Next time we meet, I'll introduce the both of you. Trust me, you'll have lots of fun with him." I gave a simple wave before following after Akira out of the house and back to my own place.
Jealousy is not something I had experienced before. But now that I have, I know how to cope with it. And I can see where jealousy can lead you once things are worked out. Or semi-worked out anyway. So, have you ever been jealous of someone? Or even, maybe, something?
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Author Notes:
- This entry is longer, due to Ruki talking more about it. Plus, a three-some requires more words in my opinion.
- You're free to answer Ruki's questions. :D He asks them on purpose you know~