You’re backstage doing a last look for everyone waiting to hit the runway, where a few hundred people were waiting to see Takashi Mitsuya’s latest collection. There are esteemed guests from the fashion industry here tonight, media representatives, photographers, socialites, you name it. So many people here for one person. 

Your person.

Because you are also Takashi Mitsuya’s lover.

This is a hidden secret between the two of you, at Takashi’s request, not out of embarrassment or shame, but as a way of keeping the stress off of you and more focused on your job within his studio. He expressed to you that he would feel guilty for bringing you into the public eye and taking away the peace you still have within your own life. And you’re okay with these terms– getting that much attention or recognition isn’t really your thing anyway, and Takashi is more than attentive to you on his own. 

It was an ideal arrangement for the both of you. You get to be a part of his world, and you get to have a part of him all to yourself. You really couldn’t wish for more.

———

You’re finishing hanging up a few garments and getting them into travel bags for transport when the door to the changing room opens with a quiet creak, and you don’t have to turn around to know who it was. By now you’ve seemed to grow accustomed to the pattern and fall of his footsteps, and the scent of his cologne when he stood directly behind you, the gentle touch of his fingers tracing the outline of your spine through your silk shirt.

And this is exactly where you planned to meet once everyone else had left.

“How did it go out there?” you inquire, the answer being unnecessary. You know how popular Takashi is with the fashion representatives. They eat out of the palm of his hand for any insight into his vision. They call him innovative, inspirational, revolutionary… and you agree with every word.

“Swimmingly, though they’re getting quite restless these days. I can’t ever seem to satiate them,” Takashi explains, watching you hang the last dress on the rack before turning you to face him, completely inside your space and gently grasping your waist.

You smile as he leans in to place a kiss to your lips, habitual but purposeful. “I think I know how they feel,” you hum into his mouth.

“Oh, do you now?” he laughs, one that’s warm and smooth as top shelf bourbon.

You playfully nod your head, looking into his lilac irises already full of desire before letting your gaze fall to his perfect lips.

Takashi catches the silent signal of your eyes and lets out a hum before crashing them against yours, his tongue begging for entrance against your teeth. You permit him, sighing contently as your mouth parts open. You didn’t seem to notice that he had been walking you backwards until your ass bumps into the vanity table, and a small squeak escapes you.

He gracefully hoists you up to sit on the surface of the vanity, slotting himself between your legs and running his fingers deftly over your smooth skin. His lips make contact with the sensitive areas of your neck, kissing your pulse point just to feel your increasing heart rate.

“So patient for me, weren’t you, darling?” the hum of Takashi’s voice in your ear sends a ghostly shiver up your spine. It was true— you waited hours to finally get him alone. Now after the preparations, the show, and the press, he’s finally back in your arms.

Takashi begins undoing the buttons on the front of your shirt, revealing more and more bare skin for his mouth to leave marks of passion. The blooming heat in your chest is overwhelming, almost as much as the heat between your legs.

Once the final button is free, he takes a moment to admire you, slowly coaxing the material off your shoulders to sit lax at your elbows. Takashi notices you’re wearing the lace bra he made for you a few weeks ago, his eyes shining thoughtfully as he remembered what happened the first time you wore it for him.

“You are… stunning, you know that?” he whispers to you, hands trailing up your sides giving off sparks of excitement to your prickling skin. He kisses you again, this time your hands find the knot of his tie, pulling it loose in one swift motion and immediately going for the buttons of his shirt. One… two… three…

The familiar creak of the door that Takashi entered through moments ago sounds again, drawing you out of the moment and bringing your eyes over his shoulder. The quickest of glances confirms that someone was now standing in the doorway to the changing room, witnessing you and your secret lover in a state of half undress. 

“Shit—“ you mutter under your breath, pulling Takashi in front of you and tucking your head into his chest. This couldn’t possibly be more embarrassing, and you think in a panic that this could have just waited until you both got home where neither of you would get caught. Now you’re sure that word will spread like wildfire if this person happened to catch a glimpse of your face.

You hear a voice from behind Takashi, shaken and nervous, and… so familiar. “T-Taka? Whoa, shit, I’m sorry! I-I should have… I forgot something— dammit, nevermind I’ll go—“

“Hakkai?” Takashi’s voice calls out over his shoulder, just in time for you to take a peek before the tall figure completely retreats behind the door. In true form, Hakkai awkwardly cracks the door open with a hand covering his eyes just like a child would. 

“Sorry, Taka, I didn’t know anyone would still be here…” he apologizes profusely for walking in on the private moment. You hear Takashi sigh, though the tone of it isn’t completely clear to you. He wasn’t urging him to leave, but you know how close to two of them are. You think that this is quite possibly not the first time this has happened in all the years they’ve known each other.

“It’s okay, Hakkai,” you finally hear Takashi say, flashing a kind smile to his model friend. He turns to you, lifting a hand to brush your cheek that was hot with embarrassment. “I trust him, don’t worry.” You nod softly, trying to relax about the situation.

You know Hakkai Shiba, and could say you trust him enough, too. He and Takashi have known each other for nearly half their lives, and it was only natural that one’s modeling career would cross over into the other’s fashion world. You’ve spent plenty of time around the shy man before runways, sometimes fixing his garments before he steps out into the bright lights. His cheeks flush every single time, and it makes you giggle to yourself, seeing a relatively confident model freeze up at the touch of a woman. He’s hardly ever spoken a word directly to you, and has only known you to be Takashi’s assistant.

Until now.

Hakkai lowers his hand from his eyes after hearing Takashi’s assurance, and with rosy cheeks he makes eye contact with you. He freezes up as expected, looking stiff and overwhelmed. You surmise that the shy giant feels some sort of way after all the small moments you’ve had behind the runaway and even in casual settings, and you suddenly feel a weird sense of guilt that you’ve been sleeping with his close friend apparently against his knowledge.

You hold eye contact with Hakkai for what seems like an uncomfortable several moments, feeling your skin get hotter with each passing second. Truth be told, Hakkai is objectively very attractive, and looks good standing there in his simple white t-shirt that showed off his toned arms, his blue hair and eyes contrasting the pink glow of his cheeks and the tips of his ears. In some unforeseen response, you could feel the heat pooling between your thighs once again. 

“Something wrong?” Takashi quirks a brow at Hakkai, who stood there motionless longer than any calm person would. “Didn’t you say you forgot something?”

“Oh, y-yeah… My bad!” Hakkai blurts out, finally breaking eye contact with you and turning to walk over to the edge of the room where a small duffel bag sat against a casual sofa. You follow his movements, each stride sending a playful pulse to your clit, and this doesn’t go unnoticed by Takashi. He watches you intently, curious pastel eyes studying your expression, one that you’ve given him plenty of times to recognize immediately.

One of his hands discreetly slides between your legs, under the cover of your mini skirt to the seat of your lace panties. You let out a soft gasp as he leans forward into your space, brushing your ear with his lips as his fingers press into your heat. “How are you this wet, darling?”

You don’t answer, only bite your lower lip between your teeth as you watch Hakkai reach for the bag on the floor across the room. It was Takashi’s fingers that were working you up, causing the arousal from your core to intensify, but you were currently imagining if Hakkai, as shy as he is, was capable of doing the same.

Takashi utters an amused hum, clearly noticing that his confidant is affecting you in a way that he didn’t anticipate… but it wasn’t deterring him from the situation at hand, either. In fact, he seems turned on that you’re coming undone looking at Hakkai, a smooth grin painted across his face as his fingers slip under your panties to massage through your slick folds as you gaze upon his timid friend.

“Curious, are you, kitten?” the lilt in his voice cuts through your trance, making you pant softly over Takashi’s shoulder, grasping at his half unbuttoned shirt with one hand and the vanity with the other. At that moment, Hakkai turns to leave, but not before he looks in your direction once more, locking onto his ex-gang captain, pleasuring you as you meet his sapphiric eyes with a look that he can’t tear himself away from.

Hakkai is no idiot– despite the fact that Takashi was blocking most of the view of your body apart from your extremities, he understood what was happening. The way your breathing picks up into short and labored gasps of air, your fingers gripping the vanity even tighter, makes his cheeks an even deeper shade of pink and his jeans much tighter.

Takashi is now two knuckles deep into your slick entrance, teasing you enough to make you squirm where he had you sat. His lips ghost across the sensitive skin of your neck, tilted to the side to give you the perfect view of his friend who was undoubtedly getting more hot and bothered by the second.

“You want him to watch?” he asks with a kiss to your collarbone. You shake your head wordlessly, voice caught in your throat. You notice Hakkai rub the palm of his hand against his jeans as if they were sweating and trying not to brazenly ease the ache under his zipper as he stands there hypnotized by the scene unraveling before him.

“But you don’t want him to leave.” Takashi states more as a fact than a question, and the only answer he needs is the way you clench around his fingers, a wavering moan spilling from your mouth. He kisses your neck lovingly, and lets his fingers slip away from your fluttering walls.

“Hakkai,” he speaks louder this time, earning the blue-haired man’s attention from behind him. “Go sit over there.” With a nod in the direction of the sofa where his bag once rested, Takashi pulls you to your feet, steadying you on your heels as you attempt to regain your balance.

And just like the old days, Hakkai follows the command without question, still giving Takashi the authority over him even though their gang years are well into the past. He drops his duffel and sits in the middle of the sofa, uneasy hands grasping his knees with the anxiety he was trying to push down.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Takashi soothes, gently pulling you by the hand in Hakkai’s direction. You feel hazy from the intense bit of foreplay, shirt still hanging off your shoulders, taking small steps on your wobbly legs until you’re standing directly between the two men, facing your lavender lover. That’s when you hear him say, “Go ahead and have a seat.”

Both you and Hakkai seem to have a reaction, eyes widen and breath hitches. Stood directly in front of him, backside practically in his face, you turn to see him looking up at you. His expression is one of uncertainty, bashfulness, and an emerging lust that you catch in his pretty blue irises for a fleeting moment before you lower yourself onto his lap. 

Hakkai’s entire body goes rigid for a moment as the plush of your ass makes contact with the undeniable tent of his pants, and you swear you hear the faintest whimper escape his lips. Takashi drops to one knee and lifts one of your ankles off the floor, and begins to undo the strap of your heel. He’s keeping eye contact with you, that familiar cool smirk adorning his mouth as he slips the first shoe from your foot. 

Your eyes stayed fixed on him, now reaching for your other heel, when he spoke another smooth command to Hakkai. “Help our pretty thing out of that blouse, she won’t be needing it.”

Our… he said ‘our?’

There’s a hesitant second before you feel Hakkai’s fingers brush along the back of your arms, pulling the silk down ever so carefully. He’s silent, less the shallow breaths falling from his lips, until you try helping him by wiggling the unforgiving fabric from your arms, causing you to shift on his lap. He can’t help but stifle a groan at the friction against his hard-on, and you almost want to apologize for the potential discomfort, but the sound he emits makes your pussy flutter so deliciously. 

“Her bra too,” you hear Takashi say as he pulls off the second heel. Hakkai once again follows the order, and you feel his twitching fingers unclip the back of your bra, coaxing the shoulders straps off and you watch Takashi kiss your ankle tenderly. You let the lace fall into your lap, gingerly discarding it to the floor where the rest of your garments lay.

Takashi then stands, holding his hands out to help you up to your bare feet. Once you rise from Hakkai’s lap, the zipper of your skirt is being undone, and in one motion, Takashi shimmies it off along with your panties, leaving you completely bare to both of them.

You’re now caught between a mass of sexual tension, the suave fashion designer admiring your front with hands exploring the curves of your body, while the male model’s eyes rake over the plane of your back, the swell of your ass and your plush thighs. 

“Hakkai, lay flat on your back,” Takashi voices. And he does just that, turning sideways to rest his head at one end of the sofa with his feet at the other, his height taking up the entirety of the piece of furniture. You’re then instructed to climb on top, straddling his hips like you’ve done with Takashi so many times now. Hakkai’s pupils get visibly bigger as he drinks in the view of you, hesitant hands resting on your thighs and giving them a timid squeeze. You adjust to his static touch, which contrasts to Takashi’s typical fluidity, but there’s something honest about the way Hakkai touches your skin, and it makes your shudder down to your neglected core.

Takashi walks to the arm of the sofa closest to where Hakkai’s head rests, and his hands begin to unbutton the rest of his shirt that you never finished yourself. “Now, darling, I want you to come give me a kiss.” 

There’s a considerable distance from where you’re sitting on Hakkai’s lap to Takashi’s expectant mouth. Even leaning forward you won’t reach him, so you shoot him a dazed and confused look wondering what he’s up to. 

Another smirk emerges onto your lover’s face, and he lets out a throaty laugh. You watch him lean down and grab a handful of Hakkai’s cobalt hair, tilting his head back slightly. “Hakkai here is gonna take care of you first. Come take a seat right here—“ and with his final word he yanks on the hair between his fingers, earning a sharp whine from the shy one below him. 

When you connect the dots, your gaze falls to Hakkai, and his cheeks are even more flushed than before. Only, he’s currently staring up at Takashi who’s still playfully leaned over the arm of the couch, chest and abs on display, like he knows it would elicit a reaction. You could actually feel Hakkai’s bulge twitch against your pussy, sending a delicious chill up your spine. 

“C’mere,” Takashi beckons with a sultry whisper, “let both of us give you a kiss.” 

A sudden flush of heat reaches your face, and you could feel the pulse between your legs growing more intense. You swear you take a pause to contemplate what you were about to do– Takashi allowing his friend to pleasure you, touch you even– but your body was already moving on its own, crawling further up Hakkai’s body, eyes locked onto Takashi’s plush lips. His demeanor has a magnetism to it, and you were falling right in line just like Hakkai did without hesitation. You have no doubt in your mind about Takashi's ability to command others; It was working in real time right in front of you.

You don’t realize you’re already trembling, your thighs now situated on either side of Hakkai’s face, hovering inches above his mouth. His hot breath fans against your pussy as you stare into Takashi’s lilac hues, ghosting your lips over his as if to gain one final confirmation that this was something he was okay with.

Hakkai’s arms lock around your legs and in an unexpected motion, he pulls you down against the will of your own strength, letting his tongue swipe through your folds before curling his lips around your tingling clit.

You gasp in that very instant, and nearly moan until Takashi crashes his lips against yours in a heated kiss that swallows the sound. Your head feels like it might explode, the dual sensations sending your brain into a frenzy. The overwhelming feeling of two men giving you the attention your body was now desperate for is enough to make you think that this is just a wet dream and you’d be waking up any second now. 

But that wasn’t happening. Hakkai’s surprisingly skilled tongue continues to lap at your sex like he had been left without water for days, savoring the taste of you with every drag of the muscle. Your moans grow louder as you breathe them into Takashi’s mouth that was sucking on your own tongue, holding your face gently with his hands to guide you closer to him.

Your body is having trouble deciding what to do— your hands fumble around between Takashi’s exposed torso and threading through Hakkai’s hair, wrapping around the back of Takashi’s neck to pull him into you or gripping some part of the couch to steady yourself. It’s all so much to handle, and your core is tightening at an alarming rate.

There’s no words, only the wet sounds of Takashi kissing you like he was starved and your essence coating Hakkai’s face as he devoured your pussy, whining softly as he enjoyed the shaky rock of your hips against his face. You can feel your heartbeat in your throat, and your lungs are doing double time to keep enough oxygen flowing to your overworked brain.

While you try to focus on the intense make-out session with Takashi, you fail to notice that one of Hakkai’s hands abandon you, the buzzing in your ears having drowned out the sound of his belt unbuckling and his zipper being undone. While he eats you out wantonly, his hand slips beneath his boxers and begins to stroke his painfully hard cock, desperate for friction and relief.

You falter for a moment as Hakkai begins to suck on your clit again, pulling back from Takashi’s hot mouth to drop your head to his shoulder and steady yourself against him. The sounds that fall from your kiss-swollen lips are sinful, thoroughly enjoying the way Hakkai continues the suction to your sensitive bud, your eyes nearly rolling back and jaw slacked in pure ecstasy.

“H-Hakkai, ohhh f-fuck–” you mewl into Takashi’s shoulder. For a moment it feels strange to be calling out a name that didn’t belong to the man you were leaning into, but it quickly dissipates when you feel Takashi’s hands drop to your waist, gripping them tightly and coaxing you to grind against his once-subordinate’s greedy mouth.

“How does it feel, kitten? You’re a moaning mess already,” he coos into your ear as he helps you chase your impending high, the knot deep within you is wound so tight you’re practically begging for it to snap. Your breathy whines mixing with Hakkai’s as he strokes his length behind you is like a heavenly chord, just the right pitch to get you where you need to be.

With a generous flick of Hakkai’s tongue, the pressure built up in your core releases, and you cum so hard your vision goes fuzzy. A harsh moan is forced from your lungs as Takashi holds your waist while Hakkai keeps the wave rolling with steady attention to your clit. The rush is intense, legs shaking as you rest some of your weight onto Hakkai’s mouth to prolong your orgasm and the rest on Takashi’s strong shoulders, surely leaving crescent shapes of your nails in his skin even through his shirt. 

You feel the high dissipate slowly, coming back down as Hakkai finishes lapping up the last of your release on his tongue. You can feel his heaving breath on your folds as he leaves desperate little kisses on your skin. You raise your head from Takashi’s shoulder, eyelids heavy and vision dazed in euphoric bliss to be met with a sly smile from his lips. 

“Well? Did you enjoy the ride, lover?” he hums in that tone that makes you shiver down to your bones. With a weak nod and a pathetic smile, you hear him chuckle. “Then how about you give Hakkai a kiss as a thank you, hm?”

You slowly crawl back down Hakkai’s body as gracefully as possible, limbs feeling like gelatin, and you pause when you both become parallel to each other. Peering down at his face, you can now see his slick covered mouth and reddened flushed cheeks. And his pupils— if you didn’t already know Hakkai had ocean blue eyes, you wouldn’t be able to tell with how much his pupils were dominating his irises. 

There’s a timid moment hanging between you and the man responsible for the mind-blowing orgasm you just had, hesitant yet eager. You can’t lie and say you never thought about Hakkai this way, after all the time you’ve spent around him. You press your lips ever so softly to his, as if to test the waters before you feel his reaction, craning his head off the sofa cushion to meld his lips to yours like he couldn’t wait a single second more. 

He tastes like you, and you’re no stranger to it after tasting it on Takashi’s lips a number of times before. You can feel the subtle ridges of the scar that adorns his mouth as you turn your head to gain more access to it. Your tongue plays with his like a game of hide and seek, curious taste buds anxious for more of each other while absorbing this new territory neither of you thought you’d ever enter. 

Hakkai pushes himself up off the sofa with one arm, nearly pinning you against him as he clings to your waist with the soft trembling fingers. The new position helps you to better roll your hips against his throbbing cock still hidden below the fabric of his boxers. You weren’t sure when exactly he peeled away the front of his jeans, but you found it difficult to care when the friction of his length was pressed to your pussy, making you slicker by the second. 

Takashi watches as you make out with his friend and grind yourself desperately against his cock, now removing his shirt completely and undoing the front of his pants. He was also rock hard, but quieter in his observation, opting to move to the other side of the sofa and kneel onto one of the cushions, pressing his chest to your back. 

You’re now suddenly sandwiched between the two of them, feeling both of their bodies against you giving you full body goosebumps, in utter disbelief that this is actually happening. The heat bubbling in your lower abdomen feels like a volcano ready to burst. 

Takashi’s presence catches Hakkai’s attention, his eyes transfixed behind you on the shorter man, causing his lips to come to a halt. With a soft kiss to your shoulder, the two of them make eye contact and you can feel Takashi’s smile on your skin. “Don’t let me interrupt. Please.”

Hakkai’s cheeks turn a deeper pink, flushed and flustered beyond belief as he watches Takashi suck on your neck and leave pretty marks behind. You take his face in your hands, drawing his attention back to you with a needy passionate kiss to his already swollen lips. Hakkai hums a breath from his chest, melting into your perfect lips and letting his hair brush with Takashi’s as they continue to kiss you simultaneously.

You feel a hand reach around to cup one of your breasts, and you can tell it’s small enough to belong to Takashi as two fingers tease your hardened nipple. With a whimper into Hakkai’s mouth, your back arches against his chest, writhing with the subtle pain. 

Takashi’s other hand snakes down to your hot pussy from behind and he swipes his fingers through your wet folds. You instinctively push back against his digits for more friction, chasing another brewing orgasm from your core when his fingers slip into your entrance with a wet squelch. The moan his actions produce is filthy, and Hakkai drinks it in all too eagerly.

The pace of Takashi’s fingers is slow and languid, typical of his way of pleasuring you. He always puts you first, and despite how hard his stiff cock is pressed into your back right now he’s still more focused on you– and Hakkai apparently.

“Touch him, darling,” he breathes against your ear. Your hands move mindlessly with the command, trailing down Hakkai’s chest that was still hidden under his t-shirt, touching the ridges of his abs that you’ve seen before in his modeling pictures. He is quite beautiful, somehow fighting to exude the same confidence in front of you as he does with a camera, but he can’t seem to shake the tremors when your hands find the band of his boxers and slowly reach to pull out his aching cock. 

The moment your fingers wrap around Hakkai’s length, you can’t hold back the physical reaction to the sheer size of it. He’s impressive and girthy, slightly longer than Takashi too, and the amount of pre leaking from his tip makes your mouth salivate.

“And here I thought you couldn’t get any wetter,” you hear that smooth lilt from behind you, commenting on the state of your cunt upon realization that Hakkai had such a massive cock. You keen in response as Takashi keeps a steady rhythm to his fingers inside your twitching walls. 

“Hakkai… could you— mmph,” you choke out while your eyes squeeze shut, finding difficulty in forming words as you’re being finger fucked at a rougher pace now. Your eyes flutter back open to meet those pretty blues, complimented by the flush of Hakkai’s cheeks and kiss-swollen lips, parted and panting at the small strokes you give him. 

“M-Move back, please,” you stifle a whimper, and Hakkai only responds with wider eyes. 

Takashi moves his fingers from your heat to pinch your clit just enough to make you moan so sweetly in Hakkai’s ear, his dick jumping in your hand in the process. “She wants to use her mouth,” the lavender man explains. 

Hakkai finally understands that there’s not enough room for you to do so with his friend at your back, so he retreats backward until he makes contact with the armrest of the sofa, giving you enough room to adjust your own position. 

He watches as you lower your head, your tongue that was previously in his mouth jutting from your pretty lips to give his cockhead a kitten lick, and he gasps so beautifully that you immediately take his tip into your mouth, tasting the pre he’s been dribbling. 

With every inch of his length you take into your wet mouth, you’re concerned he’s too big for you to take it all. But it’s worth it to keep trying so long as Hakkai looks down at you with those furrowed eyes, his bottom lip bitten tightly in his teeth, fighting the urge to cum before he’s able to enjoy the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

As you’re taking care of Hakkai, Takashi takes it upon himself to free his own painfully hard cock from his boxers to swipe the tip through your slick folds now presented so nicely for him. You let out a muffled yelp, instinctively grinding your hips back against his dick because you want to feel him inside you so badly.

“You’re being so good for us, kitten,” Takashi coos while he starts pushing his cock into your entrance, causing you to keen and whine around Hakkai’s length. “Isn’t she, Hakkai?”

The blue haired man in front of you swallows audibly, chest starting to heave for breath as he watches you slide his cock in and out of your pretty mouth, letting his eyes travel up to take in the perfect view he has of his captain bullying his cock into your cunt. “Y-Yeah… So good,” he managed to choke out.

When Takashi finally buries himself to the hilt, he pulls back out almost completely, observing the pretty slick already coating him as he thrusts back into you, pushing your whole body forward which makes you take more of Hakkai’s cock than you were ready for. You gag as his head hits against the back of your throat, and Hakkai lets out such a pretty whine in response that you want to hear it again.

You try taking him as deep as you can, aware that he’s drooling down your throat every time you swallow and constrict around him. He’s positively losing his composure, gripping at the fabric of the sofa for some sort of grounding agent.

Takashi picks up tempo behind you, gripping your hips to slam his own against you, his cock dragging along your walls so expertly that your eyes start to roll back. Your pace on Hakkai’s length falters a bit, and Takashi takes notice.

“Give me your hand, Hakkai,” he says gruffly, waiting for his friend to reach out to him before he leans forward and takes it himself to place it on top of your head, helping him to push some of your hair back with his fingers.

He leaves his hand on top of Hakkai’s for a moment, pushing down in a steady rhythm to keep your head bobbing up and down on his cock. “She’s okay with pushing, but don’t be too rough with her.” Takashi lets his hand trail down your back, causing you to arch and give him an even better angle to fuck into you.

Hakkai seems hesitant to do what he was shown, probably worried he might make you uncomfortable, but you manage to look up at him, eyes slightly wet from taking him so deeply and he thinks you look like an angel, blushing once again while gripping some of your hair. He puts some pressure on the back of your head, bringing you back to a steady rhythm.

Your tongue laves over the length of him, swirling it around his tip when you’re pulled back enough to taste the beads of release he was holding back. You moan around him from the perfect strokes that Takashi was giving you, and you think you hear Hakkai gasp from the long vibrations from your throat.

Your mouth feels warmer and wetter, and it suddenly registers to you that Hakkai is cumming on the back of your tongue, having finally reached his limit. He pushes out pretty moans, flexing his abs and curling his fingers in your hair even tighter as his ropes of release spill down your throat. You breathe heavy through your nose, eyes weighted and pleasant little moans falling from your lips as you take his load.

Takashi smirks from behind you, realizing the blue-hair man was the first to cum. “There’s one. Show him what a good girl you are, kitten. Did you swallow it all for him?”

You release your mouth off of Hakkai’s cock with a little ‘pop’ and stick your tongue out briefly, panting and keening from your lover’s continued ministrations, to show you’ve swallowed all that he gave you. Hakkai’s eyelids are heavy in his come-down, jaw slack and lungs swelling for air, but you aren’t offended by his lack of response or praise. The look on his face says it all.

“Your turn now, darling.” Takashi adjusts himself to lean over you a bit more, continuing to thrust his hips as he reaches one hand around your waist, down to your swollen clit to rub small fast circles around the sensitive bud to speed up your release.

You steady yourself on your hands and knees as you’re pushed forward, screwing your eyes shut, crying out from the rush of pleasure that’s tightening that knot in your core. You feel like your entire body is catching fire, a sharp tingle in your abdomen and you’re nearly there. Just a little more…

“Look at him. Look at Hakkai while you cum, baby. Let him see that pretty face,” Takashi huffs out, watching as his friend zeroes in on your face as if he were in a trance, hypnotized by the way your mewling and whining raises an octave on the brink of reaching your climax.

You do as you’re told, and your eyes meet Hakkai’s that were nearly devoid of that pretty blue you know him to have, replaced by blown pupils that are fixated on your features. His cheeks are flushed beyond belief, and he swallows thickly when your eyes flutter trying to stay concentrated as your clit is being stimulated.

Takashi knows your body well, and he tilts his hips ever so slightly until he finds the spot deep inside you that gets you squeezing his cock, the tip kissing it again, and again, and again until…

”Ohhhhhh, fuck–” you choke out, feeling that tight cord finally snap and you clench around your lover so tight you think you might push him out. Hakkai watches are your brow furrows and your mouth drops open to an ‘o,’ moaning out the prettiest sound he thinks he’s ever heard that makes his dick twitch against his abdomen.

“Good fuckin’ girl, kitten. That’s– mmph– two.” Takashi fucks you through your high until he’s sure you’ve given him everything you can, your pussy making the wet squelch he loves with every thrust of his hips. Your body feels so weak as you come down from the adrenaline rush, now hanging your head low enough to rest against Hakkai’s chest.

The pretty blue-haired boy then watches as Takashi effectively drills his cock into your cunt to chase his own release, a hand splayed on your back and the other firmly gripping your hip. Your arms finally give out, and your top half collapses onto Hakkai as he lays below you, watching from his front row seat as you get fucked relentlessly.

Takashi isn’t shy, and Hakkai knows this, but he finds himself completely entranced as the two of them lock eyes while you edge on the brink of tears under them. Your lover looms over both of you, approaching his peak with every slam of his hips into your own and he loves the view; your exhausted body being supported by his long-time friend who’s eyes keep drifting to the place where his cock meets your pretty pussy, fingers gripping into the fabric of the sofa. One might think he’d cum again just watching Takashi ruin you.

“God, ahh fuck– th-three–” the lavender-haired man strains, letting out a string of breathy moans as he releases. You can feel him reaching deep, his cock throbbing and twitching inside your walls, squeezing him until you’ve effectively milked him for every last bit of his spend that he can give you. Takashi never fails to fill you up, and he adores the way your pussy always seems to want more despite it all. He’d say it’s his favorite thing about you, but now he just might have a new favorite thing.

The room is filled with mingled heaving breaths, the softening sounds of pleasure dissipating against the walls as the three of you inevitably relax after your climaxes. Takashi carefully pulls himself out of you, earning a muffled whine against Hakkai’s chest that makes him flash an exhausted grin toward the both of you. Even Hakkai looks more relaxed, a hand tangled in your hair to quietly sooth you and gaze in awe at your pretty tired form.

You feel Takashi maneuvering your legs to make you more comfortable, now nearly numb from all the activity you’ve endured, but you wouldn’t dare complain. This is the best you think you’ve ever felt, and shamelessly don’t want it to end. 

“Did such a good job for us, darling. Y’okay?” Your lover’s voice is closer now, realizing he’s now looming over you as you stay nuzzled into Hakkai’s chest, and you give him a weak smile accompanied by a confident nod. He responds by gently rubbing a hand over your back, leaning closer to rest his lips against your temple with a kiss, happy to know that you enjoyed the experience just as much as he did.

He feels a pair of eyes watching the tender exchange, lifting his head to look right at Hakkai’s mesmerized expression from only inches away, and you can feel the way his breath hitches in his chest.

“So good for her, Hakkai. Thank you.” You hear him praise his friend, undoubtedly flustered by his words by the way he stutters out a breath, and you think it’s cute the way it’s seemingly not just you that gets Hakkai so tripped up and nervous.

Takashi’s lavender eyes reflect an adoration for the both of you, content with the unforeseen arrangement he’s now pondering in his mind. With a soft hum, he asks a question for the both of you.

“What say we switch things up… next time?”