“Fuck, Yuji.” He groans, dropping his face like he’s embarrassed for you to see his lips create the syllables required for his friend’s name. Yuji smiles and fucks into him harder, that little pink trail of hair shimmering in a terribly lewd mixture of sweat and lube and precum from where you’d politely asked Megumi if he could suck Yuji’s dick.

“I-“ he’d frozen, already shirtless. “If- if that’s what you want?” He gulps breathlessly.

“I do.” You’d responded breathlessly, “please, just once. Wanna see what you look like with his dick in your mouth.”

Megumi chokes on his own shuttering breath, while Yuji just shrugs and happily plopps himself down on the edge of the bed with his naked thighs spread wide open. Megumi slowly, very slowly, sinks down to his pale knees on the carpet, face blushing furiously as you excitedly watch him tug down Yuji's boxers until his throbbing cock springs out at twitches against his stomach, so heavy it almost droops.

His mouth stretches around Yuji’s cock, even just the thick tip pushing his pretty lips wider, and Yuji whines high like a puppy. “Oh, fuck, your mouth is so warm, Megumi.” He whinges, settling back on his arms as he plants a large, tanned hand into Megumi’s dark hair.

Megumi huffs around Yuji’s sticky length and sucks harder, bobbing his head down until his sharp nose is almost brushing the coral-pink curls at Yuji’s silken base. “Oh my god, you look so fucking hot.” You breathe, crouching down to Megumi’s eye level just to watch up close. Which, yes, is obviously perverted- but you don’t even feel bad when you see how there’s pre and saliva building at the corners of your boyfriend's mouth, moaning around Yuji’s cock.

Somehow, you end up being in charge of the whole situation in entirety. Megumi lets you anyway, gone as soon as he lets himself slip into that little space in his brain when he’s faced with being so sexually vulnerable. Yuji follows all your instructions like a well trained dog, sweaty and panting but beaming like the sun whenever he follows an order correctly.

“Like this, right?” He pants, thrusting so deep into Megumi that his lean body shudders up the bed and the headboard taps harshly against the wall. “Yeah, like that.” You reply back, perched in the corner on a plush chair with your knees tucked to your chest like you’re watching a movie and not your boyfriend getting pummelled on the bed by another man. “Good boy, Yu.”

Yuji laughs and keeps going, ruining Megumi with every harsh stroke his tip manages to brush past. The noise of his tanned hips meeting Megumi’s ass is loud and abrasive but oh-so good, the crude sound mixing with Megumi’s whimpers and your own heavy breathing as your skin heats up merely watching.

That’s all you’re doing for now, just watching. You aren’t touching either of them, and you can tell it’s driving Megumi insane- having you right there, so soft and beautiful in his blurry eyeline, and you’re not doing anything. Yet you’re managing to ruin him anyway, directing Yuji on just what speed to take, just how hard to thrust.

“Slow down, Yu.”

He obeys, hips coming to a slow roll rather than the relentless pace he was favouring before. "Hnngh-!" Megumi cries out frustratedly into the pillows, his hands curling into clammy fists. You can’t see his face but you know there’s tears in his eyes, and you can’t help the way you walk over to him.

“Hey, baby.” You coo, holding onto his pathetically ruined face with both hands to counteract the way Megumi lets his head rock forwards with every hit he receives from the cock buried inside him. “Hey, it’s okay, I’m here.” Your thumb strokes over his cheekbone and he mewls.

“You’re so, so safe with us,” you breathe against his mouth, “you don’t have to hide your face.”

“I- I know.” Megumi shakes out in response, eyes floating around the room like he’s trying to formulate his next words. But he can’t, he’s too susceptible to the way you’re cooing at him and the way Yuji is still fucking him, so his face drops helplessly back into the pillows and his back gently arches forwards as he keeps needily, mindlessly grinding himself into the mattress.

And you can’t have that, can you?

Your hand is still on your boyfriend’s spiky hair when he drops forwards, and when you pull back your touch you hear the way he whimpers in desperate protest, almost agonised at the loss of your touch. He shoves his pelvis harder into the sheets to cope, to gain more feeling, but it just doesn’t work. You frown and step backwards, slowly gazing down at the way his back is curving in on itself like a demolished building.

“Yuji,” you say suddenly, voice low and sweet. “Flip him over.”

“O-okay!”

Megumi almost wails in teary embarrassment when Yuji does so, now straddling him with his back to Yuji’s toned chest. Megumi’s dick looks pained, all stiff and leaky with the tiniest bead of pre pearling saltily at his blushing tip. “No,” he gasps, shoving his lolling head into Yuji’s shoulder in an attempt to stop you from seeing him. “Don’t w-want you to see me like this,” he begs hoarsely, clamping both hands over his mouth to muffle the degenerate whines ripping out of his throat.

He’s dripping all over his happy trail and stomach, the humiliation only serving to push him further into that terrifyingly unfamiliar space that results in him moaning and squirming on Yuji’s lap. You can see the way Megumi’s taking it from here, kneeling in front of them both on the bed. It’s obscene, really, Yuji’s thickness stretching your boyfriend out as he rears his hips backwards and then upwards again. Every time he does that, Megumi gasps and arches forwards like the pleasure is too much for him.

Arches forwards towards you.

You crawl up to your boyfriend on the bed and once again cup his pretty face. “You deserve this, Megumi.” You say quietly, thumbing at his tears. “I wish you could see how perfect you look right now, you’re doing so so so well for us both. Aren’t you?”

When you don’t receive a response, Megumi’s eyes still screwed up in embarrassment, you sigh sadly. “Hey, open your eyes. It’s just me, it’s just me.” You murmur, coaxing him to look at you by pressing gentle kisses to his face and neck, even spattering a few over his sensitive chest.

His eyes open slowly, long eyelashes fluttering rapidly like a butterfly. You smile. “So good. You’re our good boy, right?” Megumi chokes and lolls his hand into your touch, pressing it into your palm like you’ll offer salvation if he tries hard enough. “Say it, yeah?”

“I’m- fuck- I can’t.” He mutters lucidly, sweat beading at his temples. “I can’t say it, I c-can’t-“

“You can.” You soothe. You look at Yuji, and Yuji looks back at you. You both decide silently it’s better if you handle this one alone, and let Yuji stick to silently fucking him. Or, as silent as he can get, little moans slipping out every so often he has to bite his lip to contain.

“You can.” You repeat firmly, reaching down to wrap your hand around his cock. Megumi heaves a groan and bucks into your fist as you slowly begin to pull at his overstimulated length, the veins rubbing softly over your fingers. “I’m- I’m your good boy.” He breathes finally, sobbing it out through tears.

“I’m so proud of you, my sweet baby. I love you, Megumi.”

“Fuck-“ he cums, your thumb rolling over his tip. Yuji moans and gasps behind him, pace stuttering- white floods the bedsheets below Megumi as it drips out of him, deposited in there by Yuji, or out of his own needy cock that’s still twitching against his stomach even after the orgasm. “Good boys,” you comfort both of them, even leaning forwards to press a quick peck to Yuji’s forehead he smiles dumbly at.

“Could you go again, Yuji?” You ask, cradling Megumi’s head. “Yeah, definitely!” He smiles, gently stroking back and forth on Megumi’s hips.

You know Megumi can take another orgasm, he’s taken many more than two in one night before, leaving himself in a messy puddle with your panties wrapped around his base or your pussy clenching around him. But you still have to ask. “Megs,” you whisper softly to him, “could you take another? For me?” Your response is a lucid nod against your chest.

Now, the real question. You tuck yourself in next to Yuji’s ear and whisper so quietly you’re surprised he can still hear it at all. “Yuji, could you handle my weight and Megumi’s at the same time? If we were both on you?”

“Yeah!” He nods vigorously, almost happy he gets to show off his strength. “I don’t work out for nothing!”

“Good.” You smile, crawling back off the bed. You shimmy your shorts, shirt, and absolutely soaked panties off until you’re just in your lacy bra. Megumi’s favourite, even if he’d never admit it out loud- black and cute, the lace cupping your tits perfectly as a little bow sits between the cups. You fix the strap where it’s been twisted by Megumi’s sobbing into your shirt earlier, then stalk over to the bed.

Megumi’s eyes have been shut this whole time, or at the very least only fixed hazily on his own throbbing cock. But when he feels the sheets dip in front of him, he looks up and moans. “You’re so pretty,” he says lucidly, eyes half shut. “Fuck, mmph, you’re so h-hot.”

He whimpers loudly as you straddle him, soft thighs he adores so much either side of his hips. Yuji spreads his legs out further, but ensures Megumi’s are still loosely contained in the middle so you have room. Your knees land on the downy sheets between their thighs, sandwiched between broad and tanned and lean and pale. But god, you love it so much.

“O-oh, ohmygod, fuckkk-“ he sobs as you sink down. Your cunt wraps so warmly, so softly around his cock it feels like a homecoming and Megumi breaks into your shoulder, tears wetting the skin. “Mommy, fuck-“

“Aw, baby, don’t cry.” You whisper, kissing him slowly. Your lips meet in a caring tangle of spit and tongue, meshing against each other in the way that only comes from sheer depravity meeting sheer need. Spit strings and clings to your mouths as you moan into it, stroking Megumi’s hair comfortingly as he gasps.

His whimpers crack apart in your ears like he can’t help it, and it fuels you. Your pussy hugs him tightly, gently, like you’ve wanted this since the moment he licked at Yuji’s cock and you watched him struggle to take it all in his throat. “Mommy…” he manages to choke out again, “love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

Yuji’s trembling behind Megumi, attempting with all his might to fight the urge to fuck upwards as Megumi clenches around him. “Yuji,” you laugh softly when you’re all the way down, “you can move now. We can take it.”

“Oh thank god.” He groans, thrusting his hips.

Megumi almost screams. It’s a high, pitchy, broken sound that echoes from the very back of his worn-out throat and hits your veins like a shot of heroin, something addictive you’ll never be able to forget even after this is all over. You bounce harder, grinding and rolling your skilled hips over his wildly overstimulated cock until he’s actually sobbing, actually choking out thick tears into the air of the room.

The pleasure is unbearable, blinding his eyes. You on his cock, pussy hugging him warmly, Yuji shoved up inside him and tracing filthy little patterns over his sweet spots. It’s too much, just too much, and the way he starts babbling nonsense proves it.

“You feel so fucking good around me,” he cries out into your tits, his mouth mindlessly wetting the lace. “Your tits are so fucking pretty, I’d stay here f-forever…” he trails off, letting his mouth latch onto one of your nipples through the fabric. You gasp and arch, shoving your chest further into his needy lips.

“Oh fuck,” Yuji chimes in. “He’s- he’s really tight when you do that, when he sucks your tits. He must l-like it a lottttt-“ he slurs, pink hair sticking to his skin. You laugh, high and broken, so infused with moans it’s barely even a giggle but a short broken huff of breath. “Yeah. Fuck yeah he does.”

You manage to reach a shaking hand up to Yuji’s head, where he’s resting back against the headboard, sitting back and enjoying the show like he isn’t an active participant. He cranes into your touch obediently, and you lean forwards until your mouth is attached to his and Yuji moans against your lips.

His tongue is different to Megumi’s, active and intense and strong in the way it traces your teeth and claims the spit inside your mouth. Megumi figures out what’s happening, your tits now pressed into his chest, and wraps his arms around your waist.

“Fuck, Megs, come here-“ you mewl, grabbing a fistful of spiky hair and pulling him inwards. The kiss that ensues is the lewdest thing you’ve ever experienced in your whole life.

Your tongues all shove together, active pink muscles fighting for space and time leading the kiss, three types of spit and Yuji’s leftover pre from Megumi’s mouth mixing and dripping; dribbling down your chins and necks and your soft tits that Megumi is still somehow managing to grope even like this.

Your nipples are sore from all his suckling at the damp lace rubbing across your tits. But it feels amazing when they rub harshly up against his chest as the kiss continues, fingers tugging at hair and fluid spilling everywhere. There's slick from you, slippery and soaking Megumi's base, your own thighs burning and glossed. There's cum from both Megumi and Yuji, thick stickiness that dribbles out and mixes obscenely on everybody's hot skin.

You’re still bouncing, grinding your clit furiously against your fingers until your muscles spasm through your entire body and you see stars. Poor, sensitive and pathetic Megumi almost appears to pass out when you cum around him, raking deep lines into your back where he hugs you tightly and gasps.

“That’s it, baby-“ you manage to choke out through your own orgasm, blindly shuddering and clenching. “That’s it, let it all out, be a good b-boy-“

Megumi shatters in a mess of tears and wispy cum when you say it like that, pumping so much into you it slips out of you in creamy, filthy rivulets. And then Yuji cums, somehow managing to tug you both forwards with his strong arms just barely wrapped around you.

It pushes you deeper on Megumi’s overstimulated cock and pushes Megumi deeper onto Yuji’s overstimulated cock, cum leaking from both of you now as Yuji firmly fills your boyfriend up with him still inside you. “Oh fuck fuck fuck,” Yuji gasps, “you’re both so hot, oh my goddd, fuck-“

You all lie like that in a tangled, sweaty, sticky mess for a good ten minutes as you regain something that feels close to consciousness. “Wow,” Yuji says first, his voice somehow hoarse and rejuvenated at the same time. “That was even better than the last time we did that. Wasn’t it?” He asks you excitedly.

You smile and press a tired, affectionate peck to his arm. “Mhm.”

And then you all softly roll over, Megumi still tightly pressed between you both. When Yuji pulls out with a soft 'schlick' noise, Megumi gasps softly against your tits at the sudden emptiness. “Shh, s’okay.” You kiss his forehead, still joined at the hips with him, and tuck him into your body more.

“Yu, do you wanna use our shower?” You ask casually, petting Megumi’s head to bring him back from that little space inside his head. “You can use all our stuff, knock yourself out.”

“Cool!” He grins, like he’s already eyeing up the vanilla-scented bodywash you told him about last month in his head. “Do you wanna watch a movie after? I could make popcorn for us all-“

“I’d love that.” You say happily, “go pick after your shower.”

When you and Megumi finally get into the bathroom after Yuji, it smells of vanilla (as to be expected) and there’s a soft cloud of steam hazing over you both. Shampoo foams on your hands as you work it into his scalp, white bubbles overtaking the dark spikes that still refuse to lie quite flat even under the spray. He returns the favour, warm water drifting down your hair as his pale fingers softly lather it against your head.

It’s an unspoken post-sex ritual between you, a way to ground yourselves. Even more so as Megumi (slightly limping and dazed) gets out of the shower, tugging a shirt and sweats on as you both walk into the living room to greet Yuji. You steal a handful of popcorn, and then the tv remote.

Somewhere during the film, Megumi drifts off asleep with his head on your thighs while Yuji takes it upon himself to quietly slip out, waving you an enthusiastic goodbye with wet hair and his skin smelling of your own bodywash.

The apartment smells of vanilla and popcorn and just a little of sex, but Megumi Fushiguro doesn’t think he’s ever slept better than curled up on your lap with your fingers combing through his hair.

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a/n: I’ve wanted to write a longer part two for sooo long, I hope I did it justice! :p

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