twink 女神 maeda riku

Your voice was hushed, but to Riku, you might as well have been screaming.

“All he wants to do is hold hands and look into my eyes when we fuck. Honestly, it’s boring. I don’t know if I can keep pretending to enjoy it anymore.”

Riku’s stomach lurched. He thought back to all those times you spent together under the duvet in his tiny apartment, his face between your thighs whilst the morning sun filtered in through the blinds. Were you bored then?

He staggered backwards, away from the door. He balled his hands up into fists and ran back downstairs.

In his rush to get away, he slammed body first into a stranger.

“Dude, are you crying?” The partygoer said, starting to laugh.

Riku pushed past him and ran out of the house. He rubbed his cheeks roughly, finding them wet. He pulled up his sleeve and hurriedly wiped his face.

Shivering on Sion’s front lawn, Riku made a promise to himself. He would give you exactly what you wanted.

—

“Riku, it’s me! I brought Chinese food!”

You let yourself into Riku’s apartment, balancing two heavy plastic takeaway bags on each arm. You kicked off your heels and headed for the kitchen.

There was no sign of Riku. Knowing him, he was probably asleep. You set the bags down on the kitchen countertop and started to unpack, humming to yourself as you did.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your back.

Before you realised what was happening, you were being pushed down onto the countertop. Your cheek touched the cool marble.

“What the fuck?”

You turned your head to the side to look behind you. Riku was standing behind you, brows furrowed. His normally sweet and angelic face was twisted into something you didn’t recognise.

“Riku, what are you doing-?”

“Shut up,” Riku barked in a tone you’d never heard from him before.

You felt your panties grow wet at the sound.

One of his hands came around to your front. He slipped it under your shirt and cupped your breast. When his rough fingers skated over your nipple, you shuddered.

He pushed up your shirt and bra, so that your breasts were exposed. You lifted your head to look out of the window at the street outside.

“Baby,” you said, breathless. “What if the neighbours see us?”

Riku didn’t respond. Instead, he pinched your nipple between his fingers, making you hiss.

You could feel his erection pressing into your back when he pushed you flush against the counter. He let go of your breast and turned his attention back to your ass.

Riku’s hands skated up your bare thigh, and fingered the hem of your skirt. He reached underneath the skirt and hooked his fingers in your underwear.

“Right here?” you said, biting your lip.

He pulled your underwear all the way down your legs, to your ankles. You stepped out of them.

“Is this about what happened at the party last weekend? I didn’t mean for you to hear-”

You gasped. Riku lifted up your skirt, higher, higher, until it was bunched at your waist. The cool air caressed your bare pussy. You were suddenly aware of your nakedness.

“Mmm. That’s better,” Riku murmured, brushing his fingers over the hair above your pussy.

Warmth flooded your cheeks.

“Riku, please-”

His tight grip on your hips meant that you were trapped between him and the counter. You tried to grind back against him.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp slap on your ass.

You jerked forwards, gasping. Your hips bruised against the marble counter. There was a dull ache on your ass cheek, where Riku had hit you.

Riku was never like this. You felt a heat between your legs, and you were overcome with a desire to be touched.

“You’re such a… a bitch,” Riku said. “Look at you. Bent over the counter in the middle of the day. Think about Mrs Martinez across the road, what would she say if she saw you like this?”

You could hear your heart thudding in your ears.

You felt his hand brush lazily over your pussy lips, fingers collecting your wetness. He rubbed your clit in agonisingly slow circles.

“Damn,” he said, under his breath. “Do you always get this wet when you act like a whore?”

You blinked hard. You were not used to these kinds of words from your sweet boyfriend.

“Don’t tease,” you whispered. You pushed up onto your hands, but as soon as you did, Riku shoved you back down onto the counter.

“Stay still.”

You felt Riku push two fingers into your pussy, firm and steady. You groaned, feeling the familiar stretch of him inside you.

Your thighs were beginning to tremble.

“Shh,” he muttered, curling his fingers inside your pussy. “You wanted this.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, the marble cool against your burning cheek.

He pumped his fingers once, slow, and then again. Your entire body jerked.

“Think you can take more?”

Riku pushed a third finger into your pussy, and then a fourth. The stretch grew into a delicious, throbbing ache.

Your mouth fell open. You moaned, but no sound came out of your mouth.

You could feel your pussy clenching around him, trying to push him out.

Riku leant down, his lips at your ear. You tried to turn back to look at him, but his weight on top of you made it impossible.

And then he reached round with his other hand, his fingers circling your clit in vicious circles. He was relentless, the feel of him inside you, on top of you, on your clit. It was all too much.

“Riku!” You cried out, voice bouncing off the walls of the tiny kitchen.

“That’s it, baby,” he moaned, pumping his fingers in and out of you. “Now come for me, you little slut.”

Your orgasm hit you hard, ripping through your whole body until your legs shook. You felt a warm gush between your legs.

Riku groaned in surprise when he felt you squirt all over his hand.

He pulled himself off of you, slumping down onto the floor.

You were too shaky to stand. You slid down onto the floor next to Riku. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and buried your head in his chest.

You heard the comforting thud of his heart, and nuzzled your cheek against the soft cotton of his T shirt.

When you had regained your breath, you turned to look at him.

Riku’s dark cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were glistening. He looked exhausted.

“Baby,” you cooed. “That was… unbelievable.”

He shrugged, giving you a teary smile.

“You did all that for me? You really are the best boyfriend ever.”

Riku blew out his cheeks in a pout.

“I’m so sorry. I should have talked to you about our sex life, not Yushi. Can you forgive me?”

Riku looked at you. His chocolate eyes sparkled in the kitchen lights.

He smiled at you through his lashes.

“I guess I can forgive you.”

You leaned forwards and gave him a long, slow kiss.

Riku kissed you back, his soft lips melting against yours. He pulled you onto his lap, his mouth never leaving yours.

As you kissed messily, one of his hands dipped between your legs and brushed against your pussy.

You gasped, still sensitive. You had almost forgotten that your lower half was still completely bare.

You looked at Riku’s face. He was smirking at you. Pretty. Devilish.

Your heart swooped.

What had you gotten yourself into?

-

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You sat next to each other in your sleeping bags, the tent tightly zipped up.

Every now and then, a tree branch would brush the tent, or something would skitter past, and you would both flinch.

An owl hooted, and Ryo grabbed your hand.

“What are you doing?” you said, trying to shake his hand off.

Ryo’s voice was a whisper. “I was just trying to comfort you. You seem kind of scared.”

You smiled. “Right. I’m the scared one.”

You reached into your pack and pulled out a bottle of tequila. You took a quick swig, feeling the crackle of warmth spread through your lungs.

“Here,” you said, giving it to Ryo.

“Alcohol?” he said in a squeak.

You chuckled. “Drink it. To stay warm.”

Ryo took a big gulp, then another, and you realised you’d forgotten to warn him about how strong it was.

“Okay. Enough,” you said, pulling it from his lips.

He shivered, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Feels nice.”

“Wow,” you said, “You are drunk, Hirose.”

Ryo laughed, and somehow, you were hugging him. You weren’t sure who initiated it, but it felt incredible.

You wrapped your arms over his broad back, digging your fingers into his soft hoodie. You buried your nose and mouth in his shoulder. He hugged you firm and strong, without the faintest hint of awkwardness. God, he even smelled good, like leaves and rainy soil. You had no idea teenage boys could smell good.

Even in the pitch black woods, you felt safe.

Ryo shuffled, holding out his arm for you to rest on, and you lay down. His arm was a thousand times softer than the prickly ground of the tent.

Resting your head on Ryo’s shoulder, pressing your cheek to his warm throat, tangling your fingers in his silky hair, you drifted off to sleep.

At one point in the night, you even realised that your legs were intertwined with his. You were clinging to his leg with both of your thighs, while his other leg was curved over your hip.

If you had been fully awake, you would have realised this was totally inappropriate for two classmates who were practically strangers. But tonight, your guard was down. It just felt right.

-

You woke with a gasp.

There was a faint blue light, so it must have been nearly dawn.

You cringed, realising you must have been having a sex dream. Your lips were tingling. Your whole body was warm and relaxed, like you were bathing in syrup. The most humiliating part was the sweet throbbing between your legs.

Your underwear was probably swimming. You had spare panties in your backpack, but there was no way to get them now.

You rubbed your eyes, looking for Ryo …

He was sprawled out, occupying the whole tent, one arm over his head. You realised he was the reason you had woken up.

Ryo was talking in his sleep.

“Give it to me…” he mumbled, tossing his head. “Put it on me. Please.” He wriggled in his sleep, his hips jerking forwards. “Let me in.”

You realised what was happening. Ryo was having a sex dream too.

You struggled not to laugh out loud. You had to see where this was going. You made a mental note to tease him about this for the rest of his life.

Ryo’s head turned, his lips falling open, his red tongue poking out of his mouth. Drool leaked over his cheek. His freckled cheeks hollowed as his tongue ran over his lips.

With the hand that wasn’t above his head, Ryo cupped his bulge, over his trousers. He pinched his dick with his thumb and forefinger in sloppy squeezes as he spoke.

Sleeping Ryo is kind of a perv, you thought.

Ryo’s thick eyelashes fluttered, his head turning towards you.

Your heart leapt into double speed. If his eyes were open, he would have been looking right at you.

“Just for a minute…” Ryo mumbled. “Let me put it in… Y/n.”

You shrieked. Ryo had said your name.

Ryo’s eyelids flew open. He was staring right at you, his eyes red and watery, still squeezing his dick in one hand.

You both looked down. Ryo slowly flexed his fingers, staring at them like they belonged to someone else. Ryo’s cock stuck up like a pin under his waterproof trousers.

When he looked up, his face was stained a dark purple and he could not meet your eye.

“Ryo,” you said a little hysterically. “You’re pitching a tent.”

He laughed automatically, then groaned, covering his face with his hands and rolling onto his back.

“You talk a lot in your sleep,” you said.

“No. God. Please. Did I say all of that out loud?” he said, his voice muffled.

He turned on his side so he was facing away from you.

You crawled over to him, hugging his back as you had earlier.

Ryo went completely stiff under your touch.

“You did,” you whispered. “You said a lot of things. About sex. About wanting to be inside … me.”

Ryo gulped. He was speechless for a whole minute. “Don’t take it personally. Please. It’s just biology. You’re so lucky you’re not a guy.”

“Felt pretty personal to me,” you said quietly. “And girls get morning wood too.”

Ryo turned to stare at you when you said that. You saw his furrowed brows, his tongue peeking out of his lips. He was trying to figure out what you meant by that comment.

You reached out experimentally and touched his clothed erection. It was so hard it resisted your touch. It almost bounced back into place. You ran your fingers over it, squeezing it in your fist.

Ryo shuddered violently.

You pushed him down onto the ground and straddled him. You dug your fingers under his hoodie. You traced the lines of his hot, concave stomach. You fingered the loose hairs of his happy trail.

Pushing his hoodie up, you buried your face in Ryo’s chest, rubbing your cheek in the sweet crevice between the planes of his pecs.

When you kissed one of his nipples, he grabbed the hair at the back of your head.

You took that as a sign that he liked it, latching on and running your tongue around the hard, protruding flesh, before moving to bite the other nipple. You dug your fingers into the gaps between his rib bones. You clawed at the surprisingly firm flesh of his chest.

“I just - I’ve never done this before,” Ryo said quickly, as you pushed his hoodie and T-shirt over his head, leaving him shirtless, and began to suck the soft skin under his jaw. “Go slow.”

You’d had some boyfriends, but you’d never had sex either. You weren’t about to tell Ryo that.

“You want to do this, don’t you?” you whispered, pulling back to stare into his dark, starry eyes, like coins at the bottom of a wishing well.

Ryo just looked flustered.

“I mean…” you said, your heart sinking. “I want to do this.”

Ryo let out a long, shaky sigh. “Yes. I think. I want to do this.”

“Should I give it to you, then?” you teased.

“Give it to me,” he mouthed, smiling shyly.

“Open your mouth,” you said, squeezing his soft cheek, and running your thumb over his freckled cheekbone.

Ryo slowly parted his lips.

You kissed his sweet red mouth. You held his jaw open with one hand, tipping his head back so you could thrust your tongue inside. You licked all the way around his cheeks. You twirled your tongue with his, teaching him the moves, feeling him get more confident. When you coiled his hair in your fist, he moaned, “Y/n.”

“Wow,” you said, eyeing his embarassed face. “You love saying my name.”

“It was an accident,” he mumbled.

“It was hot,” you said.

You couldn’t hide your curiosity about Ryo’s manhood anymore.

You crawled down his body, running your hands over his bare chest and stomach, till you were face to face with his clothed erection. It rose again under your gaze.

“Y/n,” Ryo said, breathing deeply. “Please. Be gentle.”

Your mouth watered at the thick red and white checked waistband of his boxer shorts. The ridges of his abs made it ripple. The skin of his stomach, with its smattering of dark hair, looked so soft and welcoming. You carefully unbuttoned and unzipped his waterproof trousers, then pulled the whole lot down.

His dick sprang into your face, a deep, delicious purple in the dawn light.

Curved yet rigid, rising between thick hair, Ryo’s cock looked so much more animal than the rest of his soft, shining body. It looked almost prehistoric.

Ryo pushed himself up onto his elbows and stared at you as hard as humanly possible.

You nuzzled into his cock, rubbing your cheek against the hot flesh, just feeling it out with the fingers of your other hand. It was the strangest texture, somewhere between silk and velvet, getting slicker all the time. Even here, Ryo smelled good. Musky.

You leaned in and pressed your lips to his tip, tasting the salty moisture, wondering what to do next.

Throwing his head back, Ryo mumbled something once, then twice. You had no idea if he knew what he was saying. “Let me in. Let me in.”

You laughed and took his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, licking up and down the length, touching your cheek to feel its shape through the skin.

When you began sucking on it, Ryo jerked violently, hitting the floor of the tent with his fists.

Ryo was a mess. If he could have told you to stop before, he couldn’t now. His eyes were closed as he writhed on the floor of the tent. His abs rippled with every movement of your mouth.

A few times, Ryo reached out, almost grabbing your hair before clenching his fists.

Not stopping the rhythm of your head, you twined his fingers into your hair.

Ryo moaned. He slipped his fingers through your hair and stroked all over your face—your forehead, your cheeks, your eyelids. He touched you like he might still be dreaming.

You were getting tired from the ache in your jaw, so you let Ryo’s dick spring free and crawled up his body again.

You kicked off your jeans, leaving you in just your underwear, then rolled so Ryo was on top of you.

Ryo stared down at you with dazed eyes as his fingers searched between your bodies.

Ryo found your panties. He patted the soaked fabric in awe. Every time he brushed your clit, your pussy throbbed unbearably.

“Wow,” he said. “It’s just like I imagined. Wet.”

He held your panties to the side with his thumb so he could drag his finger through your wetness.

“Oh god,” he said, cupping your bare mound with his whole hand. It was shockingly intimate. You felt something ooze out against his rough fingers.

“Heaven,” Ryo said, shutting his eyes as he slipped one finger inside you. He started stroking the sensitive ridges at the edge of your pussy almost automatically.

You were so turned on that every touch was a line of fire to the tip of your toes. You felt your orgasm creeping up. You tried to fight the pleasure - Ryo’s ego would never recover if you came right now.

“I never want to leave,” Ryo said, pushing in another finger, then a third. His mouth fell open when he heard the loud squelching sound coming from between your legs.

“You’re a real perv, Hirose,” you breathed.

Ryo was too focused on your pussy to hear your comment.

Thoughtlessly, Ryo began pushing your panties down your legs. You felt his cock brush the skin of your inner thigh for the first time. It was like a homing mechanism. Ryo’s cock was coming home.

It was hot and hard as it glided through your thick hair. It was so close to your pussy now. It would take nothing for him to penetrate you - one motion, one easy glide then you and Ryo would be joined.

You imagined Ryo spearing you deep. You imagined the satisfaction as he touched your very core. You wondered if he would fuck you strong and fast, or slow and teasing. You felt a primal need like you’d never felt before.

Only, you didn’t have any condoms. You despaired.

“Yes,” Ryo said breathlessly. “Mum.”

“What?” you said.

“No. Sorry. I mean my mum gave me these condoms on my birthday - it was so embarassing.”

Ryo crawled to the side of the tent, naked except for the trousers hanging around his knees, and fetched the dimly glittering pink strip of plastic.

You felt an urge to kiss him in gratitude. Then, you realised you’d already acted cock hungry enough for one boy’s brain. You held your tongue.

“Oh,” you said coolly. “Nice.”

Ryo chuckled at your reaction. He pushed it to the side, tore the plastic, then held the glistening tip of the condom and carefully pushed it over his dick.

Ryo moved back over you, his body frozen - and you realised he was not going to make the first move.

“Just give it to me,” you said, making Ryo chuckle in embarassment.

You pulled his hips towards you, hard, feeling his cock slide into your pussy like they were made for each other.

Now, you could no longer hold back. You let out a low groan of satisfaction as Ryo’s cock hit the perfect spot deep within you.

“Heaven,” you whispered, only half joking.

“Don’t tease,” Ryo said with a smile. He grabbed your face and kissed you deeply to shut you up. As his tongue moved effortlessly over yours, his hips snapped back into the instinctive rhythm they’d had when he was dreaming.

“You really could fuck me in your sleep,” you said, laughing to hide the fact that you were on the verge of coming.

“This is better than all my dreams,” Ryo whispered.

Ryo plunged into you, deeper than he ever had, and you suddenly felt yourself orgasming. You tangled your legs with Ryo’s, shuddering and hugging him tight to hide the contortions of your face.

“Wait, did you just-” Ryo, his voice high.

“Shut up about it,” you said, although it was hard to be angry about anything when your whole body was melting.

“Oh no. It’s happening,” Ryo said shakily, hugging you just as tight as his body stiffened in his orgasm. His fists pressed your back so hard it almost hurt. You felt a strange kind of warmth between your legs.

Then you were both panting, collapsed side by side on the floor of the tent.

You realised that the sex you’d just had was more appropriate for a boyfriend and girlfriend than two horny classmates.

The tent was light now. You heard birds singing.

Ryo unzipped the tent and threw the condom outside, mouthing ‘Yuck’.

“I can’t believe we just had sex,” you said, pulling up your panties.

“My head is spinning,” Ryo breathed. “I think I need to lie down.”

“So I’m that good, huh?” you teased as you shimmied into your jeans and smoothed out your shirt. You expected another witty comeback from Ryo.

Ryo had his back turned to you and was pulling on his hoodie when he spoke. “I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in real life.”

You realised that Ryo was not joking. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“I liked you since the day I met you. That’s why I did this stupid wilderness club.” Ryo turned to face you, transformed into his shy, nerdy self all over again. “I think we should date, Y/n. I mean, the sex part clearly works. And I’m really interesting. You haven’t even heard half of my jokes yet. Just consider it, okay?”

“Okay,” you said, grinning. “Just let me hold the map from now on.”

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⋆˚✮ ｡ “Wait–you’ve never eaten anyone out before?” 

Yushi is blushing before you can even finish asking the question. You can tell he’s trying to be nonchalant, but even just the shake of his head is shrouded in polite shyness. 

“I’ve just never gotten a chance,” His quiet voice becomes impossibly soft. 

You nod, understandably. It makes sense that the sweet boy has never had a chance to get so intimate with anyone, considering his lack of experience. To his credit, he manages to hold eye contact with you.

“Before I started dating Sion, I hadn’t really been eaten out before,” you scrunch up your nose thinking about all the people you wasted your time with, “Men are dogs, ushi. They only want one thing.”

“Hey!” Your boyfriend shouts in retaliation. 

It’s hard to take Sion seriously because his head is halfway buried in one of the cheap cabinets you both found at a yard sale. It’s a dark brown color that makes Sion’s blonde hair contrast wildly, even though you can only see the ends of it. Sion is cleaning up the board game you were all playing just 20 minutes ago. It had started intensely with Sion getting competitive and spewing nonsense about winning in his home territory. Yet, by the last round, Yushi was so ahead in points that Sion practically begged you to take over his character. You ended up playing for both of you while Sion talked Yushi’s ear off about nothing and everything all at once, hence how you ended up on the topic of sexual experiences.

“Not you, baby,” You yell back at Sion from the couch, but wink at Yush, who sits on the other end. Yushi fails to bite back a small smirk.

“Are you guys talking shit about me?” Sion finally comes over and squishes himself between you and the couch arm. He envelops himself around you, his fingers closing around your waist tightly.

“A little,” Yushi swiftly responds.

“No,” You answer at the same time. 

The three of you fall into a fit of giggles. Sion, being the ever-giddy man he is, somehow manages to fall onto you with laughter. The action makes you nearly bump your forehead into Yushi’s shoulder, given how tightly you’re packed onto the small couch—another yard sale find. Yushi’s smile reveals his teeth as he lends a hand to help you sit up straight.

“I’m sorry, Sion, but it’s true! There’s a lot of guys who don’t care for giving oral and just want to get their dick wet.”

“It just feels kinda intimate…” Yushi adds on quietly, “Compared to fingering, I guess.”

“The intimacy of oral is the best part!” Sion exclaims, and you think about how true it is. 

Your mind betrays you by flashing the image of Sion on his knees two nights ago. You can still feel his plump lips kiss the inside of your thighs. You blink it away with a deep breath. Yushi tilts his head at Sion. He hums before speaking.

“Then, if I get the chance soon, I might give it a try.”

“Do you want to?” Sion, who lets you press your back against his chest, asks deceitfully innocently. 

You know where this is going. That same two nights ago, you confessed to Sion how attractive you thought Yushi was. Sion had expressed his interest in getting to know each other more intimately. Then, he was swiftly between your legs, teasing you about how much you wanted the younger man.

Yushi has gone quiet again, though. It must be strange to talk about these sorts of things with his hyung while you’re here. He nods his head once with a firm hai.

“Sion is really good at it,” you cup one hand on his cheek and shake his head playfully, “He could teach you!”

Sion returns the affection by placing a loud, wet kiss behind your ear. It makes you giggle because of how much it tickles. Sion’s grin is so wide you know his cheeks must hurt. Yushi, on the other hand, looks half mortified. 

“I don’t know…” his smile looks more like a grimace than anything. 

“It can be nice for you, too,” Sion insists, “The sounds this cutey makes always get me so hard, and then the way they squeeze–”

“Sion! Babe, you’ll scare off the poor man!” 

Dial it down, you tell him with a squeeze of your hands on his.

Yushi’s blush is back. It coats his cheeks and the tips of his ears sweetly. His eyes betray him, though. You can see the way they shine with curiosity, the way he’s eager to hear more. The subtle biting of his bottom lip tells you all you need to know. 

“It’s true,” Sion only shrugs at you before addressing Yushi again, “I wouldn’t mind teaching you sometime, you know?”

“I do want to learn.” 

Yushi doesn’t look at Sion when he says it, he looks directly at you. Sure, he’s still blushing, but his gaze has gotten more intense now. Your pulse pounds with it. Something about it tells you he wants you just as badly as you want him. You then feel Sion’s hand come down on your thigh. He swiftly kneads the flesh, taking your attention from Yushi. It’s possessive, but not jealous. When you look over at Sion, he’s got a knowing smirk on his lips. 

“What do you think, baby? You wanna let him practice on you?”

Sion refuses to tear his eyes from you. His thumb rubs your thigh with a steady squeeze. He wants you to know it’s completely up to you. You’ve got total control. The very fact makes something light itself alive in your stomach. 

“Yeah,” you mutter, “I want it.”

Sion’s lips quirk. 

“Tell him, not me.”

God, you simultaneously hate the smug look on his face. But the confidence radiating off him makes you fearless, too. In a second you’re turning to Yushi, who is completely captivated by you two. You watch as his tongue drags over his bottom lip. 

“I want you to eat me out, ushi.”

Yushi immediately answers in Japanese you don’t quite understand. Luckily, Sion is quick to explain with a giggle. 

“He just asked if he’s dreaming.” 

A grin breaks out on your face without your permission. Cute.

“Not a dream,” You hum, “A fantasy of mine, is all.”

“Baby, now you’re scaring him.” Sion, whose hand has crept further up your thigh now, warns into your ear. 

“You’re . . . sure?” Yushi’s eyes flicker between the two of you. He’s seeking Sion’s opinion, you realize. 

Sion responds by pressing soft kisses up against your ear. It makes your skin prickle with nerves.

“It’s not up to me,” He trails his lips down your neck as he talks, “but if it was, I would’ve had you on your knees between my baby’s thighs ten minutes ago.”

A gasp involuntarily leaves your lips as you feel Sion bite hard on the spot he knows you’re most sensitive. You whine his name, half annoyed, half aroused. You can feel Sion smile against your skin, satisfied.

“I’m attracted to you both, what can I say?” He says it like he’s reciting the weather. It’s straightforward—fact. It doesn’t make you doubt his love for you. It only flames the growing fire in your stomach. 

Your stomach, currently hiding under the hem of your shirt, now ticklish as Sion’s fingers creep up your body. You can’t help but melt into his touch. His hands squeeze and his lips barely brush your skin. The juxtaposition makes your mind spin. The fluttering of your eyelids make it hard to focus, but you can see how attentive Yushi is to it all. 

“Can—“ you cut off an embarrassing whine before it fully forms, “Can you two kiss?”

Sion only seems slightly reluctant to remove his touch on you. Yushi, on the other hand, immediately stutters with embarrassment.

“Me and Sion?”

“You don’t want to?” Sion practically jumps onto Yushi, laughing as he embraces him tightly. He’s halfway off the couch, halfway on both you and Yushi. 

Watching as Yushi pushes his hyung away, you can tell he’s trying to bury endearment as Sion puckers his lips dramatically. He’s being standoffish on purpose. The throw blanket once draped on Yushi’s side of the couch is halfway on the floor with how much they’re struggling. 

“Please, ushi?” You let one hand wander to Yushi’s arm, batting your lashes.

“Sion will be good. Right, baby?” You tug at Sion’s hair for good measure.

“The best,” Sion’s grin splits his face wide open. 

“Alright, you don’t have to pout,” Yushi mutters at you, but his ears are still flaming.

Sion eventually settles in between the two of you, giggling as he makes himself comfortable. It’s your turn to lay a possessive hand on his thigh. Yushi’s eyes flicker to you and he catches you staring at his pink lips. 

“Go ahead, ushi,”

The moment Yushi meets Sion’s eyes, you can tell he’s done for. His gaze is so clouded, so focused on the older man. You watch as Sion brings one hand up to Yushi’s jaw, pulling him in close. As soon as their lips touch, all giddiness evaporates from the air. Something electric settles into the room. They kiss softly at first. Small smacks fill the room as Sion begins to explore Yushi. It’s addicting. Sion slowly becomes more dominant. His fingers trailing into Yushi’s hair, mouth absolutely ravaging the other. And Yushi is so pliant, taking it so obediently and opening his mouth to let Sion in. Yushi’s breath literally stutters when Sion’s hand comes down to squeez around his throat. 

That makes Sion giggle again. 

“He’s so cute,” Sion turns his face to you, completely ignoring Yushi, but keeping his hand on his throat, “Can we keep him?”

The skin on your lips is thoroughly chewed on. Everything feels so hot. Even through Sion’s jeans, you can feel a warmth radiating. The small couch feels more cramped than usual.

“C’mere, ushi,” you need to feel it for yourself.

Yushi doesn't keep up the pretense this time. He escapes from where Sion’s got him by the throat, and leans his body over so he can press his lips to yours. 

The kiss starts desperate this time. His mouth is warm and wet from kissing Sion. There’s no pecks, no soft presses. Yushi bites and sucks your lips into his. You let him because you like seeing him riled up. 

“He’s needy,” Sion mumbles.

You kiss Yushi just as eager and it absolutely destroys him. He starts panting into your mouth, groaning as he lets you take control. You go to thread your fingers through his hair only to find Sion’s hand is already there. You open your eyes to find your boyfriend and Sion’s eyes have become so dark.

“Bedroom?”

*******

“Slow down,” Sion coaxes Yushi with a tug of the younger’s hair. 

You immediately feel a difference in the way Yushi’s tongue circles your folds. It makes your breath shudder, your mouth falling with it. It doesn’t go unnoticed by either man.

“There you go,” Sion drags out the vowels, “Good boy,”

Lord.

Yushi lets out a whimper at that, and the flip of your stomach is addicting. There’s no doubt your lips are swollen with how hard you’re biting down on them. Yushi’s a fucking dream and Sion agrees. A quick scoff of a laugh falls from the older’s mouth. 

“You like that, hmm?” 

Sion guided Yushi through it all. The initial taste: how fucking helpless Yushi sounded when his tongue licked into you. The pace: reigning Yushi back when he got too excited, shoving him deeper when you needed more. The method: suctioning in all the right places, licking right where you needed, and kissing where it was considered too raunchy. Sion tells Yushi to pay attention to your breaths, to lock his eyes onto yours. He tells him how wet you get when his fingers dig into your thighs. 

And—lord—now he’s got Yushi teasing you the exact way Sion does when he wants to prolong your pleasure. An act you simultaneously hate and adore Sion for every time he pulls it on you. Depending on the day, naturally.

You force your eyes open to appreciate the way Sion grips Yushi’s dark hair. Another whimper echoes through the room as Yushi’s tongue dips into your needy hole. Sion mutters something about how Yushi’s tongue will be sore tomorrow, but it completely flies over your head. 

“Oh my god,” You squeak out, “Good—feels so good, ushi.”

Your words only encourage him to prod deeper into you. The way the muscle reveres you is sinful. Pure lust and sex fill the bedroom. The smell makes you dizzy with desire. The speed of your heartbeat pounds in your ears.

“You okay, baby?” Sion’s hand takes yours. 

You realize with a start how hard you’d been gripping the sheets. Yushi pulls his mouth from you so you can focus on replying but all you can do is whine in his absence. A large hand cradles your jaw. Sion turns you to him, and he kisses the spot between your eyebrows. 

“Jesus, fuck,” You pout, “—ushi, you’re so good at that.”

“Woah, he’s taking all my credit—” Sion teases, “I taught him after all!”

Yushi somehow manages the softest giggle at that. In that moment, you thank whatever higher being brought these men before you. When you finally manage to meet Yushi’s eyes again, you find him in a trance. His chin is wet, and the tips of his hair are damp with sweat. His gaze, though still shy, holds an underlying hunger.

“Use your fingers, ushi” Sion cuts through the tension, mouth nipping at your neck.

Yushi somehow goes speechless. This isn’t about teaching him anymore. Sion is quick to add on, never one to deny you.

“Tease with just one.”

You watch as a tentative hand trails up your thigh. You steady your breath the best you can as it finally comes in contact with your wetness. Yushi does as Sion orders, running just one finger up and down your folds. He occasionally dips just the tip in you and it drives you insane.

“Go ahead,” Sion instructs.

There’s no resistance as Yushi slides a finger in. He curls it inward and you can tell he’s got more experience with this. Yushi starts massaging that finger into you, making you curse at how good it feels. Sion lets Yushi explore you like that. With a tug of your hand, you catch his attention. 

“Kiss, please.”

Sion doesn’t bother denying you. He gets right to it, all tongue and teeth clashing. It makes your heart skip a beat. When his bite down on your bottom lip is timed perfectly with Yushi’s slender finger hitting your gummy spot, you gasp loudly. 

“Pretty baby takes it so well,” Sion mutters right up against your lips, “but you need more, don’t you?”

You nod eagerly, anxious to see what he’ll give you. You hone in on the hand he trails down your stomach. His fingers quickly pinch your bundle of nerves and you nearly scream.

“Suck here,” He commands Yushi. 

Not a second later, Yushi’s lips wrap around your clit and suck hard. The sounds that leave you are so foreign to yourself. Sion’s got a shit-eating grin on his face. You’d retaliate with something—anything—but you can hardly focus with the way Yushi is practically making out with your clit. 

“Want you, too, baby,” You barely manage. Sion cooes at you. You’d shove him if he didn’t feel so good pressed against you. 

“Can you say please?” His stupid teasing is back and you’re just coherent enough to bite back at him. 

“Fuck off,” It’s something more of a whine—not nearly as mean as you want it to be. 

“So bossy,” Sion’s smile never leaves. Especially not as he maneuvers down to kneel next to Yushi. 

“Move this,” he positions your leg so you can rest it over his shoulder. He doesn’t waste any more time as his tongue glides around your clit alongside Yushi’s.

“Oh, fuck,” 

Sion hums into your bundle of nerves. You feel Yushi add another finger and it’s all so much. Their spit mixes together, tongues brushing alongside each other. One sucks and the other swirls. At one point, they just kiss each other right up against your wetness. Yushi’s fingers are relentless, never stuttering or faltering in pace. All it takes is Sion flicking his tongue back and forth at just the right angle, just the right pressure for you to come undone. 

You cum loud and unapologetic. The two men relish in it, slowly guiding you through it. You can feel eyes on you as you arch your back and your hands squeeze the covers once more. Yeah, you definitely just ruined these sheets. Practically soaked through the mattress, surely. You gargle out what sounds like a groan. Sion peppers kisses along your thigh. Yushi starts to suck harshly on the opposite thigh and you jerk your leg away. 

Sion tuts, “Say thank you, baby,”

You whine, ignoring him. “Not so hard, ushi," 

There’s a sudden slap on your clit.

“Thank you, sionie,” you squeak.

“Ehh?” Yushi sounds so offended.

“Thank you, ushi,” you murmur soon after. Sion fully laughs at that.

“You did so well pretty,” your boyfriend pecks your thigh, then pecks Yushi’s cheek, “both of you,”

“I’ll get a washcloth,” Yushi suddenly stands, pink spreading across his broad chest as he does so. You watch him nearly lose his footing when his feet catch on someone’s discarded jeans.

You meet Sion’s eyes and there’s a little twinkle in them that tells you he’s not finished. With you or with Yushi.

“Baby, I’m really hard,” Sion juts out his bottom lip. You scoff. You’re tired and you know how hard he goes after eating you out like that. It probably gets him more worked up than it does you. Yushi walks back in with a dark cloth.

“Fuck ushi, then. I’m out of commission for the next ten minutes,” 

Both of the men perk up at this. They exchange looks then shyly peer at you. They don’t move from their positions. Sion kneels before you. Yushi stands just a couple feet from the bed. Before they can ask, you tell them.

“I’m sure, but can ushi be on all fours so I can kiss him? I want to watch his brain turn to mush,”

“You’re evil,” Yushi lets out, quiet as ever. 

“There’s lube in the top drawer, don’t be shy,” Sion practically shoots to his feet at your insistence.

“I bet if you jerk him off while I open him up we can make him cry,” there’s a crazy glint in Sion’s eyes as he rips open a condom.

“And I’m the evil one,” you mutter to no one in particular as Yushi slowly situates himself on top of you. The washcloth is long forgotten. Your clit tingles in anticipation.

“You have condoms, right?” Yushi grumbles, putting up his act once more.

“Of course. You cleaned up before coming, right?” Sion is as smug as ever.

You giggle at the way Yushi flushes pink.

“You’re staying the night,” you kiss him.

the cabinet closed with a dull thud as you grabbed a glass and turned on the tap. with tired eyes, you watched the water rush out of the faucet. you eagerly gulped it down and wiped away any water that escaped down your chin.

your attention wandered to the sheer fabric covering the small window above the sink. the metal rings of the curtain scrapped against the curtain rod as you pushed it aside and peered through the window. in front of you was an unobscured view of the backyard, featuring a pool that was illuminated a bright marine blue by underwater lights.

you guys hit the ground running when you first arrived, dropping your things off and immediately heading out to explore the city. it was only just now that you realized you didn’t get to look at the rental fully, including the massive pool that demanded your attention.

you set the glass down on the marble countertop and searched around for your shoes. it was late into the night, and everyone was most likely fast asleep, exhausted from the long day they had, so you moved as quietly as possible.

you spotted them in the corner of the living room and slipped them on. the slight creak of the door made you wince, and you could only hope that no one heard it. your rushed steps scraped against the concrete and stopped abruptly when you reached the pool. the fluorescent water moved in ever-osculating waves with the bouts of wind, shining starkly against the almost pitch-black sky. with your shoes off, you felt the rough, sun-baked concrete dig into the soles of your feet.

the water was a refreshing contrast to the warm tiles you sat on. it sloshed around, lapping at your skin and trailing goosebumps up your legs as you got accustomed to the temperature.

the house was settled just outside the city, so the distant sound of cars whizzing by made you wonder where they were headed at such a late hour. for a while, you sat with the familiar smell of the chlorinated water and let it soak into your skin.

the same noisy door from earlier creaked behind you, making your eyes shoot open. you whipped your head towards the sound and peered into the dark doorway to see what caused it.

to your surprise, it was yushi standing there with a slightly confused expression.

“y/n? what are you doing out here?” sleep was still evident in his voice and his tousled hair. he walked over to where you were sitting, the blue hue of the pool highlighting his figure.

“i couldn’t sleep.” you confessed. “did i wake you?”

he shrugged, rubbing at his eyes. “not really, it’s not like i was getting much sleep either.”

he sat next to you, wrapping his arms around his knees. “was there a reason you couldn’t sleep?”

“my bed’s not the comfiest.” you snuck a glance his way but his gaze was trained on the pool, so you spoke to his side profile. “you’re not gonna give the water a try?” you punctuated your question with a couple kicks of your feet.

he shook his head dismissively, giving you a drawn smile. “it’s a little late.”

“oh, come on.” you whined. “just for a few minutes?”

he looked over at you for a moment and reluctantly agreed after seeing the look in your eyes. “fine.” he laughed at the noise of excitement that left your lips. he hiked up his pant legs and took off his shoes, lowering his legs into the pool next to you.

“this does feel nice,” he admitted.

the whole day had been rather hectic, so being out there by yourself was a chance to breathe and relax, but it was even better with yushi right next to you.

you liked him, wanted him. a lot. it came out of nowhere, instead of gradually like you’d see in your average romance movie. it was a late night, much like now. it was the shared laughs, how comfortable you felt around him, how easy it was to exist around him, that made you think about being in his company as more than a friend, to dream about it even, for months.

despite it being nighttime, it was still plenty hot outside. so you dragged your feet out of the pool, standing up and looking down at the loose nightshirt you were wearing.

you turned to yushi with a slight smirk, who was already staring up at you with unbridled curiosity. “i think i’m gonna go for a swim.”

his face contorted in suspicion, deciding if you were really going to go through with it. though, knowing you as much as he did, the answer was pretty obvious.

“are you serious..” the words didn’t even get the chance to leave his mouth properly. you already had your hands gripping hem of your shirt, pulling it up your body.

“of course,” you answered simply. his gaze lingered on your midriff before dragging up to your chest that was still obscured by your bra. you threw the shirt behind you, and next to go were your shorts. he turned away to look at the water again, he was staring a little too hard, but you were stripping right in front of him after all.

when he turned back to you, you were walking towards the stairs with a confident sway of your hips, almost like you knew he was watching.

you hissed as the water went past your legs and quickly slid the rest of your body into the pool. “fuck,” you laughed, “it’s so cold.” you moved around in the pool to adjust to the frigid temperature, the soft sound of water trickling around you at every movement.

yushi watched you slowly swim around like you were a koi fish in a pond, talking at random about what you were going to do the rest of the trip. it was your last question that sparked his attention.

“are you really gonna make me swim alone?”

he looked up from his legs, and you were suddenly right in front of him.

“huh?” he had heard every word that came out of your mouth.

“i said,” you dragged out in a sing-song tone, “are you gonna make me swim alone?” you sent a splash towards his legs, making him throw his hands up in a makeshift shield.

“you should get in here.” you tilted your head. “or not, it’s up to you.” you float away before he could answer. he thought about it for a moment, continuing to watch you.

behind you, you heard a splash that your body didn’t produce and turned around to see yushi standing up by the edge of the pool.

yushi threw his hands up in defeat. “fuck it, okay.”

a small, incredulous laugh left your mouth. “no way.”

“don’t be too shocked.” you couldn’t help but stare as he pulled his shirt over his broad shoulders. your eyes landed on his waist, trailing to his legs when he slipped out of his pants. you were burning a hole through him at this point. when he looked up at you, a shy smile painted his face before you both looked away.

he stepped out of the pile the fabric that was his pants and kicked them to the side, slipping into the pool right where he was standing. “i can’t believe i’m doing this,” he sighed softly, splashing water on himself. “why am i always doing everything you want?”

your eyebrows scrunched together with a giggle. “you don’t have to, you know.” though admittedly, you liked it that way. he was often so pliable at your hands, moving at your every direction. so far, you were only testing the waters, wondering how far you could go with him.

he hummed. “i don’t mind it, though. you always know how to have fun.” he was making his way towards you, his body becoming a swirled mosaic underwater.

“do i?”

“yeah. i couldn’t imagine this trip without you.” you softly smiled at him and started swimming around again, feeling more comfortable in the water.

at some point, you both settled by the edge of the pool, letting your legs float and staring up at the few stars in the sky.

“hey,” you pushed through the question without any hesitation. “have you ever gone skinny-dipping?”

he looked at you with the amount of confusion you predicted, and it pulled a childish giggle out of you.

“no?” he replied. it sounded more like a question than anything else. “do people actually do that?”

you shrugged your shoulders, peering down at the water. “i’ve heard.. stories.” you pushed off the wall of the pool to stand in front of him, creating a healthy distance between you both.

“do you wanna try?”

yushi blinked at you several times, like he was trying to process your words. you hoped that your expression could hide how nervous you were. maybe it was because you were tired, or he was too tempting of an image in front of you; it was most likely both, but the question slipped off your tongue before you could stop it.

the slightest amused smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “what if someone catches us?”

you raised your brows. it wasn’t a no. “that’s what makes it fun.”

“no one’s awake right now. i guess we’ll have to be quiet, anyway.” you stepped a fraction closer. “you can do that, right?”

“yeah.” his voice came in out a hushed tone

“good.” his gaze flickered to your hand as it surfaced from the water. you slipped your thumb under your soaked bra strap before slowly easing it down your shoulder. your other hand came up to do the same to the other strap. you reached behind you to unclasp your bra. water trickled out of the fabric as you brought it into the air and tossed it to the tiles surrounding the pool. you slid your underwear down your legs, and they reached the same destination as your bra.

your nipples immediately started to harden when introduced to the cold water, sending a pleasant shiver through you. yushi hadn’t moved an inch until you spoke up, your voice cutting through his thoughts.

“your turn,” your head motioned towards his lower half. his eyes pulled back up from the water to meet yours with effort, like they were overcoming the weight of cinder blocks.

“oh, right,” he stammered. he slowly slid out of his boxers, tossing the soaked fabric behind him and leaving both of you nude.

“how does it feel?”

“weird, but freeing.” the statement was a bit ironic considering he was still glued to the wall like a pool jet. “you seem so comfortable,” he remarked.

“you’re not?” you asked, even though it wouldn’t be unreasonable if that were the case. it was taking so much restraint to not pounce on him, pin him against the wall. your hands were still itching to reach out and touch him, so you did.

“come on.” you took his hands in yours, gently pulling him towards the middle of the pool. “it’s not that bad.”

“yeah, to you.” you rolled your eyes, sending a splash his way that barely missed his face and landed at his shoulder instead.

“hey! what was that for?”

“you need to lighten up.”

“lighten up? i’m in a pool, naked.” of course, he retaliated by splashing you back, except he didn’t miss your face.

your hands flew up to cover your face. “wait, it got in my eyes,” you whined.

“are you okay?” he got closer to you, close enough for your next attack to land. you got him back and burst out into a laughing fit when the splash landed square in his face.

“got you.”

“not funny.”

“why are you smiling then?” the embarrassed smile on his face slipped, quickly being replaced by a playful scowl.

a battle of sorts ensues between you, ending in a clear winning team.

“is this light enough for you? huh?” yushi joked, sending water your way. you were both breathless from laughing and exerting more energy than you should be at 1 am.

“yes! okay, you win,” you squealed, admitting defeat and wiping water away from your eyes.

you’re much closer to each other now, your breaths slowing down and mingling together. the beads of water clinging to his skin, water dripping from his dark hair, eyelashes stuck together in pretty spikes—it was a scene you could stare at for hours.

you looked towards the house. the windows were still dark. no one had woken up yet, even with the ruckus you created outside.

yushi seemed to gravitate towards you, his eyes scanning your face. you were alone, a few inches away from each other, naked, of course. you couldn’t think of a better opportunity.

“yushi,” you whispered. “can i kiss you?”

the silence was deafening, yet brief, as you used your next sentence to buffer the weight of your words. “if not, i under—”

he bridged the small gap between you two, and the words died on your tongue. his lips moved with such urgency, pulling away just a little before you crashed into each other again. he was waiting for you to ask that question, waiting to taste you. his hands magnetized to your waist, pulling you flush against his body.

you could feel everything, especially the weight of his hardening dick against your thigh.

he could feel it too, and he suddenly backed away from you.

“i’m sorry,” he breathed out.

you shook your head, your hand sliding up his chest. “no, come here.” your hand rested on the nape of his neck and pulled him back to your lips.

your fingers wove through his wet hair, your lips moving greedily against his. his ran his tongue along your bottom lip, searching for your permission before pushing his tongue into your mouth. he was seeing how hungry you were, if you wanted it just as much as he did, and you matched it eagerly.

his slender fingers curled around your waist and pulled you back into his embrace like you would disappear if he let go. you moaned into his mouth. every part of your bodies connected—your tongues languidly sliding past each other, your plush tits pushed against his chest, his dick pressed to your stomach, hard and insistent.

your chest heaved up and down with your heavy breaths as he broke the kiss, only to attach to your neck right after. he left desperate, scattered kisses up your neck, across your jawline, to your ear, not caring about the artificial saltiness clinging to your skin.

“i didn’t know how much more of this i could take,” yushi groaned into your ear, his hips rocking against you.

“was the teasing too much?” you asked with feigned innocence. “i didn’t mean too.”

“liar.” you huffed out a laugh. his hand traveled past your waist, stopping shy of your breast. your small gasps spilled in the air as he finally groped your breast, his thumb swiping over your hardened nipple with teasing strokes.

“i wanted to do this the second you took that bra off.” his lips brushed against your nipple, and the wet warmth of his mouth enveloped it, making you tilt your head back with a soft whimper. his tongue flattened against the bud before flicking across it incessantly.

“fuck,” you moaned out, your grip on his shoulder tightening. your other hand dipped into the water. there, your fingers circled around the base of his cock, earning yourself a low whine. the vibration of the noise against you sent a jolt of pleasure through you.

you never thought you’d be doing anything like this in a pool with anyone, especially yushi.

whenever you imagined your first encounter with him, it wasn’t in a swimming pool, late at night, trying your best to stay quiet. but the thrill of possibly being caught, the desperation that was leaking through his frantic touches, it had your heart picking up speed and your body so hot that the water was quickly evaporating off your skin.

his hips rocked into your hand, chasing friction despite your slow, teasing strokes. his mouth detached from you, jagged breaths leaving his plush lips. you kissed him again, your teeth grazing his bottom lip as you reluctantly pulled away.

“let’s move to the stairs.” he gave you a dazed nod before you both headed over to the stairs at the shallow end of the pool.

you knelt in front of him on the steps. “you really have to stay quiet this time.” you warned. your palms smoothed up his thighs all the way to his stomach, ignoring his cock on purpose.

he gave you a fervent nod. “i will.” you drew your lip between your teeth before leaning down and licking an experimental stripe on the underside of his cock. he took in a sharp breath, and he knew just from the warmth of your tongue against him that he wasn’t going to last long.

you let out a teasing giggle before your soft lips started to caress the base of his cock, trailing kisses up his length to his sensitive, leaky tip. you lazily dragged your tongue across it, letting your saliva run a messy path down his shaft. you looked up at him, watching the neediness grow in his eyes, his eyebrows turned up in a lustful haze.

with a pleased hum, you finally took him into your mouth. you made quick work of his cock, leaving his length shining with your spit and his pre-cum. any mess you created dissolved into the water. the whole time, he was obediently biting back any noises that arose in his throat, a whimper escaping when he couldn’t control it. you wished you could hear them, and hear just how good you were making him feel through his unbridled, pretty cries. despite that, the subtle shake in his thighs, and the way his abdomen tensed with every pass gave it all away.

“you’re being so good, yushi,” you purred after pulling off of his cock. his hips shifted to match the rhythm of your strokes that were steadily increasing in speed. you could feel him pulsing in your hand, demanding and hot. “are you gonna cum already?” there was a demeaning tone to your voice that worked to send him over the edge.

“yes, fuck—” he gasped. your hand slowed down a fraction, pulling him away from the precipice of his orgasm with a wicked smile.

“y/n, please,” he voice grew a little whiny, wavering and making hot pleasure swirl around in your stomach. you just wanted to know how he would sound if you were fucking him properly. “i wanna cum for you, please.” his hands gripped the stairs beneath him, trying to keep himself together for you.

“yeah? you sound so pretty when you beg,” you rasped, the effect of his words evident in your voice. you picked up speed again, your fist slick with his pre-cum. “cum for me, then.”

he let out a desperate, unabashed whimper that he couldn’t stifle, and it’s like music to your ears. he came with a shattered moan, sending warm streaks of cum across your chest, some of it spilling down your hand as you slowed your movements. you gave his cock a few more firm tugs, coaxing every last drop out and making him go sensitive in your hands. you let him take a good look at the mess he made before slowly dipping under the water, erasing it all like it never happened.

you used his thighs as leverage to climb up and kiss him, smiling against his lips. “how was that?”

“fucking amazing,” he answered with a crooked smile. “i need to return the favor.”

“i’ll look forward to it tomorrow. i’m kind of sleepy now.” you laughed.

he hummed in agreement before speaking again, lower this time. “did you, uh, wanna sleep in my bed?”

you smiled at the offer. “i’d love to.”

you both hopped out of the pool, drying off hastily with the towels that sat on the pool chairs. the undergarments were a lost cause, so you slid into your pajamas and snuck back into the house. he led you to his room where you shared a quick shower (and a kiss or two) you borrowed his clothes, and stowed yourselves away under his sheets.

soon, you’re first to fall asleep. yushi snuck his arm around your waist, mumbling a goodnight before eventually succumbing to the same slumber.