​the warmth of the restaurant, the clink of glasses, the shared laughter — it all condensed into a single, charged silence the moment the apartment door clicked shut behind them. the rich, dark chocolate from dessert still lingered on ash’s tongue, but it was nothing compared to the taste of anticipation now thick in the air. the valentine’s day date had been perfect, a delicate dance between the three of them, but here, in the private dimness of their living room, the pretense of simply dating evaporated.

​yoichi was the first to move, his blue eyes, usually so focused and piercing, now dark with a different kind of intensity. he didn’t say a word. he simply stepped into ash’s space, his fingers, sure and calloused from years of relentless discipline, coming up to cradle ash’s jaw. his thumb swept over ash’s plump lower lip, a whisper of a touch that sent a jolt straight to his core.

​“you looked… incredible tonight,” yoichi murmured, his voice rough. “it was all i could do not to drag you out of there hours ago.”

​from behind, reo’s presence enveloped him. ash felt the brush of reo’s chest against his back, the heat of him seeping through the layers of their clothes. reo’s lips found the sensitive spot just below ash’s ear, his breath a warm gust that made ash shudder. “he’s right,” reo whispered, his voice a silken counterpoint to yoichi’s gravel. “every time you laughed, every time you took a bite of food… it was torture.”

​ash’s breath hitched. his own onyx eyes fluttered shut for a second, overwhelmed by the dual sensation — yoichi’s possessive touch at his front, reo’s claiming heat at his back. “you two… planned this,” he managed to say, though it came out as more of a sigh.

​“planned to worship you?” reo’s hands slid around ash’s waist, pulling him flush. “yes. every second of it.”

​yoichi closed the final inch, his lips capturing ash’s in a kiss that was nothing short of devouring. it was all tongue and heat and the faint, sweet trace of red wine. ash moaned into it, his hands coming up to clutch at yoichi’s shoulders. he was tall, but yoichi held him with surprising, lean strength, tilting his head to deepen the kiss until ash’s knees felt weak.

​reo’s hands were busy, clever fingers making quick work of the buttons on ash’s dress shirt. the cool air of the apartment hit his newly exposed skin, followed immediately by the searing heat of reo’s mouth on the nape of his neck, then his shoulder. reo bit down, not hard, but enough to make ash cry out against yoichi’s mouth, a sharp, pleasurable sting that radiated through his entire body.

​yoichi broke the kiss, his own breathing ragged. he watched, his gaze burning, as reo pushed the shirt from ash’s shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. “look at him,” yoichi said, the words meant for reo. “just look.”

​reo hummed in agreement, his palms skating over ash’s bare chest, thumbs circling his nipples until they peaked into tight, sensitive buds. ash arched back into reo, his head falling back onto reo’s shoulder, offering his throat. yoichi took the invitation, his mouth latching onto the column of ash’s neck, sucking a mark that would surely bruise by morning.

​the coordination was effortless, as if they’d mapped this territory a thousand times. while yoichi marked his throat, reo’s hands drifted lower, popping the button of ash’s trousers, sliding the zipper down with a slow, deliberate rasp that was louder than any shout in the quiet room. ash’s cock, already hard and straining against the confines of his boxers, twitched at the promise of that sound.

​“on the couch,” reo instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument, yet laced with a tender possessiveness that made ash’s stomach flip.

​yoichi guided him backwards, never breaking the contact of his mouth on ash’s skin, until the backs of his knees hit the soft leather of the sofa. he sank down, and yoichi followed, kneeling on the floor between his spread legs. reo stayed behind the couch, leaning over, his fingers threading into ash’s black hair, tugging just enough to make ash look up at him. their eyes met — reo’s violet gaze was smoky with lust, a mirror to the desire pooling hot and heavy in ash’s gut.

​“watch him,” reo commanded softly, nodding toward yoichi. “watch what he’s going to do to you.”

​ash’s gaze snapped down. yoichi was looking up at him through his lashes, a wicked, knowing smile playing on his lips. he hooked his fingers into the waistband of ash’s boxers and trousers and, in one smooth motion, pulled them both down to his ankles, freeing his erection. the cool air was a shock, but the heat of yoichi’s stare was incandescent.

​“fuck,” ash breathed out, the word trembling.

​yoichi didn’t tease. he leaned forward, and his tongue, flat and hot, licked a long, wet stripe from the base of ash’s cock to the dripping tip. ash’s hips jerked off the couch involuntarily. a strangled sound escaped him. reo’s grip in his hair tightened, holding him steady, holding him present. “i said watch,” reo murmured, his own voice strained.

​yoichi did it again, slower this time, savoring the taste, his blue eyes locked on ash’s face, watching every micro-expression of pleasure that flickered across it. then he took the head into his mouth, his lips forming a perfect, tight seal.

​the sensation was electric, a live wire of pure pleasure connected directly to ash’s spine. yoichi's mouth was a revelation — hot, wet, and impossibly skilled. he began to bob his head, taking more and more of ash’s length with each descent, his tongue swirling around the crown on every upstroke. the sounds were obscene, wet and slick, and ash couldn’t look away. he watched, mesmerized, as his cock disappeared into yoichi’s mouth, saw the stretch of his lips, the hollowing of his cheeks.

​reo, still leaning over him, captured ash’s mouth in a deep, searching kiss, swallowing his moans. it was sensory overload — reo’s tongue in his mouth, yoichi’s mouth on his cock, the dual points of pleasure threatening to short-circuit his brain. reo’s free hand wandered down, palming ash’s chest, pinching a nipple between his fingers, rolling it until ash whimpered into the kiss.

​yoichi picked up the pace, one hand coming up to cradle ash’s balls, rolling them gently, while the other pressed firmly on his lower abdomen, holding him down. the pressure built, a coil winding tighter and tighter low in his belly. he was hurtling towards the edge, and it had only been minutes.

​“y…yoi… i’m gonna…” ash gasped, tearing his mouth from reo’s.

​yoichi pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting his lips to ash’s glistening tip. “not yet,” he said, his voice wrecked from the effort. he was breathing hard, his own erection visibly tenting his pants. “we’re just getting started.”

​reo released ash’s hair and moved around the couch. he stood before ash, his eyes blazing. “my turn,” he stated simply, and began to undress. there was a ritualistic slowness to it. he removed his own shirt, revealing the sleek, powerful musculature of his torso. he toed off his shoes, then pushed his pants and underwear down in one go, his cock springing free, thick and already leaking.

​ash’s mouth watered. he’d never get used to the sight of them, to the raw, masculine beauty of his boyfriends. reo climbed onto the couch, kneeling over ash’s hips. he leaned down, kissing ash deeply, letting him taste the faint trace of himself on reo’s tongue. “i need to be inside you,” reo whispered against his lips, the words a raw confession. “now.”

​ash could only nod, his voice gone. he was burning up, every nerve ending screaming for contact, for fullness. yoichi, still kneeling on the floor, reached for the small bottle of lube they kept in the side table drawer. the click of the cap was loud. ash felt cool, slick fingers — yoichi’s fingers — nudge against his entrance. he was open, relaxed from yoichi’s earlier attention, but the first press was always a stretch, a delicious burn. ash let out a shaky breath, pushing back against the intrusion.

​“that’s it,” yoichi coaxed, his voice a low rumble. he worked one finger in, to the knuckle, curling it slightly. ash’s back arched off the couch, a sharp gasp ripped from his throat. yoichi found his prostate almost immediately, a skilled, unerring pressure that made stars burst behind ash’s eyelids.

​“oh, god.”

​reo watched, his hand stroking his own length, a bead of pre-cum welling at the tip. “is he ready for me?” reo asked, though his eyes were on ash’s wrecked expression.

​“he’s ready,” yoichi confirmed, adding a second finger, scissoring them gently. the stretch was more intense, the friction against that perfect spot almost too much. ash was panting, his hands gripping the leather cushions, his cock weeping against his stomach. yoichi withdrew his fingers, the sudden emptiness a cruel joke. but then reo was there, positioning himself, the blunt, wide head of his cock nudging against ash’s slicked hole. reo’s hands gripped ash’s hips, his knuckles white.

​“look at me,” reo demanded.

​ash forced his onyx eyes open, meeting reo’s violet gaze. he saw the barely restrained hunger there, the love, the sheer want. reo pushed in.

​it was a slow, inexorable invasion. ash’s mouth fell open in a silent cry as inch by thick inch, reo filled him. the stretch was breathtaking, a full, aching pressure that chased away every coherent thought. reo bottomed out, his hips flush against ash’s ass, and they both froze, shuddering with the intensity of the connection.

​“fuck… you’re so tight,” reo groaned, dropping his forehead to ash’s shoulder. “so perfect.”

​before ash could adjust, before he could even breathe, yoichi moved. he climbed onto the couch, straddling ash’s chest. his cock, hard and flushed, was right before ash’s face. the meaning was clear. the command was silent. ash turned his head and took yoichi into his mouth without hesitation. it was an act of pure worship, a desperate need to reciprocate even a fraction of the pleasure being wracked through his body. he suckled the head, lapping at the slit, tasting the salty-sweet pre-cum, before sinking down, taking as much as he could.

​a guttural groan tore from yoichi’s throat. his hands fisted in ash’s hair, not guiding, just holding on for dear life. reo began to move. he pulled back almost all the way, then slammed back in, setting a deep, punishing rhythm from the start. each thrust rocked ash forward onto yoichi’s cock, creating a simultaneous push and pull that was utterly devastating. ash moaned around yoichi’s length, the vibration making yoichi curse and thrust shallowly into the wet heat of his mouth.

​the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, ragged breaths, and choked-off moans. ash was the center of a perfect, pleasure-drunk storm. reo’s cock speared him open, hitting his prostate with unerring accuracy on every inward stroke, while the weight and taste of yoichi on his tongue, the faint musk of his skin, completed the circuit.

​reo’s pace became erratic, his thrusts losing their precision as he neared his own climax. “ash… i can’t… i’m gonna…”

​yoichi pulled his cock from ash’s mouth, a string of saliva breaking and landing on ash’s chin. “come for him,” yoichi panted, his own arousal a visible tremor in his thighs. “fill him up.”

​that was all the permission reo needed. with a broken shout that was pure release, he drove in one final, deep time, grinding his hips against ash’s ass as he emptied himself inside. ash felt the hot, pulsing rush of it, the intimate flood that pushed him even higher, teetering on the very brink. reo collapsed forward, his sweaty body covering ash’s, his softening cock still lodged inside as he gasped for air against ash’s neck.

​yoichi didn’t give him a moment to recover. he gently pushed reo’s shoulder. “my turn,” he said, his voice thick with need. reo, spent and boneless, rolled off to the side, sliding out of ash with a wet, lewd sound that made ash shudder. yoichi was already moving, manhandling ash onto his hands and knees on the wide couch. the position opened him up, exposed him, the cool air hitting his used, dripping hole.

​yoichi's hands gripped his hips, his touch almost bruising in its intensity. he positioned himself, the head of his cock rubbing through the mess of lube and reo’s release. “you’re a mess,” yoichi growled, the words full of awe. “our mess.”

​and then he pushed in.

​the sensation was different. where reo was a claiming fullness, yoichi was a relentless, deep reach. he slid in easily, aided by the slickness, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke. ash cried out, his arms buckling, his face pressing into the leather cushions. yoichi filled him in a new way, the angle somehow sharper, more direct.

​yoichi didn’t wait. he set a brutal, fast pace, fucking into ash with a single-minded focus. each snap of his hips was a jolt of pure, undiluted pleasure-pain. ash was babbling, a stream of broken praise and pleas. “yes… right there… don’t stop… please, yoichi…”

​reo, recovering beside them, propped himself up on an elbow. he reached out, his hand wrapping around ash’s neglected cock, stroking him in time with yoichi’s thrusts. the dual sensation was too much, a feedback loop of ecstasy. yoichi’s cock pounding his prostate, reo’s fist sliding over his own, the sight of reo’s spent, satisfied body watching them… the coil, wound so tightly for so long, finally snapped.

​ash’s world whited out. pleasure detonated at the base of his spine and rocketed through every vein, every nerve. he came with a raw, screaming cry, his back arching violently as he painted reo’s hand and the couch cushions below with thick, hot stripes of his release. the contractions of his orgasm squeezed around yoichi’s cock, milking him, pulling him over the edge. yoichi shouted, a sound of pure, unfettered triumph, and drove in one last, deep time, his body going rigid as he emptied himself inside ash, his hips stuttering through the pulses of his climax.

​for a long moment, the only sounds were their heaving breaths and the frantic beat of ash’s heart in his own ears. yoichi slowly pulled out, collapsing onto the couch beside him, one arm slung over ash’s trembling back. they lay there, a tangled, sweaty, spent heap of limbs on the ruined couch. the scent of sex and musk and leather hung heavily in the air. ash’s mind was blissfully, utterly empty.

​reo was the first to speak, his voice a contented rumble. “happy valentine’s day.”

​a weak, breathless laugh escaped ash. he couldn’t move. every muscle felt liquefied. he felt yoichi’s lips press a soft, lingering kiss to his shoulder blade.

​slowly, the heavy lethargy of the room began to shift into something tender. yoichi was the first to sit up, his movements uncharacteristically gentle. he reached over to the coffee table, grabbing a stray napkin to wipe his own chest before looking down at ash, who was still draped bonelessly across the leather.

​“hey,” yoichi whispered, his voice losing its edge and softening into something purely affectionate. he ran a hand through ash's damp hair. “don’t fall asleep here. you’ll wake up with a sore back”.

​reo hummed in agreement, already pushing himself off the couch. he disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running water echoing faintly. when he returned, he was carrying a basin of warm water and a soft, white cloth. he knelt by the side of the couch, his violet eyes warm as he looked at ash.

​“sit up a little, love,” reo coaxed, sliding an arm behind ash’s shoulders to help him.

​ash let out a soft groan of protest, but he let them move him. yoichi took the cloth from reo, dipping it into the warm water and wringing it out. with painstaking care, he began to clean the mess from ash’s stomach and thighs. the warmth of the cloth against his sensitized skin made ash huddle closer to yoichi, his head resting on the man's shoulder.

​“you're shaking,” yoichi noted, his brow furrowing with concern. he handed the cloth back to reo so he could wrap both arms around ash, pulling him into the heat of his chest. “we’ve got you.”

​reo finished the task, his touch light and clinical yet deeply intimate, ensuring ash was clean and comfortable. once finished, he stood and tossed the cloth aside, leaning down to press a firm kiss to ash’s forehead. “bed,” reo decided. “i’ll go turn down the sheets and grab some water.”

​yoichi didn’t wait for ash to try and walk. he hooked one arm under ash’s knees and the other behind his back, lifting him in a smooth, effortless carry. ash instinctively buried his face into the crook of yoichi’s neck, inhaling the lingering scent of their shared night.

​in the bedroom, the air was cooler and smelled of fresh linen. reo had already set two glasses of water on the nightstands and pulled back the heavy duvet. yoichi laid ash down in the center of the bed, the softness of the mattress feeling like a cloud after the firm leather of the sofa.

​before ash could feel the chill of the room, reo was there, sliding under the covers on one side and pulling a heavy throw over all three of them. yoichi joined them on the other side, forming a protective cocoon of heat around ash. reo reached out, threading his fingers through ash’s, while yoichi settled behind him, spooning him close and resting his chin on ash’s shoulder.

​“drink,” reo commanded gently, holding a glass to ash’s lips. ash took a few slow sips, the cool water grounding him, helping the world stop spinning.

​“thank you,” ash rasped, his voice finally returning.

​“don't thank us,” yoichi murmured, his breath tickling ash’s ear. he tightened his grip slightly, a silent promise of safety. “we’re the ones who should be thanking you.”

​“best valentine’s ever,” reo whispered, his thumb stroking circles on the back of ash’s hand.

​wrapped in the silence of the room and the overwhelming presence of the two men who loved him, ash finally let his eyes drift shut. he felt cherished, handled with a level of care that matched the intensity of the fire they’d just put out. as sleep began to claim him, the last thing he felt was the rhythmic, steady heartbeats of yoichi and reo, flanking him like two pillars of a world built just for the three of them.

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i luv living room flow smmmm 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 @reositos baby ur allowed to beat mi and skin mi if its ass im sorry