#kailrasu

Tabito takes a quick scan of the text messages in front of him, notes your cheeky refusal to Otoya’s proposition more than once. This is certainly a first. Through no real fault of his best friend’s (at least Tabito doesn’t blame him), most people Karasu dates find it difficult to turn down the fabled opportunity of a lifetime to have a threesome with two willing, attractive pro-athletes. And more often than not, it typically would lead to Karasu’s relationship souring over due to insecurity or not-so-secret pining for his playboy friend.

“…So you’re not the least bit curious?? About Otoya? In that way? Or in a threesome?” Karasu is trying his best to sound nonchalant in his questioning.

Your phone chimes again as another text comes in from the aforementioned ninja soccer player. A meme this time, unrelated to the sex proposition. You look it over and immediately let out a loud bout of laughter before shooting off a quick reply.

The smile on your face is so warm and genuine. It’s the same look on your face when a message comes in from any of your close friends. Truly unbothered. That’s what you are in this moment. Karasu can’t help but be a little awe-struck by your nonchalance of the whole thing.

Your eyes flicker back up to Karasu’s face after you finish replying. “No curiosity on my part. Maybe in another life, but not this one.” You cock your head to the side before inquiring, “Why, was that something on your list of things you wanted to try while on break?”

Something about the intensity of your stare has Karasu’s chest tightening. “Ahh no. I’ve uhh. Actually done that before with him and a couple of exes.” He can’t stop the way his hands fidget and move to mess with the end of the shirt he’s wearing to deal with this impromptu info-dump moment.

“Really?” You don’t hide the way your eyes widen a bit at hearing this piece of information.

“Really. You know we’re both bi, so it’s not— it’s not weird or anything.”

“No I know that, I mean— I’m just shocked your exes would want that.” The look on your face is so genuine, Karasu can’t tell if you’re pulling his leg or not. Not one, but two hot men pleasing you in bed doesn’t sound like that far-fetched of a fantasy in his mind.

Karasu squints a little as he continues to meet your gaze. He tilts his head to the side a bit to match your own and a ghost of a smirk flits across his lips now as he asks “You mean to tell me, you’ve not once fantasized about two guys at once? Worshipping you? In bed?”

You blink once. Twice. Then you take a step closer to him. “I mean, maybe it’d be fun to watch Otoya make out with a guy for a little bit, but I don’t care about having a threesome with him. Or any other ‘third’ for that matter.” You reach a hand up and caress Karasu’s cheek with your thumb, just below the space where his beauty mark is.

“What I’m trying to say is, I’m shocked you dated people who could handle the idea of sharing you with someone else in bed.”

There’s no mistaking the fire in your eyes as anything other than possessiveness. Hunger. Want. For him.

“O-oh.” You moved your thumb up to caress the mole under his eye proper at the same time he tried to speak, which always leaves Karasu a stammering mess when you do that and look at him like that. Fuck.

You place a quick kiss to his lips before pulling an inch away and speaking once more, that simmering and needy look still present on your features.

“I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about if Otoya has a fleeting boner for me or not. But I don’t like him like that, and I definitely don’t wanna share you in that way. Ever. Period. Doesn’t do it for me.”

There’s no way for Karasu to stop his face flushing after hearing your admission. At how you basically wanna be greedy with Karasu and keep sex as a thing between just the two of you. What a…relief. He hadn’t realized how much of his nerves had been worked up over broaching this “Otoya threesome” subject. Wow. And you’re still staring with a certain hunger in your eye that tells him the erection in his pants is about to find its own relief from you sooner rather than later.

“I don’t wanna fuck anyone else either. Or bring in anyone else.” Karasu can feel the way your own breath coats his lips as he speaks into the small space between you.

“Good. Then we’re in agreement.”

Karasu nods his head, and his nose brushes along your own that has you sighing a long exhale. “Agreed.”

There’s no real telling of who pushes forward and who kisses who first, as things quickly devolve into a frantic makeout session with you both desperately clinging to the other. There’s little time before you’re collapsing underneath him on the couch and working to get each other’s pants off. In this moment of fumbling belt loops and undoing of zippers, you let out a huff of a laugh and actually speak again.

“You do realize that I will need to know which of you was topping the other in these scenarios, yeah?”

Karasu halts in his movement of shrugging his boxers low enough for a moment. He lets out a chuckle of his own and goes “Let me tend to our current situation without me hearing you mention that freak from your mouth, and I’ll make you a whole PowerPoint of how it went down later. Deal?”

You quickly shimmy your own underwear and pants down to your ankles and giggle as you wiggle your eyebrows at the broad-shouldered man in front of you moves a hand to the spot between your thighs where you need him most.

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