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tenipuri_xpDate: Late Sunday night
Rating: this whole log is practically PWP, This part involves blowjobs and full blown 3some sex action.
Summary: Shishido still can't sleep and goes for a walk, and he walks in on more than he bargained for when he finds Atobe and Tezuka making out. Empathic powers run wild and Shishido gets a chance to find out just how gay he is.
Atobe smirked. Blunt it would have to be. "I think I'd like to see if he gives better…" He paused for a second, as if the term was foreign to him. "head."
Shishido had been watching the exchange with interest and was enjoying the feeling of both the physical and emotional touches that he was receiving. Surprisingly, he even found himself paying attention to the conversation, curious to see what it was Atobe had wanted. That was until he actually found out. “What?” He said loudly, wings flapping and hitting Tezuka in the process. Lust could only make him dismiss so much, and he found himself fighting with the current wave washing over him as he hastily moved to a sitting position so he could more efficiently glare at Atobe.
“You want me to what? To him? But…” Yes, he had agreed to repay the favour, and sure, he’d been given blowjobs before and was sure if he had to, he could do a better job than Atobe, but it was still to another guy. A guy he didn’t know very well and receiving and giving weren’t exactly the same thing and why did he feel so naked with these two, and not just in the literal sense. Though he did wish the others would lose the rest of their clothes too.
Sharp nails, lightly, brushed over Shishido's face. "But…?" He dragged the nail harshly down the winged boy's chin, keeping his head in position. "How not honourable, to be too afraid to return a simple favour." Atobe smirked. "You disappoint me Ryou."
Shishido glared down at Atobe as he felt nails moving along his face. His wings rustled behind him as he was insulted, he was not afraid! “I’d hate to disappoint.” He said, pulling his face away from Atobe’s and looking over to Tezuka. Alright, this shouldn’t be that hard, just move over to him, undo his pants and suck. He thought to himself while moving to place himself directly in front of Tezuka. “You don’t mind, right?” He asked a bit lamely while wrapping and arm around the other’s neck to bring him closer for a kiss.
One hand reached up to cup Shishido's cheek as Tezuka broke the kiss a few moments later, serious despite the situation, or perhaps because of it. It didn't take an empath to realise Shishido wasn't entirely comfortable with what Atobe had suggested, "You don't have to do this if you aren't happy with it," he told the winged boy quietly, meeting his eyes to lend weight to his words, "Despite what Atobe may say, the point of this isn't to make you uncomfortable."
Despite the nice words, that really did have a reassuring affect on Shishido, he felt a bit of anger. Did Tezuka think he wasn’t man enough to do it? “I’m fine.” He said meeting Tezuka’s eyes with his own burning pair. “And what Atobe wants is a show. So lay down and I’ll give him one.” He said acting a lot braver than he felt, giving Tezuka another kiss before pushing his chest to help get him down where he wanted.
Slightly stung that his attempts to offer comfort to the less experienced youth had been rejected Tezuka allowed himself to be pushed back, shifting slightly and offering a hand out to Atobe. Since he was the one requesting a show, he should at least be somewhere he could actually see what was happening. Still, he had to offer Shishido another way out of this if he wanted it, "Just remember, if you aren't comfortable with anything, stop. No one will hold it against you."
Shishido nodded to Tezuka, the only outward sign he would give to being thankful for the offer, but he knew he wouldn’t take it. He had to do this, not just because he owed the favour or because of Atobe making fun of him, but this was the chance he’d been waiting for. There would be no quicker way to finding out if he really could date a guy than by seeing if he enjoyed being with these two. It was a bit scary, and he felt horribly out of his depth but with the empath making sure that he was filled with lust and Tezuka having really nice hands and a caring voice he was pretty sure this would be his best opportunity to find out.
Fanning his wings out for balance, Shishido slid back so that he was between Tezuka’s legs and with only slightly shaky hands, began undoing his pants. How did girls make this look so easy? He asked himself as he finally got them undone and was then faced with the task of getting them and Tezuka’s boxers past his hips. “You’re going to have to help here.” He said, looking up at the other, and doing his best to ignore Atobe’s arrogant smirk.
Despite still being concerned, Tezuka lifted his hips, allowing Shishido to remove the clothes. After a short moment, he raised himself to a half-seated position, shrugging off his shirt too. Completely focussed on Shishido, he almost forgot Atobe's presence, as much as you could when he was responsible for the constant swirl of emotions in the room, anyway. Until the other boy moved, that is.
The slight shift of his weight on the bed drew Tezuka's attention back to the diva. Deft fingers brushed lightly against the older boy's groin before easily working open his fly and reaching inside, grasping the heated flesh there. Just because Atobe wanted to watch didn't mean Tezuka was going to leave him out.
A smooth groan escaped the diva's lips; he let the sensation roll through his body. Everything in the room was driving him insane; drowning him so deep, he was nearly lost to physical touch. Or he would have been if his own emotions for the other two weren't as intense as everything floating in the room. It was amazing, how easy it was to make the 'Ego' lose face.
"It's been a while since I've seen this side of you," Atobe considered his words, "At least I know the circumstances should I need to explore it once more, Kunimitsu." Blond hair fell against the silk cushion, his small flush spreading, and breath quickening, though unnoticeable. "Ah… how am I supposed to enjoy the show you're putting on for me?"
Shishido stared at Tezuka’s naked body laid out before him, he really was beautiful, and for the moment, it was his to explore. Swallowing down his nervousness, he ran his hands up Tezuka’s legs to rest on hipbones. He shifted so that he was once again centred between Tezuka’s spread legs, and he tucked his wings behind him. With one hand, he traced a path up to the other’s belly button and was fascinated as stomach muscles shivered at the touch. He probably would have been more fidgety while exploring, but Tezuka’s attention was partially on Atobe.
Feeling a bit braver, he trailed his hand down to chestnut curls, still not quite touching Tezuka’s arousal that was directly in front of him. I can do this He said to himself, finally tracing a fingertip from the base to tip. It twitched and he looked up at Tezuka and was quite satisfied at the reaction. It amazed him how much control over the other he had with such small actions. Staring up at Tezuka, he finally lowered his head and slowly stuck out his tongue to lick at the very tip and the bit of fluid that was clinging to it.
Writhing slightly at Shishido's soft, teasing touches Tezuka bit back a moan. One hand reached down to tangle unconsciously in long hair, grasping almost roughly, while the other tightened its grip on Atobe. Moving his hand slowly, he gasped out. "You... ah... you want to be left out, Keigo?"
"Did…" Oh, that was toe-curling. "Did ore-sama say such a thing?" Kunimitsu… Kunimitsu… He loved his name. It was so much deeper… so much deeper. "Ah… and you worked so hard to…" His fingers burned and twitched. He wanted to stroke that velvet skin but it wasn’t a strong enough desire to interrupt Shishido’s attempt at a blowjob or Tezuka’s teasing hands.
Shishido continued his task at hand, or mouth really. He gasped slightly at the hand tangling in his hair but found it wasn’t that unpleasant, in fact, if Tezuka’s hand really gripped his hair, he knew he was doing something right. He already knew that Tezuka liked long broad licks that went from the base of his cock to the tip. It was weird but Shishido found himself sort of enjoying what he was doing. So feeling brave, he wrapped a hand gently around Tezuka’s arousal and slowly covered the tip with his mouth to suck. He realised with just a bit of horror that he liked the way Tezuka felt pulsing slightly in his hand, and how the velvety flesh felt in his mouth.
Instead of feeling disgusted with himself, or the typical panic attack that normally hit him as a clue-brick did, he just found himself horribly aroused. It didn’t take much to figure out that Atobe was enjoying the attention Tezuka was still giving to him. Not that Shishido minded, it was a nice picture to look at and it kept him filled with enough lust to enjoy this.
Within a split-second, any deliberate attention that he had been paying to Atobe was back on Shishido, or, more accurately, Shishido's mouth. Some dim, distant part of Tezuka's mind tried to make comparisons between Atobe and Shishido, before getting lost under the immediate sensations.
Bucking his hips slightly, being careful not to gag Shishido as he moved, Tezuka threw back his head and moaned raggedly. Between the pleasures he was feeling himself, Shishido's enjoyment of the task and Atobe's indulged voyeurism it felt like he was going to drown in the sensations, especially when Shishido started using his hand and tongue.
Shishido closed his eyes as Tezuka began to squirm under his ministrations, putting a hand on his hip to hold him in place. He did not feel like testing his deep throat abilities any time soon. As the low moan reached his ears, he let out a small groan of his own, that was a very alluring noise and he could feel his body respond in kind, despite having been sated recently.
Then a random thought hit him. Would Ohtori make noises like that if I offered to do this for him? That thought alone had Shishido achingly hard and he let out a small whimper around Tezuka’s cock as he continued to test out new ways to please him with his mouth. When did he become so gay? And why was nobody paying attention to his needs? He opened his eyes to send a burning look to Atobe, surely the blonde could make himself useful doing something.
What was that twinge of something? Cocking his head over, Atobe took in the sight of Shishido as the older boy looked at him. What was that? Obviously, Shishido did not understand the privilege to be in a position like this with Atobe Keigo. Craning his neck back, the diva blinked tiredly; letting all emotions in his brain, flood into the others. No restraints now, just the feeling of emotions on emotions.
Oh fuck. His body arching into Shishido's touch, Tezuka moaned raggedly, the grip on the other boy's hair tightening almost painfully. It was... god... it was hard to believe Shishido had never done this before, but he had to stop soon. The evening would be over far too quickly if Shishido carried on the way he was.
Tugging roughly on the other's hair, Atobe forgotten to the sensations flooding him, Tezuka pulled Shishido up in order to kiss him, "Stop... too good..."
Shishido made a face at the rough treatment of his hair and hoped he would still have some attached to his head by the end of the night. As he sucked, he could feel Tezuka pulsing in his mouth and had to bite back a look of smug satisfaction to Atobe as he was sure he was bringing Tezuka to the edge. But then he felt another much more forceful tug on his hair and was forced to break off from his ministrations.
Being pulled up Tezuka’s body, Shishido moaned at the skin on skin contact and took a brief moment to smirk to Atobe at the compliment Tezuka gave him. His lips were a bit swollen and he could feel a wetness on his chin and lips that he wanted to wipe off but before he could move he found himself kissing Tezuka, and kissing the taller man was very enjoyable. He forgot about swollen lips and let himself drown in the frantic somewhat sloppy kiss. His head was swimming again already and for once, he wished someone would stroke his wings or do something as he writhed against Tezuka, trying to find some much needed friction.
Tezuka groaned as Shishido writhed about on top of him, grabbing the other boy's hips and stilling his motions, "If you keep that up we aren't going to be able to do anything else," he whispered, gaze sliding over the still half-clothed form of Atobe. Why the hell wasn't he naked too?
Carefully nudging Shishido off of him, Tezuka half-crawled over to the diva. "You're wearing too much, Keigo... let me help you with that." Deft hands slid down Atobe's chest, deliberately bypassing the most sensitive areas, to toy with the waistband of his pants.
“Hm?" Atobe blinked himself back to consciousness. Narrowing glazed eyes, the blond attempted to focus through the haze around him. Atobe could feel a smirk rising to his lips as he rested his gaze on Tezuka. If that isn't an appealing sight…
It then occurred to Atobe to wonder what exactly his clothes were doing, still on his body. Rising up at Tezuka's touch, the diva could feel the fine hairs at the back of his neck prick. "If you will, Kunimitsu."
Tezuka wasn't smirking when Atobe moved, but the expression was damn close to it. Lips and tongue followed the exact same path as his hands had as fingers hooked into the fabric of Atobe's pants, tugging them down. He had known already that the other boy wasn't wearing any underwear, but that didn't stop the look on his face from blooming into a full smirk.
Moving almost impossibly closer the blond Tezuka pushed him down onto his back, pressing their bodies almost fully together for a moment then pulling away. Making his way down Atobe's body, skin barely brushing against skin, he removed the last of the other boy's clothing and turned to Shishido, "Come here."
Shishido had watched Tezuka undress Atobe with heated interest and actually found himself licking his still swollen lips as all of the blonde’s naked flesh was exposed for his viewing pleasure. His eyes took in the sight hungrily and that turned to vague shock as Tezuka ordered him to join them. Crawling over to the two wondering why he was the one always following orders and never got to give them. “Yes?” He asked, biting his bottom lip and staring at Atobe’s arousal with curiosity, would it taste like Tezuka’s?
Upset with himself for having such thoughts and being even more turned on by them, he tried to busy himself by attempting to tuck his wings behind his back. It would get them out of the way but he found in his aroused state they would only ruffle and flap back out, it was annoying, but thankfully the other two didn’t seem to mind if soft feathers brushed against their skin from time to time as he moved.
The faintest brush of feathers against his skin sent shivers down Tezuka's spine and he moved to wrap an arm around the winged boy's waist, leaning into him. He had a few ideas Atobe would probably like, but he didn't want him to know until they were happening so he shifted to whisper into Shishido's ear, sucking lightly on the lobe as he gathered his thoughts. "You can see how much Atobe enjoyed the show we gave him, imagine how much he'd enjoy experiencing it firsthand." Yes, it probably sounded absolutely terrible, and he'd cringe if he thought back on it later, but right now Tezuka's mind was too lust-hazed to think of anything else.
Shishido leaned into the touch around his waist and had to fight to keep his eyes opened and focused on Atobe as Tezuka sucked on his ear. And it was really starting to bug him how Tezuka seemed to be able to read his mind, but it did seem to be handy skill. At least he didn’t have to ask, and it could always be passed off later as the empapth’s powers clouding his judgement. Some small voice of his head said it really was the powers in the room and that he’d probably regret this later, but for now, he was happy to indulge all three of them.
Nodding at Tezuka, Shishido moved up along side Atobe and smirked down at him, “Get ready to be awed by my prowess.” He said smugly before licking a similar trail down Atobe’s chest and right up his hard length. With one hand wrapped around the base he lowered his lips around Atobe, trying to remember what it was that Tezuka liked and hoping to get the same desperate noises to come from Atobe.
Twitching at the mock imitation, Atobe was about to respond when Shishido began to lick him. Jumping at the sudden and unfamiliar touch, he slowly let himself accept it. It was sex, he wasn't supposed to be thinking about his image, or trying to keep things hidden. Why was it that even as he said that, he couldn't force himself to let go?
"… Mn…" It wasn't easy. Biting his lip to keep any sounds from escaping, Atobe concentrated. That horribly devious mouth, it was enough to make him want moan something embarrassing. He couldn't, Atobe refused to do something that he would regret.
Shisihdo frowned around Atobe’s cock. He wasn’t responding nearly as well Tezuka had, and Shishido knew his technique would only be getting better not worst. Biting down frustration at Atobe’s unwillingness to let go and enjoy his damn good blowjob, Shishido instead focused on his own enjoyment and own arousal. With luck, the empath would pick up on both Shishido’s pleasure in what he was doing and Tezuka’s in what he was seeing. Picking up speed, he silently encouraged Atobe to moan for him. Not only would it be hot, it would also prove that despite being ordered around he really did have control over the blond.
"Ah…" Atobe could feel his skin quivering, goose-bumps rising as the mouth on him drove him mad. His chest shuddering and his heart fluttering at the repressed sounds contained in his chest. It was hard for him to breathe, the silent moans and gasps strangling his lungs. The pressure was horrible but all Atobe felt was pleasure, lost under other's feelings once more. "R-… Ry…"
It didn't take an empath to realise that Atobe was enjoying what Shishido was doing to him, Tezuka could recognise all the changes in his expression, the tension in his body, but something was causing him to hold back. While Tezuka, surprisingly, was usually the more vocal of the two in bed, Atobe wasn't normally this restrained, and some measure of worry for his lover, his love if he was honest, made it's way through the lust. Gentle hands traced patterns on Atobe's chest, toying with a nipple before trailing down his sides, trying to reassure the other that he didn't have anything to worry about. Leaning down he breathed against Atobe's ear, "It's okay, Keigo, nothing that happens in here will ever get out, you can let go." He had, after all, and loss of control was something he hated.
The pressure seemed to ease as Atobe let out a moan, rolling towards Tezuka's cool touch. "Kunimitsu…" His lips twitched up into a smirk. "I assure you there is nothing you need to comfort me about." He turned his head to nip at Tezuka's shoulder, running tongue over the salty skin, as if imitating Shishido.
"Ryou…" Atobe murmured in a low voice, "more…"
Hearing the moan was more than satisfying to Shishido and he moaned around Atobe’s length in response. Sneaking glances up, he saw Atobe was finally becoming an active participant in this, whatever this was. Though with Atobe’s request he was at a loss, how could he give more? Pulling his mouth away but keeping his hand in place and beginning to lightly stroke instead he looked over to Tezuka with a bit of confusion showing through the lust. “How do I give him more?” He asked through wet swollen lips and a shaky breath.
Chuckling softly at Atobe's comment, Tezuka shook his head, about to say something in response when Shishido spoke. Turning his attention from blond to brunet, he frowned slightly, trying to figure out just why Shishido was so confused. Then it hit him, Shishido had been so good at what he was doing that he had made Tezuka forget this was his first time. Dark eyes narrowed slightly as he though of what he could do. He could, of course, tell Shishido what to do, or even demonstrate, or he could move things on a bit. The latter seemed like the best option, as, while he was a patient person, it wasn't infinite.
Leaning back down to Atobe, pressing a quick kiss to his temple as he did so, he asked quietly, "Is the lube in the usual place?"
Cracking open eyes he wasn't aware were closed, Atobe looked at Tezuka and nodded slowly. "To," he gulped, moistening his throat, "avoid confusion, always." Deciding now was a good time to sit up and survey the surroundings; Atobe off-handily realized that the task was too difficult. Trailing his hand down, he absently began to play with Shishido's hair, watching Tezuka through half-lidded eyes.
Leaning across Atobe's reclining form Tezuka reached for the draw of his bedside table, fumbling through the contents before his fingers found the cool tube. Settling back where he had been he absently noted that they were going to need more soon before setting it down nearby.
Trailing a hand down Atobe's chest, he ended up cupping Shishido's cheek, drawing the other boy up. Once he had Shishido close enough, he ran a hand down his back, fingertips lightly brushing against his buttocks. He didn't want to rush the other boy and frighten him off.
Shishido watched Tezuka pull out a bottle and his mind quickly pointed out to him that yes, this was going exactly where he thought it was and judging his two impromptu partners he had a feeling he wasn’t going to be on the top of the pile. His eyes locked with Tezuka’s as he was pulled away from Atobe, forced to stop his leisurely stroking as he held onto the taller man’s shoulders for support.
The winged mutant was breathing heavily and he wasn’t sure if it was from arousal, anticipation, fear or something else completely. His wings twitched as a hand trailed dangerously close to their base and they ruffled when he realised where Tezuka’s hand had stopped. He would have said something, but he wasn’t quite sure he could trust his voice at the moment. He felt somewhat like this was his last chance to back out. He could still leave, they wouldn’t hold it against them, and he was sure that Tezuka would convince Atobe to not make fun of him for it. But he knew if he did, he’d never get a second chance, and with the emotions in the air, and staring at Atobe and Tezuka, that really seemed like a waste. How bad could it be anyway right?
Atobe somehow managed to prop himself on his elbows, casually taking in the sight in front of him. Despite his slow actions, his mind was moving a mile a minute, taking in the information. Thinking up what to do Atobe decided with a smirk that he would let Tezuka take care of Shishido while Atobe took care of him.
Pushing himself up, the blond leaned close to Shishido, breathing hot bursts of air against the other's skin. "Now this might be a little uncomfortable…"
Wing’s twitched and ruffled and for a moment Shishido tensed at what Atobe had whispered to him. Uncomfortable didn’t sound all that pleasant, but the warning was appreciated. And once again the emotions in the room, the people he was with and his own stubborn pride made him stay where he was and he forced himself to relax. In for an inch in for a mile after all. “Nothing I can’t handle.” He said boastfully, pressing closer to Tezuka, urging him to continue.
Absently tracing small circles at the base of Shishido's spine Tezuka turned to grace Atobe with a brief smile, pleased to see he didn't plan on just watching this time except... Tezuka had never been in a threesome before, and certainly not one where one of the participants had wings. How the hell were the going to manage this? If it had just been he and Shishido it would have been simple enough, but with Atobe too?
"Keigo," he sincerely hoped his voice wasn't as hesitant as he felt, for Shishido's sake, if no one else's. The other boy had to believe that he and Atobe were in control of the situation, "How are we going to do this?" Pass the question off as curiosity for which one of several options were they going to use, and hope to whatever gods happened to be listening that Atobe had some sort of idea.
Blinking at Tezuka, Atobe wondered why on earth the other thought he knew how to go about the situation. But still, Atobe Keigo had to be in charge. Had to know which turns to make and what places to stop at. Or else, get lost along the way
Taking in a deep breath, the blond smirked at the taller boy, "Generally, it's a push and shove action." He shifted, so his other side supported him, raising a brow. "Gently."
Ok, obviously the gods didn't favour him today, because Atobe didn't seem to have any more idea than he did. Which meant he was left with figuring things out. Still moving his hands soothingly across Shishido's bare skin, briefly brushing against the base of his wings before moving down again, Tezuka slid closer to Atobe. He needed to find a way to do this without crushing Shishido's wings, but what?
Sometimes he wished his visions were clearer about the details of what was going to happen, because the vague suggestion of skin on skin and harsh moans wasn't entirely helpful in this situation. Thankfully, a few suggestions were presenting themselves to him as he looked at his bed partners. The idea of being able to watch Atobe fuck Shishido while he fucked Atobe was simply irresistible, but it was a pity the only thing he could think of to keep the wings out of harm’s way meant having Shishido on all fours.
Picking up the lube again, he offered it to Atobe, "Would you like to do the honours, Keigo?" Moving behind both of his partners, enough to one side to be able to watch them, he indicated for Atobe to move behind Shishido. Not that the question really was one, more an order wrapped in a question so Atobe's ego didn't revolt.
Gripping the smooth tube, Atobe flipped open the cap. He didn't know exactly how Tezuka planned on doing this but he could understand what he meant by giving him the lube. Atobe could do that. Gently pouring a trail of the cold liquid over two of his fingers, the diva took his time coating them thoroughly, seemingly having a good time.
Placing a hand on the shorter boy's shoulder, he shifted closer. Running a finger down to his arm, Atobe took in the coffee tan, accented by chocolate strands. Shishido was meant to be eaten. "Relax now."
Shishido had been too busy enjoying Tezuka’s soothing, tantalizing touches to worry about the conversation going around him, but as he found himself in Atobe’s strong arms, he started to question the wisdom of that decision. Still, Atobe gently running his hands over his body wasn’t that bad a thing. He let out a sigh as a hand trailed down his back, relaxing against Atobe. “I am rela- ohh” He was trying to say he was completely relaxed when he felt it, a slick probing finger at his ass. He really should have been expecting that, but somehow, he hadn’t been and the feeling of a finger and then another slowly probing inside of him as Atobe kissed around his wings was very odd. He shifted awkwardly trying to either get away or get more he wasn’t sure. It just felt really odd.
Thinking that maybe he should ask exactly what was supposed to be so great about this, Shishido tried to turn a bit so he could see Tezuka, careful to not hit Atobe with his ruffling wings, but as he did that, Atobe rubbed across something inside of him and he gasped, “Atobe!” He moaned as that place was hit again, falling onto his arms, he buried his head in the sheets trying not to moan loudly at what he was feeling. He didn’t think anything could feel as intense as the base of his wings being stroked, but this definitely surpassed it.
Suckling on Shishido's already sweating shoulder, Atobe ran his fingers over that sensitive area inside of the winged mutant slowly. This was all fun and good; however, Shishido coming two times before him and Tezuka came once was not something Atobe planned on allowing to happen. Withdrawing his fingers slowly, he stared at them blankly.
Blinking out of his daze, Atobe chuckled at Shishido's expression of loss before kissing him soundly. Breaking away with a lazy sound of pleasure, he smiled. "Ready to move on?"
Shishido wasn’t sure what he was or wasn’t ready for anymore. His pulse was racing; his body was begging for more and that horrible teasing Atobe had stopped when he swore he had been so close. The scariest part about this so far was that it was really going to happen, and he was well aware of how big Atobe was having been in very close contact with his erection a short while ago. And now, that, was supposed to fit into him? He was feeling quite stretched with just fingers, but he didn’t want to seem like he couldn’t handle it when he had come this far.
All Shishido did was nod, trying not to meet Atobe’s eyes in case the empath could see the doubt and fear sneaking in to them under the layers upon layers of lust. He just hoped it was only a little uncomfortable.
Watching Atobe prepare Shishido was almost more than Tezuka could handle, especially with the lust swirling throughout the room, and it took all his willpower to stop himself from interrupting. Instead, he reached over Atobe, picking up the discarded lube and coating his fingers with the cool gel. Atobe couldn't have all the fun after all.
Not noticing Tezuka reach over him and grab the tube, something he might regret, Atobe focused on making sure Shishido felt good. The sense of fear was obvious and he made sure to keep that part held in his mind, he couldn't have Tezuka notice it. Right now, he was working on smoothing down the nervous shakes of doubt, spreading his feeling of content around the other like a blanket.
Once he came to the limit of his powers, the blond trailed his hand down the tan back in front of him, alternating between hard and light. It wasn't until he absently stretched out a hand for that familiar tube that he noticed it was gone. Tilting his head in that direction, he raised a brow. "Where did…?"
With one hand on Atobe's hip Tezuka leaned forward, kissing the back of his neck and lightly sucking on the skin there, "Lost something, Keigo?" Briefly letting go of the other's hip he handed back the tube then set about distracting his lover as he prepared him.
"Perhaps…" Atobe answered absently, taking the tube. Squeezing a hefty amount of it onto his fingers he let out a shuddering gasp as he applied it to himself. Well that certainly cooled him down. Shifting closer to the winged-boy he positioned himself. Taking a deep breath to steel himself and gain control over his actions. At least, Atobe thought wryly, the cold lube might make me a bit smaller.
He wasn't, however, prepared for the abrupt, and seemingly out of nowhere, intrusion to his behind. Nearly toppling over, Atobe clamped his teeth shut, preventing any sound from escaping. The empath was used to it, but that didn't stop the shock from ripping through him. Letting out a low hiss, he clenched his muscles as he made a move to enter Shishido again, willing some self-restraint.
Shishido kept telling himself to relax, it had felt better earlier when he was getting into it, so this had to work in the same way. He was just starting to breath normally when he felt it, a slick, hot and large thing pushing at his entrance. He immediately tensed. Thankfully, Atobe seemed to be distracted by Tezuka, who if he tilted his head just right, he could see was efficiently preparing Atobe in much the same way Atobe had him. Watching this helped him to relax a bit and while he was distracted with wondering if he would have preferred Tezuka doing this, Atobe pushed in.
His eyes went wide and he let out a strangled ‘Oh’ as his head dropped to the bed, fists clinging desperately at the sheets. Holy hell that hurt more than a ‘little uncomfortable’. He wanted to know why the hell people did this and if he could still back out but realised that if he wanted to suck Ohtori off, then he’d probably want to do this with him too and he might as well know how. He tried to calm his breathing and relax again, letting Atobe’s emotions wash over him.
He could feel Atobe slowly rock in further and further every time he managed to relax his muscles. “A-Atobe…” He said between harsh gasps of air, the small motions were somewhat soothing to the steady burn he could feel and though it still felt quite unpleasant, what it really felt was very full. He clung to the sheets and shifted a bit when Atobe paused, quietly asking for more of that comforting rocking motion he had been doing earlier.
Working his fingers carefully inside Atobe, Tezuka smiled against the back of his lover's neck, briefly flicking out his tongue to taste the salty skin there. The heated tightness of Atobe around his fingers, the gasps and moans he made as he moved inside Shishido, the uncontrolled shudders as Tezuka brushed across his prostate were almost too much for the precog to bear. He needed to be inside Atobe. Now. Quickly preparing and positioning himself he pushed into the other boy, a lot faster than Atobe had done for Shishido. He knew what Atobe liked, after all.
A sharp inhalation was followed by abrupt stop of all movement as Atobe felt Tezuka inside him. And how could he not? It was a whir of motion drilling into him, allowing him to keep his mind. Atobe loved throwing out words that held two meanings but it was a double-edged sword. Keeping himself low and hidden, it didn't work, he eventually lost the excitement of playing, of feeling, he was waiting to deliver, and there was no winner.
Shifting his hips he didn't move as fast as Tezuka, or as hard. He was lost inside his mind, peaceful as he was in the eye of the hurricane spiralling around him. He could recall his afternoon with Wakato on the couch, how absolutely magnificent it was to be caught in the moment, all of it was his. It wasn't them. It was Atobe, Shishido and Tezuka.
Shishido whimpered, his head against the sheets as he felt Atobe stop moving inside of him. Just when it was getting good. He shifted his hips a bit trying to get motion and let out a relieved moan when Atobe picked up the long slow strokes of before. But now that it didn’t hurt nearly as bad, and he supposed he owed that to his latent healing as well as Atobe’s skill, he wanted more. It wasn’t like the bottom had no control, right? It was sort of like being a girl, and Shishido had had personal experience with a very controlling female.
Making up his mind he gripped tightly onto the sheets and pressed back with his hips as Atobe pushed in, resulting in a faster, deeper stroke that sent tingles up his spine and stars bursting behind his closed eyes. He had obviously found that spot that Atobe’s fingers had earlier. His wings were ruffling and flapping occasionally against them, and every time Atobe’s body or hands or whatever brushed against them it made his whole body weak. “God… Atobe…” He moaned as he pushed back against him again the best he could.
'God… Atobe…' indeed. For Atobe was sure that no person could ever feel like this. Bucking back as Shishido pushed back against him he gasped. He didn't know whether to push back or forward and Shishido… he wanted it like that. Blinking glazed eyes, he let a slow chuckle rumble through him, rotating his hips slowly, before whipping them quickly.
Slowly throwing his head, the diva's mouth formed an 'o' as he panted, breathing quickly. Carefully--tenderly--he leaned his head back on Tezuka's shoulders as he began to gyrate into Shishido, desperate sounds barely formed before more tumbled out.
Being inside Atobe, moving inside him and knowing he was causing as much pleasure as he was receiving, that was something Tezuka would never tire of. Atobe's incoherent moans, combined with Shishido's pleading and the heat and tightness of Atobe tore sounds from Tezuka's own throat, hoarse and rough. Desperately, almost unconsciously, his pace picked up, slamming into Atobe harder and faster with every stroke, the movement affecting the rhythm Atobe had built up with Shishido, and if the sounds were any indication, neither minded in the slightest.
With the rate Tezuka was going Atobe felt as if he was simply there for the ride. Like a hammock on a windy day, caught between poles, left billowing away. But Atobe didn't mind, certainly not. It was mind-blowing that somehow, with such an intense pulse to the room, Atobe could still hold onto himself, he could still, in his minds eye, see himself and not the black shadow that followed him.
"Hnm…!" Dear God… Tezuka had found that special place, touched something that was only him. Arching up and away from the pale boy behind, he bit his lips frozen, until Tezuka pulled away and he could move breathe once more, only to have it happen again. Keeping his lids tightly shut, he leaned forward face hovering just above Shishido's back.
Shishido had long given up resisting what he was feeling, or worrying about the consequences, instead he just allowed himself to be sucked up in what he was feeling. And what he was feeling was causing him to gasp and moan in a very uncool way, but he could hear the others doing pretty much the same, so it hardly mattered. Turning his head he tried to look back over his shoulder and past his spread wing to see Atobe and Tezuka but could barely make them out. He could definitely feel them though.
The longhaired mutant could tell every time Tezuka drove into Atobe because it always pushed the blonde deeper into him. It was overwhelming and he was surprised to find he was so close to coming again when his erection and wings had been neglected. It was clear that he had seriously underestimated the pleasures of being on the bottom. He let out a loud moan, something that could have been Tezuka’s name this time, and did his best to hold on just a bit longer because as lost into the feeling as he was, the proud competitive side to him still wanted to hold out longer than Atobe, even if it was just by a second.
Atobe was well aware of the competition, lost in lust or not. Wrinkling his nose in the manner he would when disgusted, the boy took deep breaths trying to keep himself on the ball. He would not come before Shishido, he just would not. Especially after losing to the older boy at the video game (which, by the way, had been a fluke). In fact… Atobe knew that was the only reason Shishido wasn't coming, any sane person would have been done minutes ago. And this just made Atobe want to last longer.
Wrapping his arms around the tan boy, he let out a deep moan, making sure to send cool wisps of air up the winged-boys back as he did. It was then, that the empath realized how hard it was to last much longer. It wasn't exactly fair since Atobe had all of the lust rotating around him (for once not quite a good thing). And, ooh, if Tezuka hit that spot one more time, if Shishido clenched around him one more time…
It was being taken in so deep, being hit on his core and climaxing at the same time. His eyebrows shot up twitching occasionally, and his mouth formed a pout that demanded to be kissed, and Atobe let it all out as he came. He relaxed his muscles, sighing in pleasure at the abrupt cooling sensation. Wet cheek against and equally wet back. His heart fluttered in contentment as he waited for the other two to finish.
Shishido was practically tearing at the sheets trying to keep some semblance of control as Atobe drove into him again and again brushing over that spot that just made him writhe and moan. It wasn’t helping that Atobe was heavily breathing on the sensitive base of his wings but Damn if he wasn’t going to last just a second more than Atobe if it killed him. And just as he was pretty sure it would, he could feel it, hot liquid deep inside him, and while later his mind would happily tell him how gross it really was, his body was currently telling him how good it felt and that he didn’t need to hold back any longer. With a drawn out groan he came, wings fanning straight out, as his body shuddered and bucked back against Atobe’s. The room disappearing behind a fireworks of lights, as he was completely overwhelmed by the force of his orgasm.
Tezuka's entire world had narrowed down, focussed only on the place his and Atobe's bodies met, on the intensity of the sensations there as Atobe's body clenched impossibly tighter around him. In his mind's eye, in phantom feelings and actions, Tezuka was coming, his body was reacting to it, but it wasn't at the same time. Still the 'false' orgasm, the vision -if it could be called that- of what was undoubtedly going to happen, brought about his genuine orgasm. Darkness clouded his vision, the immediate intensity making what he had felt before fade in comparison.
The room slowly came back into focus for Shishido, he was still breathing hard, his hair was all sweaty and had stuck in clumps against his face and neck, and his wings were still bristling as the last tremors of his orgasm worked its way through his body. With a groan, he pulled himself away from Atobe, wincing and making a face as he felt Atobe exit him. His mind was too tired to put much thought into how weird it felt right now and how gross that still warm liquid oozing out back out of him and down the inside of his thigh felt.
All Shishido cared about was crawling the short distance to the pillow and crashing down onto it with a heavy sigh, happy to note that he had managed to avoid falling into the mess he had made when he came. That had been an intense experience and he couldn’t even begin to wrap his mind around it, not when his body was still quivering and stray emotions still floating around. All he wanted was some sleep. Shishido was sure it would make more sense in the morning, and he was also slightly pleased to be feeling tired enough to sleep when it was still night out. That would show his stupid sleep cycle who was boss.
Sliding up, Atobe still managed to keep his movement graceful and poised. Though even Atobe Keigo couldn't retain enough energy after an experience like that one. Crashing into the silky pillow (considering it was a silk pillowcase), he made sure the material curved into his body before sighing. Sending Tezuka a warm smile, he lifted a hand as an invitation.
Responding with a tired smile of his own, Tezuka accepted the proffered hand, using it to tug Atobe closer. Wrapping an arm around his lover's waist he brushed damp hair tenderly out of Atobe's face, "Love you." The words were whispered, so quiet that it was possible even Atobe hadn't heard them. Propping himself up, just about, he smiled down at Shishido too, reaching across Atobe to stroke the other boy's cheek.
Half-crawling across Atobe's reclining form, with nowhere near the grace the other boy had shown, Tezuka settled himself in the space between them, pulling them both close to him. "Sleep," he instructed, knowing full well that no one needed to be told that.
Shishido quickly moved his wing out of the way before it could be squished by anyone, because while he was tired, he wasn’t that tired. He gave a half smile as he saw Tezuka move up beside Atobe and leaned into the soft touch he felt against his cheek. And damn if his eyes didn’t soften a bit, but really, he felt emotionally drained and Tezuka had been nice to him… after a bit of a frosty start but still. When Tezuka shifted between Atobe and him, his smile grew a bit and he shifted comfortably against him. Draping a wing over both him and Atobe as he quickly drifted off to sleep. One hand tentatively reaching out towards the blond empath as his breathing quickly evened out.
Well then, Atobe mused, as the other two settled comfortably. His shoulders shook with their own little secret laugh. Fingering the wings on top of him, his eyes shone with amusement though droopy. Shifting closer to Tezuka while falling asleep he smirked, just a little. At least now he can't claim I molested him.
End Part 2
Rating: this whole log is practically PWP, This part involves blowjobs and full blown 3some sex action.
Summary: Shishido still can't sleep and goes for a walk, and he walks in on more than he bargained for when he finds Atobe and Tezuka making out. Empathic powers run wild and Shishido gets a chance to find out just how gay he is.
Atobe smirked. Blunt it would have to be. "I think I'd like to see if he gives better…" He paused for a second, as if the term was foreign to him. "head."
Shishido had been watching the exchange with interest and was enjoying the feeling of both the physical and emotional touches that he was receiving. Surprisingly, he even found himself paying attention to the conversation, curious to see what it was Atobe had wanted. That was until he actually found out. “What?” He said loudly, wings flapping and hitting Tezuka in the process. Lust could only make him dismiss so much, and he found himself fighting with the current wave washing over him as he hastily moved to a sitting position so he could more efficiently glare at Atobe.
“You want me to what? To him? But…” Yes, he had agreed to repay the favour, and sure, he’d been given blowjobs before and was sure if he had to, he could do a better job than Atobe, but it was still to another guy. A guy he didn’t know very well and receiving and giving weren’t exactly the same thing and why did he feel so naked with these two, and not just in the literal sense. Though he did wish the others would lose the rest of their clothes too.
Sharp nails, lightly, brushed over Shishido's face. "But…?" He dragged the nail harshly down the winged boy's chin, keeping his head in position. "How not honourable, to be too afraid to return a simple favour." Atobe smirked. "You disappoint me Ryou."
Shishido glared down at Atobe as he felt nails moving along his face. His wings rustled behind him as he was insulted, he was not afraid! “I’d hate to disappoint.” He said, pulling his face away from Atobe’s and looking over to Tezuka. Alright, this shouldn’t be that hard, just move over to him, undo his pants and suck. He thought to himself while moving to place himself directly in front of Tezuka. “You don’t mind, right?” He asked a bit lamely while wrapping and arm around the other’s neck to bring him closer for a kiss.
One hand reached up to cup Shishido's cheek as Tezuka broke the kiss a few moments later, serious despite the situation, or perhaps because of it. It didn't take an empath to realise Shishido wasn't entirely comfortable with what Atobe had suggested, "You don't have to do this if you aren't happy with it," he told the winged boy quietly, meeting his eyes to lend weight to his words, "Despite what Atobe may say, the point of this isn't to make you uncomfortable."
Despite the nice words, that really did have a reassuring affect on Shishido, he felt a bit of anger. Did Tezuka think he wasn’t man enough to do it? “I’m fine.” He said meeting Tezuka’s eyes with his own burning pair. “And what Atobe wants is a show. So lay down and I’ll give him one.” He said acting a lot braver than he felt, giving Tezuka another kiss before pushing his chest to help get him down where he wanted.
Slightly stung that his attempts to offer comfort to the less experienced youth had been rejected Tezuka allowed himself to be pushed back, shifting slightly and offering a hand out to Atobe. Since he was the one requesting a show, he should at least be somewhere he could actually see what was happening. Still, he had to offer Shishido another way out of this if he wanted it, "Just remember, if you aren't comfortable with anything, stop. No one will hold it against you."
Shishido nodded to Tezuka, the only outward sign he would give to being thankful for the offer, but he knew he wouldn’t take it. He had to do this, not just because he owed the favour or because of Atobe making fun of him, but this was the chance he’d been waiting for. There would be no quicker way to finding out if he really could date a guy than by seeing if he enjoyed being with these two. It was a bit scary, and he felt horribly out of his depth but with the empath making sure that he was filled with lust and Tezuka having really nice hands and a caring voice he was pretty sure this would be his best opportunity to find out.
Fanning his wings out for balance, Shishido slid back so that he was between Tezuka’s legs and with only slightly shaky hands, began undoing his pants. How did girls make this look so easy? He asked himself as he finally got them undone and was then faced with the task of getting them and Tezuka’s boxers past his hips. “You’re going to have to help here.” He said, looking up at the other, and doing his best to ignore Atobe’s arrogant smirk.
Despite still being concerned, Tezuka lifted his hips, allowing Shishido to remove the clothes. After a short moment, he raised himself to a half-seated position, shrugging off his shirt too. Completely focussed on Shishido, he almost forgot Atobe's presence, as much as you could when he was responsible for the constant swirl of emotions in the room, anyway. Until the other boy moved, that is.
The slight shift of his weight on the bed drew Tezuka's attention back to the diva. Deft fingers brushed lightly against the older boy's groin before easily working open his fly and reaching inside, grasping the heated flesh there. Just because Atobe wanted to watch didn't mean Tezuka was going to leave him out.
A smooth groan escaped the diva's lips; he let the sensation roll through his body. Everything in the room was driving him insane; drowning him so deep, he was nearly lost to physical touch. Or he would have been if his own emotions for the other two weren't as intense as everything floating in the room. It was amazing, how easy it was to make the 'Ego' lose face.
"It's been a while since I've seen this side of you," Atobe considered his words, "At least I know the circumstances should I need to explore it once more, Kunimitsu." Blond hair fell against the silk cushion, his small flush spreading, and breath quickening, though unnoticeable. "Ah… how am I supposed to enjoy the show you're putting on for me?"
Shishido stared at Tezuka’s naked body laid out before him, he really was beautiful, and for the moment, it was his to explore. Swallowing down his nervousness, he ran his hands up Tezuka’s legs to rest on hipbones. He shifted so that he was once again centred between Tezuka’s spread legs, and he tucked his wings behind him. With one hand, he traced a path up to the other’s belly button and was fascinated as stomach muscles shivered at the touch. He probably would have been more fidgety while exploring, but Tezuka’s attention was partially on Atobe.
Feeling a bit braver, he trailed his hand down to chestnut curls, still not quite touching Tezuka’s arousal that was directly in front of him. I can do this He said to himself, finally tracing a fingertip from the base to tip. It twitched and he looked up at Tezuka and was quite satisfied at the reaction. It amazed him how much control over the other he had with such small actions. Staring up at Tezuka, he finally lowered his head and slowly stuck out his tongue to lick at the very tip and the bit of fluid that was clinging to it.
Writhing slightly at Shishido's soft, teasing touches Tezuka bit back a moan. One hand reached down to tangle unconsciously in long hair, grasping almost roughly, while the other tightened its grip on Atobe. Moving his hand slowly, he gasped out. "You... ah... you want to be left out, Keigo?"
"Did…" Oh, that was toe-curling. "Did ore-sama say such a thing?" Kunimitsu… Kunimitsu… He loved his name. It was so much deeper… so much deeper. "Ah… and you worked so hard to…" His fingers burned and twitched. He wanted to stroke that velvet skin but it wasn’t a strong enough desire to interrupt Shishido’s attempt at a blowjob or Tezuka’s teasing hands.
Shishido continued his task at hand, or mouth really. He gasped slightly at the hand tangling in his hair but found it wasn’t that unpleasant, in fact, if Tezuka’s hand really gripped his hair, he knew he was doing something right. He already knew that Tezuka liked long broad licks that went from the base of his cock to the tip. It was weird but Shishido found himself sort of enjoying what he was doing. So feeling brave, he wrapped a hand gently around Tezuka’s arousal and slowly covered the tip with his mouth to suck. He realised with just a bit of horror that he liked the way Tezuka felt pulsing slightly in his hand, and how the velvety flesh felt in his mouth.
Instead of feeling disgusted with himself, or the typical panic attack that normally hit him as a clue-brick did, he just found himself horribly aroused. It didn’t take much to figure out that Atobe was enjoying the attention Tezuka was still giving to him. Not that Shishido minded, it was a nice picture to look at and it kept him filled with enough lust to enjoy this.
Within a split-second, any deliberate attention that he had been paying to Atobe was back on Shishido, or, more accurately, Shishido's mouth. Some dim, distant part of Tezuka's mind tried to make comparisons between Atobe and Shishido, before getting lost under the immediate sensations.
Bucking his hips slightly, being careful not to gag Shishido as he moved, Tezuka threw back his head and moaned raggedly. Between the pleasures he was feeling himself, Shishido's enjoyment of the task and Atobe's indulged voyeurism it felt like he was going to drown in the sensations, especially when Shishido started using his hand and tongue.
Shishido closed his eyes as Tezuka began to squirm under his ministrations, putting a hand on his hip to hold him in place. He did not feel like testing his deep throat abilities any time soon. As the low moan reached his ears, he let out a small groan of his own, that was a very alluring noise and he could feel his body respond in kind, despite having been sated recently.
Then a random thought hit him. Would Ohtori make noises like that if I offered to do this for him? That thought alone had Shishido achingly hard and he let out a small whimper around Tezuka’s cock as he continued to test out new ways to please him with his mouth. When did he become so gay? And why was nobody paying attention to his needs? He opened his eyes to send a burning look to Atobe, surely the blonde could make himself useful doing something.
What was that twinge of something? Cocking his head over, Atobe took in the sight of Shishido as the older boy looked at him. What was that? Obviously, Shishido did not understand the privilege to be in a position like this with Atobe Keigo. Craning his neck back, the diva blinked tiredly; letting all emotions in his brain, flood into the others. No restraints now, just the feeling of emotions on emotions.
Oh fuck. His body arching into Shishido's touch, Tezuka moaned raggedly, the grip on the other boy's hair tightening almost painfully. It was... god... it was hard to believe Shishido had never done this before, but he had to stop soon. The evening would be over far too quickly if Shishido carried on the way he was.
Tugging roughly on the other's hair, Atobe forgotten to the sensations flooding him, Tezuka pulled Shishido up in order to kiss him, "Stop... too good..."
Shishido made a face at the rough treatment of his hair and hoped he would still have some attached to his head by the end of the night. As he sucked, he could feel Tezuka pulsing in his mouth and had to bite back a look of smug satisfaction to Atobe as he was sure he was bringing Tezuka to the edge. But then he felt another much more forceful tug on his hair and was forced to break off from his ministrations.
Being pulled up Tezuka’s body, Shishido moaned at the skin on skin contact and took a brief moment to smirk to Atobe at the compliment Tezuka gave him. His lips were a bit swollen and he could feel a wetness on his chin and lips that he wanted to wipe off but before he could move he found himself kissing Tezuka, and kissing the taller man was very enjoyable. He forgot about swollen lips and let himself drown in the frantic somewhat sloppy kiss. His head was swimming again already and for once, he wished someone would stroke his wings or do something as he writhed against Tezuka, trying to find some much needed friction.
Tezuka groaned as Shishido writhed about on top of him, grabbing the other boy's hips and stilling his motions, "If you keep that up we aren't going to be able to do anything else," he whispered, gaze sliding over the still half-clothed form of Atobe. Why the hell wasn't he naked too?
Carefully nudging Shishido off of him, Tezuka half-crawled over to the diva. "You're wearing too much, Keigo... let me help you with that." Deft hands slid down Atobe's chest, deliberately bypassing the most sensitive areas, to toy with the waistband of his pants.
“Hm?" Atobe blinked himself back to consciousness. Narrowing glazed eyes, the blond attempted to focus through the haze around him. Atobe could feel a smirk rising to his lips as he rested his gaze on Tezuka. If that isn't an appealing sight…
It then occurred to Atobe to wonder what exactly his clothes were doing, still on his body. Rising up at Tezuka's touch, the diva could feel the fine hairs at the back of his neck prick. "If you will, Kunimitsu."
Tezuka wasn't smirking when Atobe moved, but the expression was damn close to it. Lips and tongue followed the exact same path as his hands had as fingers hooked into the fabric of Atobe's pants, tugging them down. He had known already that the other boy wasn't wearing any underwear, but that didn't stop the look on his face from blooming into a full smirk.
Moving almost impossibly closer the blond Tezuka pushed him down onto his back, pressing their bodies almost fully together for a moment then pulling away. Making his way down Atobe's body, skin barely brushing against skin, he removed the last of the other boy's clothing and turned to Shishido, "Come here."
Shishido had watched Tezuka undress Atobe with heated interest and actually found himself licking his still swollen lips as all of the blonde’s naked flesh was exposed for his viewing pleasure. His eyes took in the sight hungrily and that turned to vague shock as Tezuka ordered him to join them. Crawling over to the two wondering why he was the one always following orders and never got to give them. “Yes?” He asked, biting his bottom lip and staring at Atobe’s arousal with curiosity, would it taste like Tezuka’s?
Upset with himself for having such thoughts and being even more turned on by them, he tried to busy himself by attempting to tuck his wings behind his back. It would get them out of the way but he found in his aroused state they would only ruffle and flap back out, it was annoying, but thankfully the other two didn’t seem to mind if soft feathers brushed against their skin from time to time as he moved.
The faintest brush of feathers against his skin sent shivers down Tezuka's spine and he moved to wrap an arm around the winged boy's waist, leaning into him. He had a few ideas Atobe would probably like, but he didn't want him to know until they were happening so he shifted to whisper into Shishido's ear, sucking lightly on the lobe as he gathered his thoughts. "You can see how much Atobe enjoyed the show we gave him, imagine how much he'd enjoy experiencing it firsthand." Yes, it probably sounded absolutely terrible, and he'd cringe if he thought back on it later, but right now Tezuka's mind was too lust-hazed to think of anything else.
Shishido leaned into the touch around his waist and had to fight to keep his eyes opened and focused on Atobe as Tezuka sucked on his ear. And it was really starting to bug him how Tezuka seemed to be able to read his mind, but it did seem to be handy skill. At least he didn’t have to ask, and it could always be passed off later as the empapth’s powers clouding his judgement. Some small voice of his head said it really was the powers in the room and that he’d probably regret this later, but for now, he was happy to indulge all three of them.
Nodding at Tezuka, Shishido moved up along side Atobe and smirked down at him, “Get ready to be awed by my prowess.” He said smugly before licking a similar trail down Atobe’s chest and right up his hard length. With one hand wrapped around the base he lowered his lips around Atobe, trying to remember what it was that Tezuka liked and hoping to get the same desperate noises to come from Atobe.
Twitching at the mock imitation, Atobe was about to respond when Shishido began to lick him. Jumping at the sudden and unfamiliar touch, he slowly let himself accept it. It was sex, he wasn't supposed to be thinking about his image, or trying to keep things hidden. Why was it that even as he said that, he couldn't force himself to let go?
"… Mn…" It wasn't easy. Biting his lip to keep any sounds from escaping, Atobe concentrated. That horribly devious mouth, it was enough to make him want moan something embarrassing. He couldn't, Atobe refused to do something that he would regret.
Shisihdo frowned around Atobe’s cock. He wasn’t responding nearly as well Tezuka had, and Shishido knew his technique would only be getting better not worst. Biting down frustration at Atobe’s unwillingness to let go and enjoy his damn good blowjob, Shishido instead focused on his own enjoyment and own arousal. With luck, the empath would pick up on both Shishido’s pleasure in what he was doing and Tezuka’s in what he was seeing. Picking up speed, he silently encouraged Atobe to moan for him. Not only would it be hot, it would also prove that despite being ordered around he really did have control over the blond.
"Ah…" Atobe could feel his skin quivering, goose-bumps rising as the mouth on him drove him mad. His chest shuddering and his heart fluttering at the repressed sounds contained in his chest. It was hard for him to breathe, the silent moans and gasps strangling his lungs. The pressure was horrible but all Atobe felt was pleasure, lost under other's feelings once more. "R-… Ry…"
It didn't take an empath to realise that Atobe was enjoying what Shishido was doing to him, Tezuka could recognise all the changes in his expression, the tension in his body, but something was causing him to hold back. While Tezuka, surprisingly, was usually the more vocal of the two in bed, Atobe wasn't normally this restrained, and some measure of worry for his lover, his love if he was honest, made it's way through the lust. Gentle hands traced patterns on Atobe's chest, toying with a nipple before trailing down his sides, trying to reassure the other that he didn't have anything to worry about. Leaning down he breathed against Atobe's ear, "It's okay, Keigo, nothing that happens in here will ever get out, you can let go." He had, after all, and loss of control was something he hated.
The pressure seemed to ease as Atobe let out a moan, rolling towards Tezuka's cool touch. "Kunimitsu…" His lips twitched up into a smirk. "I assure you there is nothing you need to comfort me about." He turned his head to nip at Tezuka's shoulder, running tongue over the salty skin, as if imitating Shishido.
"Ryou…" Atobe murmured in a low voice, "more…"
Hearing the moan was more than satisfying to Shishido and he moaned around Atobe’s length in response. Sneaking glances up, he saw Atobe was finally becoming an active participant in this, whatever this was. Though with Atobe’s request he was at a loss, how could he give more? Pulling his mouth away but keeping his hand in place and beginning to lightly stroke instead he looked over to Tezuka with a bit of confusion showing through the lust. “How do I give him more?” He asked through wet swollen lips and a shaky breath.
Chuckling softly at Atobe's comment, Tezuka shook his head, about to say something in response when Shishido spoke. Turning his attention from blond to brunet, he frowned slightly, trying to figure out just why Shishido was so confused. Then it hit him, Shishido had been so good at what he was doing that he had made Tezuka forget this was his first time. Dark eyes narrowed slightly as he though of what he could do. He could, of course, tell Shishido what to do, or even demonstrate, or he could move things on a bit. The latter seemed like the best option, as, while he was a patient person, it wasn't infinite.
Leaning back down to Atobe, pressing a quick kiss to his temple as he did so, he asked quietly, "Is the lube in the usual place?"
Cracking open eyes he wasn't aware were closed, Atobe looked at Tezuka and nodded slowly. "To," he gulped, moistening his throat, "avoid confusion, always." Deciding now was a good time to sit up and survey the surroundings; Atobe off-handily realized that the task was too difficult. Trailing his hand down, he absently began to play with Shishido's hair, watching Tezuka through half-lidded eyes.
Leaning across Atobe's reclining form Tezuka reached for the draw of his bedside table, fumbling through the contents before his fingers found the cool tube. Settling back where he had been he absently noted that they were going to need more soon before setting it down nearby.
Trailing a hand down Atobe's chest, he ended up cupping Shishido's cheek, drawing the other boy up. Once he had Shishido close enough, he ran a hand down his back, fingertips lightly brushing against his buttocks. He didn't want to rush the other boy and frighten him off.
Shishido watched Tezuka pull out a bottle and his mind quickly pointed out to him that yes, this was going exactly where he thought it was and judging his two impromptu partners he had a feeling he wasn’t going to be on the top of the pile. His eyes locked with Tezuka’s as he was pulled away from Atobe, forced to stop his leisurely stroking as he held onto the taller man’s shoulders for support.
The winged mutant was breathing heavily and he wasn’t sure if it was from arousal, anticipation, fear or something else completely. His wings twitched as a hand trailed dangerously close to their base and they ruffled when he realised where Tezuka’s hand had stopped. He would have said something, but he wasn’t quite sure he could trust his voice at the moment. He felt somewhat like this was his last chance to back out. He could still leave, they wouldn’t hold it against them, and he was sure that Tezuka would convince Atobe to not make fun of him for it. But he knew if he did, he’d never get a second chance, and with the emotions in the air, and staring at Atobe and Tezuka, that really seemed like a waste. How bad could it be anyway right?
Atobe somehow managed to prop himself on his elbows, casually taking in the sight in front of him. Despite his slow actions, his mind was moving a mile a minute, taking in the information. Thinking up what to do Atobe decided with a smirk that he would let Tezuka take care of Shishido while Atobe took care of him.
Pushing himself up, the blond leaned close to Shishido, breathing hot bursts of air against the other's skin. "Now this might be a little uncomfortable…"
Wing’s twitched and ruffled and for a moment Shishido tensed at what Atobe had whispered to him. Uncomfortable didn’t sound all that pleasant, but the warning was appreciated. And once again the emotions in the room, the people he was with and his own stubborn pride made him stay where he was and he forced himself to relax. In for an inch in for a mile after all. “Nothing I can’t handle.” He said boastfully, pressing closer to Tezuka, urging him to continue.
Absently tracing small circles at the base of Shishido's spine Tezuka turned to grace Atobe with a brief smile, pleased to see he didn't plan on just watching this time except... Tezuka had never been in a threesome before, and certainly not one where one of the participants had wings. How the hell were the going to manage this? If it had just been he and Shishido it would have been simple enough, but with Atobe too?
"Keigo," he sincerely hoped his voice wasn't as hesitant as he felt, for Shishido's sake, if no one else's. The other boy had to believe that he and Atobe were in control of the situation, "How are we going to do this?" Pass the question off as curiosity for which one of several options were they going to use, and hope to whatever gods happened to be listening that Atobe had some sort of idea.
Blinking at Tezuka, Atobe wondered why on earth the other thought he knew how to go about the situation. But still, Atobe Keigo had to be in charge. Had to know which turns to make and what places to stop at. Or else, get lost along the way
Taking in a deep breath, the blond smirked at the taller boy, "Generally, it's a push and shove action." He shifted, so his other side supported him, raising a brow. "Gently."
Ok, obviously the gods didn't favour him today, because Atobe didn't seem to have any more idea than he did. Which meant he was left with figuring things out. Still moving his hands soothingly across Shishido's bare skin, briefly brushing against the base of his wings before moving down again, Tezuka slid closer to Atobe. He needed to find a way to do this without crushing Shishido's wings, but what?
Sometimes he wished his visions were clearer about the details of what was going to happen, because the vague suggestion of skin on skin and harsh moans wasn't entirely helpful in this situation. Thankfully, a few suggestions were presenting themselves to him as he looked at his bed partners. The idea of being able to watch Atobe fuck Shishido while he fucked Atobe was simply irresistible, but it was a pity the only thing he could think of to keep the wings out of harm’s way meant having Shishido on all fours.
Picking up the lube again, he offered it to Atobe, "Would you like to do the honours, Keigo?" Moving behind both of his partners, enough to one side to be able to watch them, he indicated for Atobe to move behind Shishido. Not that the question really was one, more an order wrapped in a question so Atobe's ego didn't revolt.
Gripping the smooth tube, Atobe flipped open the cap. He didn't know exactly how Tezuka planned on doing this but he could understand what he meant by giving him the lube. Atobe could do that. Gently pouring a trail of the cold liquid over two of his fingers, the diva took his time coating them thoroughly, seemingly having a good time.
Placing a hand on the shorter boy's shoulder, he shifted closer. Running a finger down to his arm, Atobe took in the coffee tan, accented by chocolate strands. Shishido was meant to be eaten. "Relax now."
Shishido had been too busy enjoying Tezuka’s soothing, tantalizing touches to worry about the conversation going around him, but as he found himself in Atobe’s strong arms, he started to question the wisdom of that decision. Still, Atobe gently running his hands over his body wasn’t that bad a thing. He let out a sigh as a hand trailed down his back, relaxing against Atobe. “I am rela- ohh” He was trying to say he was completely relaxed when he felt it, a slick probing finger at his ass. He really should have been expecting that, but somehow, he hadn’t been and the feeling of a finger and then another slowly probing inside of him as Atobe kissed around his wings was very odd. He shifted awkwardly trying to either get away or get more he wasn’t sure. It just felt really odd.
Thinking that maybe he should ask exactly what was supposed to be so great about this, Shishido tried to turn a bit so he could see Tezuka, careful to not hit Atobe with his ruffling wings, but as he did that, Atobe rubbed across something inside of him and he gasped, “Atobe!” He moaned as that place was hit again, falling onto his arms, he buried his head in the sheets trying not to moan loudly at what he was feeling. He didn’t think anything could feel as intense as the base of his wings being stroked, but this definitely surpassed it.
Suckling on Shishido's already sweating shoulder, Atobe ran his fingers over that sensitive area inside of the winged mutant slowly. This was all fun and good; however, Shishido coming two times before him and Tezuka came once was not something Atobe planned on allowing to happen. Withdrawing his fingers slowly, he stared at them blankly.
Blinking out of his daze, Atobe chuckled at Shishido's expression of loss before kissing him soundly. Breaking away with a lazy sound of pleasure, he smiled. "Ready to move on?"
Shishido wasn’t sure what he was or wasn’t ready for anymore. His pulse was racing; his body was begging for more and that horrible teasing Atobe had stopped when he swore he had been so close. The scariest part about this so far was that it was really going to happen, and he was well aware of how big Atobe was having been in very close contact with his erection a short while ago. And now, that, was supposed to fit into him? He was feeling quite stretched with just fingers, but he didn’t want to seem like he couldn’t handle it when he had come this far.
All Shishido did was nod, trying not to meet Atobe’s eyes in case the empath could see the doubt and fear sneaking in to them under the layers upon layers of lust. He just hoped it was only a little uncomfortable.
Watching Atobe prepare Shishido was almost more than Tezuka could handle, especially with the lust swirling throughout the room, and it took all his willpower to stop himself from interrupting. Instead, he reached over Atobe, picking up the discarded lube and coating his fingers with the cool gel. Atobe couldn't have all the fun after all.
Not noticing Tezuka reach over him and grab the tube, something he might regret, Atobe focused on making sure Shishido felt good. The sense of fear was obvious and he made sure to keep that part held in his mind, he couldn't have Tezuka notice it. Right now, he was working on smoothing down the nervous shakes of doubt, spreading his feeling of content around the other like a blanket.
Once he came to the limit of his powers, the blond trailed his hand down the tan back in front of him, alternating between hard and light. It wasn't until he absently stretched out a hand for that familiar tube that he noticed it was gone. Tilting his head in that direction, he raised a brow. "Where did…?"
With one hand on Atobe's hip Tezuka leaned forward, kissing the back of his neck and lightly sucking on the skin there, "Lost something, Keigo?" Briefly letting go of the other's hip he handed back the tube then set about distracting his lover as he prepared him.
"Perhaps…" Atobe answered absently, taking the tube. Squeezing a hefty amount of it onto his fingers he let out a shuddering gasp as he applied it to himself. Well that certainly cooled him down. Shifting closer to the winged-boy he positioned himself. Taking a deep breath to steel himself and gain control over his actions. At least, Atobe thought wryly, the cold lube might make me a bit smaller.
He wasn't, however, prepared for the abrupt, and seemingly out of nowhere, intrusion to his behind. Nearly toppling over, Atobe clamped his teeth shut, preventing any sound from escaping. The empath was used to it, but that didn't stop the shock from ripping through him. Letting out a low hiss, he clenched his muscles as he made a move to enter Shishido again, willing some self-restraint.
Shishido kept telling himself to relax, it had felt better earlier when he was getting into it, so this had to work in the same way. He was just starting to breath normally when he felt it, a slick, hot and large thing pushing at his entrance. He immediately tensed. Thankfully, Atobe seemed to be distracted by Tezuka, who if he tilted his head just right, he could see was efficiently preparing Atobe in much the same way Atobe had him. Watching this helped him to relax a bit and while he was distracted with wondering if he would have preferred Tezuka doing this, Atobe pushed in.
His eyes went wide and he let out a strangled ‘Oh’ as his head dropped to the bed, fists clinging desperately at the sheets. Holy hell that hurt more than a ‘little uncomfortable’. He wanted to know why the hell people did this and if he could still back out but realised that if he wanted to suck Ohtori off, then he’d probably want to do this with him too and he might as well know how. He tried to calm his breathing and relax again, letting Atobe’s emotions wash over him.
He could feel Atobe slowly rock in further and further every time he managed to relax his muscles. “A-Atobe…” He said between harsh gasps of air, the small motions were somewhat soothing to the steady burn he could feel and though it still felt quite unpleasant, what it really felt was very full. He clung to the sheets and shifted a bit when Atobe paused, quietly asking for more of that comforting rocking motion he had been doing earlier.
Working his fingers carefully inside Atobe, Tezuka smiled against the back of his lover's neck, briefly flicking out his tongue to taste the salty skin there. The heated tightness of Atobe around his fingers, the gasps and moans he made as he moved inside Shishido, the uncontrolled shudders as Tezuka brushed across his prostate were almost too much for the precog to bear. He needed to be inside Atobe. Now. Quickly preparing and positioning himself he pushed into the other boy, a lot faster than Atobe had done for Shishido. He knew what Atobe liked, after all.
A sharp inhalation was followed by abrupt stop of all movement as Atobe felt Tezuka inside him. And how could he not? It was a whir of motion drilling into him, allowing him to keep his mind. Atobe loved throwing out words that held two meanings but it was a double-edged sword. Keeping himself low and hidden, it didn't work, he eventually lost the excitement of playing, of feeling, he was waiting to deliver, and there was no winner.
Shifting his hips he didn't move as fast as Tezuka, or as hard. He was lost inside his mind, peaceful as he was in the eye of the hurricane spiralling around him. He could recall his afternoon with Wakato on the couch, how absolutely magnificent it was to be caught in the moment, all of it was his. It wasn't them. It was Atobe, Shishido and Tezuka.
Shishido whimpered, his head against the sheets as he felt Atobe stop moving inside of him. Just when it was getting good. He shifted his hips a bit trying to get motion and let out a relieved moan when Atobe picked up the long slow strokes of before. But now that it didn’t hurt nearly as bad, and he supposed he owed that to his latent healing as well as Atobe’s skill, he wanted more. It wasn’t like the bottom had no control, right? It was sort of like being a girl, and Shishido had had personal experience with a very controlling female.
Making up his mind he gripped tightly onto the sheets and pressed back with his hips as Atobe pushed in, resulting in a faster, deeper stroke that sent tingles up his spine and stars bursting behind his closed eyes. He had obviously found that spot that Atobe’s fingers had earlier. His wings were ruffling and flapping occasionally against them, and every time Atobe’s body or hands or whatever brushed against them it made his whole body weak. “God… Atobe…” He moaned as he pushed back against him again the best he could.
'God… Atobe…' indeed. For Atobe was sure that no person could ever feel like this. Bucking back as Shishido pushed back against him he gasped. He didn't know whether to push back or forward and Shishido… he wanted it like that. Blinking glazed eyes, he let a slow chuckle rumble through him, rotating his hips slowly, before whipping them quickly.
Slowly throwing his head, the diva's mouth formed an 'o' as he panted, breathing quickly. Carefully--tenderly--he leaned his head back on Tezuka's shoulders as he began to gyrate into Shishido, desperate sounds barely formed before more tumbled out.
Being inside Atobe, moving inside him and knowing he was causing as much pleasure as he was receiving, that was something Tezuka would never tire of. Atobe's incoherent moans, combined with Shishido's pleading and the heat and tightness of Atobe tore sounds from Tezuka's own throat, hoarse and rough. Desperately, almost unconsciously, his pace picked up, slamming into Atobe harder and faster with every stroke, the movement affecting the rhythm Atobe had built up with Shishido, and if the sounds were any indication, neither minded in the slightest.
With the rate Tezuka was going Atobe felt as if he was simply there for the ride. Like a hammock on a windy day, caught between poles, left billowing away. But Atobe didn't mind, certainly not. It was mind-blowing that somehow, with such an intense pulse to the room, Atobe could still hold onto himself, he could still, in his minds eye, see himself and not the black shadow that followed him.
"Hnm…!" Dear God… Tezuka had found that special place, touched something that was only him. Arching up and away from the pale boy behind, he bit his lips frozen, until Tezuka pulled away and he could move breathe once more, only to have it happen again. Keeping his lids tightly shut, he leaned forward face hovering just above Shishido's back.
Shishido had long given up resisting what he was feeling, or worrying about the consequences, instead he just allowed himself to be sucked up in what he was feeling. And what he was feeling was causing him to gasp and moan in a very uncool way, but he could hear the others doing pretty much the same, so it hardly mattered. Turning his head he tried to look back over his shoulder and past his spread wing to see Atobe and Tezuka but could barely make them out. He could definitely feel them though.
The longhaired mutant could tell every time Tezuka drove into Atobe because it always pushed the blonde deeper into him. It was overwhelming and he was surprised to find he was so close to coming again when his erection and wings had been neglected. It was clear that he had seriously underestimated the pleasures of being on the bottom. He let out a loud moan, something that could have been Tezuka’s name this time, and did his best to hold on just a bit longer because as lost into the feeling as he was, the proud competitive side to him still wanted to hold out longer than Atobe, even if it was just by a second.
Atobe was well aware of the competition, lost in lust or not. Wrinkling his nose in the manner he would when disgusted, the boy took deep breaths trying to keep himself on the ball. He would not come before Shishido, he just would not. Especially after losing to the older boy at the video game (which, by the way, had been a fluke). In fact… Atobe knew that was the only reason Shishido wasn't coming, any sane person would have been done minutes ago. And this just made Atobe want to last longer.
Wrapping his arms around the tan boy, he let out a deep moan, making sure to send cool wisps of air up the winged-boys back as he did. It was then, that the empath realized how hard it was to last much longer. It wasn't exactly fair since Atobe had all of the lust rotating around him (for once not quite a good thing). And, ooh, if Tezuka hit that spot one more time, if Shishido clenched around him one more time…
It was being taken in so deep, being hit on his core and climaxing at the same time. His eyebrows shot up twitching occasionally, and his mouth formed a pout that demanded to be kissed, and Atobe let it all out as he came. He relaxed his muscles, sighing in pleasure at the abrupt cooling sensation. Wet cheek against and equally wet back. His heart fluttered in contentment as he waited for the other two to finish.
Shishido was practically tearing at the sheets trying to keep some semblance of control as Atobe drove into him again and again brushing over that spot that just made him writhe and moan. It wasn’t helping that Atobe was heavily breathing on the sensitive base of his wings but Damn if he wasn’t going to last just a second more than Atobe if it killed him. And just as he was pretty sure it would, he could feel it, hot liquid deep inside him, and while later his mind would happily tell him how gross it really was, his body was currently telling him how good it felt and that he didn’t need to hold back any longer. With a drawn out groan he came, wings fanning straight out, as his body shuddered and bucked back against Atobe’s. The room disappearing behind a fireworks of lights, as he was completely overwhelmed by the force of his orgasm.
Tezuka's entire world had narrowed down, focussed only on the place his and Atobe's bodies met, on the intensity of the sensations there as Atobe's body clenched impossibly tighter around him. In his mind's eye, in phantom feelings and actions, Tezuka was coming, his body was reacting to it, but it wasn't at the same time. Still the 'false' orgasm, the vision -if it could be called that- of what was undoubtedly going to happen, brought about his genuine orgasm. Darkness clouded his vision, the immediate intensity making what he had felt before fade in comparison.
The room slowly came back into focus for Shishido, he was still breathing hard, his hair was all sweaty and had stuck in clumps against his face and neck, and his wings were still bristling as the last tremors of his orgasm worked its way through his body. With a groan, he pulled himself away from Atobe, wincing and making a face as he felt Atobe exit him. His mind was too tired to put much thought into how weird it felt right now and how gross that still warm liquid oozing out back out of him and down the inside of his thigh felt.
All Shishido cared about was crawling the short distance to the pillow and crashing down onto it with a heavy sigh, happy to note that he had managed to avoid falling into the mess he had made when he came. That had been an intense experience and he couldn’t even begin to wrap his mind around it, not when his body was still quivering and stray emotions still floating around. All he wanted was some sleep. Shishido was sure it would make more sense in the morning, and he was also slightly pleased to be feeling tired enough to sleep when it was still night out. That would show his stupid sleep cycle who was boss.
Sliding up, Atobe still managed to keep his movement graceful and poised. Though even Atobe Keigo couldn't retain enough energy after an experience like that one. Crashing into the silky pillow (considering it was a silk pillowcase), he made sure the material curved into his body before sighing. Sending Tezuka a warm smile, he lifted a hand as an invitation.
Responding with a tired smile of his own, Tezuka accepted the proffered hand, using it to tug Atobe closer. Wrapping an arm around his lover's waist he brushed damp hair tenderly out of Atobe's face, "Love you." The words were whispered, so quiet that it was possible even Atobe hadn't heard them. Propping himself up, just about, he smiled down at Shishido too, reaching across Atobe to stroke the other boy's cheek.
Half-crawling across Atobe's reclining form, with nowhere near the grace the other boy had shown, Tezuka settled himself in the space between them, pulling them both close to him. "Sleep," he instructed, knowing full well that no one needed to be told that.
Shishido quickly moved his wing out of the way before it could be squished by anyone, because while he was tired, he wasn’t that tired. He gave a half smile as he saw Tezuka move up beside Atobe and leaned into the soft touch he felt against his cheek. And damn if his eyes didn’t soften a bit, but really, he felt emotionally drained and Tezuka had been nice to him… after a bit of a frosty start but still. When Tezuka shifted between Atobe and him, his smile grew a bit and he shifted comfortably against him. Draping a wing over both him and Atobe as he quickly drifted off to sleep. One hand tentatively reaching out towards the blond empath as his breathing quickly evened out.
Well then, Atobe mused, as the other two settled comfortably. His shoulders shook with their own little secret laugh. Fingering the wings on top of him, his eyes shone with amusement though droopy. Shifting closer to Tezuka while falling asleep he smirked, just a little. At least now he can't claim I molested him.
End Part 2
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