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scriveynerTitle: Crash the Gates [4]
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Gates'verse
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Kanata/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 5006
Summary: "We're not gonna talk about it now, but we are gonna talk about it."
It had been raining for most of the morning. Even with the umbrella, he’d managed to get soaked, so he brushed water out of his hair with one hand and sighed. Gotou had been woken up by the text - sent godawful early, something like five a.m.; he’d glared at his phone and stuffed it under his pillow instead of looking to see what the message was. He’d all but forgotten it by the time he woke up and only remembered when he saw the message notification when he opened the phone later in the morning.
The message had been from Masayoshi, although god only knew why Masayoshi was awake that early. He’d requested that Gotou come over later in the morning, and to bring an overnight bag. Well, he’d invited Masayoshi (and Kanata, because they were rarely apart when it came to Gotou) over to his place for the day so it wasn’t like he didn’t know the plan. They were just changing location - and he was certain his neighbors appreciated it.
He had stood outside Masayoshi’s apartment building, underneath the awning and smoked a cigarette to calm the sudden flare of nerves. It was a clearly marked ‘no smoking’ zone, and while the doorman gave him a dirty look he chose not to say anything, and Gotou ignored him. He did not understand where the nerves came from; this was hardly the first time they’d had sex, although it was really the first time they’d so clinically scheduled it.
Gotou fiddled with his messenger bag in the elevator, and almost jumped when the tone sounded for Masayoshi’s floor. He brushed his hand through his hair again, they already knew he was here, the doorman had buzzed him through. He knocked on the door.
There was the sound of a scuffle, a thump, several thuds and a high-pitched yelp. Gotou’s eyebrows raised, and then the entire door thudded and he took a step back, just in case, as he heard the lock thrown and the door opened inward. “Gotou-san-!” Masayoshi exclaimed, red-faced and breathing hard.
"Hi," Gotou said carefully. Masayoshi leaned out the door, and looked up and down the hallway as if to check that Gotou was alone. "Masayo-"
Masayoshi grabbed him by the front of his jacket and yanked him through the door. Gotou yelped and stumbled, caught off his guard, and almost tripped. Masayoshi slammed the door behind him and locked it all in one smooth motion before turning and grabbing Gotou by the shoulder, thudding him back against the door and kissing him insistently.
Gotou put both hands on Masayoshi’s chest and shoved him off. He wiped his hand over his mouth and took a deep breath through his nose. “Good to see you too,” he said, and put one hand out to catch Masayoshi if he tried to move in again. “‘yoshi, you taste like vodka.”
Masayoshi cupped his hand over his mouth and breathed into it. “Do I?”
"That’s my fault," Kanata said. Gotou almost jumped, surprised - Kanata was sitting on the other side of the door that closed off the foyer, he could only see his legs from here. There was a shuffle and the legs disappeared, Kanata clearly hauled himself up off the ground.
Masayoshi pressed against Gotou’s outstretched hands. “Gotou-san,” he whined. “Beyond ismean.”
"He elbowed me in the fucking eye," Kanata said. He grabbed Masayoshi by the back of the shirt, manhandling him off of Gotou and giving Gotou a sloppy grin.
"You’re drunk," Gotou said, a little amazed.
"I’m - yes," Kanata said, steering Masayoshi into the main room.
"It’s eleven a.m.!"
"We stayed up all night,” Masayoshi called in a sing-song voice. Gotou carefully took off his shoes, eyes not leaving the pair to ensure he didn’t get pounced, and put his umbrella in the stand before following into the main room.
It wasn’t exactly trashed - he’d seen the place trashed (and had no small part in helping with it himself), but there were several glass bottles open on the bar and on the table, and even underneath the table - a pile of DVDs, cases not clicked closed, food wrappers, and loads of tissues all over the place. “Seems like I missed the party,” he said, slightly impressed.
"I wanted to invite you," Masayoshi said. Kanata had seated him on the couch and he sank back into the cushions, exhaling a contented, almost happy sigh before squirming in place. "But Beyond said no.”
"I’d just come off an eighteen-hour shift," Gotou said. "I would have said no.” Kanata was drunk and Masayoshi was very clearly wasted, this was not what he had planned on at all. “Tell me you didn’t call me just to babysit Masayoshi,” he half-turned to Kanata, who had carried at least two empty liquor bottles to the kitchen area.
Masayoshi spread his legs and patted his lap coyly. “You can sit on me all you want, Gotou-san.”
Kanata laughed, in the kitchen, and Gotou’s ears turned pink. “I’m not having sex with you when you’re drunk,” he said, and turned back toward the kitchen. “How did you get him drunk?”
"Drinking game based on toku," Kanata replied, and Gotou sighed, because that made perfect sense where Masayoshi was concerned.
Masayoshi sat forward on the couch, and planted both of his hands between his legs and squirmed into his seat again. “Beyond, Gotou-san said he won’t have sex with me,” he said, in that whiny sing-song voice. “Does that mean I can take the vibrator out?”
It took a few moments for the words to register - and then Gotou realized that the flush on Masayoshi’s face was more than just alcohol, and the fact that his breathing had not calmed down from kissing Gotou, or the way he was squirming - and Gotou covered the bottom half of his face with his hand but still wasn’t able to conceal his own blush.
"Hm." Kanata leaned on the counter and crossed his arms, surveying Gotou standing and Masayoshi sitting. "Not just yet, I think. It’s still on low."
“Mean,” Masayoshi said, and squirmed again, grinding down into the couch cushions.
"You have a," Gotou said, and Masayoshi looked up at him, wide-eyed and innocent, flush painted deep red across his nose. "Why-?”
"Punishment game," Kanata surprised Gotou, sliding a hand down his side and tugging at the strap of his messenger bag. "You’re still wearing your coat. Aren’t you going to stay a while, hmm?"
Gotou swallowed, and Kanata’s hand drifted back up, cupped his face and turned his head toward Kanata. “I handle my liquor better, anyway,” Kanata murmured, and kissed him slowly. Gotou’s first thought was to reject the kiss, but the slide of Kanata’s lips, his tongue - he didn’t taste as strongly of alcohol, his kiss wasn’t as messily desperate and Gotou gave in to the press of his lips and opened his own mouth under the intrusion.
He turned in Kanata’s arm, his hands sliding up to cradle his face as he kissed him, kept kissing him - Kanata had Masayoshi’s face and he still wasn’t used to it so he closed his eyes and breathed him in.
After a moment Masayoshi made a loud whining noise from the couch. “Not fair.”
Gotou’s eyes flew open and Kanata licked into his mouth before slowly disengaging, one arm draped over Gotou’s shoulders. “Maybe you should have thought about that before you tried to outdrink me, brother,” he said, and pressed his body up against Gotou’s.
He took a deep breath, and then another - Kanata’s warmth was distracting, he was still wearing his bag, and his jacket - and the look Masayoshi was giving them both right now bordered on absolutely obscene. He’d never seen an expression like that on Masayoshi’s face before, not even when they’d been together that first time, and it made something in him resonate.
"Are you two ever not horny?” Gotou asked, only a little breathless.
"That’s a stupid question," Kanata murmured into his ear, nuzzling against him.
"Then let me ask another one," Gotou said, and gripped Kanata’s ass.
#
"Not fair,” Masayoshi breathed, tugging at the soft cloth that bound his wrists. It was secured to the headboard, keeping his arms above his head, and Kanata straddled his chest, checking on the restraints. Masayoshi wriggled underneath Kanata - and he probably could have thrown his twin off if he really wanted to.
Gotou sat on the edge of the bed and wet his lips. Kanata tested the restraints and Masayoshi whined again, lips pressed into a heavy pout. “I was supposed to be in charge,” he said, and tugged his arms again.
"Just have to take a rain check on that," Gotou murmured. "Next time, okay? I promise - as long as you’re not drunk." Masayoshi turned his head toward Gotou and squinted at him, and then nodded his head solemnly.
"I’m holding you to that, Gotou-san." He tugged on the restraints again and lifted his hips up off the bed. "I want to fuck you into the bed."
Kanata leaned forward and braced one hand on his knee, looking down at Masayoshi with an eyebrow raised. “What are you trying to do?”
Masayoshi puffed out his cheeks in aggravation at Kanata, and Kanata scooted forward. He was completely naked - he’d started dropping clothes like a tree in autumn as soon as he realized he had Gotou in the palm of his hand - and that caused the head of his cock to bump, and then drag down Masayoshi’s cheek, leaving slick fluid that glittered under the overhead light.
Gotou swallowed and tried not to come in his pants at the way they were glaring at each other, all tension and heat.
"I still," Masayoshi said very slowly, like the fact had been forgotten in the span of time it took them to relocate to the bedroom, "have a vibrator in my ass."
Kanata smirked down at him, leaning back to press his hand over Masayoshi’s straining erection, where it bobbed back against his belly. “So you do.”
"Is anyone going to do anything about it?" Masayoshi rolled his head and looked at Gotou imploringly, raising his hips off the bed again. "Please?"
Gotou wet his lips and smirked. It was taking all of his self control not to press Masayoshi’s legs up and deal with this issue for him right now himself, but - he was promised a show, dammit. “I’m not the one you should be asking,” he said, and Masayoshi smacked his head back into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut.
"Dammit!"
"Now, now," Kanata murmured, stroking his hand lazily up and down Masayoshi’s cock. "That’s not going to get you anywhere." He nudged at Masayoshi’s face again and Gotou held his breath, with the look Masayoshi was giving Kanata he was absolutely sure someone was about to get bitten in a very sensitive place.
However, after a long pause where the pair must have been communicating telepathically, Masayoshi let out a great, put-upon sigh and rolled his eyes, before turning his head. His tongue darted out and swiped over the head of Kanata’s cock, and Kanata smiled and squeezed Masayoshi’s. “Good boy,” he murmured.
Holy shit, was that hot. He watched Masayoshi lap at Kanata’s cock - and then he squirmed under Kanata’s weight again. “Not enough,” he said insistently, and after a moment Kanata nodded and rose. Gotou opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but then Kanata reoriented himself above Masayoshi, stradling his head and leaned forward, holding Masayoshi’s cock upright so he could tongue it.
Gotou’s mouth fell open, watching as Kanata’s hips lowered and Masayoshi willingly took as much of his cock as he could get into his mouth, eyes closed blissfully, jaw working around his length. Kanata made a low noise, and swallowed Masayoshi down, and for a long moment there was nothing but filthy wet sucking noises. Gotou’s hand fell to his trousers - he was still wearing his pants at least - and he cupped himself through the material, rubbing firmly.
They were both really firmly into it - Kanata’s mouth mapped all of Masayoshi’s cock, up one side and down the other, tongue swirling around it; while Masayoshi’s cheeks had gone hollow, mouth stretched wide and breathing rapidly through his nose. His hips kept trying to come up off the mattress but Kanata kept him pinned, and suddenly Masayoshi started making muffled, desperate noises around Kanata’s cock.
Kanata lifted his head and shot Gotou a glance, eyes heavy-lidded, lips bruised. “He’s close,” he breathed, Masayoshi’s cock pressed against his cheek, hand squeezing the base. “Should I edge him, or do you want me to let him come?”
Gotou wet his lips. “Edge him,” he said, and Masayoshi made a long mournful noise. Kanata lifted his hips, and his cock slid from Masayoshi’s lips with a filthy pop. “Mean,” Masayoshi wheezed, eyes still squeezed tight, voice raw. “Everyone’s so mean to me-!”
"Yes we are, pet," Kanata said, releasing his cock altogether and sliding forward, settling himself across Masayoshi’s chest, facing Gotou. Gotou crawled onto the bed and leaned into him, kissing Kanata again, looking for that taste of Masayoshi on his breath. Kanata nipped at his tongue playfully, then caught his lower lip with his teeth.
Masayoshi rolled his hips up insistently, but Kanata ignored him. “What else did you want to see us do?” he asked, tugging on a loose bit of Gotou’s hair innocently.
He couldn’t think of anything - Gotou’s pants were way too tight at the moment and he rolled back, an arm’s length away, to shimmy out of them. “It’s so nice to do this sort of thing on a large bed,” Kanata observed, as Gotou’s pants went overboard, his underwear soon following. Masayoshi had followed the movement of the mattress, and stared quite openly at Gotou, now naked. He wet his lips.
"Do you want to suck mine?" Gotou asked, breathlessly. Masayoshi blinked, looked up at his face and nodded his head.
Kanata caught him before he could sling his leg over Masayoshi’s head. “No, no,” Kanata said. “Don’t spoil him, Gotou.”
Masayoshi let out another annoyed noise at being denied, and Gotou pressed his knees into the mattress and glared at Kanata, also not pleased. Kanata slipped off Masayoshi and nudged his legs apart - Masayoshi’s hips jerked up as Kanata tugged at the thin wire that disappeared inside him. “Ohh, yeah,” Masayoshi said, head pressed back into the pillow. “Take it out, fuck me-“
"Sorry," Kanata murmured not sounding sorry at all, and bit the soft skin of his inner thigh. "Not quite yet." The control of the vibrator was tucked into a fucking garter, Gotou had stared at it when Masayoshi’s pants came off initially. Kanata fiddled with the dial and Masayoshi let off a high keening noise, desperate.
"Fuck! Fuck-" Masayoshi’s breath hissed out between his clenched teeth, and Gotou took his face in both hands and kissed him. Masayoshi moaned into his mouth. Kanata touched his hip and Gotou reoriented, slinging his leg over Masayoshi’s side without lifting his head, devouring Masayoshi’s every breath and distracting him.
“‘yoshi, ‘yoshi,” Gotou murmured.
"Take it out," Masayoshi begged, tears glittering along his eyes. "Take it out, Gotou-san, please-“
"Kanata," Gotou said, without raising his head.
"I’m not taking it out," Kanata said, and Gotou raised his head. "I’ll turn it back down."
Masayoshi exhaled shakily, and Gotou kissed him again. “Sorry, sorry,” he breathed, brushing the tears off of Masayoshi’s face. “Soon, okay?”
"O-okay," Masayoshi’s voice wavered, but held.
The mattress dipped, and they both glanced over as Kanata rolled off the bed. “You two make me sick, all lovey-dovey,” Kanata muttered, padding off toward the other end of the room.
"Where are you going?" Gotou asked.
"Supplies." Kanata rooted around in a drawer and returned quickly. "Brother’s nice and ready, but the rest of us certainly are not." He tossed the bottle of lube onto the bed, and Gotou watched it fall among the sheets. He wet his lips and met Kanata’s eye.
Kanata read his look expertly. “Oh ho,” he murmured, climbing back onto the bed. “I guess you did come looking to get fucked today, didn’t you?”
Masayoshi moaned at the words, tugging on his restraints and Gotou shushed him, kissing him slowly before situating himself better, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of Masayoshi’s hips, presenting himself without shame for Kanata. “Please,” Gotou said without looking back. He was staring into Masayoshi’s eyes, and he almost couldn’t say it.
"Well," Kanata’s fingers started at the small of his back, brushing slowly down over his ass. "Okay. But I get to fuck you later too, got it?"
"Whatever you want," Gotou said, leaning down to kiss Masayoshi again as he felt Kanata spread his cheeks and press one soft, slick finger against him.
#
There was something intensely satisfying about being taken to pieces like this, Gotou thinks when he can. He likes when Kanata does this, they’d done this several times before, even before Masayoshi was involved - although now Gotou is braced above him, one hand curled into a fist beside Masayoshi’s head, breathing shallowly through his mouth and trying to keep the whines at bay.
Masayoshi’s eyes are wide, he’s watching every movement of Gotou’s face, mouth open just slightly. “You’re so hot, Gotou-san,” Masayoshi murmured, awed.
Gotou leaned down and kissed Masayoshi again, as Kanata’s fingers spread him open. He felt hot, burning hot, and the slickness of the lube dripping down out of him doesn’t cool him at all. Sweat slides down his skin as he tilts his head, Masayoshi’s lips are searing, his tongue broad as he laps the sweat from his jaw.
He’s going to come.
"Stop," Gotou manages to get out, somehow, the word raw. "Stop, stop-“
Kanata hums out a disappointed noise against the skin of his ass, but he withdraws his fingers. “I lost,” he said teasingly. “I was hoping I’d get you off with just my fingers.”
Masayoshi’s eyes are bright in this light, still slightly watery at the edges but he’s been distracted from his own discomfort by Gotou. “I want him to come,” Masayoshi said, unable to shift with Gotou’s weight on him and Kanata practically on his legs. “Make him come for me, Beyond.”
"Oho," Kanata murmured. Gotou shook his head, went to move but then Kanata’s fingers were in him again, three this time, pushing in as deep as he could get and Gotou choked out a whimper and pressed his forehead into the pillow beside Masayoshi’s head.
"Good," Masayoshi breathed, hot across his ear. "Make him come hard."
He hadn’t been spread open quite like this, and he kept his face buried beside Masayoshi’s neck, felt his warmth and his scent as Kanata put another finger in. He’d lost count now, he was so full and Kanata crooked his fingers just so and Gotou’s knees almost went.
A hand encircled Gotou’s cock and he thought feverishly that there were too many hands here at play, but Kanata squeezed him, stroking hard in time with the fingers fucking into him and Gotou’s hips jerked hard and then he was up and over the edge, coming across Masayoshi’s belly with a low noise.
Masayoshi made a satisfied noise as Kanata pulled his fingers free. Gotou was dazed, he felt empty and hollow now. Kanata pushed his hips down insistently and then he felt the warmth of the head of Masayoshi’s cock pressing at his entrance.
Gotou pushed himself up on unsteady arms and dropped his hips at the same time. Masayoshi slid smoothly in, filling him hotter than Kanata’s fingers. His closed his eyes and tilted his head back, sitting all the way up.
There was the familiar chk-chk of a shutter, and Gotou’s eyes opened automatically. He looked over to Kanata, sitting cross-legged on the bed, phone in hand. “What-?” Gotou said, but Masayoshi just let out a long-suffering sigh.
"For my private collection," Kanata said.
"He’s been doing this for a while," Masayoshi explained, as Gotou blinked at him.
"He has pictures of you-?" Gotou’s mouth and voice were dry and scratchy. Pictures of Masayoshi fucked out and wanton, covered in his own come…? It was almost enough to make him hard again.
"Yeah." Masayoshi arched his hips off the bed and groaned. "Fucking- you feel so good, Gotou-san… tighten like that again, ahh-“
Kanata tossed his phone on the bed, out of Gotou’s sight, then rolled onto his side and nudged Masayoshi’s legs apart. “Come on, brother,” he said - Masayoshi exhaled as he pulled the still-buzzing vibrator out of him. “The battery in this thing is impressive,” Kanata mentioned, but Gotou leaned forward and ran his hands up Masayoshi’s chest, eyes locked on him.
"Move," Gotou urged him.
Masayoshi bit his bottom lip but obeyed, rolling his hips upward. He wrapped his hands in the cloth used to bind him, feet flat on the bed as he moved. Gotou braced himself, moving his hips down as Masayoshi went up. He was rougher than Kanata, unpracticed - although he really didn’t want to know how Kanata had gotten so good at this. He felt right, though, and even unpracticed his strokes dragged across that spot that shot sparks up his spine.
"Hell, you two are so hot," Kanata said from behind him. He didn’t jump as Kanata ran his hands down Gotou’s sides - although Masayoshi did stop bearing upward. "I want in on this."
"You want in," Gotou said, chest heaving. "You said you wanted to fuck me too, right?"
"Mm," Kanata kissed his shoulder and said, softly - "is that permission?"
"Gotou-san," Masayoshi said breathlessly, staring up at him intently. "You don’t have to - he can fuck me-"
Gotou leaned over Masayoshi, brushed his hand back through Masayoshi’s hair and kissed him again. “That’s very sweet.”
Kanata put both his hands on Gotou’s hips, holding him steady. “I need you to move just a little,” he said, and Gotou did as he was told, feeling Masayoshi shift inside him.
"Just do it already," Gotou said, one hand pulled tight in the bedsheets.
"Impatient," Kanata said, pressing the head of his lube-slicked cock against Gotou as well. Gotou bit his bottom lip, refused to let the noise out and tasted blood as Kanata pushed in.
It was - it was uncomfortable, he was far too full, the stretch was almost painful. Masayoshi let out a low noise, if it was tight before now he was really being squeezed and Gotou couldn’t tighten if he wanted to. “Goddammit,” he hissed through his teeth, and Kanata leaned back just a little, hands on his hips encouraging.
"Does it hurt?" Masayoshi asked him, worried - Gotou closed his eyes against the stare, focused himself inward, tried to force himself to relax. Relax, relax, relax - and Kanata moved, just a little, his cock pressed against Masayoshi’s inside him and that friction sent tiny pinpricks of pleasure up his spine.
“Oh-” Gotou said, the noise escaping involuntarily.
"Like that?" Kanata murmured. Gotou tilted his head forward, and Kanata did it again.
Okay that? That was doable. He moved a little then, with Kanata’s thrust - which shifted Masayoshi inside him, too. They kept moving like this, little bits and shuffles and Gotou groaning and moaning. “My hands,” Masayoshi breathed - and Gotou stared at him blankly, uncomprehending, wave after wave of pleasure rocking through him. “My hands, Gotou-san-“
Kanata pushed them all forward and Gotou cried out despite himself - but Kanata stretched above Gotou, caught the edge of the knot and yanked. The cloth fell away and Masayoshi wrapped his arms around Gotou’s shoulders, pulling him down. “Come with me,” Masayoshi said, and kissed him.
Gotou couldn’t take anymore, and did as Masayoshi commanded, moaning into his mouth even as he felt Masayoshi surge inside him. Kanata grabbed him by his shoulder as Masayoshi slipped out, and he fucked into Gotou hard. “Fuck,” Gotou said - Masayoshi hadn’t released him, and he kept kissing Gotou through Kanata’s climax as well.
There was silence for a long moment - Gotou closed his eyes as Masayoshi let his head drop back to the bed, and then it all hit Gotou and his knees gave out; he slumped forward on Masayoshi and Masayoshi’s slightly alarmed squawk of “Gotou-san-!” was the last thing he remembered.
#
Gotou woke to the smell of cigarette smoke. He blinked his eyes, a little confused - and felt a warm hand rub his back encouragingly as he stirred. “Who’s smoking my cigarettes-” his words came out in a garble of syllables that he couldn’t quite get his mouth around. He lifted his head muzzily, and realized he was using Masayoshi’s chest as a pillow.
Masayoshi was asleep still, rise and fall of his chest steady, actually snoring a little. “Alcohol’s put him out, the smoke won’t wake him,” Kanata’s voice came from his other side. Gotou sat up slowly - winced quite a bit, and looked at Kanata. He had his back to the headboard - still naked, a cigarette in his mouth and his phone in his hand.
"Since when do you smoke?" Gotou said, and Kanata took the cigarette out of his mouth and offered it to Gotou.
"Since for a little while, but hiding it from brother’s a pain in the ass," he said. Gotou shook his head, and Kanata put it back in his mouth. "I’ll get you yours," he said. "You’re not going anywhere for a little while."
Yeah, he knew that just by the way his entire body twinged, thank you. However, Kanata made no effort to rise from the bed. “So, I thought you should know,” he said without looking up from his phone. “I may have accidentally looked at your phone.”
Gotou stared at him, confused and still a little sleep-dazed - and then everything clicked into place in a horrible little stomach-curdling way. He wet his lips, tried to keep his voice steady. “Did you.”
Kanata raised his eyes to Gotou, finally. “We’re not going to talk about it now,” he said. “But we are going to talk about it.”
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Gotou said. "You shouldn’t snoop in other people’s phones, it’s rude.”
"Yeah." Kanata’s eyes flicked back to his phone screen, and back up to Gotou’s. "Do you really expect any less from me?" That said, he rolled off the edge of the bed, presumably heading for the main room, where Gotou had dropped his messenger bag and his smokes, leaving him alone in the bedroom with Masayoshi.
Masayoshi rolled onto his side, startling Gotou - he sought Gotou’s arm out, wrapping one hand around it and tilting his head in. “Mm, Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said, not waking up at all.
Gotou swallowed around the lump heavy in his throat, and for the first time heard the rain on the windows outside.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Gates'verse
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Kanata/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 5006
Summary: "We're not gonna talk about it now, but we are gonna talk about it."
It had been raining for most of the morning. Even with the umbrella, he’d managed to get soaked, so he brushed water out of his hair with one hand and sighed. Gotou had been woken up by the text - sent godawful early, something like five a.m.; he’d glared at his phone and stuffed it under his pillow instead of looking to see what the message was. He’d all but forgotten it by the time he woke up and only remembered when he saw the message notification when he opened the phone later in the morning.
The message had been from Masayoshi, although god only knew why Masayoshi was awake that early. He’d requested that Gotou come over later in the morning, and to bring an overnight bag. Well, he’d invited Masayoshi (and Kanata, because they were rarely apart when it came to Gotou) over to his place for the day so it wasn’t like he didn’t know the plan. They were just changing location - and he was certain his neighbors appreciated it.
He had stood outside Masayoshi’s apartment building, underneath the awning and smoked a cigarette to calm the sudden flare of nerves. It was a clearly marked ‘no smoking’ zone, and while the doorman gave him a dirty look he chose not to say anything, and Gotou ignored him. He did not understand where the nerves came from; this was hardly the first time they’d had sex, although it was really the first time they’d so clinically scheduled it.
Gotou fiddled with his messenger bag in the elevator, and almost jumped when the tone sounded for Masayoshi’s floor. He brushed his hand through his hair again, they already knew he was here, the doorman had buzzed him through. He knocked on the door.
There was the sound of a scuffle, a thump, several thuds and a high-pitched yelp. Gotou’s eyebrows raised, and then the entire door thudded and he took a step back, just in case, as he heard the lock thrown and the door opened inward. “Gotou-san-!” Masayoshi exclaimed, red-faced and breathing hard.
"Hi," Gotou said carefully. Masayoshi leaned out the door, and looked up and down the hallway as if to check that Gotou was alone. "Masayo-"
Masayoshi grabbed him by the front of his jacket and yanked him through the door. Gotou yelped and stumbled, caught off his guard, and almost tripped. Masayoshi slammed the door behind him and locked it all in one smooth motion before turning and grabbing Gotou by the shoulder, thudding him back against the door and kissing him insistently.
Gotou put both hands on Masayoshi’s chest and shoved him off. He wiped his hand over his mouth and took a deep breath through his nose. “Good to see you too,” he said, and put one hand out to catch Masayoshi if he tried to move in again. “‘yoshi, you taste like vodka.”
Masayoshi cupped his hand over his mouth and breathed into it. “Do I?”
"That’s my fault," Kanata said. Gotou almost jumped, surprised - Kanata was sitting on the other side of the door that closed off the foyer, he could only see his legs from here. There was a shuffle and the legs disappeared, Kanata clearly hauled himself up off the ground.
Masayoshi pressed against Gotou’s outstretched hands. “Gotou-san,” he whined. “Beyond ismean.”
"He elbowed me in the fucking eye," Kanata said. He grabbed Masayoshi by the back of the shirt, manhandling him off of Gotou and giving Gotou a sloppy grin.
"You’re drunk," Gotou said, a little amazed.
"I’m - yes," Kanata said, steering Masayoshi into the main room.
"It’s eleven a.m.!"
"We stayed up all night,” Masayoshi called in a sing-song voice. Gotou carefully took off his shoes, eyes not leaving the pair to ensure he didn’t get pounced, and put his umbrella in the stand before following into the main room.
It wasn’t exactly trashed - he’d seen the place trashed (and had no small part in helping with it himself), but there were several glass bottles open on the bar and on the table, and even underneath the table - a pile of DVDs, cases not clicked closed, food wrappers, and loads of tissues all over the place. “Seems like I missed the party,” he said, slightly impressed.
"I wanted to invite you," Masayoshi said. Kanata had seated him on the couch and he sank back into the cushions, exhaling a contented, almost happy sigh before squirming in place. "But Beyond said no.”
"I’d just come off an eighteen-hour shift," Gotou said. "I would have said no.” Kanata was drunk and Masayoshi was very clearly wasted, this was not what he had planned on at all. “Tell me you didn’t call me just to babysit Masayoshi,” he half-turned to Kanata, who had carried at least two empty liquor bottles to the kitchen area.
Masayoshi spread his legs and patted his lap coyly. “You can sit on me all you want, Gotou-san.”
Kanata laughed, in the kitchen, and Gotou’s ears turned pink. “I’m not having sex with you when you’re drunk,” he said, and turned back toward the kitchen. “How did you get him drunk?”
"Drinking game based on toku," Kanata replied, and Gotou sighed, because that made perfect sense where Masayoshi was concerned.
Masayoshi sat forward on the couch, and planted both of his hands between his legs and squirmed into his seat again. “Beyond, Gotou-san said he won’t have sex with me,” he said, in that whiny sing-song voice. “Does that mean I can take the vibrator out?”
It took a few moments for the words to register - and then Gotou realized that the flush on Masayoshi’s face was more than just alcohol, and the fact that his breathing had not calmed down from kissing Gotou, or the way he was squirming - and Gotou covered the bottom half of his face with his hand but still wasn’t able to conceal his own blush.
"Hm." Kanata leaned on the counter and crossed his arms, surveying Gotou standing and Masayoshi sitting. "Not just yet, I think. It’s still on low."
“Mean,” Masayoshi said, and squirmed again, grinding down into the couch cushions.
"You have a," Gotou said, and Masayoshi looked up at him, wide-eyed and innocent, flush painted deep red across his nose. "Why-?”
"Punishment game," Kanata surprised Gotou, sliding a hand down his side and tugging at the strap of his messenger bag. "You’re still wearing your coat. Aren’t you going to stay a while, hmm?"
Gotou swallowed, and Kanata’s hand drifted back up, cupped his face and turned his head toward Kanata. “I handle my liquor better, anyway,” Kanata murmured, and kissed him slowly. Gotou’s first thought was to reject the kiss, but the slide of Kanata’s lips, his tongue - he didn’t taste as strongly of alcohol, his kiss wasn’t as messily desperate and Gotou gave in to the press of his lips and opened his own mouth under the intrusion.
He turned in Kanata’s arm, his hands sliding up to cradle his face as he kissed him, kept kissing him - Kanata had Masayoshi’s face and he still wasn’t used to it so he closed his eyes and breathed him in.
After a moment Masayoshi made a loud whining noise from the couch. “Not fair.”
Gotou’s eyes flew open and Kanata licked into his mouth before slowly disengaging, one arm draped over Gotou’s shoulders. “Maybe you should have thought about that before you tried to outdrink me, brother,” he said, and pressed his body up against Gotou’s.
He took a deep breath, and then another - Kanata’s warmth was distracting, he was still wearing his bag, and his jacket - and the look Masayoshi was giving them both right now bordered on absolutely obscene. He’d never seen an expression like that on Masayoshi’s face before, not even when they’d been together that first time, and it made something in him resonate.
"Are you two ever not horny?” Gotou asked, only a little breathless.
"That’s a stupid question," Kanata murmured into his ear, nuzzling against him.
"Then let me ask another one," Gotou said, and gripped Kanata’s ass.
"Not fair,” Masayoshi breathed, tugging at the soft cloth that bound his wrists. It was secured to the headboard, keeping his arms above his head, and Kanata straddled his chest, checking on the restraints. Masayoshi wriggled underneath Kanata - and he probably could have thrown his twin off if he really wanted to.
Gotou sat on the edge of the bed and wet his lips. Kanata tested the restraints and Masayoshi whined again, lips pressed into a heavy pout. “I was supposed to be in charge,” he said, and tugged his arms again.
"Just have to take a rain check on that," Gotou murmured. "Next time, okay? I promise - as long as you’re not drunk." Masayoshi turned his head toward Gotou and squinted at him, and then nodded his head solemnly.
"I’m holding you to that, Gotou-san." He tugged on the restraints again and lifted his hips up off the bed. "I want to fuck you into the bed."
Kanata leaned forward and braced one hand on his knee, looking down at Masayoshi with an eyebrow raised. “What are you trying to do?”
Masayoshi puffed out his cheeks in aggravation at Kanata, and Kanata scooted forward. He was completely naked - he’d started dropping clothes like a tree in autumn as soon as he realized he had Gotou in the palm of his hand - and that caused the head of his cock to bump, and then drag down Masayoshi’s cheek, leaving slick fluid that glittered under the overhead light.
Gotou swallowed and tried not to come in his pants at the way they were glaring at each other, all tension and heat.
"I still," Masayoshi said very slowly, like the fact had been forgotten in the span of time it took them to relocate to the bedroom, "have a vibrator in my ass."
Kanata smirked down at him, leaning back to press his hand over Masayoshi’s straining erection, where it bobbed back against his belly. “So you do.”
"Is anyone going to do anything about it?" Masayoshi rolled his head and looked at Gotou imploringly, raising his hips off the bed again. "Please?"
Gotou wet his lips and smirked. It was taking all of his self control not to press Masayoshi’s legs up and deal with this issue for him right now himself, but - he was promised a show, dammit. “I’m not the one you should be asking,” he said, and Masayoshi smacked his head back into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut.
"Dammit!"
"Now, now," Kanata murmured, stroking his hand lazily up and down Masayoshi’s cock. "That’s not going to get you anywhere." He nudged at Masayoshi’s face again and Gotou held his breath, with the look Masayoshi was giving Kanata he was absolutely sure someone was about to get bitten in a very sensitive place.
However, after a long pause where the pair must have been communicating telepathically, Masayoshi let out a great, put-upon sigh and rolled his eyes, before turning his head. His tongue darted out and swiped over the head of Kanata’s cock, and Kanata smiled and squeezed Masayoshi’s. “Good boy,” he murmured.
Holy shit, was that hot. He watched Masayoshi lap at Kanata’s cock - and then he squirmed under Kanata’s weight again. “Not enough,” he said insistently, and after a moment Kanata nodded and rose. Gotou opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but then Kanata reoriented himself above Masayoshi, stradling his head and leaned forward, holding Masayoshi’s cock upright so he could tongue it.
Gotou’s mouth fell open, watching as Kanata’s hips lowered and Masayoshi willingly took as much of his cock as he could get into his mouth, eyes closed blissfully, jaw working around his length. Kanata made a low noise, and swallowed Masayoshi down, and for a long moment there was nothing but filthy wet sucking noises. Gotou’s hand fell to his trousers - he was still wearing his pants at least - and he cupped himself through the material, rubbing firmly.
They were both really firmly into it - Kanata’s mouth mapped all of Masayoshi’s cock, up one side and down the other, tongue swirling around it; while Masayoshi’s cheeks had gone hollow, mouth stretched wide and breathing rapidly through his nose. His hips kept trying to come up off the mattress but Kanata kept him pinned, and suddenly Masayoshi started making muffled, desperate noises around Kanata’s cock.
Kanata lifted his head and shot Gotou a glance, eyes heavy-lidded, lips bruised. “He’s close,” he breathed, Masayoshi’s cock pressed against his cheek, hand squeezing the base. “Should I edge him, or do you want me to let him come?”
Gotou wet his lips. “Edge him,” he said, and Masayoshi made a long mournful noise. Kanata lifted his hips, and his cock slid from Masayoshi’s lips with a filthy pop. “Mean,” Masayoshi wheezed, eyes still squeezed tight, voice raw. “Everyone’s so mean to me-!”
"Yes we are, pet," Kanata said, releasing his cock altogether and sliding forward, settling himself across Masayoshi’s chest, facing Gotou. Gotou crawled onto the bed and leaned into him, kissing Kanata again, looking for that taste of Masayoshi on his breath. Kanata nipped at his tongue playfully, then caught his lower lip with his teeth.
Masayoshi rolled his hips up insistently, but Kanata ignored him. “What else did you want to see us do?” he asked, tugging on a loose bit of Gotou’s hair innocently.
He couldn’t think of anything - Gotou’s pants were way too tight at the moment and he rolled back, an arm’s length away, to shimmy out of them. “It’s so nice to do this sort of thing on a large bed,” Kanata observed, as Gotou’s pants went overboard, his underwear soon following. Masayoshi had followed the movement of the mattress, and stared quite openly at Gotou, now naked. He wet his lips.
"Do you want to suck mine?" Gotou asked, breathlessly. Masayoshi blinked, looked up at his face and nodded his head.
Kanata caught him before he could sling his leg over Masayoshi’s head. “No, no,” Kanata said. “Don’t spoil him, Gotou.”
Masayoshi let out another annoyed noise at being denied, and Gotou pressed his knees into the mattress and glared at Kanata, also not pleased. Kanata slipped off Masayoshi and nudged his legs apart - Masayoshi’s hips jerked up as Kanata tugged at the thin wire that disappeared inside him. “Ohh, yeah,” Masayoshi said, head pressed back into the pillow. “Take it out, fuck me-“
"Sorry," Kanata murmured not sounding sorry at all, and bit the soft skin of his inner thigh. "Not quite yet." The control of the vibrator was tucked into a fucking garter, Gotou had stared at it when Masayoshi’s pants came off initially. Kanata fiddled with the dial and Masayoshi let off a high keening noise, desperate.
"Fuck! Fuck-" Masayoshi’s breath hissed out between his clenched teeth, and Gotou took his face in both hands and kissed him. Masayoshi moaned into his mouth. Kanata touched his hip and Gotou reoriented, slinging his leg over Masayoshi’s side without lifting his head, devouring Masayoshi’s every breath and distracting him.
“‘yoshi, ‘yoshi,” Gotou murmured.
"Take it out," Masayoshi begged, tears glittering along his eyes. "Take it out, Gotou-san, please-“
"Kanata," Gotou said, without raising his head.
"I’m not taking it out," Kanata said, and Gotou raised his head. "I’ll turn it back down."
Masayoshi exhaled shakily, and Gotou kissed him again. “Sorry, sorry,” he breathed, brushing the tears off of Masayoshi’s face. “Soon, okay?”
"O-okay," Masayoshi’s voice wavered, but held.
The mattress dipped, and they both glanced over as Kanata rolled off the bed. “You two make me sick, all lovey-dovey,” Kanata muttered, padding off toward the other end of the room.
"Where are you going?" Gotou asked.
"Supplies." Kanata rooted around in a drawer and returned quickly. "Brother’s nice and ready, but the rest of us certainly are not." He tossed the bottle of lube onto the bed, and Gotou watched it fall among the sheets. He wet his lips and met Kanata’s eye.
Kanata read his look expertly. “Oh ho,” he murmured, climbing back onto the bed. “I guess you did come looking to get fucked today, didn’t you?”
Masayoshi moaned at the words, tugging on his restraints and Gotou shushed him, kissing him slowly before situating himself better, knees pressed into the mattress on either side of Masayoshi’s hips, presenting himself without shame for Kanata. “Please,” Gotou said without looking back. He was staring into Masayoshi’s eyes, and he almost couldn’t say it.
"Well," Kanata’s fingers started at the small of his back, brushing slowly down over his ass. "Okay. But I get to fuck you later too, got it?"
"Whatever you want," Gotou said, leaning down to kiss Masayoshi again as he felt Kanata spread his cheeks and press one soft, slick finger against him.
There was something intensely satisfying about being taken to pieces like this, Gotou thinks when he can. He likes when Kanata does this, they’d done this several times before, even before Masayoshi was involved - although now Gotou is braced above him, one hand curled into a fist beside Masayoshi’s head, breathing shallowly through his mouth and trying to keep the whines at bay.
Masayoshi’s eyes are wide, he’s watching every movement of Gotou’s face, mouth open just slightly. “You’re so hot, Gotou-san,” Masayoshi murmured, awed.
Gotou leaned down and kissed Masayoshi again, as Kanata’s fingers spread him open. He felt hot, burning hot, and the slickness of the lube dripping down out of him doesn’t cool him at all. Sweat slides down his skin as he tilts his head, Masayoshi’s lips are searing, his tongue broad as he laps the sweat from his jaw.
He’s going to come.
"Stop," Gotou manages to get out, somehow, the word raw. "Stop, stop-“
Kanata hums out a disappointed noise against the skin of his ass, but he withdraws his fingers. “I lost,” he said teasingly. “I was hoping I’d get you off with just my fingers.”
Masayoshi’s eyes are bright in this light, still slightly watery at the edges but he’s been distracted from his own discomfort by Gotou. “I want him to come,” Masayoshi said, unable to shift with Gotou’s weight on him and Kanata practically on his legs. “Make him come for me, Beyond.”
"Oho," Kanata murmured. Gotou shook his head, went to move but then Kanata’s fingers were in him again, three this time, pushing in as deep as he could get and Gotou choked out a whimper and pressed his forehead into the pillow beside Masayoshi’s head.
"Good," Masayoshi breathed, hot across his ear. "Make him come hard."
He hadn’t been spread open quite like this, and he kept his face buried beside Masayoshi’s neck, felt his warmth and his scent as Kanata put another finger in. He’d lost count now, he was so full and Kanata crooked his fingers just so and Gotou’s knees almost went.
A hand encircled Gotou’s cock and he thought feverishly that there were too many hands here at play, but Kanata squeezed him, stroking hard in time with the fingers fucking into him and Gotou’s hips jerked hard and then he was up and over the edge, coming across Masayoshi’s belly with a low noise.
Masayoshi made a satisfied noise as Kanata pulled his fingers free. Gotou was dazed, he felt empty and hollow now. Kanata pushed his hips down insistently and then he felt the warmth of the head of Masayoshi’s cock pressing at his entrance.
Gotou pushed himself up on unsteady arms and dropped his hips at the same time. Masayoshi slid smoothly in, filling him hotter than Kanata’s fingers. His closed his eyes and tilted his head back, sitting all the way up.
There was the familiar chk-chk of a shutter, and Gotou’s eyes opened automatically. He looked over to Kanata, sitting cross-legged on the bed, phone in hand. “What-?” Gotou said, but Masayoshi just let out a long-suffering sigh.
"For my private collection," Kanata said.
"He’s been doing this for a while," Masayoshi explained, as Gotou blinked at him.
"He has pictures of you-?" Gotou’s mouth and voice were dry and scratchy. Pictures of Masayoshi fucked out and wanton, covered in his own come…? It was almost enough to make him hard again.
"Yeah." Masayoshi arched his hips off the bed and groaned. "Fucking- you feel so good, Gotou-san… tighten like that again, ahh-“
Kanata tossed his phone on the bed, out of Gotou’s sight, then rolled onto his side and nudged Masayoshi’s legs apart. “Come on, brother,” he said - Masayoshi exhaled as he pulled the still-buzzing vibrator out of him. “The battery in this thing is impressive,” Kanata mentioned, but Gotou leaned forward and ran his hands up Masayoshi’s chest, eyes locked on him.
"Move," Gotou urged him.
Masayoshi bit his bottom lip but obeyed, rolling his hips upward. He wrapped his hands in the cloth used to bind him, feet flat on the bed as he moved. Gotou braced himself, moving his hips down as Masayoshi went up. He was rougher than Kanata, unpracticed - although he really didn’t want to know how Kanata had gotten so good at this. He felt right, though, and even unpracticed his strokes dragged across that spot that shot sparks up his spine.
"Hell, you two are so hot," Kanata said from behind him. He didn’t jump as Kanata ran his hands down Gotou’s sides - although Masayoshi did stop bearing upward. "I want in on this."
"You want in," Gotou said, chest heaving. "You said you wanted to fuck me too, right?"
"Mm," Kanata kissed his shoulder and said, softly - "is that permission?"
"Gotou-san," Masayoshi said breathlessly, staring up at him intently. "You don’t have to - he can fuck me-"
Gotou leaned over Masayoshi, brushed his hand back through Masayoshi’s hair and kissed him again. “That’s very sweet.”
Kanata put both his hands on Gotou’s hips, holding him steady. “I need you to move just a little,” he said, and Gotou did as he was told, feeling Masayoshi shift inside him.
"Just do it already," Gotou said, one hand pulled tight in the bedsheets.
"Impatient," Kanata said, pressing the head of his lube-slicked cock against Gotou as well. Gotou bit his bottom lip, refused to let the noise out and tasted blood as Kanata pushed in.
It was - it was uncomfortable, he was far too full, the stretch was almost painful. Masayoshi let out a low noise, if it was tight before now he was really being squeezed and Gotou couldn’t tighten if he wanted to. “Goddammit,” he hissed through his teeth, and Kanata leaned back just a little, hands on his hips encouraging.
"Does it hurt?" Masayoshi asked him, worried - Gotou closed his eyes against the stare, focused himself inward, tried to force himself to relax. Relax, relax, relax - and Kanata moved, just a little, his cock pressed against Masayoshi’s inside him and that friction sent tiny pinpricks of pleasure up his spine.
“Oh-” Gotou said, the noise escaping involuntarily.
"Like that?" Kanata murmured. Gotou tilted his head forward, and Kanata did it again.
Okay that? That was doable. He moved a little then, with Kanata’s thrust - which shifted Masayoshi inside him, too. They kept moving like this, little bits and shuffles and Gotou groaning and moaning. “My hands,” Masayoshi breathed - and Gotou stared at him blankly, uncomprehending, wave after wave of pleasure rocking through him. “My hands, Gotou-san-“
Kanata pushed them all forward and Gotou cried out despite himself - but Kanata stretched above Gotou, caught the edge of the knot and yanked. The cloth fell away and Masayoshi wrapped his arms around Gotou’s shoulders, pulling him down. “Come with me,” Masayoshi said, and kissed him.
Gotou couldn’t take anymore, and did as Masayoshi commanded, moaning into his mouth even as he felt Masayoshi surge inside him. Kanata grabbed him by his shoulder as Masayoshi slipped out, and he fucked into Gotou hard. “Fuck,” Gotou said - Masayoshi hadn’t released him, and he kept kissing Gotou through Kanata’s climax as well.
There was silence for a long moment - Gotou closed his eyes as Masayoshi let his head drop back to the bed, and then it all hit Gotou and his knees gave out; he slumped forward on Masayoshi and Masayoshi’s slightly alarmed squawk of “Gotou-san-!” was the last thing he remembered.
Gotou woke to the smell of cigarette smoke. He blinked his eyes, a little confused - and felt a warm hand rub his back encouragingly as he stirred. “Who’s smoking my cigarettes-” his words came out in a garble of syllables that he couldn’t quite get his mouth around. He lifted his head muzzily, and realized he was using Masayoshi’s chest as a pillow.
Masayoshi was asleep still, rise and fall of his chest steady, actually snoring a little. “Alcohol’s put him out, the smoke won’t wake him,” Kanata’s voice came from his other side. Gotou sat up slowly - winced quite a bit, and looked at Kanata. He had his back to the headboard - still naked, a cigarette in his mouth and his phone in his hand.
"Since when do you smoke?" Gotou said, and Kanata took the cigarette out of his mouth and offered it to Gotou.
"Since for a little while, but hiding it from brother’s a pain in the ass," he said. Gotou shook his head, and Kanata put it back in his mouth. "I’ll get you yours," he said. "You’re not going anywhere for a little while."
Yeah, he knew that just by the way his entire body twinged, thank you. However, Kanata made no effort to rise from the bed. “So, I thought you should know,” he said without looking up from his phone. “I may have accidentally looked at your phone.”
Gotou stared at him, confused and still a little sleep-dazed - and then everything clicked into place in a horrible little stomach-curdling way. He wet his lips, tried to keep his voice steady. “Did you.”
Kanata raised his eyes to Gotou, finally. “We’re not going to talk about it now,” he said. “But we are going to talk about it.”
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Gotou said. "You shouldn’t snoop in other people’s phones, it’s rude.”
"Yeah." Kanata’s eyes flicked back to his phone screen, and back up to Gotou’s. "Do you really expect any less from me?" That said, he rolled off the edge of the bed, presumably heading for the main room, where Gotou had dropped his messenger bag and his smokes, leaving him alone in the bedroom with Masayoshi.
Masayoshi rolled onto his side, startling Gotou - he sought Gotou’s arm out, wrapping one hand around it and tilting his head in. “Mm, Gotou-san,” Masayoshi said, not waking up at all.
Gotou swallowed around the lump heavy in his throat, and for the first time heard the rain on the windows outside.
