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Even if Ichimatsu wasn’t always able to understand people or their motives, he definitely understood that Momoko and Yoji time alone sometimes. Of course they had sex before. They had it before Ichimatsu entered the picture and they still had sex after. He could tell when they were planning to by the way they looked at each other and he took it as a sign for him to stay in his own room for the night, so he wouldn’t be in the way. He didn’t mind honestly. Even if they were all “dating” (which he found difficult to believe still), he didn’t expect to be involved in their sex life. He gladly accepted the little touches here and there, when Yoji would rub circles into his thigh or Momoko would rest her head against his shoulder and he could feel her hot breaths of his neck. He definitely enjoyed kissing them and getting carried away, and didn’t care whether or not there was more than that. He thought that what intimate affection he did get was enough and he had already accepted the idea that sex was not going to involve him. And he didn’t figure it was a question that would be asked.
When they did ask, Ichimatsu almost popped a blood vessel.
“We figured it was about time we discussed something like this, but you don’t have to stress yourself out about it!” Momoko quickly tried to calm him down after seeing his expression.
“It’s really not something you have to answer right now or at all. If you’re not interested, then you’re not interested and we’ll respect your boundaries,” Yoji tacked on.
Ichimatsu was interested. He wanted to, but just the question stressed him out. Thinking about it stressed him even more. He had already decided it wasn’t going to happen because he thought they wouldn’t be interested. But as always, his boyfriend and his girlfriend continue to surprise him.
“You’ll have to give me time,” Ichimatsu finally answered, realizing that as much as he was interested, he still wasn’t sure if he was even ready for that step into their relationship. His siblings probably would’ve berated him for passing up the offer. But Yoji and Momoko smiled and told him to take all the time he needed.
Even if he didn’t want to have sex with them yet, Ichimatsu would be a liar if he said he didn’t get turned on at the thought of Momoko and Yoji.
Ichimatsu laid in his own bed, one of nights that he didn’t sleep with the other two because he just felt like being alone. It happened sometimes. As much as he loved them, he still needed his own space as much as they needed theirs.
His hand slipped into his boxers and he lazily touched himself, partly because he couldn’t get to sleep and partly because he was bored. At first, he thought about things he remembered from his porn mag collection, cute girls wearing cat ears, paws, sometimes tails, always in lewd provocative poses. Girls with big breasts and cute cat themed outfits used to be enough, but his mind wandered and he began fantasizing about Momoko and Yoji.
He thought about kissing them.
Momoko was always energetic and always excited whenever she kissed Ichimatsu. Sometimes it was too much teeth and tongue, but she liked to bury her hands in Ichimatsu’s hair and hold his face close to hers. She’d accidentally pulled it once and Ichimatsu had moaned into her mouth, which she giggled at, kissing him more and then whispering about how he had a nice voice.
The thought turned him on, making his skin hotter and giving him the urge to kick off the sheets. Now that he was beginning to work himself up, his hips jerked against his own hand as he slid his fingers against his clit. He bit his own lip so he wouldn’t make too much noise.
Yoji always started off sweet, but he had strong hands that would grip Ichimatsu’s waist and pull him closer and closer when they’d star making out. Ichimatsu would nip and bite at his lips, and Yoji always did the same, always harder than Ichimatsu did as if he was trying to prove a point. He’d start at his mouth and move down along his jaw and then to his neck. Even though he was more reserved (or at least seemed so) than Momoko, Yoji was often the one leaving a hickey here or there on the other two. Ichimatsu liked the possessiveness, the way he’d run his mouth down his neck and then suck and along his collarbone where no one would be able to see. He wanted Yoji to do that across his chest, his hips, and his thighs. The thought of Yoji’s face between his thighs made him throw his head back in a soft moan he just couldn’t hold back, rubbing his clit a little harder, a little faster.
He thought about more than just kissing them.
He wondered if they would let him watch first.
He could only guess what kind of partners they were by the sounds he’d hear from their room. Momoko always moaned shamelessly, but they were always mixed with giggles and some indistinguishable teasing words, obviously enjoying herself. She was obscenely loud when she came, sometimes wordless, sometimes what sounded like Yoji’s name echoing in Ichimatsu’s ears. Yoji always seemed to try to muffle his own noises, but Ichimatsu would still hear his groans and frustrated curses. He sometimes would repeat Momoko’s name over and over, almost like he was begging and Momoko always seemed to giggle at that too.
He wondered if they would indulge him.
Would Momoko sit on his face if he asked? Probably. She was the up-for-anything type. Hell, based on what he could hear, Ichimatsu would bet money that she calls the shots when she’s with Yoji. She’d probably be the same with Ichimatsu (he hoped). He imagined her hands back in his hair, gently praising him at what a good job he was doing at eating her out, moaning and rocking against Ichimatsu’s mouth while he held onto her hips. He whimpered just thinking about it.
Would Yoji fuck him if he asked? Maybe. He’d probably take his time, working Ichimatsu up and making sure he was stretched out properly. Or maybe Momoko would do it, just to tease and praise Ichimatsu more while Yoji watched and stroked himself until Ichimatsu was ready. He imagined Yoji’s strong hands at his hips, holding tightly as he slid his dick into him, filling him up.
Ichimatsu couldn’t hold back his needy whimpers when he finally slid a finger into himself, not at all what he actually wanted, but good enough. He almost immediately added a second finger, and then moments later a third, building up a quicker pace. His bed creaked a bit too loudly, but he hardly noticed over his own thoughts and increasingly lewder sounds.
Maybe Momoko would touch herself while she watched Ichimatsu and Yoji, right in Ichimatsu’s line of sight so he’d see her pleasuring herself. Maybe Yoji would lean down and bite down on his neck, where people could see it, or maybe he’d grab at his hips a little too hard that they would bruise. He whined desperately, grinding against his own fingers and fucking himself harder.
They could probably hear him now, every wrecked gasp and moan that was now freely escaping his dry mouth. He licked his lips and tried again to bite down any noises, but he couldn’t, not with how hot and desperate and good he felt. He spread his legs, trying to get a better angle with his fingers, trying to rub his clit more, trying anything that would get him closer and his pitiful whines and moans of desperation were loud in his own ears. They could definitely hear him.
He didn’t care.
He just wanted to cum.
The fact that they could definitely hear him just got him more riled up.
He wondered if Yoji would be the type to take it slow and gentle (likely) or if he’d fuck his brains out. Maybe if he asked for the latter, he would. Maybe Momoko would kiss Ichimatsu through his needy noises while Yoji fucked him and pinch at his chest, playing with his sensitive nipples. He could practically hear their voices encouraging him to cum, imagining their hot whispers against his ear. Maybe if he asked, they’d call him Ichimatsu-sama.
He wanted to hear it from both of them.
He was embarrassingly loud when he did cum, back arching with the intensity of his orgasm, and it felt so good, so fucking good he could hardly believe it. His body shook, his toes curled, and he could barely catch his own breath. He rocked his hips against the fingers were now pressing against his clit, a little too sensitive now that he had climaxed. The hypersensitivity made him jerk and gasp in the nicest way and he continued to rub lazily until his orgasm passed. His fingers were disgustingly slick and sticky at the end, and he carelessly wiped it on the sheets of his bed before rolling over and finally falling asleep
Maybe he should take their offer after all.