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It started months ago, really. At least the idea was planted, however vague. The three of them had gone to the tavern, a rare night where none of them had a mission. They drank, they joked, the flush of alcohol becoming prominent by the time Shinazugawa wandered off, made his way to a beautiful woman who had been eyeing him since they'd arrived. Kyojuro watched the way they spoke, the way Shinazugawa crowded into her personal space, a smirk on his face and a blush on her cheeks. More drinks, less space between Tengen and himself, heated ideas shared in the air between them, and his eyes wandered back over to their friend, and oh , what he saw certainly was a sight to behold..

Shinazugawa had the woman pressed to the wall near the exit, mouthing at her neck as his hands grabbed at her hips, her thighs. There was a possessive, domineering air about him, and gods above the look on her face spoke volumes to the way he rocked his hips against her, shameless as ever in the dim lantern lighting. Heat surged through Kyojuro at the display, the flush darkening on his cheeks from more than the sake. He squirmed in his seat, felt himself getting slick between his thighs, imagining for just a moment that it was him in that woman's place. He didn't notice the way he leaned forward some as he stared, didn't even fully realize he was staring until the two made their way out the door finally and Tengen was suddenly in his space, smirking at him with a knowing glint in his eyes.

"Hey, Kyoo? Are you there?" He singsonged teasingly, brushing a stray curl behind the other's ear. "What were you staring at, hm? Could it have been our friend as he was…" The fingers trailed from his hair down his neck, feather light. " Busy with that woman?" The way he asked made Kyojuro certain he already knew, he turned away and though his face burned with the embarrassment of getting caught, the alcohol left no filter between his brain and his mouth, the words tumbling out in a breath. "I just know a night with Shinazugawa would be one to remember..he seems as if he'd be beast if you took him to bed.." He was surprised that his words were met only with a low, warm chuckle, and he looked to Tengen, eyes half lidded as they roamed his lover's features. There was a heat in pretty magenta eyes, undeniable lust in his movements as he slid his hand to grip at the back of his neck.

" Oh , little dove..so you were enjoying the show, hm..?" He leaned forward some as he spoke, his breath tickling Kyojuro's skin as ran his nose along his jaw, pressed his lips below his ear gently before murmuring, "Did it get you hot, Kyo..? Watching the way he touched her, grabbed at her.." Tengen's other hand slid along his thigh, and Kyojuro's breaths started to come in shaky, eyes closing and head tilting to make room for his lover. "Y'know..I bet you're right. I bet he does fuck like a beast..Mmh." He began to kiss and nip at the sensitive skin below Kyojuro's ear, and the younger made a soft sound, nearly a whimper from the mix of his words and the images floating through the haze of intoxication in his mind. He could practically see it, the gleam in violet eyes, how similar it would be to when he was in battle, the sure way he would grip at Kyojuro's skin, manipulate his body how he wanted it, and the way scarred flash would look pressed against his own, how it would feel under his hands, his tongue . 

"Fuck baby that's really working you up, huh..? Lemme help you with that.." Tengen breathed against his skin, words all but a moan. "Let's get back..wanna fuck you, Kyo, sweetheart.." The smaller man pressed as fully against Tengen as he could with a breathy moan, suddenly desperate for the man, wet and aching between his legs. He nodded, gripping onto his shirt with both trembling hands, whispering just loud enough for him to hear, "Please.." And off they went. They didn't really talk about again after, Kyojuro not really able to think much with how deep, how thoroughly Tengen fucked him that night, pressed against the wall and still mostly clothed, too caught up in one another and desperate to even make it to the bed.

But it wasn't too long before it was brought up again, in a roundabout way. They were closed in one of the rooms in headquarters, tangled up in the sheets and each other. Kyojuro was spread on his back, his legs hooked over Tengen's shoulders and one hand buried in snowy hair as his back arched up, sinful, hushed moans spilling from his lips as a skillful tongue on his cunt chased away most thoughts. The man pulled away with a wet, filthy sound, and Kyojuro panted for breath and groaned softly as he felt a sharp bite to the inside of his thigh before Tengen spoke. "So pretty baby.. fuck, can't get enough of you like this.." His eyelashes fluttered open to look down at him, hand sliding from his hair to his cheek for a moment, laughing softly, sweetly at his words and giving him a breathless smile. Tengen turned slightly to kiss his palm but kept his eyes on Kyojuro's, a mischievous smirk laid over his features. "I mean it.." He placed a kiss just above Kyojuro's slit, and he shivered at the warm lips being so close to where he wanted them.

"I wonder what it would be like..to see the whole picture..see every bit of you as you fall apart.." Before Kyojuro could respond he was whining and dropping his head back, Tengen groaning as he slid his tongue from his entrance to his swollen clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard enough to pull a cry from Kyojuro's chest. He arched and bucked his hips toward the sensation, whining a little with each movement and tugging his loves hair to keep him right there ..but Tengen had other plans, pulling off with another lewd pop. "I've got a pretty clear picture of it, you know.." Kyojuro groaned, frustrated at the loss, and looked down to his love, panting. "O-of..huh? What?" Tengen grinned up at him, and he melted a little at the sight, heart fluttering in his chest. "Of you dove..and.." He idly stroked his thumb across Kyojuro's clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through his core, making his toes curl, and Tengen hummed some before continuing. "And..maybe someone else..putting on a show for me, Kyo.."

Kyojuro's eyes widened, a little gasp slipping from him at the other's words. Him.. with someone else ? His first reaction was absolutely not , he couldn't think of being with anyone else…but then it hit him. Someone else to hold him down, to fuck him breathless ..all while he was able to stare into that lust-addled pink gaze, feel it on him like another physical touch..

Tengen must have heard the way Kyojuro's heart stuttered, heard the way his breath caught, because suddenly he was groaning, gripping Kyojuro's thighs harder and burying his face back into his wet cunt with renewed vigor. Kyojuro covered his mouth quickly, arching up and muffling a high whine against it as his lover's tongue fucked into his hole, eyes nearly rolling back when his thumb came back to rub quickly at his clit, leaving Kyojuro gasping, whining. His free hand grasped at Tengen's already tangled hair once again, rolling up into his mouth and crying out shakily, head filling with vivid images of what his love had suggested, of another body there with them, someone strong, rough, another deep voice in his ear…it didn't take long before he was cumming, sobbing out his pleasure in the form of Tengen's name. 

When Tengen fucked him after, slow, deep, took him apart in a mind numbingly meticulous way, it was with a constant stream of filthy fantasies rumbled into Kyojuro's ear. "Think about it baby..what about someone we know seeing you so desperate and needy..? Someone who could make you fall apart like me..rough you up just how you like, right honey? Someone to grab you, pin you, fuck you..like a beast." His words were intentional, something building behind them, and the familiarity of the last phrase struck something within Kyojuro. 

When he came, it was with the bright image of two heads of white hair behind his eyelids.

After that, the thought was never far from Kyojuro’s mind. Sometimes, it was just a faceless someone , but other times… most of the time..there was a specific image in mind. Pale hair and a flash of purple eyes..

But he tried to stay clear of those thoughts, those fantasies, cheeks flushed each time they crept up on him, unaware of the way his love was watching him, listening to the excited rhythm of his heart, knowing. Despite that, it was still a few weeks before the subject was brought up again, more than just passing comments to rile Kyojuro up whenever they were behind closed doors.

Another finished mission, another instance of the three of them ending up at headquarters for a day or two at the same time. It was a sunny, warm day, pleasant and breezy. Kyojuro had joined Tengen and Shinazugawa outside in the training area, though he was merely there to watch, wanting to relax for a while. And gods above, watch he did . They were breathtaking, both shirtless and glistening with sweat from the exertion, motions practiced, fluid, like they were dancing around one another instead of fighting. Kyojuro was enamored, gaze constantly sliding from his love, tall, graceful, gorgeous , all flamboyant moves and flourishes, laughter in his eyes and a cocky smirk on his lips, to Shinazugawa, whose movements were sharp, brutal, to the point. The gleam in his eyes was vibrant, full of fight and an intensity that made him shiver , a snarl on his lips and grunts of effort that brought him once again back to those thoughts, those fantasies. And suddenly, the vivid images Tengen would paint through his mind in the night, the ones that always brought him higher, hotter, were suddenly crystal clear as he watched the two of them.

Kyojuro flushed, the heat that ran through his body causing him to suppress a full body shudder as he shifted where he sat, mildly embarrassed to realize the sight of them alone was already making him wet. His eyes remained trained on them, but they began to lose focus as he got lost in his lewd thoughts, though he quickly came back to what was happening the second Tengen’s gaze snapped to his, intrigue and heat evident in the way his eyes raked over Kyojuro's form. He waved a hand at Shinazugawa to signal a break, and Kyojuro swallowed some in anticipation as the taller man made his way over until he was looming just above him, smirk growing and eyes narrowing some.

“Enjoying yourself, love?” He cocked his head as he spoke, that velvet, sensual voice fanning the growing arousal between Kyojuro’s legs. He bit his lip some, looking over the broad, bare chest of his lover, his only answer being the way his darkening eyes met Tengen’s own. He hummed slightly after a moment, leaning back to support his weight on his hands as he cocked his own head to the side. “What if I am?” The other man gave a low chuckle, settling on the grass next to him and leaning to his ear. “I would say I know it’s not just me that you’re enjoying..” Goosebumps raised over Kyojuro’s skin as his cheeks flamed up once again, eyes flicking to where Shinazugawa still stood then quickly back to his love. Tengen’s smirk only grew, taking a look at the other man himself and continuing to murmur. “So you have been thinking about it, hm..? I will say, I wasn’t exactly trying to be subtle , but...after that night at the tavern I’ve been wondering..I’m glad to see we’re on the same page.”

Kyojuro’s breath caught slightly, jaw dropping slightly as he looked at Tengen. “Wait..you mean..you..you’ve been serious.” It’s a statement, but Tengen still grins, looking back to him with a wink. “I’m always serious when it comes to that, darling. C’mon, think about it.” He leans into Kyojuro’s space, tracing a hand up his back to his neck, guiding his gaze back to an oblivious Shinazugawa. “The two of you would paint such a gorgeous picture for me, dove..you would sound so perfect for me as he worked you over..can’t tell me it doesn’t sound good to you, it’s written all over your face.” Kyojuro’s cheeks burned, but he was unable to say anything to deny it. Tengen ran his lips along the outside of Kyojuro’s ear before continuing once more, “I know he could handle you, too..put you in your place. Think of that night, how he held that woman..” His voice began getting a little breathy against Kyojuro’s skin, causing a fresh wave of goosebumps, his words doing things to him, making his eyes begin to slip shut. He couldn’t deny it, the thought of being under those hands, under that gaze..

And as if he sensed the two pairs of eyes on him, the man in question turned his head. Violet met red and gold briefly, and Kyojuro all but startled in his lover’s hold, tearing his gaze away as quickly as he could to turn to Tengen, a little breathless and wide-eyed. Tengen’s stare was steady, hungry, knowing. His voice was rougher with lust, hand gripping tighter on the back of Kyojuro’s neck. “Just say the word, dove. Say it and I’ll make it happen..” Kyojuro took in a shaky breath, looking over Tengen’s face, but just as he began to nod a rough voice interrupted.

“Are ya gonna sit over there all fucking day and sweet talk, or are you gonna take me on again, Uzui?” Kyojuro bit his lip, chancing another glance over at Shinazugawa with his face heated to the tips of his ears. It could just be wishful thinking, but he could almost swear there was just a hint of… interest in those intense eyes? He looked back to Tengen, who was still looking him over carefully, not answering the other just yet. Kyojuro met his eyes, hesitating only a moment before giving one slow, deliberate nod, releasing his lip from his teeth with a slightly shaking breath. His lover gave a sharp, wolfish grin, squeezing his hand just slightly around the back of  Kyojuro’s neck once more, murmuring to him, “Leave it to me, sweetheart.” With that he stood again, turning to Shinazugawa with a hint of that hunger still in the tilt of his smirk as he made his way back over to him.

Kyojuro was buzzing , watching him go and blinking his eyes a few times to clear his head. He was almost in disbelief, breath still coming in a little shaky and thighs squeezing together some as he really thought on what he’d just agreed to. He ran a hand through his hair, looking up to see the two of them speaking more quietly than a moment before, hungry glances being tossed his way from the taller man, and he stood on slightly trembling legs. He looked over the two of them once more before turning and making his way back into the main house, hoping to find a way to cool down before Tengen found him again.

It didn’t seem he had much time, however. Unsurprisingly, Tengen worked fast when it came to things he wanted..especially where Kyojuro was concerned.

Kyojuro was walking back into the room he and Tengen shared after a bath, still toweling at unruly curls, when familiar hands were at his waist, pressing him against the wall seconds after he slid the door shut. He gasped softly, but quickly melted into the touch when warm, playful lips nipped at his throat. He tossed the towel aside and grabbed on to his lover, hips pushing forward into the body in front of him. “We-well, hello to you..” Kyojuro chuckled breathily, and Tengen grinned against his neck, nipping one last time before pulling back. “So..about what we decided earlier..” Kyojuro bit his lip at the mention of it, looking up to meet Tengen’s playful gaze. “I..yes..what of it?” He couldn’t hide the slight waver in his tone, nerves and lust warring within. “How would you feel..” Tengen leaned back in, placing kisses down the side of his neck, instantly relaxing him, causing his eyes to slip closed for just a moment. “If we did that tonight..?” 

Kyojuro’s eyes flew back open, gripping tighter on to the other man as arousal zapped through his body, up his spine. “T-tonight? As in..as in tonight ?” Tengen chuckled softly, hands rubbing up and down his sides before settling at his hips. “Yes, dove, tonight ..Shinazugawa was..” He sucked in a slow breath, squeezing his hips gently and pressing closer. “ Very interested, to say the least..enthusiastic, I’d dare say..we talked it over, made some plans..seems he’s been watching us the same as we’ve been watching him..” Kyojuro shivered, let his eyes close once more as Tengen’s voice, his touch lulled him, abated the nerves until only the desire remained. “He’s been watching you dove..so how about we make it a night to remember for all of us?” Kyojuro took a moment to answer, letting their bodies slowly move, rock together in a familiar rhythm for a moment before parting his lips with a soft sigh of a moan, every little image, thought, passing fantasy from the past few weeks flitting across his mind’s eye. In the end, there was only one answer he really wanted to give.

“Yes.. gods yes, Tengen.”

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Kyojuro went back to their shared room first after dinner, wanting a few moments to himself to gather his thoughts, his nerves…and also to prepare himself. He stripped himself of his uniform, finding the different oils and perfumes tucked away that he usually used on more..special nights with Tengen. He felt they were appropriate, somehow. He took a breath, pouring some of his favorite fragrance into his palm and warming it between his hands, slowly rubbing himself down with it and letting his mind begin to wander through thoughts of the night ahead, letting the familiar smell wash over him. He bit his lip as he slid his hands up his legs, his thighs, closing his eyes for just a moment as he pictured they were different hands, large hands or maybe even scarred ones..and shivered in anticipation, lathering the oil up his hips, sides, chest, chasing the phantom feeling of warm lips and wandering fingers.

He finished with the oil and wiped his hands, grabbing his brush from the dresser and settling in front of their mirror, carefully pulling his hair free from the tie before brushing it out, slowly and carefully, knowing that tengen loved the look of it around his shoulders. He allowed himself a moment to wonder what Shinazugawa would feel about it, and felt himself flush, slightly enamored with the fresh feeling of butterflies he got at the idea of another man seeing him in the way his beloved usually does, excited at the newness of it all.

Finally, once he was finished with his hair and the oil had dried, he grabbed his robe, a fine thing made of red silk and gold thread, something Tengen had picked up for him when out on a mission some months ago. He moved on to the bed, taking a slow, deep breath to steady himself, yet despite this his heart was still hammering in nervous excitement as he got comfortable, waiting the only thing left to do now as arousal already began to pool in his gut.

He tried his best to not fidget, to not get too in his head about it, but he didn’t have long to sit and fret before the door was sliding open and Tengen was stepping into the room. He looked up to him and chewed his lip, leaning forward some and watching the way magenta irises darkened with hunger as his lover took in the sight of him. He slowly relaxed back again as the other man made his way over to him, smiling coyly as he let the front of the robe part just enough to tease. “What do you think..?

“Oh dove ..” Tengen sighed, lowering himself to sit next to Kyojuro on the bed and smoothing a hand up his thigh, slipping under the silk laying there. “You look..” His gaze slid over Kyojuro’s body once again and he shivered beneath it, feeling his cheeks begin to heat at the attention. “You look divine ..this really will be a show to remember for me, baby..want you to be good for Shinazugawa, okay? Don't worry about me tonight..I promise I'll be enjoying it as long as you are.” A large hand cupped his cheek and Kyojuro leaned into it, eyelashes fluttering some as he nodded, gazed up at his lover for a brief moment before their lips met, tender and gentle, but slowly building, deepening with the simmering heat between them. 

When a soft tongue slid along the seam of his lips, Kyojuro was eager to part them, to let the other in, to have a taste of his love. He moaned softly as it went on, and Tengen responded with a hum of his own, his other hand coming up to the other side of Kyojuro’s face to pull him in closer, and Kyojuro’s own hands slid up his broad chest and around to the back of his neck, doing the same. He was melting, the way Tengen mapped every inch of his mouth, the way he shifted closer, crowded him back on the mattress as he kissed him breathless, all of it accumulating in a sharp flash of heat through his body, between his legs, a fire that licked up his spine in time with the way Tengen licked  his way deeper into Kyojuro’s mouth, determined to steal the very air from his lungs it seemed. 

Lost in it as he was, he just barely registered the sound of the door sliding open, then shut, before Tengen was pulling away, licking his lips as both of their eyes turned to the man now standing in front of them, a smirk twisted across that scarred, handsome face.

“Well now..” Kyojuro sucked in a soft breath as that intense violet gaze locked in on his own, a chill running through him at the rough tone of arousal that carried promise , even with just a few words. “Don’t get started without me.” Tengen grinned above him, glancing back down at him and patting his cheek gently with a soft, amused whisper of “ Have fun, dove” before pulling himself fully away, standing up and making himself comfortable on the cushion a little ways away from the bed. All the while, Kyojuro’s eyes were trained on Shinazugawa, breath picking up at the growing lust written all over his friend’s features when he gave him a once over before meeting his eyes again, stepping further into the room.

“Shit, Kyo..you really are fuckin’ gorgeous .” Shinazugawa walked closer to the bed, and Kyojuro sat up, flushing from his words and moving up onto his knees at the end of the bed, looking the other man over up close, openly, not worried about being caught and taking advantage of being able to look his fill. “I’m..glad you approve..” He reached a hand up, just inches away from touching the other’s ever-exposed chest when a strong, rough hand closed around his. His eyes snapped up to Shinazugawa’s face, and he watched the smirk on his face sharpen. “No, no..not just yet.” He was tugged closer by his wrist and his breath caught some at the proximity, the other leaning in some as his voice dropped with his quiet, firm command. “Stand up and strip for me..let me see what I’m working with, yeah?”

Kyojuro shivered, only able to nod and stand to do just as Shinazugawa said. He kept his eyes trained on the other man, biting his lip as he slowly unties the robe, sighing softly at the feeling of the silk sliding down his arms as it fell from his body. His cheeks flushed as Shinazugawa circled him slowly, eyes raking over every bit of Kyojuro’s body before he stopped behind him. Kyojuro tensed slightly for only a moment before his breath hitched at the feeling of fingers trailing the curves of his sides, down his hips where one latched on as the other slid around to the front of him, his head tilting back just slightly as rough fingers teased just above where he was already beginning to ache.

Shinazugawa's breath grew heavier behind him and his slightly parted lips pressed against the top of his shoulders as his fingers did finally slip down where Kyojuro wanted, needed them, bringing a shaky moan from his chest when the rough skin slid through damp folds. Shinazugawa's own groan vibrated over his skin and his eyes fluttered shut, his hands coming up to curl over the other's wrist for something to ground him, becoming dizzy with the pleasure of an unfamiliar touch, the way Shinazugawa rubbed at him, teased him, explored him..

“ Fuck he wasn’t wrong..such a perfect little pussy..already wet for me too, huh..? Fucking incredible, Kyo..gonna make a fucking mess of it before I’m done with you tonight.”

He gasped softly as he was suddenly released, that touching leaving him just as quickly as he received it, and he whined at the loss. Shinazugawa huffed in amusement behind him, and before he knew it, the man was grasping onto him, tugging him on to the bed. Kyojuro’s eyes widened in surprise as his breath left him in a gasp at the rough treatment, heat rushing, roaring through his veins as Shinazugawa moved him to his liking. He was settled over his partner’s lap, facing out so he could look out at Tengen, with his legs spread over Shinazugawa’s thighs, rough, scarred hands gripping at his thighs to keep him exactly that way. His body flushed, trembled at the vulnerability of it, breathless mewls spilling without thought as he began to pant, head tilting back against Shinazugawa’s  shoulder once more and eyes gazing up at the ceiling, dazed.

“We’re puttin’ on a show, yeah..?” Kyojuro could hear the excitement in the other’s rough tone, goosebumps rising all over his skin when he dragged his lips along the column of his neck. “Let’s make sure he has the best fucking view..” One hand trailed down the inside of Kyojuro’s thigh, cupping over his cunt and pulling him closer against him with his hold, and Kyojuro keened at the pressure, thighs spreading more on their own in response. “Shit, yeah, just like that..gonna take whatever I give you, aren’t ya..?” Shinazugawa all but growled in his ear, fingers dipping back past the lips of his cunt to rub against the slick that was gathering there, wasting no time before pressing the pads of his fingers directly to his clit and rubbing hard .

Kyojuro cried out at the sudden, near overwhelming onslaught of pleasure, thighs twitching to pull in and back arching out as he closed his eyes, reaching up and back to grip on to Shinazugawa’s hair as the hand still on his thigh tightened its grip, forcing his legs to stay open. In the haze of it all Kyojuro registered the sound of Tengen swearing at the sight, but as Shinazugawa’s fingers slipped lower, plunging knuckle-deep into his dripping hole and hooking up just right , he lost all ability to respond to it. His voice pitched higher, fingers tugging at Shinazugawa’s hair and toes curling at the deep growl of a groan that pulled from the man behind him. 

Gods, it was so much already. Each rock of Shinazugawa’s hand into his cunt pulled filthy, wet sounds from his body, the rough, scarred texture of his fingers dragging against every sensitive spot along his walls igniting his nerves in a brand new way, the relentless thrusts aimed directly at the spot deep inside himself drawing shaking, desperate sounds from his throat. Shinazugawa mouthed at his neck, panting and grinding his hard cock along Kyojuro’s ass as he began to murmur against his damp skin. “Gonna fuckin’ ruin you tonight..not gonna give you a goddamn second of rest, y’know it? Fuck, wanna making you drooling fuckin’ stupid by the time we’re through, so fucked out you don’t know your own name..” 

Kyojuro sobbed, hips rocking against Shinasugawa’s hand and free hand finding its way back to his wrist, chest flushed pink and heaving, already barely able to think with the way each thrust of his fingers hit dead on. Shinazugawa kept speaking, grinding the heel of his hand against Kyojuro’s throbbing clit with each pass in. “And trust me, little Kyo…I know exactly what I’m doin’...he told me all his dirty little tricks..” Kyojuro gave a hiccuping sob at the added sensation and the words pressed right against his ear, forcing his eyes open to look directly at Tengen, and the sight of him sent an absolute thrill through him.

Dark eyes trained on him, wild and wide, his lips parted as he panted, and Kyojuro could see how one hand moved to stroke at himself through the pants he still wore. The throb of desire that shot through his body coupled with Shinazugawa’s fingers curling perfectly within him forced his back into another arch as he gave a high cry, his orgasm rolling through him hard, unexpected. Shinazugawa groaned louder yet as he bit into where his lips rested along the side of his neck, his fingers keeping up their relentless pace buried inside of Kyojuro and drawing more whines and whimpers from the man. "Oh fuck …you're soaking my goddamn fingers , Kyo..that's it, fuckin'.." He trailed off into another groan, curling thick fingers harder and bringing a sharp cry from Kyojuro.

His shaking hips kept rolling down to each precise thrust, the moans and whines spilling from him sounding increasingly needy, lewd even as he started creeping towards overstimulation. "Shi..na..zugawa..!" He gasped out, pleading and trying to push at the other's hand, his voice reedy and fractured to his own ears, gods only knew how he sounded to the other two men. He sobbed when the other simply adjusted his hold on Kyojuro's thigh, keeping him spread open, and laughed lowly into his ear before pinching the lobe between his teeth. "Nuh-uh..I know you can give me more..give it up, Kyojuro."

His fingers slid from the grip of Kyojuro's body, and before he could even breathe the slick digits pressed against his sensitive clit, rubbing in harsh, fast movements. Tengen swore heatedly. 

Kyojuro wailed . 

His whole body jerked against Shinazugawa's hold as his cunt clenched, voice breaking off into ruined keens as pulse after intense pulse wracked through him, gushing onto the sheets below him. He let his eyes cross some before rolling shut, it felt so good, so good , he was unable to do anything but take when that hot cock ground against his ass again, heated encouragement falling on deaf ears. Fat tears gathered on thick lashes when those damned ( blessed ) fingers finally eased up, lips, legs, his whole being quivering as he drew in jagged gasps and slumped against the solid body at his back, whimpering softly as he felt light touches along his thigh, rugged breath fanning over his ear.

A light touch of a rough hand trailed up his side as Shinazugawa brought his own drenched fingers to his mouth, his other hand gripping Kyojuro's jaw and forcing him to look toward the mirror, forced him to watch as he cleaned the mess off his own hand with a chest-deep, near growl . And watch he did, cheeks stained crimson and lips still parted as he panted, trembling atop the other's lap, kept his eyes trained on the way Shinazugawa's tongue lapped over scarred skin, transfixed by the way the candlelight danced across the dips and valleys of his skin, right up until he was suddenly pushed forward. He gasped and grasped at the sheets, barely catching himself with shaking arms, but the man behind him gripped his hips, his world flipping in a dizzying roll as he was moved onto his back. 

"Gotta get myself a fucking taste.. fuck , how are you real.. " Kyojuro made a high, needy sound at the way Shinazugawa spoke, thighs trembling from the intensity of the last few moments when they were pushed apart, gripped by eager hands. He watched through lidded, hazy eyes as a broad frame and messy white hair settled in between where he was spread, the quiet rumble of Tengen's voice washing over  from the corner, low and teasing, and bringing a devilish smirk to his current partner's face. But before he could even process what was said, Shinazugawa was on him, stealing his breath and emptying his mind as he buried into him with a heady groan, immediately drawing a long, breathy cry from somewhere deep in his chest.

An eager, fucking talented holy gods above tongue lapped at his sensitive clit, the flushed pink flesh of his cunt, and heat sparked over every nerve ending in a near fever-pitch. The trembling spread throughout every inch of his body as he cried out and arched up, the sensations bordering on overstimulating in the best of ways, his hands quickly finding purchase in the other man's hair. He was left gasping, unable to stop the flow of whines and mewls, unable to do anything but hold on under Shinazugawa's ravenous attention, the way his tongue flicked over his entrance, the hungry and heated groans that vibrated over as he swallowed down each fresh wave of slick from his body. Kyojuro's whole being fought between more, more, more! and too much, too much!, and when he began to slide up, slide away for just one brief moment of mercy, hands slid from Kyojuro's thighs to his hips, roughly yanking him back down to Shinazugawa's tongue as violet eyes flickered up, glare evident enough as a silent command of stay still, teeth grazing against his tender clit.

Kyojuro broke , shivering and sobbing as he let his eyes fall shut, tears rolling down his cheeks and his hands tugging hard on the strands woven between his fingers. Shinazugawa pulled back with the tug, growling and biting into the meat of Kyojuro's thigh as his fingers tightened to a bruising degree on his hips just before one hand was brought down, two fingers plunging back into his body, deep and curving and enough to push another wrecked cry from Kyojuro's throat. 

"Shit, that's it..fuckin' cry for me..just getting started, little Kyo.." The grin on his face was feral when Kyojuro managed to pry his eyes open under the force of pleasure pulsing through him with each tug of those fingers, gasping and whining with each breath. "Just wait until I get my cock in you..fuckin' beg me for it, c'mon, tell me you need it .." 

Kyojuro opened his mouth, wanting to do just that , but only whined, needy and desperate, unable to control the sounds flowing from him. Shinazugawa's growled, leaning up and slapping his cheek almost lightly before gripping Kyojuro's jaw. The action forced a sharp, surprised gasp from Kyojuro, his eyes flying fully open to stare at the other with unadulterated lust shining in his irises. Shinazugawa merely leaned closer still, shaking his jaw some and thrusting his fingers with more purpose, aiming directly for his most sensitive spot. 

"I said.. beg ."

His back arched up, voice breaking on his next cry before he began to speak, forcing words out between ragged gasps and pitched whines. 

"Shina..zugawa! Please! Please..I want it, I need your cock, Shinazugawa…need you to fuck me, fuck me..Shinazugawa..!" He paid little mind to his words, just spoke whatever came to mind, until Shinazugawa's thumb slid into his mouth, drawing out a wanton, shameless moan as he began to suck on the digit.

"Fucking hell…sound so goddamn pretty when you beg..but enough of the formality shit. Say my name when I fuck you, Kyojuro.."

Kyojuro nodded as he sucked mindlessly at the thumb pressing down on his tongue up until it was tugged away, Sanemi making his way back down Kyojuro's sensitive body. "Gonna make you cum on my tongue, Kyo…them I'm gonna fuck you stupid . Gonna give it to you so fucking good .." He trailed off into a groan as he buried himself back into Kyojuro's cunt. His whole body twitched below him, hands gripping onto white hair as he cried out his name, murmuring it over and over as the man between his trembling thighs pushed him higher, higher , that burning hot tongue toying with his clit, dipping into his entrance.

"Sanemi… Sanemi !" His voice climbed higher, unashamedly louder, and then he was arching, rolling his hips down to Sanemi's eagerly moving mouth as he came, and came hard . He could hardly breathe through it, only sobbed, shook, seeing fucking stars .

The growl Sanemi gave in response rumbled through Kyojuro's sensitive body as he pulled away, that wild gaze landing on Kyojuro, who barely managed to focus his eyes on him in return. He was still hazy, his entire body floating, buzzing and tingling pleasantly,  the only thing tethering him was the bruising grip Sanemi had on his hips.

"Fucking hell..look at you, already so fucked out, Kyo.." Sanemi's voice was filled with rough, lust-addled awe, and Kyojuro had just barely mustered enough breath to try to say something, anything when his lips were covered by the other man's, Sanemi's tongue tasting of himself as he pressed it inside his lips. Kyojuro let him in willingly, whimpering and bringing his hand to tangle in already messy, tangled up white hair. He let himself be swept away in the storm that was Sanemi's kiss, letting him explore, dominate it, pleasant, thrilling but so very different from the ones he received from his love. He was hooked .

He tried to chase those lips as Sanemi pulled away, but before he could protest he was yanked back up, returned to his position atop Sanemi's thighs, his own spread obscenely wide, putting him on display once more. He trembled, letting his head roll back to Sanemi's shoulder as his eyes slipped shut again with a needy little sound.

Suddenly Tengen was closer, tone thick with lust but soft with affection as he spoke. "Are you alright, dove? Gods above, you look beautiful , everything I pictured.." Kyojuro forced his eyes to open, nodding some and squirming slightly against Sanemi's warm, solid body pressed to his. "Please..please, I want it.." He murmured, and both of the men on either side of him moaned, Tengen returning to his spot and Sanemi gripping him closer, burying into his neck. "I'll fucking give it to you..don't you worry, little Kyo.."

The brief lull ended as soon as he felt the hot, hard line of Sanemi's cock pressing along his soaking slit, his hands weakly gripping on to the strong arms supporting his weight, lashes fluttering open and mouth falling open as the head teased against his throbbing, sensitive clit.

"Fucking hell..so fucking wet.." Sanemi's voice was a sigh of pleasure, his cock head nudging right up to Kyojuro's hole, making him keen . "Be a good little whore for me.." One of Sanemi's hands slid from  grip on Kyojuro's thigh to line himself up properly, not giving the other a second to prepare before he was plunging in deep , a hard slap of skin on skin as he pushed to the hilt with little warning that blended into Kyojuro's high, ringing cry when he was so suddenly, completely filled. "And take it ."

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Kyojuro was gasping, whining, his back arching as more tears slid down his flushed red cheeks, trying to adjust to the large, hard length pressed deep inside, his thighs trembling in the grip of scarred hands. 

But he wasn't given a chance. 

Sanemi started a quick, rough pace, leaving Kyojuro keening and crying out, writhing in his strong hold as his eyes screwed shut. Gods, he'd never been fucked like this, unforgivingly, near savage. Sanemi's cock fucked deep into him, hammered at the most sensitive spots inside himself, and all he could do was take it, just as Sanemi had asked—no, demanded .

His body arched, trying to get mercy from the brutal way the other man was fucking him. Kyojuro knew it should hurt, but rolling off the high of his latest orgasm had everything melting to blinding pleasure , and before long he was relaxing into it, one hand weakly reaching behind him to tangle into Sanemi's wild hair, the other's name spilling past his lips in a shivery sigh.

Sanemi swore, blunt nails digging into Kyojuro's skin as he kept pace, and Kyojuro could feel him marking every bit of skin he could reach with his mouth as well. When he spoke, his voice was deep, graveled through his pleasure. "Kyojuro…gods, you're..fuckin' perfect …" He hooked one leg over his arm instead of his hand, giving it up to spread him further, and Kyojuro wailed as he felt Sanemi's cock slide impossibly deeper into his cunt. His eyes rolled, crossed, the sounds being torn from his throat all but foreign to his own ears.

"That's it.." Sanemi continued, pulling Kyojuro closer into his next thrust and speaking directly into his ear. "Always ready to fuckin' take it, yeah..? Tight little cunt..always begging for cock.." Kyojuro whined at his words, toes curling where they were in the air and fingers weakly pulling at Sanemi's hair. His body was shaking, jaw hanging open as he panted, moaned with each thrust that hit just right . He was dangerously close to cumming again, the way that Sanemi was using his him, overwhelming his already overly-sensitive body. 

"Admit it..fucking say it..tell me what a whore you are, little Kyo..needy little thing.." He wanted him to speak? Gods above he could barely think. He merely whined, head shaking some, eyelashes fluttering. Sanemi growled behind him, hand quickly sliding from Kyojuro's knee to his hip and tugging him down, grinding up hard, the tip of his cock nestled right up to his cervix. Kyojuro wailed , fresh tears springing to his eyes and sliding down his heated cheeks, shocks of pleasure and pain spreading across his nerves. "I wanna hear it. "

He heard Tengen swear once more, the slick sounds of him stroking his cock only serving to turn him on that much more, numbing his mind as Sanemi resumed his brutal thrusts. He felt a nudge on the side of his head before Sanemi's hand found its way to his jaw, turning his gaze to his lover. "Come now, little Kyo..tell us both.."

He met Tengen's gaze, the familiar magenta irises dark and wild, his pretty features flushed with excitement and arousal. His mouth was moving without a thought.

"A wh-whore…just want..to get fucked, always..want cock, please please .." His voice was raw from overuse, Sanemi moaning loudly behind him and Tengen pitching forward, coming closer. The hand on his jaw slid to his throat, and the movement of his hips switched to deep, deep rolls. Kyojuro's eyes rolled shut once more, voice climbing higher, needier as the cock in him rubbed incessantly against all the right spots, and his back arched. 

"Sa..nemi!" He sobbed, free hand grabbing at the other's arm for something to ground him. "Fuck, you're close, yeah? Can feel it..your body..sucking me in.." Kyojuro felt a fresh wave of heat at his words, nodding his head quickly, a stream of slurred pleas spilling from him brokenly.

"Then do it… cum on my cock. "

He couldn't think of doing anything but obeying, nails scraping at any skin in his grasp as his cunt spasmed, gushed, a scream ripping from his throat at the force of blinding pleasure . Each roll of Sanemi's hips drug it out further, blissful wave after wave crashing through him. 

He sagged in Sanemi's hold when it finally ended, gasping for air as his head rolled forward. His body rocked with each thrust, pitiful whines slipping out with every push in. Sanemi shushed him, brushing his hair from his face. "That's it…good boy..gonna give me more, yeah?" 

Kyojuro only nodded, gasped for air. The haze of arousal was thick as cotton in his brain, turning his tongue sluggish, mixing his thoughts until the only thing on his mind was more .

Sanemi groaned, and then his cock slid free, the slick feeling curling Kyojuro's toes once more and making him gasp. Warm, rough hands stroked up his back before pushing him forward, rolled him onto his side. Kyojuro blinked his eyes open, looking up at Sanemi, in awe at the sight of him. His fair skin was flushed, lavender eyes wide and wild, and the smirk in his face was full of dirty promises. It was everything Kyojuro had imagined, everything he'd been hoping for with each whispered fantasy Tengen had pressed to his skin at night. He wanted more. He needed more.

Sanemi gripped into his top leg, draping it over his shoulder as he straddled the leg still laying on the bed, holding Kyojuro's dazed gaze as he rubbed his cock against his swollen, well used cunt. Kyojuro whimpered, gripped the sheets and twisteds them in his hands as his head turned. When his eyes locked with Tengen's, Sanemi thrusted back in, a rumbling groan leaving his chest. Kyojuro's jaw dropped, a lewd whine leaving him, but his heavily lidded eyes stayed focused on the enamored look his lover wore.

Sanemi began to move, deep, sensual rolls of his hips. The new angle was immediately noticeable, each push within him pulling moans from his chest. His eyes lost focus, hands shaking where gripped onto the sheets, each drag of that wonderful cock against his walls sending shivers through him. He watched as Tengen moved closer, whimpered at the heated way he murmured his name. 

Above him, Sanemi groaned, catching Kyojuro's attention. And gods, was Kyojuro glad he looked to him. His brows were drawn together, his lips parted as he panted, groaned with each thrust into Kyojuro. He was flushed, dark amethyst eyes staring directly into Kyojuro's own. He was gorgeous. 

He must have spoken his thoughts, because Sanemi smirked, tugging Kyojuro's leg against him as the rolls began to shift to thrusts. "Gorgeous, huh..?" Kyojuro gasped and arched as he picked up the pace, only nodding in response, letting his voice climb higher. 

"Both of you are.." It was Tengen's voice, closer to him than only a moment ago. Kyojuro's whole body responded to the sound, a needy sound slipping past his lips, his eyelids fluttering shut. "Just as I thought..fuck, Sanemi..knew you'd be perfect, so good with him.." He felt the dip in the mattress next to him, felt as one of Sanemi's hands slid from his body. The soft moan Tengen gave made his eyes open once more, and he swore at the sight, hips grinding down onto Sanemi's cock.

Tengen, his love, had both hands cupped on either side of Sanemi's face, their lips pressed together in a heated, hungry kiss, Sanemi's hand gripping onto one of his wrists. It only lasted a moment before Tengen was pulling away, wasting no time before he was leaning down, and Kyojuro nearly sobbed as their lips met. It was messy, desperate, full of need and desire. 

Sanemi moaned lowly, hips speeding up, driving harder into him than before. It forced Kyojuro to break the kiss to cry out, gasp for air, only for his breath to be stolen once again when Tengen's large hand slid down his abdomen, those familiar fingers finding their mark on his throbbing clit. Kyojuro writhed, his cunt squeezing tight around Sanemi's cock, one hand shooting out to grab at his lover's shoulder, nails digging in as he began to sob once more. Tears slipped down his cheeks anew at the added sensation, and Sanemi groaned louder at the way his body reacted, voice tight, tense like he was barely holding it together. " Fuck , so fucking tight..shit, Kyo.. prefect.. perfect .."

He was burning, floating, held down only by the hands that gripped his legs, his hips. "That's it dove…such a good boy for us.." Tengen purred, and Kyojuro's eyes nearly crossed when they opened, both men speeding their movements.

"But you can be even better for me, hm? I know you can.." He relented his touches, and Kyojuro made a wretched sound at the loss, in limbo between relief and needing him to keep going. He blinked the tears from his eyes as he gazed up at the other, whining with each breath now. Tengen shushed him gently, bringing his fingers to Kyojuro's lips, pressing them into his mouth. 

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Tengen didn't think he had ever been this aroused in his goddamn life.

The sights, the sounds…gods, the sounds . The drumming rhythm of Kyojuro's heart, of Sanemi's. The pure, perfect pitch of every cry, whimper, scream that his dove gave, the low, rumbling tones that came from deep within Sanemi's chest. The slick sound of their fucking, how fucking wet Kyojuro had become after cumming so many times for the other man. 

He had tried to be good, to stay put, hand fisting his cock as he watched the show, the absolute feast before him. He watched the way the muscles in Sanemi's stomach rippled, the way his thighs flexed as he fucked into the smaller man, the flush of arousal settled over his face and down his neck. He watched the way Kyojuro face changed. How scrunched as if pained, before turning once again to bliss. How he was slowly losing his mind, writhing, arching, spreading himself wide for his current partner to push over and over again into what Tengen knew was the most perfect cunt.

They painted the most gorgeous picture he'd ever seen . And he was surprised to find himself just as enamored with their current bed partner as he was with his love.

So when Kyojuro came once more, the wet rush of it causing Tengen's cock to throb at the memory of how it felt, and Sanemi's lust-washed voice told him what a good boy he was, low and sultry and perfect?

He'd snapped. There was only so much he could take.

He didn't even try to stop himself, making his way to the bed and catching Sanemi's gaze. Kyojuro called Sanemi gorgeous, and fuck, if Tengen didn't agree.

"Both of you are.." His body thrilled at the desperate little whine Kyojuro gave, responding to him how it was did, always would. "Just as I thought..fuck, Sanemi..knew you'd be perfect, so good with him.." The wild look in the other man's eyes drew him in, magnetic, and he had to kiss him. He had to know how that clever, vulgar tongue tasted.

And at the sound of Kyojuro's moan beneath him, the desperate way he moved beneath them? He felt the same overwhelming urge. 

But he needed, needed to be a part of this. Needed to be closer to his love…to both of them. 

So that's exactly what he would do.

He slid his hand down the familiar path of Kyojuro's stomach, lower, until his fingertips met the wet mess the other two had made of his pretty little pussy. He eyed him closely, fingers immediately playing with clit, rubbing hard, just how he knew his lover liked. He watched in awe as fresh tears began to roll down his cheeks, Tengen's breath picking up, hitching at the way Kyojuro's nails dug into his arm. Sanemi groaned, swore beside him, and the throbbing of his cock became unbearable at the wrecked sound of his voice. " Fuck , so fucking tight..shit, Kyo.. prefect.. perfect .." 

His gaze slid to where Sanemi's cock pistoned into Kyojuro's body, and fuck , he couldn't hold back anymore.

He met Sanemi's eyes once more before looking him over hungrily, and sped his hand, smirking as Sanemi's hips did the same. A nod, and he knew the other was on board with him coming into this. He hummed softly, murmuring down to Kyojuro as he held that deep purple gaze a moment longer. 

"That's it dove…such a good boy for us.." He looked back down in time to watch as Kyojuro's eyes flutter open, rolled back, petal pretty and kiss bruised lips parting around the desperate sounds that spilled from him. Tengen's cock ached for the heat of it.

"But you can be even better for me, hm? I know you can.." He pulled his fingers away from teasing his cunt, the sound Kyojuro gave in response sending shivers down his spine, wrecked, wanton. He shushed him quietly, feeling the smirk that curved his lips, and pressed the now slick digits into the other's mouth. 

"That's it, dove.." He pushed them deep, pressing down on Kyojuro's tongue and tugging his jaw open, transfixed by the hazy look in those pretty sunset eyes, the way his jaw gave no resistance to the motion. "Stick out your tongue, honey…you know what to do. Don't you wanna show Sanemi what a good little whore you can be for me?" His tone was all faux innocence and sly encouragement. Kyojuro blinked, wet eyelashes fluttering before he obeyed, gaze flickering between Tengen and Sanemi a few times.

Tengen grinned, catching Sanemi's eye with a dirty smirk and wink before tilting Kyojuro's face toward him, holding his jaw open as he spat directly onto the blonde's tongue. Kyojuro whined, the sound sweet as honey to Tengen's ears, blending flawlessly with the nearly surprised groan from his other partner, and from the way Sanemi swore he could tell Kyojuro had no doubt squeezed around him when it happened. Tengen moaned softly at the thought of it, free hand moving back to his cock as he spoke again.

"Now swallow ."  His gaze slid to his pale throat, the elegant line of it bobbing as he did what he was told. He hummed in approval, bringing himself closer as his hand trailed from Kyojuro's jaw to his hair. When the other opened his mouth again, tongue lolling out to show he'd listened, Tengen smirked wickedly, the grip in his hair holding him still as Tengen's cock pressed in.

He groaned at the first touch of that soft, wet heat, his head rolling back and his eyes slipping shut. “Oh fuck dove..just like that, so good…just take it..” He pressed only as far as he knew Kyojuro could take, panting as he looked back down to him with a deep groan at what he saw. Gods, he was beautiful, fucked out, flushed, lips stretching around his cock as it filled his mouth. Kyojuro’s hand settled shakily on Tengen’s thigh, pulling himself forward, eagerly taking more as he looked up to meet the taller man’s eyes, and Tengen could see how far gone he was, how deep in his pleasure, his need to take, give, have more .

“Jesus..look at him..fuckin’ begging for it, isn’t he?” Sanemi’s voice was reverent, hips slowing from their harsh thrusts to deep, sensual rolls once again as he watched the way Kyojuro moaned and whimpered, swallowing down Tengen’s cock as well as he could. Tengen turned to him, smirking and breathless as his own gaze wandered to the way the other moved, how his hips expertly fucked into his love, a soft groan escaping. “Always begging for it..just wanna be filled, don’t ya sweetheart?” He used his grip on those pretty, fiery strands to tug him further onto his cock, groaning louder when Kyojuro whined around him, swallowed, just fucking took it. 

He held him there for a moment, pulling him off so he could gasp for breath, blinking tears away. “Mmmh, good boy..c’mon, let’s get him on his knees..” Sanemi grinned wolfishly at him, pulling out and giving a slap to Kyojuro's ass at the pitiful whines he gave at the loss before helping Tengen move his body exactly how they wanted him.

Tengen settled in front of him, brushing his hair from his sweat-slicked forehead as Kyojuro's head rested on his thigh and looked up to him. His eyes were bright with lust, and Tengen felt a warmth in his chest at the adoring way the other looked at him. "Doing so well..being such a good little boy for me and 'Nemi.." He looked to the other man as he said his name, catching his eyes as he was lining himself back up to Kyojuro's soaking cunt. The look he gave Tengen was heated , hungry, and his breath hitched when a similar warmth bloomed within him at the sight.

He held his gaze for a moment as his hand quickly found its grip in Kyojuro's hair once more, the other stroking his cock a few times. He turned his attention back to Kyojuro, lightly tapping the head of his cock against his lips, grinning at the soft sound he gave before parting his lips. His tongue rolled out once more, those intense eyes never leaving Tengen's own. 

And how could Tengen resist?

He pushed back inside his eager, waiting mouth, just as Sanemi slid back into him, all three moaning, Kyojuro shaking between them as he was speared from both ends.

It didn't take long for Tengen and Sanemi to find the exact, perfect rhythm to take him apart, and for a while the only sounds to be heard were the slap of Sanemi's hips against Kyojuro's ass, the slick sounds of Tengen thoroughly using Kyojuro's mouth, the symphony of moans the three of them made. Fuck, Tengen couldn't get enough of it, of watching the other two, the heat around his cock. He was hooked . 

By the time Kyojuro shook and cried his way through another orgasm, Sanemi swearing at the tight, wet pull of it and speeding his hips, Tengen was right there with him, closing his eyes as he lost himself to the feeling of it as he chased his pleasure. "Fuck, Kyo, baby , gonna fill up that pretty fucking mouth…just like 'Nemi is gonna fill that pussy aren't you?" Sanemi grinned when Tengen forced his eyes open once more, that wild look back in his eyes as he panted. "Goddamn right…just like you fucking need..don't ya?" 

Kyojuro's nails dug into Tengen's thighs, his eyes rolling, giving an absolutely wrecked moan, and fuck it all, Tengen was done for. He pressed deep into his lover's throat, swearing, groaning, his vision whiting out as he came, distantly aware of the growl Sanemi gave, heat pulsing through him at the thought of him filling up his sweet little dove with his cum.

Tengen pulled back, carefully taking himself from Kyojuro's mouth, who gave a weak, pitiful whimper as Sanemi did the same from his cunt. All three panted for breath, two sets of hands smoothing over Kyojuro's shaking body, two bodies moving closer to him. "Are you alright, love..?" Tengen murmured sweetly, not missing the way Sanemi brushed a hand through Kyojuro's hair gently. Kyojuro's eyes were closed, but he smiled, giving a sound of assent as he curled himself some between them, and before long the smaller man was asleep, pushed well beyond his limits and spent .

The other two men shared a look, Tengen's chest fluttering at the dishevelled state Sanemi was in, the soft curve of the satisfied smile he wore. Careful of his sleeping partner, Tengen moved closer to him once more, cupping his jaw and looking for permission, the way Sanemi's gaze flickered to his lips all he needed before pressing his them softly to the other's. 

The kiss they shared was different than the last, softer, less urgent, but full of something unspoken. When they finally pulled apart, Tengen smiled, patting a prettily flushed cheek before he began gathering Kyojuro in his arms, curling around him, but taking care not to wake him. 

Sanemi sat for a moment, looking over the two of them almost fondly. "Should I..?" He gestures vaguely to the door, but Tengen shook his head before he could finish, grabbing his wrist and tugging the obviously flustered man to join them. He sighed happily as he settled in, watching with a smile as Sanemi fit himself perfectly alongside them.

Talking could wait, but Tengen had the feeling that something had changed, shifted between the three of them. That thought stuck with him as he drifted off, a smile on his face.