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It has been a long day, an excruciatingly long one that leaves Kagero exhausted, but not exhausted enough to enjoy the company of the boy sitting beneath his counter, his pretty lips wrapped around the older man’s cock as his head bobs along the shaft, tongue working expertly to bring the other pleasure. Atsuhiro hasn’t been here for all too long, maybe the building for two hours and down there for twenty minutes, even so, he’s about to bring Kagero over the edge, making him come for the second time tonight.
Kagero is currently watching the other with a predatory gaze, fingers tangled in his hair and a grin on his face as he thrusts into his mouth, watching as his cock disappears behind Atsuhiro’s lips. The magician just takes it, shifting a small amount every so often to accommodate for new angles, but happily letting the broker fuck his face. Bruises and bite marks still decorate his upper body from recent nights they’ve spent together, numerous on his thighs and ass as well, but not as many as those that decorate his torso and above. Even though the colors are still fairly vibrant - skin still healing from the abuse - he knows he’s going to need to re-stake his claim before the night comes to a close.
Since it is a work night, neither of them are surprised when someone enters the shop. People have been in and out all day, though this is the first person to enter since they began this little game. As soon as the bell sounds, Kagero’s hand tightens in Atsuhiro’s hair, pulling his head off his cock and staring down at the other’s face, a mix of saliva and come falling from his mouth, the boy seeming to be a bit dazed, maybe due to the lack of oxygen and not coming yet. His curly, brown hair is a mess, even more so than normal, but all Kagero can do is smile and release his head, thankful for the music playing on the speakers and the fan set up in the room since they’re drowning out the sound of Atsuhiro’s panting to a degree. He gets a bit closer to the counter, bracing his elbows on it and leaning over a bit so he’s in a somewhat comfortable position to greet the guest in.
It’s no surprise when Jin rounds the corner, still in his villain costume, albeit with his mask removed. “Well, well, well… look what the cat dragged in..!” Kagero says the award winning grin he often sports, his eyes giving the villain a once over.
“Sure as hell feels like a cat drug me in… The fuck was that supposed to mean? I can carry myself just fine, asshole!” Jin sighs quietly at his alter’s input, moving a hand up to rub his face. “Today was fucking insane - the good kind of insane, of course, but insane none the less. It was awful, we almost went ‘Kaboom’ and poor Peaches had a breakdown. She did not. Did too! I can speak for myself, you know… See? She’s traumatized.” Another sigh, this time with a roll of the eyes, “Anyways, we were tryna help out Dabs with one'a his pet project and - while things did go a bit sideways - it was still epic! We got lo mien after and I haven’t been more content in a long while. Yeah, since the last time Atsu made himself useful as my living fleshlight.” Yarou laughs at his comment and Jin seems to be a bit jostled by it when the laughing dies down.
Speaking of that little devil, Kagero can feel the fucker taking his cock in hand again, teasing the tip almost to the point that he breaks character. “Well, as long as ya’ had fun and didn’t get hurt… though I don’t think that’s all the kid’s useful for… good at moving shit around and finishing off what he starts when the time is right ,” with Jin inches away from the counter and in such a jovial mood, it’s probably not best to come right here and now, and while the teasing is keeping him close to the edge, there’s a high chance that he might just fall off if Atsuhiro keeps doing what he’s doing.
“Oh, shit, I know that, he’s a really cool dude and extremely nice! Plus, he does all the grocery shoppin’ and cooks for us… so I don’t think I’d know what a real home cooked meal was if it weren’t for him…” Jin says abashedly, feeling genuine guilt for what his alter said despite knowing how he feels about the matter himself. “Do you mind if I use your shower and crash here for the night? Some heroes on patrol broke us up and your place was closest. Try to kick me out and I’m going to commit mass genocide and you’re gonna end up on the news headlines tomorrow ” they add, Jin sounding a bit timid while Yarou speaks in a serious tone, still expressive, but deathly serious.
Kagero shifts around uncomfortably as Atsuhiro continues to tease him and Jin continues talking to him, only speaking up when it looks like Jin’s about to call him out on his odd behavior. “Of course! You don’t have ta’ ask me shit like that, babe, you know my place is basically yours too,” he answers with a light, breathy laugh… if his voice didn’t crack at some point, he’d be surprised.
Jin stares at him briefly, seemingly contemplative before he nods and begins to head towards the back, “Thanks, Giran, you’re a lifesaver! I’d be better off without you!!” And with that, Jin disappears into the back, luckily not seeing or asking about what’s happening behind the counter despite being curious.
Giran waits about ten seconds, hearing a door close before he moves back again, looking down at Atsuhiro with an admittedly dangerous look in his eyes. “Get up, now,” he states firmly.
This is probably the most serious Atsuhiro has seen him when dealing with the members of the league, so while that deep, commanding voice is turning him on even more, he can’t help the shiver that runs down his spine, fear somewhere in that foggy mind of his. He does obey though, hesitantly crawling out from beneath the counter before getting to his feet… god, it feels so… odd… to have everything so openly on display right here and now, his sweatpants having been neatly removed, folded, and placed next to where he was sitting, leaving him only in his panties.
“Up on the counter, Angel, you started this and one’a us has gotta finish it,” it’s so nonchalant, like this happens all the time and Kagero is just tired of it now. Despite the older man’s tone, Atsuhiro obliges, turning his head to look back at the counter before bracing his hands on it and pulling himself up on it, a small hiss coming from him as his bare skin hits the cold, smooth wooden surface, the reaction making Kagero grin once more.
Kagero takes a few steps forward, shorter than the other on average, and the counter does him no favors, so when he grabs Atsuhiro by the backs of his knees and pulls him closer, Atsuhiro can’t say he’s surprised, smiling a bit himself and shifting to move a bit closer to the other. He sets his elbows on the man’s shoulders, leaning forward to kiss him when he looks back up at him. A soft, whiny moan escapes him as Kagero moves his left hand down to play with his clit through his panties, the boy trying his best to cling to the older male as he grinds against his hand, wishing he had a better range of motion but making do with what he does have.
“So fuckin’ wet for me, you wanna get fucked, don’t you?” Kagero asks him, his tone low and almost dangerous. When all he gets from the magician is a small nod, he moves his hand up to pull on the other’s hair, pulling it back quickly to both expose his neck and hurt him just a bit, now having some control over his head as he speaks again, “Say it.”
The words are so simple yet they make Atsuhiro feel so weak, prosthetic fingers digging into his scalp as Kagero’s other hand moves away from his groin. He chokes on a small sob, “Please…” he whimpers.
“Hm? What’s that? I can’t hear you, prince,” Kagero responds, his grip tightening a bit as he watches Atsuhiro’s expression, trying to make sure he doesn’t miss any signs to stop.
“Fu-Dang it, please, take me, daddy, I need you inside of me, I want you to fill me up,” he all but sobs, trying his best to remain on the quiet side since Jin isn’t too far away and explaining this would be… hard… to say the least…
As Atsuhiro finally says what he wants, Kagero lets go of his hair, hushing him and kissing his collar bone gently as he moves both of his hands down to remove his pants, trying his best to slip his shoes off without moving his head. After his slacks and underwear fall to the ground, he steps out of them, kicking them aside and moving his hands up to help Atsuhiro lie down. While the whole ‘daddy’ part confuses him a bit since it has never come up before in any of their past adventures, he decides to not question it, going about his business and removing Atsuhiro’s panties before pulling him farther down on the counter, letting his legs rest over his shoulders and holding his lower body up with his own hands.
He gently grinds against the other, letting his cock rub between the other’s folds and spread the slick already down there before he reaches down to take his cock in hand and line it up with Atsuhiro’s hole. He sighs softly as he slowly sinks in, Atsuhiro holding his breath until Kagero’s cock is completely inside of him. Atsuhiro tries his best to adapt to the length inside of him, but Kagero doesn’t give him too much time to do so before he begins to move, starting off slow and smiling a bit when Atsuhiro moves his prosthetic hand down and laces it in his hair, gently grasping it and allowing his head to fall back and off the other edge of the counter.
Kagero keeps a steady pace, but it gradually speeds up and deepens, soon to the point that he has to pull his upper body up once more and just focus on the task before him, using the sounds coming from his partner to gage whether he’s doing alright or not. It doesn’t take long for Atsuhiro to need to move his hand up to cover his own mouth, trying to muffle his cries and choked pleas for ‘daddy’ to ‘fill him up’.
“You look so pretty for me, kitten, all spread out and eagerly takin’ my cock… yer gonna bring a tear to this old man’s eyes,” Kagero says with a light, breathless laugh, slowing a bit in his thrusts so he can form a somewhat coherent statement.
Atsuhiro’s hand slips down from Kagero’s hair, gently squeezing his forearm before releasing it and sliding down to grasp the edge of the countertop. He can tell as the other begins to reach his climax, his thrusts becoming more erratic, the rhythm and pace he had been sticking with dropping in the matter of a few thrusts, and while there’s an off putting feeling in the air, like there’s someone else in the room with them… Atsuhiro ignores it, so close to climax himself that he couldn’t pay attention if he tried. With his shoulders still pressed against the wooden surface, he’s able to arch his back against it just a bit as he comes, even if it is a bit painful. Kagero pushes his legs back as far as they can go, his pace brutal, cock slamming into the boy mercilessly as he cries out, trembling as his body tries to recover from his own orgasm. The feeling of his walls contracting around Kagero’s dick brings him to the edge quicker, the broker spilling his come in the magician not too long after.
The time they spend basking in the afterglow is a bit… odd… Kagero gently laying kisses across Atsuhiro’s chest as he thrusts ever so gently, slipping out of the boy once his cock is soft. When their heads are finally a bit more clear and their breathing has died down to a degree, they’re both able to make out a few sounds, barely noticeable for the most part, but present all the same: panting, indistinct muttering, and a wet sound, similar to someone washing their hands with the least amount of soap and water possible.
“Jin, voyeurism isn’t really your thing, c’mon out, kid,” Kagero says with a soft sigh, reaching up to rake the hair that has fallen into his face back.
There’s some more muttering and what sounds like fabric shifting before Jin does emerge from the doorway, both of the other males in the room staring at him as he enters. Atsuhiro’s face heats up a bit at the knowledge that they were - indeed - being watched, subconsciously moving to try to close his legs before Kagero stops him, using his hands to pin Atsuhiro’s legs to the counter again.
Jin opens his mouth to say something, but falls short, watching as Kagero slides one of his hands down Atsuhiro’s thigh, slipping his index and middle finger into his cunt with ease, cum being pushed out of him with a wet sound and adding more to the forming puddle on the ground. “Get over here, you’re practically drooling,” the broker says after looking back up at the intruder.
Play it cool, bro, you don’t want to seem - Jin obeys immediately, walking behind the counter and getting a better look at what Atsuhiro had to offer. You say that as though we’ve never seen it before… This pussy is essentially ours and you’re letting the old man take full advantage of it, I’m honestly kind of ashamed… no, I’m absolutely with out a shadow of a doubt ashamed of your fuckery. Ok, we have an open relationship, sit the fuck down you dumb bitch.
All three voices fall silent after their gaze falls upon Atsuhiro’s cunt, watching as some of the come filling his hole drips down his perineum. God, he’s so beautiful… Get up there and take him now or I’m going to have no choice but to take over. Okay, okay! Fine!
Jin looks over to Kagero, the man rolling his eyes and nodding in response to that look, “You don’t need consent from me, kiddo,” he mutters, letting Jin take Atsuhiro’s legs now and move in.
Atsuhiro is still somewhat dazed, but he’s able to smile up at his boyfriend, moving his arms up so he can begin him closer, pushing his mask up just enough for him to have access to his mouth and lazily kiss him. He gently rubs comforting circles on the back of Jin’s neck with his remaining hand, wanting to help calm him down after touching his mask. “Come on, love, there’s no reason to be afraid,” he says softly, peppering kisses all over his masked face, mainly focusing on the exposed portion since he prefers flesh on flesh contact, but making sure he doesn’t neglect any part of his boyfriend.
Awe, he loves us so much! You better kiss him back!! I’m going to fuck his brains out. I thought you decided on that earlier. I’m restating my past decision. Look at him, tell me you don’t want to fuck him until he can’t think straight! No, no, you have a point…
Jin doesn’t mind the fact that his crotch is getting soaked by Atsuhiro and Kagero’s cum, he’s probably going to have to bathe again or at least get changed before he goes to bed anyways. He moves Atsuhiro back so the counter supports him better, still holding his thighs since it’s not wide enough to support the entirety of his lanky torso, but still making sure as much as possible is up there, Atsuhiro moving to prop himself up on his elbows significantly helping in this endeavor.
It takes a few moments, but Atsuhiro gasps softly at the feeling of Jin’s stubble rubbing against his neck, his lips and tongue following as he kisses and gently licks at the flesh, the shorter male’s clothed cock grinding against his cunt while he does this. He’s surprised by the feeling of someone’s hands on his tits, welcoming the warmth, but hissing a bit at the cold of the metal. He lets his head fall back against Kagero’s torso while he kneads at his chest, exposing more of his neck to Jin and inviting him to mark him up, an invitation Jin gladly accepts, Yarou biting down at the juncture of his neck and shoulder hard enough to draw blood. The metallic tang makes Jin take the reigns all together once more, his hips stuttering a bit as he pulls back to apologize, knowing he fucked up after hearing his boyfriend cry out the way he did, but Atsuhiro is out of it again, a pretty flush all over his porcelain skin, adding as much interest as all those freckles do. He notes the fact that his sweatpants are only getting more and more wet as he remains, pulling back just enough to see that Atsuhiro’s cunt is gushing again, down to Jin’s knee this time.
Since his feet are already soaked, he decides to remove his sweatpants and boxers all together just like Kagero did, though he’s almost positive that they both did it for different reasons. He drops his pants and kicks them away too, looking back up in time to see Kagero holding Atsuhiro’s head in place and slowly pushing his cock down the magician’s throat, still touching his chest and praising him as he takes more and more. Atsuhiro’s arms are back now, holding onto Kagero’s thighs and pulling his breasts up more, making them absolutely irresistible to Jin. Seeing them both like this gives Jin enough motive to spread Atsuhiro’s legs, holding them by his knees and pinning them to the counter as he grinds against his soaking cunt. After he bends over and starts licking and kissing at his chest, it doesn’t take too long for his cockhead to catch the rim of Atsuhiro’s pussy and it’s fairly smooth sailing after that.
Now, Jin will admit that his cock isn’t as long as Kagero’s, but he can say that it is without thicker than his, and Atsuhiro has yet to complain, so it’s fine… the sound that Atsuhiro emits after Jin fills him up is beautiful, God, he wishes he could’ve recorded that for a ring tone or something, even if it was muffled due to the cock down his throat - actually, that might’ve added to it, made it that much more enjoyable. While Jin is able to start thrusting almost immediately, he waits until Kagero starts, following along and trying to sync up with him as best as possible, even if he has to pull back in order to do so. He can feel the cum inside Atsuhiro being pushed out with each movement, dripping down his cock and thighs, sometimes dripping off his balls into the puddle below and other times following the length of his legs and creating new, smaller puddles on either side of the large one.
Jin puts Atsuhiro’s legs up on his shoulders, allowing his knees to rest there so his hands can travel up his thighs and hold his hips, gently squeezing the fat there. Atsuhiro works to keep himself in shape, since the League rarely needs him and he can make quick work of jobs assigned to him and him alone, he has a decent amount of free time for a villain, some of which is spent at home in the company of his crow and ferret, while the rest is spent at the gym or one of his civilian jobs. Pole dancing and aerial silks are what he frequents, and while they certainly keep his body in shape, they don’t do much to define the muscle he has built in an extravagant way… all this to say Atsuhiro has so little fat on his body that Jin feels the need to appreciate it whenever the gods smile upon him and he happens across any.
It’s not uncommon for Jin to silently appreciate Atsuhiro’s body, not wishing to gamble with his alters ruining or sweetening the moment even if they all know that Atsuhiro won’t take what Yarou says to heart. Even now, as Kagero fucks Atsuhiro’s face at an unrelenting pace and squeezes his tits hard enough to leave red marks in his wake (which will likely bruise later), Jin has to appreciate what he has. The movements of his own hips are languid despite his alters telling him to get a move on and Make this fun, a bit more roughhousing isn’t gonna hurt him, he lost his arm was up a few days later helping Kurogiri clean up the new headquarters, he’s strong and he can handle it! Be gentle for now! Kagero should be done soon and I doubt he’ll be able to manage another round, just… be patient, he might be able to handle a lot, but it doesn’t mean he deserves to… Momo’s right SIMP, TAKE WHAT’S YOURS. WHAT’S OURS.
Jin raises a hand to wave it dismissively at the more aggressive of his alters, a movement neither of the others in the room notice, whether it be because they’re positioned in such a way that it’s hard to or they’re too busy chasing their own pleasure. This is fine anyways, it’s warm and wet inside of Atsuhiro, maybe not the most comfortable place, but it’s definitely up there Probably because of who it is. See? Even Peaches thinks you’re a simp! Hey! …stop putting words in my mouth… I never said that… I know, and that’s because you’re a simp too. Quiet down, kids, daddy has had enough now.
Not even a few seconds later the raised hand moves to his face, scrubbing it as best he can with the other occupied by something else. When he allows the hand to drop, he moves it down to rest at the bottom of Atsuhiro’s stomach, his thumb toying with his clit as he idly rolls his hips and grinds against his boyfriend, gaze landing on him and their friend once more. He gets to watch as Kagero finishes himself off, holding Atsuhiro in place as he thrusts his cock as deep as he can into his mouth, groaning lowly and praising him for taking it all like a good boy. It all seems to fall upon deaf ears, since Atsuhiro is trying to keep his focus on swallowing it all, the task becoming somewhat hard as he gradually begins to feel lightheaded, his head tilted downwards so Kagero had better access.
The older male begins moving again, shallow thrusts becoming deeper, pulling out suddenly when his cock is soft and taking a step back so he can bend over and kiss Atsuhiro. He can’t help but chuckle when he first sees his face: messy hair, a flushed face, dazed expression, and cum, saliva, and tears trailing up his face. Despite all of this, the boy is able to smile a bit when he notices Kagero looking down at him, happily letting lick some of the cum off of his mouth and kiss him, even if he responds at a much slower pace, exhausted, but still awake.
Once Atsuhiro moves his arms back up to rest on the counter, Kagero shifts his grip and helps him sit back up again, letting his back and head rest against his own chest again so he has some support, even if his own legs feel like they might give out at any second. Kagero’s prosthetic hand moves down, his arm loosely wrapping around the magician’s torso and metallic fingers gently rubbing his side while the hand that is… mostly intact moves up to pet his head, gently brushing his curly hair back and playing with it. He’s generally distant after sex, silently smoking at the end of the bed or the next room and only settling next to his partner for an hour or two after they’ve passed out. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s with two people instead of one tonight… maybe it’s the people that are with him… whatever it is, Jin is happily surprised when he continues to praise and comfort Atsuhiro, pulling his hand away briefly to gesture at Jin to continue before moving it down to wipe some of the liquids now drying on his face away.
Jin only starts moving again once Atsuhiro’s breathing has evened out some and he isn’t fighting for each breath, starting off slowly and taking his time gaining speed and deepening his thrusts. Even though he does take his time, it doesn’t take long for him to set a steady rhythm, hands moving back to his boyfriend’s hips and grasping them firmly, making sure his nails don’t get involved and making a note to pay special attention to his hips when they bathe, bloodied and already beginning to bruise.
Atsuhiro’s head is firmly pressed back against Kagero’s chest, eyes shut tight and prosthetic hand moving up to grab Kagero’s, the sound of metal on metal sounding in the quiet room, few sounds breaking the monotonous hum of the fan since the music stopped not too long after Jin came in. He’s oversensitive and tired, but he still wants to be good and please his partner with all the conscious thought he has left, metal trailing up the broker’s arm and grasping at the flesh as Jin thrusts into him, pushing him into Kagero’s arms more and more with each movement. Even though it has become painful at this point and Atsuhiro is biting back tears, he can’t help but smile and reach out for his boyfriend with a trembling arm, way too heavy and hard to keep up.
It takes a few moments for Jin to realize what Atsuhiro’s asking for, but he reaches out and takes his hand, feeling a bit uneasy with only one hand holding his hips, but forcing himself to deal with it since he’s not about to turn down an opportunity to hold the other’s hand. It’s so soft compared to his, Atsuhiro having longer, thinner fingers than Jin, similar to the rest of him in comparison. He loves it though, he loves this silly magician, from the way he bites his lips when he’s nervous to the clothes he wears and the concern he shows for the well-being of those he cares about… this man is perfect and Jin can’t help but wonder how someone like him got so lucky…
He hadn’t even noticed that his hips had stopped moving, Atsuhiro gently squeezing his hand making him remember himself and start once more, Kagero laughing lightly as he tries to find his pace again. The almost-silence that fills the room should be uncomfortable, but for whatever reason, the voices have fallen silent for now and Jin can enjoy this silence, he’s in the company of two people he cares deeply about and he has no reason to wish for anything else.
It doesn’t take too much longer for Jin to cum, his and Atsuhiro’s labored breathing and their muffled whines and groans filling the static air. Jin makes sure he doesn’t slump down on the other, having to spread his legs a bit further apart to ensure this, but ultimately succeeding in his endeavors. It takes a few moments for him to come back to, pulling out of Atsuhiro once he’s done and pressing a kiss to his palm.
“Really like to take your time when everyone else jus’ wants ta’ get cleaned up an’ go ta’ bed, huh, Twice?” Kagero asks with a small smirk.
“Didn’t wanna hurt him, and disassociate helps a lot on that end. And you like using him like a rag doll and taking what you want when you want! At least we show some level of concern!! Jesus…” Welcome back, we missed your input Thank you, thank you, glad to be back!
Kagero laughs again, noting the fact that Atsuhiro’s unresponsive and his body is going limp… Jin seems to notice it too even if he is in his own little world. “I’ll help ya’ get him back to the spare room and get some stuff so you can clean him up a bit, I doubt it’s comfortable to wake up with a cunt that’s dripping… even more so when ’s someone else’s cum.”
“We can clean him up! Leave it to me, I’ll clean the whore out reall good!!! No, we should let him rest, and he doesn’t usually get this much stimulation at once,” Yarou is still loud and Jin counters that with a whisper. If Atsuhiro is to be believed, then Jin was the first person he ever slept with (at least consensually) and the only other people he’s been with since they got together are Kagero and Kurogiri… he isn’t sure about the other two, but he knows that him and Atsuhiro generally only do one round… wait, how did Kagero manage as many rounds as he did? Especially with that fast recovery time, “Yo, are you on the blue pill?” Yarou asked the question Jin formulated in his mind, so he makes no effort to correct or add to what he said.
That shiteating grin gives Jin his answer, good thing since that would’ve kept him up at night longer than knowing this will. “Let’s get him to bed, keeping him up here can’t be good for his back.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, just - give me a second, my legs feel like spaghetti noodles right now. And not even al dente!! ” Whiny, too whiny, Atsuhiro even stirs like he’s disapproving of that tone of voice, Jin can’t be bothered though, his knees feel like they’re going to buckle at any second!
“Take your time, I doubt he’ll be wakin’ up anytime soon,” as if he’s proving it, he rakes a hand through Atsuhiro’s hair, fingers getting caught in the auburn curls briefly, so briefly that only Kagero himself notices.
Jin doesn’t take his time, asking how they should transport him back to the guest room when his legs begin to feel sturdier and not like that of a newborn giraffe. Jin knows with the utmost certainty that he could have easily carried Atsuhiro back to the guest room, he isn’t positive that Kagero could on his own, but he wouldn’t be surprised if he did… they just both know better than to try to carry him on their own when Atsuhiro has five inches on Kagero and he’s the taller of them (even if it’s only by two inches).
It takes a few minutes to get a comfortable hold on him and figure out who’s leading, but soon Atsuhiro’s comfortably placed in Kagero’s spare bed. He turns over once the other two move away, curling up into a fetal position with a small sigh.
Jin just stares briefly, waiting until Kagero leaves before he takes a seat beside Atsuhiro. He places a hand on his upper thigh, gently squeezing and massaging the flesh beneath his fingers. The muscle is tense beneath his hand, relaxing somewhat under the comforting touch, but still remaining tense to the point that it disturbs Jin a bit. He doesn’t ever recall seeing Atsuhiro sleep unless he had passed out at the bar or on the couch, but then his mask obscured his face and his rather loose fitting clothes made it impossible to see his muscles. He seemed fine earlier, but now? Unease is clear in the way he has positioned himself, face covered by his arm, hiding it from view.
Jin doesn’t even notice Kagero entering the room, only realizing when he places his hand on his shoulder and offers him a wet washcloth. “Thanks, I could’ve gotten it myself, you know,” even Yarou is tired at this point, his comment grumbled out and adding the bite to Jin’s soft tone.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t be too appreciative… you want me to getcha both some new clothes?” He asks, already in a pair of sweatpants, probably to spare himself the extended exposure… either that or he doesn’t care enough to take a shower tonight.
Jin sits on it for a few moments, shaking his head when he finally makes up his mind, “Nah, I know where to find a fresh pair of clothes and we can live without clothes for one night,” he says with a small shrug, toying with the wet cloth in his hands.
“Alright, just holler if you need anything, have a good night, kiddo,” he concludes with a firm pat, hitting Jin’s back three times and lingering for a few moments after before he finally turns to leave, closing the door behind him and leaving Jin in the dim light of the antique lamp on the floor beside the bed.
He shifts after a few moments to clean Atsuhiro up, using the same washcloth on himself and discarding it on the floor beside him after pulling the blanket up and onto the other. He pulls his shirt off and tosses it beside the towel, turning the light off and getting in bed. He lies on his back and crosses his ankles, briefly twiddling his thumbs before deciding that it’s better to cross his arms. It’s more comforting, grounding… there's more pressure and he loves it.
Shouldn’t we be holding Atsu? Should we? He’s a grown ass man, he’s fine. Well, yeah, but he’s still our boyfriend… He seems… scared?
Jin slowly looks over to the other side of the bed, his right hand moving up to toy with the hem of his mask, still rolled up and exposing his mouth - he almost started panicking because he thought he lost it when he only felt his own stubble against his hand. Yeah, no, he’s shaking, that’s probably…
C’mon Jinny!! He won’t get mad if we cuddle him, and it might even help!! He’s a fucking pussy. If he can’t learn to sleep on his own, then that’s his problem! Oh, shut the fuck up.
One of his hands still fiddles with his mask, but he slowly moves closer to the other, initially unnerved by the sounds of the springs creaking and pausing with each sound, but quickly learning that it isn’t going to stop even if he does slow down. He closes the distance and hesitantly wraps an arm around Atsuhiro’s torso, gently forcing his arm into the small amount of empty space between his stomach and thighs. A soft, content sigh escapes him as his chest presses against the magician’s back, the warm feeling of Atsuhiro’s flesh against his own is… better than any of them can begin to put into words.
Slowly, Atsuhiro’s body begins to unfurl, his back pressing back against Jin’s chest, metallic arm moving down to intertwine their fingers, and his legs moving back to occupy the space between and around Jin’s. By this point, Jin is on the brink of sleep, mouth pressed against the back of Atsuhiro’s neck where he had been kissing only minutes prior. He barely registers the whisper of ‘I love you’ from his partner, only enough for it to bring a small smile to his face before he succumbs to sleep. Maybe all he needed was the comfort of another… that’s a thought for another time though…