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Dazai walks into the bedroom after a long day and stops short.
“Oh,” he says. “Are my two dogs having fun?”
Not bothering to pull away, Chuuya and Jouno both raise a single hand to flip them off. It’s hot, especially when Chuuya bites Jouno's lip and it lets out a moan, hand falling to grip their jaw tighter. They climb onto its lap to press closer and Dazai watches with fascination. Gloves and shirts are already gone and she wonders how long the two of them have been like this. She wonders how much of this is just because they wanted to, or how much of it was a plot against her.
When the three of them started their arrangement, Chuuya had been the most hesitant. Over the years, they and Dazai had something of a relationship- in that they carried on as usual around others, but fucked whenever given the chance. After Mersault, Dazai and Jouno found themselves bumping into each other often, and it didn't take as long as it should have for them to fall into bed together. Chuuya had wrinkled their nose when Dazai proposed that the three of them try something sometime. It was awkward, at first, fitting the different styles and kinks together, but over time, it became something fun. Regardless, Dazai is pretty sure this is the first time the two of them have ventured into doing something on their own, without Dazai involved.
It's hot as hell, but he knows it's a trap. “Like two dogs in heat, huh?” He says, watching Chuuya grind in its lap, watching their tongues swirl together between open mouths, lips not touching.
Definitely a trap.
“I'm glad you two are having fun. I had such a rough day.” He pauses when Chuuya lets out an especially loud groan and watches Jouno sink its teeth into their neck, just above the choker. Dazai's favorite spot. He feels his fingers twitch, but focuses on unbuttoning his vest. “You wouldn't believe the amount of paperwork Kunikida-kun made me do. The tyrant.”
“Saying the name of another in the bedroom,” Jouno says, mouth on Chuuya's nipple. “How unsavory of you.”
“Oh, you spoke! Good dog.”
It growls but otherwise ignores her, focused on trailing Chuuya's skin with its tongue, drawing pretty little noises out of them. Dazai is hard already, but he doesn't intend to let either of them know that. Instead, he grins. “When did Chuuya become such a good lap dog?”
They tilt their head back, eyes simmering with lust, looking directly at him. They take in Dazai's unbuttoned shirt, pulled out of her pants, and the unraveling bandages on the floor, and smirks. Then, making direct eye contact, they let out a loud, drawn out moan when Jouno grinds its hips up, teeth rolling a nipple.
It's performative. The pleasure is real, but the reaction is exaggerated and meant to rile Dazai up and—
He knows this, but he still has to grit his teeth together to keep back a noise of his own. His dick twitches in his pants, begging to be released.
Chuuya’s smirk turns into something sharper. They straighten their back, leaning their face into Jouno's ear.
A sharp laugh leaves its lips. “Absolutely.”
It's the pitch of its voice that lets Dazai know that he's in danger.
“I hope you two are having fun,” he says, eye tracking their every movement.
“It's a lot more fun without you,” Chuuya comments.
They climb off of Jouno's lap only to push against its chest. It falls back onto the bed obediently. Something about it makes Dazai's dick twitch. Jouno never relents control.
Chuuya licks a strip of skin from the waistband of its pants, up its sides, all the way up until they press their tongue between its lips. Jouno meets them gladly, sucking on their tongue and racking nails up their spine.
Fuck, Dazai thinks. She knows what they want her to do, but she doesn't intend to lose the game. She moves to the closet, hanging up her vest. Neither of them are looking at her, which gives her the perfect opportunity to pick something out to rile them up. Three can play at this game.
As Dazai changes, he never looks away from the pair of them. There are moments here and there that it seems they get lost in the heat of it, game forgotten. Like when Chuuya leaves red marks on Jouno's abdomen, or when it grabs their hair and pulls them back, exposing their throat to its teeth. There's even a moment when Jouno's hand slips into their pants, grabbing their ass, before Chuuya gasps and pulls away.
“Patience, sweetheart.”
“Hey!” Dazai protests. His work outfit and bandages are gone, replaced with a lacy black and silver lingerie that Chuuya bought her on a random rendezvous. He fiddles with his dangled earrings, making sure they're still in place. “That's my pet name.”
“Not today,” Chuuya says. They finally look back, taking in Dazai's attire and pose. Their grin turns feral and Dazai wants them to rip her to shreds. “Today you're a good girl, aren't you?”
Fuck.
“Always a good girl for us, isn't she?” Jouno agrees.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Jouno grins. “It's working,” it says.
Chuuya tears their eyes away from her to focus back on the person beneath them. “Wonderful” they say, grinding against it.
“I didn't know you were one for such theatrics,” Dazai says, throat tight. It takes all his willpower not to reach down to his cock, barely held in by the panties on his hips. “You're not very good at it, though. Don't quit your day job.”
Chuuya groans and Dazai smiles, feeling their patience begin to wear thin. Jouno can sense it, too, because it grips their jaw tight and pulls their face close. “It's my turn,” it hisses.
A shiver runs through Dazai's body at the tone of voice, and he sees a similar affect in Chuuya's reaction. “It is,” they say, slapping its hand away. “But I'm in control.”
“Then get on with it.”
“Stop talking,” Chuuya says, shoving two fingers in its mouth. They bend down, biting its ear, its jaw, whispering something Dazai can't hear. “Shit,” they hiss. They begin circling their hips against it, both of them letting out little gasps.
It's hot as hell. Dazai feels the game slipping away from her.
Chuuya pulls their fingers out and Dazai watches, entranced, as saliva lingers there before spilling onto Jouno’s skin. “Too many clothes,” Chuuya decides.
“Finally,” it huffs. It reaches up toward them, but they slap its hand away again.
“Don't move,” they say.
Jouno nods. Dazai’s hands move down his own body, craving some sort of attention. He can only watch as Chuuya traces Jouno's body with their tongue, fingers undoing its pants and yanking them down, boxers included. Jouno's erection springs up and it gasps at the sudden exposure.
“I'm not here to fuck around,” Chuuya says, meeting Dazai's eye again. They follow her hands and then smirk. “I'm here to win.”
Dazai is so done for.
“Winning would be new for you,” she says, hating that her voice sounds breathless. “A little treat.”
They don't deign her with a reply, turning back to Jouno. They run a finger down their jawline, hooking it in their bottom teeth. Without any warning, they dip their head down, tongue teasing at its tip.
Jouno jolts with a moan.
Dazai takes a step forward without realizing it. “You two play dirty. Need I remind you that neither of you even wanted to be involved with each other? We're only here because of me.”
“Not everything is about you,” Chuuya murmurs against Jouno's cock.
“It should be,” she says.
They lift one finger to flip her off again, one finger still in Jouno's mouth, tongue dragging across its skin. Across the tip, down the side of its cock, along its inner thigh. Teasing. Half to torture it and half to torture her.
This is Dazai's chance to win.
“Chuuya is such a tease,” he whines. “Isn't it cruel, dove?”
Jouno sucks a shock of air at the name and Dazai grins. He takes another step closer to the bed.
“It reminds me of being in the Port Mafia, you know? Everything there was always threatening to tear you apart, but never could deliver. Danger at every corner, the thrill of someone else's blood on your skin. A cold blade in your hand,” he says slowly, reminding Jouno of past escapades.
“Dazai,” Chuuya growls.
“I'm not breaking any rules!” She grins, sitting at the edge of the bed. She doesn't touch either one of them, but she leans down to Jouno's ear just as Chuuya finally takes its dick in their mouth. “All I'm saying is that I tear things open, instead of stringing them along.”
“ Shit ,” Jouno breathes, head falling back. “Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense.”
She grins. Victory. “Like what?”
Jouno surges forward and grabs her face, pulling her in for a kiss that's messy, full of its pants as Chuuya sucks it off.
“Sure,” Dazai whispers into its mouth. Swinging her legs to straddle its chest, she cradles its face, rubbing thumbs against its cheekbones. “Never thought I'd see you like this,” she purrs. “So obedient. So pretty.”
A whine escapes the back of its throat and it sends heat straight down to Dazai's dick. He leans in, kissing it with all the hunger he's been holding back on.
“Damnit, Jouno,” Chuuya mumbles.
“Sorry,” it says around Dazai's tongue. “Hearing his- ah-” it lurches when Dazai moves, pressing bites and kisses across its body. “-chattering and heartbeat and- god- feeling you was too much.”
“Stop talking,” Dazai says.
Its grip tightens on her waist. “You first.”
Weight shifts in the bed and then nails are scraping at Dazai's thigh, another hand circling around his throat from behind. “Both of you,” Chuuya hisses. “Stop talking. The only words I wanna hear from either of you is begging.”
“In that case,” Jouno says, “finish what you started. Please.”
“Nah,” they smirk against the back of Dazai's neck. “That sounded too sarcastic. Beside, she wrapped herself up so nicely for us, didn't she?”
Jouno lifts its hands, running them over every part of Dazai it can reach. Its fingers linger at her thighs, right between skin and stocking. “Yeah,” it agrees. “All dolled up.”
The fingers around his throat tightens, just enough for his breath to hitch, and one finger curls around, nudging his mouth open. He bites down on it, causing Chuuya to hum. “Good girl,” they murmur, tracing a scar on his neck with their tongue.
Dazai lets out a whimper at the same moment Jouno speaks, “time for our plan?”
“Plan?” Dazai asks.
“Change of plans,” Chuuya says, biting the back of his shoulder hard enough to draw blood and then licking it as he shudders in their hold. “Jouno lost, and so Jouno loses control.”
“Wha—”
Dazai falls over it as Chuuya lets go, grabbing its hands above its head. “I like the sound of that,” she says. And then, just above its lips, she pauses. “You remember the safeword?”
“I won't need it,” it claims, straining its neck to try and kiss him.
Dazai pulls back. “Jouno, we want to destroy you, but we want you to enjoy it. What's the safeword?”
It huffs. “Red.”
“Good.”
And then Dazai surges back down, capturing its lips in something heated, something messy, something hungry. She continues kissing it, searching every corner of its mouth, even as Chuuya coaxes them both to sit up. Grinning, Dazai uses his hands to support it, one around its waist, one cradling its cheek. He shifts so that he's sitting in Jouno’s lap, legs wrapped behind it.
“Ready?” She whispers against it.
It nods so Dazai kisses it again, slower this time. She can feel it tense up when Chuuya puts a cuff around its wrist, but then it smiles and slips its tongue into her mouth. Once Chuuya secures its hands behind its back, they kneel behind it, placing kisses up and down its spine, across its shoulders. Jouno turns to kiss them properly, but Chuuya smirks, grabbing Dazai and making out with him over its shoulder, instead.
“Not fair,” Jouno whines.
Dazai groans when Chuuya's teeth scrape against her bottom lip. “Steady,” she says, watching Chuuya's face for understanding. They nod and Dazai leans in to kiss them again, reaching down to grab Jouno's dick. It gasps in his ear and he pumps faster, letting Chuuya ravage the inside of his mouth.
“Fuck,” Jouno moans.
Dazai pulls away from Chuuya to claim its lips, swallowing down all of its noises. Chuuya leaves angry marks down its neck, meeting Dazai again briefly, before Dazai trails kisses down its body. Saliva and bruises show where he's been and he pauses, breath fanning over Jouno's tip.
“What do you want me to do, dove?”
Panting, Jouno buck its hips, but Chuuya reaches snakes their arms around it, making it near impossible for Jouno to move. They never once stop their attack on its skin, teasing with kisses at the corner of their lips before moving out of reach again.
“Fuck,” Jouno says, and Dazai hears the handcuffs rustle. “Dazai, please.”
He hums. He runs a finger along the length of its cock. “Please what?”
Dazai can see it on its face- the desperation, the fight against everything that's happening. Jouno is one who loves control, loves tying Dazai up and using him however it sees fit. To strip that away from Jouno and make it beg? Well, Dazai isn't sure he's ever seen anything hotter.
“Please just—” it groans again when Chuuya finds sensitive spot where shoulder and neck meet. “Please, either suck me or ride me. Please, dove.”
“Hmmm,” Dazai muses, finger drawing circles over its thighs. “What do you think, love?”
Chuuya grabs its nipples, face still buried in its neck. They huff a laugh when it arches back against them. “Up to you, doll. I could prep you real fast, or you could put your mouth to good use for once.”
“Why not both?”
Chuuya licks Jouno's neck and then looks down, meeting her eye. “You bring up a good point.” They breathe into the shell of Jouno's ear. “What do you think, sweetheart?”
Half of Dazai is upset that Chuuya is using his nickname on it, but the other half finds it terribly sexy.
Jouno shivers. “Both. Please.”
They take a minute to reposition, cuffing Jouno around a bedpost for support. Chuuya stalls by kissing them both deeply before moving to the edge of the bed, probably just to make Jouno squirm. Dazai has zero objections.
“God,” Chuuya says, slipping the thin panties off his hips. “I'm gonna tear you apart later, ‘Samu.”
He shudders at the name, placing lazy kisses to Jouno's thighs. “I'll hold you to that.” He bites the hibbone, grinning when it jerks. “Ready?”
“Fuck’s sake,” it says. “You two are the worst.”
“Well,” Dazai muses, dragging her tongue across the length of its cock. “That's just rude.”
There's the sound of handcuffs rustling, and then an exasperated sigh. “ Please, Osamu.”
“You're both so unfair,” she says, lowering herself.
She swirls her tongue around the head of Jouno's dick, hand stroking the base. It groans and throws its head back, thudding it against the post.
“Careful, dove,” he says.
“Shut up,” Jouno grits.
Laughing, he gets back to work. He takes his time, humming when he feels Chuuya kiss his cheeks, palm his balls. He works his tongue up and down and around Jouno's dick before squeezing its hip once in warning. A plea is building on its lips just as she takes it in fully, throat constricting around it.
“Fuck,” Jouno moans. “Fuck. Good girl.”
Teeth graze Dazai's skin and she hums again, feeling the vibrations in her throat and knowing that they must drive Jouno mad. She sucks, pull upwards, and is about to go back down when the flat of Chuuya's tongue rakes against her hole.
“Ah!” She lets off of Jouno with a choked cry.
They slap his ass. “Don't stop, sweetheart.”
“Wouldn't dream of it,” he manages, trying to get his breathing under control. Chuuya licks him like he's a treat, pleasure skating across his nerves. His dick throbs but he forces his attention back to Jouno's.
“Sorry, dove,” he manages, kissing its skin again.
“Please,” is all it says.
And, well, Dazai can't deny such a heady plea. She takes its dick straight down her throat, sucking, and swirling her tongue. One hand supports her weight, gripping at its thigh, while the other moves in time with her mouth. Behind her, Chuuya soon replaces their tongue with a finger and Dazai curses herself for being so lost in everything that she didn't hear the lube. She lets out a low moan around Jouno's dick, causing it to hiss and buck under her.
“Good girl,” Chuuya says, moving their finger around to loosen his walls. They place a kiss on the back of her thigh. “You're doing so well.”
It's the softness of their voice that causes Dazai to moan this time. Gentleness is not something the three of them ever learned. It's not something that they use with each other, generally, except in rare moments of vulnerability. So when Chuuya speaks in a soothing voice, giving Dazai praise, it's intoxicating. Dazai can't get enough. Being petulant and aggravating is in his nature, but Chuuya has always managed to bring out a different side to him. Jouno, too, but it likes to focus on the darker side of his nature, which is addictive in its own way.
The sounds spilling from Jouno's lips become increasingly incoherent and it thrashes against the bedpost. “Osa— fuck. Please, please.”
Dazai wants to tease it, but if he stops what he's doing, he'll lose himself in the sensation of Chuuya adding a second finger and scissoring into him. As it is, he can barely manage to keep Jouno's dick in his throat, moaning around it as he tried to keep his pace.
Chuuya slaps his ass.
Dazai releases Jouno with a gasp just as it releases, cum squirting all over it and his face. Dazai can't even relish in the way it trembles under her, too taken by the way Chuuya curls their fingers and hits her prostate.
“Shit,” she hisses, thrusting her ass back.
“Nuh uh,” Chuuya says, pushing her away. “Be a good girl and be still.”
“ Chuuya .”
“Still up for giving her a ride, sweetheart?”
“In a bit,” it breathes. Dazai curls nails into its legs.
“What if I take her instead?”
Dazai loves that they're talking about him like he isn't there, loves that they are discussing how best to use him as Chuuya adds a third finger, causing him to cry out.
“What do I get, then?” Jouno asks.
“Hmm,” Chuuya muses, pressing against Dazai's prostate relentlessly. They speak louder this time, because she is writhing and whimpering, “guess you can have her dick in your ass while she's still a sobbing mess?”
“Fuck,” Dazai cries out. His arms nearly give out on him.
He looks up at Jouno and sees the dangerous curve to its lips. If it weren't still cuffed to the bed, he knows its fingers would be digging into his jaw right now, forcing him to look up at it. Just the thought is enough to make him let out another curse. It's almost sad how close he is to an orgasm.
“You have yourself a deal,” it says.
“Excellent,” Chuuya says, and immediately pulls their fingers out.
Dazai whines at the sudden emptiness. She feels tense and ready to burst. Tears well at the corners of her eyes from the denial and she does collapse this time, breathing heavily and using all of her will not to touch herself. Chuuya and Jouno both would punish her if she did.
“Good girl,” Chuuya says. “Wait a bit longer.”
Dazai can only muster a whine in return. Shuffling along the bed, Chuuya pauses to drop a kiss to his forehead before freeing Jouno from its bounds. The first thing it does is pounce on Chuuya, hands all over them, tugging their pants down, lips devouring them whole.
Dazai wants to fuck them both so badly.
Jouno's hand trails down, thumbing over the precome on Chuuya's tip, and they shudder into its mouth. When Jouno pulls away, smirking, its tongue teases at their jestrum piercing and tugs at their cock. Something throaty escapes Chuuya's lips and Dazai needs them.
She scrambles up, one hand folding over Jouno's on their dick, the other gripping its hair and tugging. It hisses, turning her way. “Aren't you supposed to be waiting like a good girl?”
“I'm not a patient person,” Dazai says through clenched teeth before mashing their faces together.
Jouno kisses differently than Chuuya. With Chuuya, even the hungry kisses hold a level of tenderness. Their teeth nibble and pry, their tongue acting as a search party, and it feels like the air is punched out of Dazai, but it's never violent. With Jouno, it's aggressive and fast, teeth and blood. It's like being cut open and feasted upon. Every last drop is swallowed down and Dazai feels dizzy by the time Chuuya gathers their wits enough to pull the two of them apart.
They jab a finger in Dazai's chest. “You,” they say, voice just on the edge of wrecked. “Bend over the bed.”
Their voice sends a jolt straight to her dick, so Dazai shuffles off the bed and bends herself over it without any fuss. Later, her body will scream at her in regret, but it will all be worth it.
“You,” Chuuya says again. “Prep yourself where I can see you.”
“Sure,” Jouno says easily. “But you two better make some noise so it's worth it for me.”
Chuuya stands next to the bed, smacking Dazai's ass. “Hear that, princess? No holding back. And no touching yourself, either. There won't be a break between me fucking you and it riding you.”
Dazai is doubtful of his stamina, but the idea is too delicious to turn down. “Chuuya is so bossy.”
“I like it,” Jouno says. “We should do it your way more often.”
Dazai hears a loud, sloppy kiss, the click of the lube bottle, and then Chuuya is grabbing his hips. Their nails drag down his back before one hand latches into his hair, grabbing roughly. A whine passes his lips and he feels Chuuya's cock run against his crack.
“Chuuya,” he says, “please.”
“Patience, doll.” But they breach her entrance before she can say anything else. A slow moan escapes them as they work their way in, stretching her walls and rubbing circles into her hip.
“Fuck, Chuuya,” she says.
“It doesn't hurt, does it?”
“No. More, please.”
“God, you're so good like this, Osamu. Obedient. Taking me so well.”
Dazai can only muster a whine as Chuuya finally buries themself fully, pausing for a moment. In front of her, Jouno is face down on the bed, ass in the air, circling its own entrance with lube slicked fingers. It's so much- Chuuya’s grip on his hip, fingers in his hair, dick inside of him, and the pant that works its way from Jouno's lips. Dazai is so turned on.
“More,” he rasps.
Chuuya rolls their hips before pulling out, entering again at a slow pace.
“ Please,” Dazai says. He turns his head to find Chuuya staring at Jouno in wonder and desire, finger entering itself with a gasp.
“Chuuya, I know it's beautiful, but I need you to fuck me.”
“Sorry,” they murmur, but it sounds insincere.
They tug on her hair as they push in again, harder this time. They work on setting a pace, rolling their hips to hit her prostate, but it's still too slow. It's languid. Like they have all the time in the world and have not already denied Dazai an orgasm.
“Bruise me, love,” she says between breaths.
Chuuya's hand leaves her hair, both gripping her hips tight enough to leave marks. “You sure?”
“Yes!”
In front of them, Jouno has added two fingers, biting its lip and riding it out. But it's slow, too, probably waiting to hear their screams.
“Fine,” Chuuya huffs, slamming into her. “But only because Jouno is waiting for us.”
The only thing that tumbles past Dazai's lips are cries as they finally, blissfully, rail into him with no mercy. Skin slaps skin in sickening squelch. Curses and Chuuya's name fall from Dazai's mouth between bitten moans.
“Fuck, ‘Samu,” they breathe, pulling her back as they thrust forward. “ Fuck, you feel so good.”
Dazai would love to return the sentiment, but their dick slams her prostate, over and over again, and she can barely remember her own name past the bliss. In front of her, she can barely see Jouno fucking itself, panting right along with them. The room is all nasty noises, loud pleas, slick movements, and skin bruising skin. It's hot. Chuuya is hot behind him, slamming into him and praising him between pants. Jouno is hot in front of him, letting its voice join theirs as it rides its own fingers.
Dazai's dick is so hard it hurts, but she doesn't touch it. She lets Chuuya use her body to chase their own high, pace becoming sloppy as they get closer, and grinds her ass to get the right pressure, the right angle. It's almost a miracle when they both climax at the same time. Dazai screams and has to blink away tears as her orgasm finds itself deep, dick untouched, Chuuya riding themself out inside of her. She grips the bedsheets like they could save her from destruction and Chuuya slumps, kissing her back as they shudder, still inside of her.
Jouno lets out a groan and extracts its fingers. Twice now, it has been denied an orgasm. Dazai knows it's going to ride him rough and hard, and he grunts at the thought of it.
“God, ‘Samu,” Chuuya breathes into her skin. “You're so good.”
“Chuuya, I want to see you.”
A huff of a laugh. “Okay, princess, hang on.” They straighten themself and pull out of Dazai slow, cum leaking out of his ass. They've barely reached for his waist when he flips over, grabbing their jaw and pulling them down. “Beautiful, Chuuya.”
Their eyes take him in, and a thumb wipes a tear from his eye. “Mm,” they murmur against her lips. “You're beautiful, too.”
The kiss is slow and tender and Dazai wants to melt into it, but her cock is still painfully hard. She pulls back with a sigh and traces their face with her fingers. “Help me sit up?”
Chuuya laughs again, reaching behind her back and lifting her up. Then, they put their hand out in waiting. “Jouno, it's your turn.”
“Fucking finally,” it says, but it sounds half-hearted. Maybe they're all a bit more whipped than they'll ever care to admit. It lets Chuuya tug it forward, kissing them briefly before climbing off the bed. It walks over to Dazai, hands tracing her face, her lips, before steadying itself on her shoulders.
“Ready?” It asks.
Dazai pecks its lips once, twice, and then hums. “Yeah.”
“Gross,” it says, but kisses his neck as it sits in his lap. Their cocks bump against each other and Dazai has to bite back a groan.
“Facing me, huh?” He says, running a hand through its hair. Sweaty, but soft. He gives it a small tug.
“I have to be able to shut you up, dove.”
“Try me, dove.”
Its mouth curls, sharp at the edges, ready to eat Dazai alive. It shifts, hand wrapping around the base of her dick, and slowly lowers itself, latching its mouth to Dazai's neck.
“Ah,” she says, “you're so tight.”
There's a soft moan, and then teeth dig into her skin, causing her to gasp. Jouno releases, picks another spot, and Dazai knows there is blood trickling down her throat, knows that Chuuya stares at it as they wrap their arms around Jouno's waist from behind.
“I got you, sweetheart.”
It's softer than anything Jouno ever allows itself, Dazai knows, and it whines into his throat, bottoming out with a choked cry.
“So good,” Dazai groans.
Jouno licks at the spots it just tore into. “Yes, good girl.”
She licks their mouth. The metallic taste of her own blood lingers there. “You taste good, dove. Feel good. Move for me, won't you?”
Behind it, Chuuya shifts, reaching between the two of them to pinch its nipples. Jouno lifts itself on shaky legs, panting already, and then slams back down with a moan.
“Chuuya,” it says.
“Mmm?”
“Touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
It lifts again and Dazai meets it halfway this time, slamming into it. Its head arches back. “Chuuya.”
“You haven't told me what you want, sweetheart.”
“I want- ah,” it breaks off when Dazai thrusts upwards, encouraging it to roll its hips, and bites its jaw. “I want you to jack me off.”
“So needy. What do you think, doll?”
Dazai grins into its skin, hands curling around its hip bones. “I think Jouno deserves it. But only if I can eat all its pretty sounds.”
“I'm the one who will be shutting you up.”
“Sure.”
Chuuya continues to tease one nipple, the other hand reaching down to grab Jouno's dick, causing it to gasp again. “I'm almost jealous,” they say, running their mouth across its back. “But what a beautiful sight to behold.”
Jouno lifts again and Dazai captures its mouth before it can fall. The kiss is everything. It's a panting mess, teeth and tongue. Their lips barely bump into each other past the thrusting and the moaning. Jouno holds Dazai's face in a deathgrip and the pain accents the pleasure rolling through him so well. There are curses being whispered into his mouth, his name pressed against his own tongue, and he doesn't want to ever let go of this moment. Chuuya's hand brushes his skin as they work on Jouno's chest and dick, and even just the light touches feel like fire. The only way this could be any better is if Dazai could somehow kiss Chuuya too, feel Chuuya at the same time.
Jouno pulls away. “Fuck.”
“None of that,” Dazai murmurs, crashing their lips back together. “I'm going to eat it all, understand?”
She thinks it nods, but it's hard to tell with all the other movement. She doesn't let it back away, using a hand against the back of its neck, even as she approaches her orgasm. The thrusts of her hips get sloppy and she curses against Jouno's teeth, but she doesn't let them separate.
“Fuck,” Chuuya agrees. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Dazai is aware that they have shifted, sitting on the edge of the bed to stare at them both as they continue to stroke Jouno.
The panting in her mouth becomes hot and heavy as higher, more desperate noises come up from Jouno's throat. It's close, and Dazai refuses to finish first, despite everything.
“Cum,” he whispers on its lips. He bites down there. His body is coiled tight, pleasure rippling through his veins, but he holds on. “Be good for me this once, huh?”
That seems to do it, as Jouno cries, open mouthed against Dazai's lips. Cum sprays all over her chest as Chuuya pumps it through the waves of its orgasm. Dazai still doesn't let go, swirling his tongue inside of Jouno's mouth as his pace quickens, desperate.
“Good girl,” Chuuya purrs in his ear, and that's the final blow.
Dazai sees a bright white light, feels release as pleasure bursts out of him, a loud moan ripped from his throat straight down Jouno's. She bucks against it a few more times, chasing the last bits of her high, before slumping against its chest.
“Fuck,” the three of them breathe at the same moment.
Laughing, Chuuya crawls off of the bed and walks into the bathroom. “That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen.”
Jouno pulls off of Dazai, wincing at the strain, and then collapses on the bed beside him. “It was very good.”
“Aw, are you complimenting me?” Dazai teases. She takes a second to catch her breath. “I thought you only did that when my dick—”
“Shut the fuck up.”
He laughs but doesn't let the silence settle. “Neither of you unwrapped me.”
Chuuya walks back and throws a towel at both of them. “The night is still young.”
“Oh? You want to go again?”
“I was the only one who didn't get dicked,” they say, patting themselves with their own towel. “Of course I want another round.”
Dazai is spent, but she leans up, giving them a crooked grin. “And I can be involved the whole time?”
“Yeah, if you let me rip that thing off of you.”
“It was expensive!”
“I'll buy you more.”
“Rip it off of him,” Jouno says, “as I take you from behind.”
“Crude,” Chuuya says. “You have a deal.”
They crawl into the bed, squeezing between the Dazai and Jouno. They give them both a long, simple kiss, and then lay back. “Nap first.”
Dazai lies on her side, curling her arms around their waist. “Nap first.”
Jouno looks behind it and wrinkles its nose. “The bed is disgusting.”
“Shut up,” Chuuya says, tugging on its arm until it falls into bed beside them. They nuzzle their face into its neck. “Nap first.”
“Aww, poor Jouno is so unused to being cared for. Are you gonna combust? Cry? Maybe even—”
Chuuya elbows him in the stomach. “Both of you just shut the hell up already.”
Dazai winces but kisses the back of their head, scooting closer. “Fine.”
Jouno plays with a strand of Chuuya's hair and bites back a grin. “Fine.”
Dazai wakes up an hour later to Chuuya and Jouno making out without her again and all hell breaks loose.