cowt 10 S6 M3: perfectly squared (hatoful boyfriend, yuuya/anghel/sakuya/ryouta, nc17, incest cw)

[janie_tangerine]

 It’s not that Yuuya had planned this or anything.

 

It’s just that he hadn’t really envisioned running into his brother and his boyfriend in the same bar where he went for a hook-up, just after having picked up someone up, and that someone being Anghel, after all of them had more than a few drinks into them.

 

Also, even if understanding Anghel is a quest for which most people need a damned translator… there’s the part where he’s exceptionally gifted at convincing people to roll with whatever he thinks is a good idea at the moment, and he also is incredibly gifted at grasping things that people should not, and maybe Yuuya could have appreciated if he hadn’t commented about the weird tension between him and Sakuya, except that then Ryouta had grinned and said that he wasn’t going to judge anyone here all things considered, and Sakuya hadn’t told them to fuck off, and —

 

Well.

 

That’s how he’s ended up in the same bed with all three of them, and considering that it’s his dorm bed, he’s halfway sure that it’s going to break before the evening is over. Not that it wouldn’t be worth that, of course, not when the current situation has Ryouta behind Sakuya, both on their side, with Ryouta jerking Sakuya off slowly regardless of how much he’s begging him to go faster while Yuuya is doing the same with Anghel, his eyes locking with Ryouta’s as they both decide whether to go faster or slower — right now they’re going for slower, and Sakuya is pretty much imploring them to up the ante while Anghel is just telling him to go ahead while he lets out loud, loud moans.

 

“They seem to like that, huh?” Ryouta asks very rhetorically as Sakuya fucks into his palm, whining.

 

“Certainly so,” Yuuya agrees, “but maybe we should see if we can make it a bit more exciting before they come the first time, non?”

 

“Oh, please, Midnight Rose,” Anghel blurts, and Ryouta raises an eyebrow while Sakuya manages to roll his eyes even if he’s moaning his lungs out.

 

“Never mind that,” Yuuya says, “he always calls me like that at school.” He slows down, then glances down at Sakuya’s flushed cheeks and this is so wrong, but honestly?

 

He really, really can’t care less.

 

“I think,” Yuuya says, “that maybe you should take care of all that begging while we help you out, how about that?”

 

Ryouta slows down for a moment, then grins slowly, way more sneakily than one would assume looking at him from afar.

 

“I say we absolutely should do that,” he grins, and takes away his hand from Sakuya’s cock to move it to the crack of his ass while Anghel enthusiastically agrees with the prospect and moves down the bed, mouth wrapped around Sakuya’s dick, and Yuuya is really happy that he kept any other pet names for himself, because considering that around school he calls Ryouta undertaker and Sakuya Hallowed Magician of the White, he’s sure it would have put a sour mood on the evening.

 

That stated, Sakuya has literally no time to protest the arrangement, since just after Ryouta pushes a couple fingers inside him and Yuuya doesn’t waste time thinking about what he’s doing when he leans forward and kisses him, slow, meaningfully, and he just hopes Sakuya gets it because he certainly can’t say it now, and when Ryouta tells Sakuya to keep him happy Sakuya’s hand finds its way to Yuuya’s dick and oh, he thinks as those long, soft, musician’s fingers start to jerk him off, he thinks that maybe he hadn’t planned this —

 

But he’s really, really glad of how the evening is shaping up.

 

And if in order to make sure Anghel shuts up about using those names he’ll have to call him crimson angel of Judecca when the others can’t hear, well.

 

Weirder and stranger things have happened in his life, both in his bed and outside it.

 

He thinks it won’t be much of a problem.