Instead of saying anything, I pulled Yasu to me for a brief kiss. He didn’t fight me. The longer we stood there with our lips pressed together, a sort of rightness washed over me. Like I was always meant to be here with him and Ryosuke.
The moment I felt the soft press of Ryosuke’s lips against my neck, I sighed, opening my mouth to the warm and explorative tongue that Yasu had waiting for me. My best friend tasted like coffee and sin. The more he swirled the muscle inside my mouth,the more I wanted to experience his flavor. He was the hard edge to my soft ones.
But I didn’t only want to kiss Yasu.
I had Ryosuke at my disposal as well. When I spun in their embrace and kissed the grumpy bassist, I savored all the new tastes. Ryosuke was cigarettes and sex. He was just as hard as Yasu, but also sharper and more dangerous. There was something special about each of them. I wanted to delve in and discover all their different facets.
Chapter 22
Yasu
The second we entered the small apartment, my insides twisted.
There was still that voice in the back of my head saying this was a bad idea and that I needed to turn around, walk away before I kept fucking everything up. It didn’t stop the reality that I wanted my best friend. If that meant that I had to include the one person who was currently driving me the most crazy? I could make it work. Maybe.
I don’t know why I thought Ryosuke would have a bigger place.
While the studio apartment was still a little larger than normal, as it looked to be around eight to nine tatami mats versus the typical six, Ryosuke looked like he lived like every other person instead of the life of a successful musician. It wasn’t like the rest of us had giant homes, but to see someone living in something so humble... It was almost enough to change my opinion of him. Because his clothes weren’t flashy either.
How successful had Tokyo Roadtrip been?
That thought quickly flew out of my mind as Ryosuke put his hands on Itsuki’s waist, pulling him in for a long, dirty kiss. It shouldn’t get me so hot to watch the person I wanted the most make out with someone else, but there was something about this whole experience that had me intrigued. I’d never been with more than one person at a time. There’d never been a desire to, but damn... now that I was in the middle of it? I saw why people enjoyed this.
When Ryosuke’s hand slipped beneath the bottom hem of Itsuki’s shirt to touch his fair skin, I wanted in and not to rip him away.
What should have felt awkward because none of us had done this together before somehow felt beautifully orchestrated. Was this what it was like to make the perfect song? Ryosuke and I moved in tandem. Any time I moved my hands, he moved right along with me. We never once bumped into one another. In return, Itsuki became a rambling mess between us.
“Yasu-san.” I paused at my name falling from Ryosuke’s lips. Our eyes met over Itsuki’s shoulder. The smolder that met me could have burnt down the entire building.
I still couldn’t give him my words, so I only gave him my eyes, which seemed to be enough. He smirked as he kissed the side of Itsuki’s head. “What do you want to happen here?”
Ryosuke’s question took me by surprise because we’d seemed so in tune that I didn’t think I’d needed to say it out loud. My throat was clogged because while I’d had sex, a lot of it, there was always some sort of unspoken agreement. There was something about saying what I wanted out loud that made it seem taboo and forbidden.
“What—what do you mean?” The words still felt clogged, as if they didn’t want to come out at all.
Ryosuke only smirked as he dragged his nose along Itsuki’s jaw. “I mean, what do you see happening? Should we just sit here kissing him? Or should we do something more? Personally, I’m a little sad that I didn’t get a taste of him like you did the last time.”
It was enough to send a jolt of lust shooting through my system.
There was something about the moment that had me on edge, unable to form proper words. Words were my thing, for fuck’s sake. “Taste? What do you mean, taste him?”
That was the moment Itsuki let out a low moan. I realized Ryosuke’s arm was moving. Was he touching him? That strange voice that said I should be jealous was back, but instead, all I felt was heat. I wanted to see it, to see what Itsuki looked like when he submitted to someone, someone who wasn’t me.
“Mmm,” Ryosuke hummed. “What do you say, Yasu-san? Should I get on my knees for this pretty little specimen?”
My face was on fire, but I still found myself nodding because the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to see it. I wanted to see Ryosuke stretch his lips around Itsuki’s cock as he sucked him to completion. Why the fuck had I never had a thought like that before? Because now I was rock hard and desperate for any type of relief. Relief that came in the form of grinding myself against the soft swell of Itsuki’s ass.
There was no fanfare.
Ryosuke sank to his knees in front of Itsuki, quickly working open his pants. I only regretted that from my position behind my friend that I couldn’t see more. But the way Itsuki dropped his head onto my shoulder, letting out a long, low moan the second Ryosuke put his mouth on him had my body on fire.
I wasn’t completely still.
My hands were still under Itsuki’s shirt and they roamed his smooth chest until my fingers found his tight little nipples. Iplucked at them, making him make even more little mewls of pleasure as Ryosuke continued to bob his head between his legs.
My dick was so fucking hard, the more I listened to the sounds of Ryosuke slurping at Itsuki’s cock. I was ground against. It was all just a bit too much. I wanted to see it all. To feel it all.
“Fu—uck.” The word tumbled free as I pinched down on Itsuki’s nipple just a bit too hard. A loud gasp passed his lips, then there was the sound of a soft choke.
