I pushed up onto my toes, watching as Ryosuke wiped a trail of sticky cum from his chin. It was enough. My hips swiveled as if driven by their own engine, and I came, spilling my load into my pants.
After the last time, it wasn’t the most comfortable situation, but it wasn’t like I could do anything about it now that it’d happened.
It took a moment to catch my breath. Once I did, a low chuckle filled the room.
Fucking Ryosuke.
“God, that was so damn sexy,” he said as he stood from his place on the floor.
Just like the other day, he was still obviously aroused and maybe I should have felt a little more like shit for not helping him get off, but this was fucking Ryosuke. There was something about the thought of touching him that instantly killed my mood. But somehow I was okay with him touching and pleasing my best friend?
What the hell was this?
I didn’t have a lot of time to dissect it because the next thing I knew, Ryosuke was on me. His tongue speared into my mouth, sharing the salty taste of Itsuki with me, and while I’d technically experienced it before, it had been mixed with the taste of the cotton of his underwear. This was still a blend because I couldtaste the cigarette smoke and whatever else was so uniquely Ryosuke mixed in. I could quickly become obsessed.
Danger.
I ignored it as I was pushed to my knees in front of our new bass player. What did it say about me that I was helpless to stop it when he opened his jeans, freeing a long, beautiful cock with a piercing through the tip. His pre-cum gathered around the small metal ball that sat within his slit, and all I wanted to do was lean forward and lap it up.
Forbidden fruit. That’s what it was. That was the only reason I found myself leaning forward, sticking my tongue out for him and allowing him entrance into my more than eager mouth.
The moment the smooth head of his dick entered me, I sealed my lips around him, moaning at the salty taste that exploded over my tastebuds. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t the person who gave in this easily, but there was something about this whole encounter that had me doing things I wouldn’t normally do.
Rysosuke’s cock slipped in deeper, straight to the back of my throat. I pinched my eyes closed against the onslaught of tears as I did my best not to choke on him. It didn’t matter. Since I wasn’t prepared, I still gagged, making the most disgusting of noises. Or at least it was gross to me. It must have been something that Ryosuke enjoyed, because his fingers threaded tightly through my hair and held me in place while he moaned loudly.
Of all the people I’d been with over the years, I’d never been face-fucked. Drool ran down my chin as Ryosuke worked his cock in and out of my throat. I was helpless to do anything but sit there and take it. It would have been easy to grab hold of him, push him off me if I didn’t want this, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. There was something about the forcefulness that had my dick perking up again. I wanted to drown out that feeling. It couldn’t be him getting me to respond that way.
When I opened my eyes, I could see Itsuki watching us in my periphery. His hand worked up and down his flaccid cock. I choked on Ryosuke once more at the sight. This was actually happening. I was sucking off the guy I couldn’t stand while my best friend watched us.
Turned out that was all Ryosuke needed to push him over the edge because with a muttered curse, he flooded my mouth with his salty release. I couldn’t swallow it all, most of it escaped my mouth and dribbled down my chin.
As soon as Ryosuke finally pulled away, his hand was on my chin, lifting my face to examine me.
“Look at you. Such a beautiful fucking mess. Next time we’ll need to work on you not losing any of my load.”
Next time? Oh shit.
Chapter 23
Ryosuke
Never let anyone stay over. It was a rule for a reason.
I didn’t need the awkward morning after or to face whatever bad decision I made the day before, but when I rolled over, my nose was tickled by Itsuki’s soft hair, it was hard to be mad at myself for making the other two men stay.
But had they both stayed?
Yasu tried, just like the time before, to make a hurried escape. If this was going to keep happening, we needed to actually talk about it and not act like children.
When I sat up on my futon to find that the guitar player was wrapped protectively around the vocalist, something settled in my chest. It wasn’t like I liked the guy like that. He was sexy, and after last night, I could confirm that he gave good head, but seeing them both in my bed like that?
Before I could dwell too much on it, I crawled from under my blanket, making my way to the toilet. I had to piss like crazy, then I’d figure out what to do about the two men I had in myhome. A home to which I was admittedly a little terrified to bring them to.
I’d seen where both of them lived. Yasu had a nice, large apartment that he shared with his sister, and Itsuki’s place wasn’t anything to laugh about, either. It was a reminder that I’d come from nothing, and maybe would always be nothing. I was always barely scraping by.
After relieving myself, I walked back out into the main room to find both Itsuki and Yasu still asleep.
My chest squeezed at the sight of them because they looked like they belonged together. There I was, inserting myself in the middle of all of it. I had a way of putting myself in places I didn’t belong.
