Without saying a word, I sank below the table. Yeah, I noticed he was only wearing a shirt the moment he joined us in the kitchen. I hadn’t needed the show he’d provided when reaching for the bowls, but I wasn’t complaining either.
Itsuki’s ass had always been perfectly round, delectable even. Seeing it so exposed, when the shirt slowly rode up his back, only added to his appeal.
My knees ached as I crawled through the small space to where Itsuki’s shirt was lifted to expose his perfect cock. Maybe it was weird to sit there blowing him while he ate his breakfast, but the way his dick was already half hard said that he didn’t seem to mind.
I took the swollen tip between my lips, sucking gently, causing Itsuki to rock forward. When I looked up, Ryosuke was practically white-knuckling his hips. This was torturing him just as much as it was torturing the guitarist.
“Mmm,” I hummed as I sank lower on his dick, running my tongue along the exposed skin.
Itsuki bucked his hips as best he could with Ryosuke holding onto him. I bobbed up and down his length before stopping at the tip to dig my tongue into the slit to gather the salty drop of pre-cum that had gathered there.
I wrapped my hand around the base and set to work. It wasn’t the most elegant blow job in the world, but I had a single goal in mind. Making Itsuki come as quickly as possible was my only mission. It would be an easy task if the way he was whimpering and squirming was any indication. He was so damn close. I wanted to shove him over that edge so I could have another taste of him.
To know what my best friend tasted like unfiltered.
“Oh God,” Itsuki whined as his hands found their way into my hair under the table. He wasn’t in charge in this situation, but I’d let him have this small reprieve.
“Such a good fucking little boy, just sitting there, taking it. Look at you. Bet it feels so fucking good.”
The sound of Ryosuke’s voice filled the room. It was enough to have me reaching between my legs to grip the hard bulge that was begging for some sort of attention. The pleasure rippled through me as I rolled my hand over my cock in time with my suction on Itsuki’s cock.
“Fucking gorgeous. You know that. Both of you. Like you were built to consume each other. Look at him, Itsuki. Yasu’s head belongs between your legs. He sucks your cock so perfectly.”
My eyes rolled back the longer Ryosuke talked.
I’d never been with someone who’d done that before. I now had an understanding of why people liked it so much. It sent so much heat through me and made the encounter so much hotter to not only know that I was physically causing Itsuki pleasure, but Ryosuke was contributing to his mental pleasure.
“Oh God, please,” Itsuki begged.
A low rumble of a laugh filled the room before Ryosuke spoke. “Please, what, my little princess? You want to come? I bet Yasu is just begging for your cum. He’d drink it down like the good little cum slut that he is.”
Another wave of pleasure coursed its way through my body because Ryosuke wasn’t wrong. I craved the taste of Itsuki in a way I never had before. I needed it just as I needed air, water, and food. He was sustenance to my soul. The longer I sucked at Itsuki’s cock, the more I wanted my reward.
“Please. Please, Ryo-sama. I need to come.”
Fuck. Itsuki was actually asking him for permission. I didn’t understand why that made it even more arousing. If it had just been the two of us, I would have happily swallowed him down already.
“Not yet. You can take more. I know it. Bet it would feel so fucking good to have your best friend put a finger inside you.What do you say, Yasu? Let our little princess feel what it’s like when you pluck his insides.”
This was a lot further than I thought I’d take things, but God, did I want it. Every part of me vibrated because I wanted to know what it felt like to sink into my best friend, to be completely surrounded by his warmth.
I moaned around the cock that throbbed impossibly harder inside my mouth. There was nothing at the table to make any of this any easier, so I did the only thing I could think of. As much as I didn’t want to relinquish my hold on Itsuki’s dick, I let it fall from my lips as I licked down his length to his taint to his tight, puckered hole.
The second my tongue came into contact with his quivering flesh, Itsuki cursed. He didn’t normally, so when he did, you knew that his control was snapping. I liked seeing him fall apart so completely for me.
I pushed harder at the ring of muscles, my tongue working inside Itsuki, slowly loosening him up. He continued to squirm, whining as I worked him over. And God, the way he tasted. It was pure heaven. He was slightly salty with the slightest hint of something that was so uniquely him, I could sit and feast on him for hours.
“That’s it. Get him so fucking ready for you, Yasu. I would give anything to be in your place right now. Does his ass taste like the sweetest dessert? Fuck, I bet it does. Why don’t you get up here, let me get a taste?” Ryosuke made more and more demands. I was helpless to do anything but follow.
As much as it pained me to pull my face away from Itsuki’s delectable ass, I crawled up his body, forcing the chair back away from the table to make room for my body between them. The moment my lips met Ryosuke’s over Itsuki’s shoulder, the whole world melted away. Nothing existed but the three of us, andthe shitstorm that was how our practice ended yesterday didn’t matter. It was worth it to have more moments just like this.
By the time we pulled apart, panting, Ryosuke had a thick coating of saliva around his lips. I wasn’t normally such a sloppy kisser, but it was hard not to be when I’d been coated in my own spit from eating out my best friend.
Ryosuke purred his approval. “I just knew he’d taste so damn good. Can’t wait for it to be my turn so that I can devour him on my own.”
Which meant there’d be a next time. This would keep happening. While I should be stopping this. I didn’t care. We should be discussing what this was, but it all felt too good for me to give a damn.
I slid back down Itsuki’s body, taking his weeping cock between my lips once more. Ryosuke grabbed my hand, sucking a finger into his hot, wet mouth, getting it nice and wet. I knew what I was really supposed to be doing. Why the hell did I want to do what he was telling me to do?
