When Ryosuke released my hand, I dropped it between Itsuki’s legs, finding that amazing little hole that I’d loosened up with my tongue.My finger slid inside with only the slightest bit of resistance, and it was enough to make my cock jump. I wanted to reach between my own legs to relieve the pressure, but there was no way to do it.
Instead, I focused so completely on Itsuki. The feel of his warmth surrounding my digit sent tingles up and down my spine as I pumped it in and out of his eager body. He writhed under my touch, making Ryosuke curse as he fought against his hold enough to grind against his erection.
“Fuck. The two of you will be the death of me,” he growled as I looked up to see him bury his face against Itsuki’s neck, planting heated kisses there.
I was on fire.
At the rate we were going, just the sight of the two men in front of me would be enough to get me to come. My jaw ached from sucking on Itsuki’s gorgeous cock for so long, but Ryosuke still hadn’t told him he could come. I’d never be able to hold out like that, and now I was pegging his prostate on each inward thrust of my finger.
“Oh, God. Please. Please let me come. I need it so badly. Please Ryosuke.” Itsuki was nothing but a babbling mess at this point, his dick jolted in my mouth every time I sank in just a little deeper. There was the moment I wanted to push a little further, to add a second finger, but he was already on a hair-trigger. I didn’t know how much more his overstimulated body could take.
“You have been such a very good little princess. Hasn’t he, Yasu?”
Shit, he was really fucking asking me. I didn’t want to have to stop in order to answer him, but if any of us wanted to come; I knew that was something I’d need to do. Letting Itsuki’s cock fall from my lips again was torture.
“Yes. Yes, Ryo-sama.” Fuck. I’d said it. But it sent another bolt of lust through my bloodstream to hand over that control.
“Good boy, now make him come, Yasu.”
Ryosuke didn’t have to tell me twice as I sucked Itsuki into the back of my throat, jamming my finger into his hole, rubbing against his prostate like it was the secret to life. His cry filled the room as his hot, sticky come flooded my mouth.
Chapter 29
Ryosuke
“Showtime,” a roadie yelled while walking past us.
I’d been nervous before. The feeling wasn’t anything new, but doing this with a new band? There was something so completely different about being backstage and preparing to stand in front of an excited crowd with people I’d only just met a month or so ago versus people I’d been playing with my entire career. It didn’t matter how close me, Itsuki, and Yasu had gotten in the bedroom. This was a different ball game entirely.
“Are you okay?” I jumped as Itsuki’s hand landed on my shoulder.
Damn, I wasn’t normally this jumpy, but I was about to step out on stage in front of a crowd that was here to see a band they loved. I wasn’t someone they were expecting. Would they hate me?
Shit, I was normally a lot more confident than this. I’d spent the last few weeks proving that I knew the songs and now that itwas time to put it to the final test... why the fuck was I locking up?
I cleared my throat, giving Itsuki a smile I wasn’t completely feeling. “They’re not going to hate me, right?”
He giggled, throwing his arm over my shoulders. The dress he was wearing for the show was downright stunning. It matched his new hairstyle perfectly. It was black and lacy with hot pink floral designs etched into the material. I now understood why Sachiko wanted to make his hair match the outfit. It made it stand out even more than if she had left it alone.
If anyone looked out of place with the rest of the group, it was me.
The costume I wore had originally been designed for Mamarou, they’d made adjustments to it to fit me. I was considerably taller. It wasn’t a bad thing, but my red hair stuck out against the color choices. The poor costume mistress hadn’t seemed as comfortable around me as she’d been with the other members. I couldn’t blame her because my old band had treated ours like trash. We’d gone through more than a couple in the two years we’d been playing together.
There was the one time Hatchi had sent the poor guy running from the room in tears after he’d accidentally poked him with a needle when he was bringing in the waist of one of his jackets. He’d made it sound like the guy had done it intentionally, but Hatchi was constantly losing weight. His costumes always needed to be adjusted. It was an exhausting job. Toward the end, it was a miracle that there was much of the man left at all.
“They’re going to love you. Stop worrying so much.”
If only it had been that easy.
Itsuki’s display of affection wasn’t completely unnoticed. Yasu watched us from across the room. I briefly debated if it would be okay to corner him and try to distract myself. We still hadn’t established anything permanent, though we’d played together atleast one more time since our overnight at Itsuki’s place. I wasn’t the person who did relationships, but something about these two made me want to keep them. Itsuki was so warm and open, then there was the way Yasu fought me on everything? I liked his tenacity. I liked his challenging me.
“Itsu...” I sighed, pushing a bit of his bangs back from his face, causing him to smile warmly up at me.
“I’m serious, Ryo-sama.”
And there was that name. Both men had adopted it. At no point had I requested them to call me it, but I didn’t mind the position of power it had given me. I’d always been more dominant and demanding in the bedroom. I loved that both of them had given themselves over to it so willingly.
Okay, so maybe Yasu was a different story, but I’d established that was something I liked about him. He took a little more work. It made things even more enjoyable when he finally caved, turning himself over to the pleasure.
