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“It's just a fantasy. It's not the real thing. But sometimes a fantasy is all you need.”
-Billy Joel
Nanami inserted his ring and middle fingers into Gojo and tested the stretch.
Gojo tensed at the sudden intrusion but he quickly regained control of his breathing and in no time was rocking back on his knees to fuck himself on Nanami’s fingers.
“Don’t you trust I know what I’m doing?” Getou questioned with a smirk.
He added a third finger, separating and scissoring inside Gojo, just to make him squirm.
“I have no doubt you know exactly how to open him up but I still want to check for myself,” Nanami clarified, lightly rubbing over Gojo’s upturned ass with his unoccupied hand.
Gojo pulled his mouth off Getou’s cock with a loud wet sound and made a show of wiping his mouth on his forearm.
“I get it, alright? I have a tight ass and you’re both inhumanly large. Just get on with it,” Gojo complained. Nanami and Getou shared a look over Gojo’s back.
Getou’s was accompanied by a dark smile that sent a rush of arousal through Nanami’s gut.
Nanami kept his eyes locked with Getou’s before he shoved his fingers deep into Gojo and curled them.
He dug into Gojo’s prostate and rubbed maliciously. Gojo yelped and almost dropped his hips in an attempt to escape Nanami’s abusive fingers.
His body had nowhere to flee except closer to Getou and his cock, still slick with Gojo’s spit. Getou held Gojo’s torso down against the bed, pressing his long fingers between Gojo’s shoulder blades. He kept their squirming partner still while Nanami continued to pull lewd sounds from Gojo with his fingers.
Finally satisfied that Gojo had been punished for his impatience, Nanami pulled out all three fingers in one gesture. Gojo hissed, pink hole relaxing and constricting over nothing.
“You’re such a dick,” Gojo groaned. He whined low and needy as he adjusted his position.
“Did that sound like ‘please fuck me, Nanami’ to you?” Getou asked rhetorically. Gojo shot him a look.
“No, it did not,” Nanami took the hint and reached between Gojo’s thighs to pull on his hard length that dangled between them. “Maybe we misheard?”
Gojo’s hips stuttered forward, trying to thrust down into Nanami’s hand. The grip went hard, almost painfully hard, then soft again. Nanami alternated between brutally squeezing the base of his cock and feather-light tugs over the head.
Nanami used his free hand to hold Gojo’s pelvis up, preventing him from rutting against the sheets. Gojo buried his face into the sheets to hide his mewling and hot cheeks, pink from Nanami’s manhandling.
Getou smiled wide and warm as he reached down to cup Gojo’s face and lift it up. He bent down slightly, sitting on his heels until between both their efforts they were face to face.
He ghosted his thumb across Gojo’s red cheek a few times until he rested it against Gojo’s bottom lip. He pushed down just enough to see the tops of Gojo’s bottom teeth. A pink tongue darted out between shaking breaths to lick at the tip of Getou’s finger.
“All you have to do is say it. Would it kill you to ask nicely?” Getous’s melodic voice sparked goosebumps on both other men. Getou finished his request by pushing his thumb fully across Gojo’s wet lips.
Gojo’s eyes were big and innocent just before he bit down on Getou’s thumb.
“You little bitch,” Getou’s whole voice and face changed. He ripped his thumb free to grab Gojo by the jaw in a painfully strong grip. Getou tugged on his face until Gojo’s back was taunt, still trying to find pleasure in Nanami’s grasp.
Gojo flushed just a little more at how his cock leaked at the pain and Getou’s dark eyes.
“Last chance Satoru. Ask. Nicely.”
Gojo was going to refuse, he wanted to see how far he could push Getou and still get fucked but then Nanami’s grasp around his cock changed. Nanami squeezed his cock head, with a finger pressing into the slit.
“Satoru.”
Gojo opened his mouth as best he could and groaned. He wanted to, he wanted it so badly but he couldn’t make the words materialize on his tongue.
A loud smack rang out and Gojo almost screamed.
The hand that had been helping to steady him was now landing a second sharp spank against his ass. Nanami ran the hand over the red skin and reared back for another hit.
“Fuck me,” Gojo looked Getou in the eye as one tear ran down his cheek. “Please fuck me, Nanami.”
Getou’s dark gaze went past Gojo to Nanami for his approval. There was silence for a moment and Gojo thought maybe it wasn’t enough.
Saying it once made it easier to say it again.
Gojo closed his eyes and swallowed the spit in his mouth, “Please, fuck, please Nanami. Fuck me. I don’t want to wait anymore. Please.”
His pride slid down his throat as easily as his own saliva.
Nanami released Gojo’s cock and he thought he could cry from relief. Getou’s own grip went lax and Gojo’s head fell back down to the sheets.
The next thing he felt was Getou’s hands. One on each side of his ass, spreading his cheeks apart and putting pressure onto his back until he arched it. A drop of precome dripped from Getou onto the back of Gojo’s neck as he leaned over his body.
As Nanami pushed in he and Gojo both groaned. Gojo fidgeted and shifted trying to adjust to the heavy girth pushing inside him. Nanami’s hot breath fell across Getou’s face.
It was another minute before he was fully sheathed in Gojo’s tight ass but when his hips finally touched the backs of Gojo’s thighs Getou released his hold on Gojo. He moved his fingers to Nanami’s chest, cupping one full pectoral in one hand and pinching at a nipple with the other.
The slide of their lips was slower than how Gojo kissed them but the fervor was still there. Getou’s tongue was insistent on entering Nanami’s mouth and he had no reason to deny it entrance. Gojo whined and pushed his hips back into Nanami, begging for attention after acclimating to Nanami’s size. Nanami smiled small against Getou’s mouth.
Nanami pulled back and rocked lightly back into Gojo. The slide of his cock was smooth but tight. He started a gradually increasing pace that made Gojo grunt into the sheets on every thrust.
As Nanami fucked harder into Gojo it became too sloppy and difficult to keep his mouth open to Getou. Getou returned to his prior position in front of Gojo, slithering his fingers through Gojo’s hair, slightly damp from sweat. Gojo’s one visible eye looked up at him from the sheets. It was already glossy with the promise of more tears. His white, damp lashes clumped together.
Getou suddenly jerked up on Gojo’s hair, pulling his head up off the bed. Gojo winced but was in no position to resist Getou’s pulls with how Nanami was fucking him. He scrambled to get his hand under his shoulders, ease some of the pain pulling at his skull.
As soon as Gojo found his balance Nanami was trying to knock him off it, the new angling of Gojo’s back allowing Nanami to slam into Gojo's prostate. He cried out, the moan interrupted by the next sharp thrust.
The curl of his own toes was starting to hurt.
Gojo didn’t have time to think about how full Nanami’s cock was inside him or how his forearms were already becoming tired, holding himself against the slamming of Nanami. He didn’t have time because Getou was already pulling Gojo’s face close to the throbbing red cock in front of him.
“This should help keep you quiet,” Getou said with such an innocent smile even with his throbbing cock lightly grazing Gojo’s bottom lip.
Gojo keened at how spit pooled in his mouth. He could tell Nanami was watching with how the thrusts became slightly less jarring even if just as deep. Getou sighed involuntarily in response to the way Gojo kitten licked the bead of pre-come off his cock.
His tongue dipped into Getou’s slit pulling the salty taste into his mouth. Getou tightened his grip in white hair, showing his impatience. Gojo finally opened his mouth to accept the head of Getou’s cock, immediately hollowing out his cheeks into a harsh suck.
Getou watched intently as Gojo worked his tongue over the cockhead, starting to bob his head more and more in time with how Namami was fucking him.
“You’re so sloppy Satoru,” Getou Rubbed his knuckles over Gojo’s cheek, feeling his own cockhead through the soft flesh of Gojo’s face. “But for once, that may not be your fault.”
Nanami couldn’t repress the pride-filled smirk that formed on his face as he readjusted his painful grip on Gojo’s hips, a hold that would certainly leave marks across his pale skin.
Gojo moaned back at Getou, maybe trying to communicate something snarky but there was nothing offended in the blue eyes that looked up at him through white lashes.
“He still seems plenty loud to me,” Nanami said between grunts, his voice low and thick.
“Should we make him quiet?” Getou asked over Gojo’s back, meeting Nanami’s rough gaze.
Gojo defiantly hummed before scraping his teeth down Getou’s shaft, making the other man hiss and pull back slightly. Getou yanked Gojo's hair, lifting his head and that devious smile with it. Gojo licked over his own chin, sweeping up the line of spit and pre-come that had run down.
His expression was likely meant to be one of cockiness and prideful resistance but with how Nanami was nailing his prostate he couldn’t hide the softness in his brow and the red that stained his cheeks.
Getou’s expression no longer held his soft smile but instead a tight jaw and dark eyes that dripped from Gojo’s cock. He was trying his best to meet those dark eyes but then Nanami started hitting deep and Gojo couldn’t hold back the deep moan ripped from his throat and he closed his eyes to feel how far Nanami could go inside.
“Fuck!”
Getou and Nanami watched each other as Gojo fisted the sheets and yelped out a list of expletives. Nanami carried a light sheen from sweat but he showed no sign of stopping or exhaustion.
Gojo tried to arch his back to lessen Nanami’s onslaught but Getou’s grip at the crown of his head kept his still, forcing him to take it. Lost in the repeated spikes of pleasure and his eyes squeezed shut Gojo didn’t notice how the fingers in his hair were slowly pulling him back down. He let his jaw relax, allowing moans and curses to drop from his open lips.
His eyes flew open when Getou’s cock touched the roof of his mouth. Before he could think about it he was closing his lips around the thick shaft and sucking lightly. He was hardly prepared when Getou’s hips rolled forward.
Gojo pushed past the first gag that followed Getou’s cock pressing into the back of his throat. Spit filled his mouth and tears stung at his eyes. Getou pulled out enough to let Gojo pull in a steadying breath, heartbeat still erratic from everything Nanami was doing to him.
Getou pushed forward again and this time Gojo opened his mouth wide, focusing on relaxing his throat, desperately trying not to hiccup around the cock in his throat.
Getou refisted Gojo’s hair for a better grip before beginning a corresponding pace with Nanami. When Getou fucked his throat, Nanami was pulling out. It was a blessing that they were alternating because Gojo didn’t think he could avoid choking on Getou when Nanami pushed all the way in.
“Is this quiet enough for you, Kento?” Getou asked the question as if his own voice wasn’t starting to sound as ragged Gojo felt.
“He is a good boy for you,” Namai conceded. Gojo moaned around Getou’s long shaft as it slotted back into his throat. He could feel a trail of wetness streaking down his face from the corners of his mouth.
Getou leaned forward once more over Gojo’s back, pushing himself deeper and higher in Gojo’s mouth. The urge to gag and choke stabbed at the back of Gojo’s eyes.
“Only sometimes. He’s best with you around,” Getou said before landing a harsh spank across the top of Gojo’s ass.
Gojo tried to scream but it came out as nothing more than a strangled whine. Getou spanked him again but not as hard, he was slightly distracted by how Nanami was lightly sucking on his tongue.
The wet sounds and light popping of their lips made Gojo’s cock ache and tense around Nanami inside him. Nanami groaned into Getou, pulled back to catch his breath before slamming into Gojo even faster than before.
While Nanami fucked him, Getou leaned down further to spread Gojo’s ass cheeks apart and watch how Nanami’s entire huge length repeatedly vanished inside Gojo. He lowered the last bit of the distance to lick and suck at where Gojo’s rim stretched around Nanami.
Gojo couldn’t help it, he let his tongue go completely soft, taking even more of Getou into his throat. Gojo wasn’t the only one losing control. The sight of Getou’s face completely enthralled with how he fucked Gojo was pushing Nanami irreversibly closer to the edge of his orgasm.
Nanami cursed and buried himself deep as he came. He didn’t even attempt to pull out, even as Gojo’s legs moved uselessly around his hips, unprepared for how Nanami swelled and throbbed inside. Nanami breathed heavily, eyes closed while Getou slowed his own thrusting hips to pepper Nanami’s front in bites and kisses.
They watched together how come ran out and down the inner sides of Gojo’s shaking thighs when Nanami pulled out.
He couldn’t hold up his hips anymore, he had actually unknowingly been relying on Nanami’s grip to hold up his hips for quite some time and without their support Gojo’s stomach flopped against the bed, freeing Getou’s cock from his mouth and pressing his own painful erection into the bed.
Gojo rolled over and immediately reached for his own cock, he tugged on his shaft with a desperate hand while Getou and Nanami kissed, Getou still stealing Nanami’s recovering breaths away.
When they finally noticed what he was doing they immediately stopped him; Getou went for his arms, hooking his large hands under Gojo’s biceps. Nanami went for his cock, wrapping his thumb and pointer finger around the base. His grip starved off the orgasm Gojo had been so close to stealing for himself.
“No! Fuck, please! Getou, let me come, fuck,” Gojo begged. His own voice surprised him, raw and quiet even though he was trying to shout.
“But you’re doing so good,” Getou said quietly against Gojo’s hair. Gojo didn’t care about being good. He just wanted to come. He kicked lightly at Nanami’s trunk of a torse, his flailing useless at displacing him.
“You’re not done yet,” Nanami said as he rubbed a calloused thumb over the leaking head of Gojo’s cock. He dragged his large hand up Gojo’s long curved shaft, spreading the wet come over its length. The touch wasn't enough to make him come, it only served to make him more desperate so that when Getou pulled up on Gojo’s arms from behind he went willingly.
They repositioned until Gojo was straddling Getou’s lap, his back pressed flush to Getou’s chest. Nanami kneeled in front of them on the bed. He held Gojo’s arms to keep him steady. He needed Nanami as well as Getou’s arms around his chest to keep him upright. His thighs felt numb.
Gojo dug his fingers into Nanami’s broad shoulders and Getou coaxed him to sink down and onto his cock.
Getou was not nearly as thick as Nanami so actually sitting on his cock was easy compared to how he had already been stretched, but he was so tender and sensitive. Gojo opened his mouth in a silent moan, feeling how Getou pushed in through his loose and dripping hole. Nanami’s remaining come was all the lubricant Getou needed for an easy entry.
The position angled Getou directly on Gojo’s prostate. He grunted as he put his full weight against Getou’s chest. Between the three men, they managed to get Gojo rising and falling onto Getou’s upward thrusts to a relatively stable rhythm. Eventually, Gojo mustered enough strength and desire to bounce.
He was spurred on by the sounds of his skin slapping against Getou’s and the way Nanami was looking at him between meetings of tongue and open kisses. Gojo rolled his tired hips back onto Getou’s cock hoping every press against his prostate would be the one to push him over the edge.
No matter how frantically Gojo rocked back or rolled forward to grind against Nanami he couldn’t come. His whole body ached and his lungs burned with the effort of being used by both men. Maybe he would leave scratches across Nanami’s shoulders and chest but he couldn’t find it within himself to give a fuck.
Before he knew it Getou was moaning more than ever and synching his arms tightly around Gojo until he couldn’t rock up and down. Getou held him tight and started to violently thrust up, fucking into Gojo’s already raw hole.
Gojo started to yell, scream, moan; some strangled combination of the three.
Nanami cupped Gojo’s tear-stained face and kissed him, silencing Gojo down to a constant groan as they sucked and bit at each others’ lips. Gojo worked his mouth mindlessly, unaware of how he was kissing Nanami, just that it was happening while Getou’s fast fucking became erratic.
“Oh, shit -- ah -- Satoru, so good, so hot and wet for me -- for us,” Getou stuttered out. His painful grip was completely overshadowed by how he abused Gojo’s prostate, making the muscles in his legs and stomach jump in pleasure.
Nanami grunted at how Gojo bit down on his lower lip when Getou started to come. He fucked Gojo just as desperately throughout his orgasm.
When the thrusts slowed to shallow rolling of hips, Gojo and Nanami separated with a light popping sound and Gojo fell back against Getou, head rolling back onto his shoulder. Getou whispered compliments and praises against Gojo’s skin in between hard sucks against his neck and exposed shoulder.
Nanami reached down to fist Gojo’s bright red cock, Gojo barely even jumped at the touch, only moaning in response to Nanami's upward pull. Even with all of Gojo’s own pre-come, the slide was still rough and Gojo felt so rung out that Nanami’s hand felt almost painful.
Instead of torturing Gojo anymore, Nanami reached down between Gojo’s legs to where Getou and Nanami’s combined come was leaking around Getou’s softening length. Nanami worked the sticky stuff between his fingers and down to his palm until his entire hand was slick with come.
When he grabbed Gojo by the cock again it was wet and so, so smooth. Gojo stared into Nanami’s face, the obvious smile barely curling the corners of his mouth as he stroked Gojo exactly the way he liked best with a strong twist right over his head.
Gojo reached backward and buried one hand into Getou’s hair, holding Getou’s mouth at the base of his neck to suck a mark while the other hand dug into Nanami’s shoulder. Getou ran gentle fingertips down Gojo’s front, stopping only to pinch and pull softly at his nipples.
“You’re just so beautiful like this. Come for us, Satoru. I want you to come for us,” Nanami said in his gravel voice.
Gojo couldn’t take it, the way Nanami said it, the look in his eyes and Getou’s hot mouth against his skin. The edge was right there, that invisible cliff inside, he could feel it in his stomach. Gojo curled his toes and felt the first throb of his cock as he fell over the edge.
Gojo woke with a start. His body was equal parts cold and hot. He was immediately aware of the suffocating feeling of his sweaty skin in the sheets of his bed. The fabric clung to his limbs and lower stomach uncomfortably.
He rolled to the side in an attempt to gain his bearings and to free himself from the sheets. Gojo turned to find a sleeping Nanami, curled up on his side. His top arm was a heavyweight across Gojo’s waist.
The sigh of familiarity that Gojo let out must have been audible or maybe it had been his sudden restlessness that roused Nanami. He scrunched his nose and lightly rubbed his tired face into his pillow.
“Are you ok?” Nanami asked quietly, deep voice nothing more than a whisper.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Just a weird dream,” Gojo put out his hand, lightly tracing the line of Nanami’s cheekbone.
“What was it about?”
Gojo opened his mouth to speak before he realized that… he couldn’t remember. He couldn’t remember his dream or what about it had made his heart rate wild and his skin slick with sweat.
Maybe it had been a nightmare? Maybe he had been running? Either way, his conscious mind came up short in the darkness when he asked for the record of his dream.
“Nothing important. Go back to sleep baby,” Gojo whispered. Nanami cracked an eye to examine Gojo’s face, to determine if he was being honest based on the pull of his mouth and the softness of his eyes.
Gojo must have passed the test because Nanami closed his eye again and hummed in agreement. Nanami hooked his hand around the slender side of Gojo’s waist and pulled them closer together. He pulled until the crown of Gojo’s head fit snugly under his chin. For some reason that Gojo couldn’t find that felt different like there was a different touch on that same spot. He shrugged off the odd feeling and curled his arms up against Nanami’s bare, warm chest.
“Goodnight,” Gojo whispered, he was met with another hum. Gojo smiled and leaned up to place a light kiss against the underside of Nanami’s jaw before settling back against him.
Gojo fell asleep trying to remember his dream. He decided he would be quite pissed if it was a good dream, if he could ever remember it that is.