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Enji trusts Keigo indefinitely, and in his line of work, trust isn’t easy to come by, but Keigo has earned it through countless trials by fire that Enji has dragged the boy through because of his own refusal to open his heart to an outsider—someone who used to work for the enemy.
He sees it in the tattoos on his skin, his loyalties and his incarcerations, all carved into him like notches in a bedpost.
“Survival, Todoroki, is something worth paying any price for.”
Those were the words he once spoke in the corner of a bar not unlike this one, the scent of brandy and something sweet like over-ripened melons on his tongue. Enji wanted to taste him then. A man. A boy, even. Keigo was the same age as three of his children, and yet Enji was the one who felt like a child around him.
A man of his status chasing around a little bird… tch, how foolish.
But Keigo proved himself. He proved his loyalty and his obedience, and when he had Enji burn off the clan insignia on his back, half naked down to his slacks and gripping a fucking work bench, he proved his personal devotion to him alone.
It was hardly the worst thing Enji has ever done to another human being, but it was the worst thing he’d ever done to Keigo, and when Keigo recovered, scars an ugly reminder of his loyalty , Enji made him his number two, in more ways than one.
And now he has to trust him again.
“Where is your contact?” Enji asks, his voice low enough that they can’t be overheard by any of the nosier rats in the bar looking to get in with one clan or another.
“Relax, Daddy,” Keigo says before planting a too lingering kiss on Enji’s cheek, sliding to his ear like he means to seduce him here in front of all these people. It works, because enough onlookers turn away that the hair on the back of Enji’s neck settles. “You gotta chill, Enji, she’s probably just waiting us out.”
She.
That’s the closest hint Keigo’s given him to who they’re meeting. If it was the girl with the rabbit tattoo on her throat, they wouldn’t need to bother going into gray territory. Enji wouldn’t be so far from his soldiers without any of his favorite weapons, and Keigo wouldn’t be plastered to his side like Enji’s paying him to be there.
Well, that one depends.
But Enji’s impatience eats at him, and just because he trusts Keigo, doesn’t mean he trusts a complete stranger enough to expose himself like this—especially one who’s made him wait for over an hour listening to a busted jukebox and whatever crooner the pink and blue haired woman at the bar is so fixated on.
She gets up again, and Enji almost sighs. Buy a goddamn radio, he thinks, but then she turns and walks towards their table, and he feels Keigo stiffen next to him before relaxing again in that way. Saccharine and melodic and as shrill as the alarms going off in Enji’s head.
Her.
“Is this seat taken, fellas?”
The way she smiles suggests it wasn’t a question or a proposition, but Enji lets Keigo take the lead, preferring to stay silent as much as he can. He doesn’t do mind games, he doesn’t gamble, and he doesn’t play roles. This is Keigo’s area of expertise.
“Not at all.”
Keigo slides over enough to give her room, and she immediately curls forward onto one of her elbows propped up on the table. “Nice place, huh?”
Enji’s jaw twitches. It’s been over an hour, and it smells like cheap cigarettes and bad sex in here, and he’s not nearly as amused about it as she seems to be.
“The drinks are cheap on this side of town,” Keigo muses, shaking his glass until the ice rattles. “Might have to come by more often.”
“Oh I don’t know about that,” she grins. “Bartender’s probably just sweet on you, little bird.”
The nickname twists Enji’s stomach in a way he doesn’t like. He knows about Keigo’s past and what those words used to mean, and he’s found a certain fondness in Keigo’s migration. He’s his little bird now.
“They always are,” he grins back. “Didn’t expect to see you here. Thought you had moved on.”
“Oh you know,” she sighs and hooks her arm around his neck, getting close enough to his ear that Enji can’t hear what she whispers to him. Keigo throws his head back and laughs, blonde hair falling back behind his face. It’s a real laugh, and Enji exhales in relief.
“Your taste in men sucks.”
“I know,” she sighs, and then she glances at Enji with an appraising look in her eye. “Looks like yours improved.”
“Well,” Keigo sits up and brushes himself off. “I always had big ambitions.”
“Hell yeah you did,” she laughs. “What do you say, sweetheart? How’s that strong and silent act working for you?”
“I didn’t want to interrupt your conversation,” Enji says, not letting his irritation show. He hates this. He would rather engage in a duel with weapons, not words. Enji might not be stupid, but he doesn’t particularly enjoy people who consider themselves witty either. Keigo might be the one exception.
“So polite,” she says. “Letting a couple of old friends catch up, and on your own birthday too. What a guy.”
It’s not his birthday.
“Did you bring me a present?”
She flashes a smile, a little more amused than he would like, but it seems to have been the right question. “Perhaps.”
Enji sits back and exhales. “I’m waiting.”
“I don’t give information for free,” she laughs and puts her chin on Keigo’s shoulder. “Tell me, big guy, what’s a few little words from me worth to you.”
Enji thinks back to his son’s warning about his blood pressure, but it does nothing to stop the flash of red that paints over her face.
“Nagant, please,” Keigo laughs. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.”
“Aw,” she pouts. “Does your man not like me sitting so close to you?”
Enji doesn’t have the chance to refute before he sees her slip her hand down Keigo’s inner thigh like she’s been there before, but Enji is used to watching Keigo play these little games to get them the wins that a knife can’t. He’s long learned to play along when he has to. “What are you offering?”
“Secrets, I suppose,” she sighs, running her fingers up and down Keigo’s pants leg with her other arm slung around his shoulders. To anyone else, she would look drunk and stupid. Someone to look away from, even. He thinks about Keigo throwing himself at him in public and the way people turn away. It’s funny how he always thought that people sought out sex and disasters, but now he sees how much of a tool they can be for privacy. “That’s what we do, isn’t it? Well, what I do. Little Keigo is retired, but old habits die hard, don’t they, kiddo?”
Keigo hums and forces a smile, avoiding Enji’s gaze. Enji may trust him indefinitely, but he supposes even Keigo has things about himself that he can’t tell him. He doesn’t let himself wonder if any of Enji’s own secrets have slipped out of his honeyed mouth because he might not be able to forgive him. He doesn’t want Keigo to be someone he can’t forgive.
“What are your terms,” Enji asks.
“Right to the point then? Alright. How about I’ll make it easy for you this time because I’m feeling generous. You let me fuck your little bird for old time’s sake and maybe see why he likes you so much, and I’ll tell you where Chisaki and his new little alley cat are hiding.”
Alley cat.
Enji’s pulse rises, his mind completely jumping over the first part of her conditions for the promise at the end. Could it be him?
Dabi.
That’s what he calls himself now, isn’t it?
Touya…
“Come on,” Keigo laughs. “Don’t give the big guy a hard time. We’re old friends, right? You probably owe me.”
But Enji doesn’t hear him—doesn’t think —the possibility of getting to see Touya face to face, maybe even bringing him back home, gives Enji severe tunnel vision, and it’s that hope that maybe his wretched first born with all of the blood in the world on his hands, could be somehow be redeemed that makes him too eager to accept. “Fine.”
Keigo whips his head towards him in surprise, but never betrayal. Enji knows Keigo would do anything for him, even this, but he probably (rightfully) assumed that Enji would consider her offer too vulgar to accept for something as simple as a man’s location.
Keigo doesn’t know. Doesn’t understand. The only two people in the world who know that Touya is alive are himself and his youngest child, Shouto, and the only reason Shouto knows is because not too long ago, Touya went after one of his friends to bring him to Tomura’s side.
Why he’s with Chisaki now, Enji has no idea. The last time he saw him, his skin was too ruined for clan tattoos, but he supposes that’s his own fault.
“But I have to be there,” Enji says.
“Ooh,” she coos. “I do love a good performance. I wonder what kind of audience you’ll be.”
The woman, Nagant, as Keigo calls her, has a hotel room booked across the street. Enji isn’t sure if that’s for their benefit or if she’s really staying there for the night, but he’s glad he doesn’t have to stand guard in a sticky dank alleyway while Keigo earns him her favor.
It’s not a love hotel, thank god. He doesn’t know if he could stand watching them fornicate on a heart shaped bed with an unwashed mirror up above to give him the full picture. Disgusting places, he thinks. Not that this one is much better.
“You two better make this worth my while,” she says as she walks ahead of them, waving the room key in her hand for emphasis. “If you act like I’ve got a gun to your head the whole time, the deal is off. A lady’s got feelings, after all.”
Keigo laughs. “Don’t worry, we’re all friends here.”
Enji hums, and Nagant glances back at him.
“Don’t take it personally, that’s just how he is around strangers.”
“No, no, I get it,” she sighs. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll make sure you enjoy yourself too. I’m a giver at heart, you know.”
Enji feels the heat rise to his cheeks. They’re really going to do this. Enji is going to watch his boyfriend fuck someone else for him. Enji said yes without even thinking first.
She gets to the room door and puts her hand on Keigo’s cheek. “You must be so spoiled.”
“One of the perks of leaving,” he smiles back.
Nagant hums with a small grin. “Traitor.”
Enji isn’t sure, but this conversation seems to be more pleasant than either of them are letting on. He doesn’t know their history, but it’s almost like he can hear the are you taken care of behind her cocky smiles and hooded gaze. He wishes it was enough to settle his nerves, but at the end of the day, Enji has never done anything like this before.
Not only has he never done this before, it was never one of Keigo’s idly mentioned fantasies either, but on the other hand, Keigo is too smart to imply that he might want to bed one of Enji’s associates, even if Enji is with him. Even if Enji watches.
A shiver runs down his spine to a familiar place, chased by an unfamiliar prospect.
Cold air hits them once she opens the door. Enji braces himself for an ambush out of habit, and even Keigo tenses, but nothing happens. It’s just an empty cheap hotel room with a single bag on the dresser full of her things, he presumes, and a still made bed waiting to be unfurled.
Nagant turns her back to Enji and pulls her hair over her shoulder before giving him a curious look. “Mind getting the zipper for me? Old thing needs a strong pair of hands, and I just don’t have the arms to reach.”
Enji restrains himself from the grumble waiting at the base of his throat for being reduced to a whatever this is before he pulls the zipper down her back and to her waist. His chest strains at the sight of the slim curve of her spine hidden underneath, and he realizes that it’s been more than ten years since he’s seen a woman’s back like this. He forgot it was something he liked.
He does notice then once he gets over the dryness in his own mouth that she doesn’t have a single tattoo or scar on her body. Another mystery he’ll have to have Keigo explain for him, no doubt. A woman loyal to no one, and yet she knows the secrets he needs.
She hums and smiles at him before sliding the rest of her dress off of her shoulders. “Thanks, baby. Now, doesn’t that feel better?”
Nagant crawls onto the bed and sits back at the headboard, legs spread with her arms propped up on her knees. It’s then that he realizes for the first time in his life, things aren’t in his control, but if her information is as good as he’s been led to believe, she’s risking her life to be here. He supposes that it’s only natural she should act one of two ways—terrified or fearless.
“Go ahead and set your boundaries,” she waves. “I’ll wait.”
Keigo turns to Enji and quirks his eyebrow, a silent question. How far do you want me to go?
“There aren’t any,” Enji says, not taking his eyes off of Keigo. Keigo’s cheek twitches, and that’s all he needs to know that he agrees.
Keigo turns to join her on the bed, and Enji sits in the chair not far away. This shouldn’t take too long, he thinks, knowing how enthusiastic Keigo can be, but he has a feeling that time is about to move a whole lot slower in the next few minutes.
“How do you want me,” Keigo says.
“This can go,” she says tugging at the turtleneck he’s wearing. He sees Keigo stop her from pulling it off, and Nagant doesn’t miss it either. “Oh?”
“It’s pretty bad under there,” he chuckles. “Might ruin the mood.”
“Right,” she nods. “You did burn them off, didn’t you?”
“Gone for good.”
“Well,” she says, smacking her lips. “Make yourself comfortable, but don’t hide them for my sake. I’m such a sucker for bare skin, god, you just can’t get that same rush from biting into polyester.”
“Up to you,” Keigo says before pulling off his sweater. “Try not to scream, it hurts my feelings.”
Nagant gasps in surprise and puts her palms flat on him. “Absolutely gorgeous, you liar. You did this for him?”
“It wasn’t my idea,” Enji says, despite himself.
“No, of course not,” she says, rubbing Keigo all over his body, her hands passing over both scarred skin and clean tattoos. “This is devotion .”
She grabs him then and pulls Keigo into an open mouthed kiss, filling his throat with a soft lustful moan as she runs her hands over where his former clan markings used to be.
Keigo hums back, his hands moving to her waist to hold her against him. It’s strange seeing him kiss someone else, but Keigo falls into it so easily that Enji forgets this isn’t what they do all the time.
He watches him slide his hands up her body to her breasts, barely concealed by a sheer piece of lace masquerading as a bra. Keigo kneads her gently as she licks into his mouth, melting at the touch.
Enji knows those hands well, their warmth and the way they search. It’s easy to imagine what she’s feeling right now. Keigo, on the other hand, Enji has no idea.
Keigo curls a finger underneath the middle clasp of her bra and releases her. She tosses it once it falls off of her, and Keigo nudges her to sit back for him.
“What are you going to do to me,” she asks, breathless.
“What you like.”
Keigo drops down on his hands and knees and crawls towards her. He sucks a small bruise into her neck before moving down her chest.
“He do this to you?” Nagant pants.
“Sometimes,” Enji admits.
She smiles and pats Keigo’s head. “Good boy. If I had tits like those, I’d make every pretty boy I see suck on ‘em. Maybe even call me mommy, for sport.”
Keigo looks up at her and flicks his tongue over a rosy bud. “What, Kai doesn’t do it for you anymore?”
Nagant closes her eyes and frowns. “Some people can’t be bothered to get their mouths dirty.”
“Not me,” Keigo says, all too chipper, before descending down on her. He kisses down her stomach and nips at her hip bones, earning a small shudder. Enji doesn’t know why that fills his chest with pride so, seeing his little bird make another person unravel.
He rakes his teeth against her still covered mound and groans. “Fucking waste, if you ask me.”
“Right? Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” he says, sitting back on his heels. He slips his thumbs under the straps at her hips and pulls her panties down for her like it’s nothing. “Wait until we can send you back with something to brag about.”
Enji hates not knowing the most. Their little codes and their meanings, and what does Chisaki have to do with this other than the location of his whereabouts that she is allegedly privy to. All of those questions go unanswered as Keigo pulls her down to him and dives into her with no pause for humility.
Enji sits up in his uncomfortable little hotel chair to get a better look.
He watches Keigo taste her, slurping and groaning like he’s savoring his favorite meal, and she reaches up to one of her own breasts, squeezing the flesh in her palm while he laps at her.
Enji was married before, of course, but he always considered this act to be… improper, and his wife wasn’t the kind of woman who wanted to be touched until it was necessary, dutiful to a fault.
Nagant seems to be the exact opposite. She leans back onto the headboard, her knees spread wide on either side of Keigo’s head while he licks an experimental stripe over her folds. She lets out a small sigh and puts her head back, her mouth falling open slightly as she massages her own chest.
Keigo holds himself up on his elbows as he goes down on her like he’s drinking from a dog bowl, the new wet sounds filling the room loud enough that Enji wonders if they can be heard from outside. Nagant pants, her chest rising and falling as Keigo’s head rocks against her, her eyes squeezed shut in quiet ecstasy.
Enji feels the twinge of his own arousal. He sits back in his chair and grips the armrest, arching his hips slightly so that the impossibly tight fabric of his slacks presses against his growing erection.
This is only one of the many doors Keigo has opened for him regarding his own wants. He thinks about how only a year ago, he would have never seen himself with a man, let alone be ready to crawl out of his own skin from watching that one man pleasure a woman right before his very eyes as a favor.
But business is business, and Keigo is Keigo, and Enji doesn’t need to think anymore about it.
Nagant’s little sighs turn into careful mewls, and Enji swallows. There’s nothing lewd or pornographic about it. She’s not showing off or shouting out for his benefit or Keigo’s. She’s simply enjoying herself.
Rei never made those kinds of sounds. Rei was always so quiet, but Enji never needed to hear them to do what he needed.
Keigo, on the other hand, is loud. Keigo never holds back from telling Enji what he wants and what he needs, but right now he is absolutely silent, taking his time and focusing carefully on bringing Nagant to her peak.
For Enji.
Nagant spreads her legs wider to make room for him, gasping softly as Keigo’s tongue flicks against where she’s the most sensitive. She opens her eyes and licks the shine off of her bottom lip.
“You just gonna sit there and watch?” Nagant breathes, her heavy eyes locked on Enji as her pink and blue hair hangs wildly around her face.
“I didn’t think I was part of your plan.”
“Isn’t your bird so pretty,” Nagant says as she runs her fingers through Keigo’s hair. Keigo responds by audibly sucking on her clit, either from the praise or the implied teasing—whichever she meant it to be, Enji isn’t sure—and she looks down at him for a moment, her mouth gaping open from the surge of pleasure before she lets out a small gasp.
“He’s so–,” she pants. “Good, isn’t he, Enji? Fuck, Hawks.”
Enji can’t help but sit forward, his pants tenting like a pathetic teenager watching a dirty movie for the first time, but his eyes are locked on them. Keigo with his arms hooked beneath her thighs, pulling her into his mouth, and Nagant watching him through blurry eyes as she raises herself towards him.
She’s close, Enji thinks. She’s going to come, he knows it. She grips Keigo’s hair and rocks her hips against his face, moaning and gasping softly as the sensation overcomes her.
And then Keigo pulls back, leaving her without an orgasm to chase, and even Enji, who hasn’t blinked in the last minute, feels betrayed.
He lifts his head up, and although Enji can’t quite see him, he can feel his familiar smirk. “You were saying something?”
“Oh right,” she says, her cheeks flushed. She turns her attention back to Enji and visibly swallows. “I think it’s a shame you would let him do this to me and not come over here and fuck him for it.”
Enji’s eyes widen in surprise.
She rests her head back and sighs, breaths shallow and labored. “Or don’t. I don’t care either way.”
Keigo sits up and stretches before cracking his neck. “You heard the lady.”
“Lube is the drawer,” she says, nodding towards the bedside table.
“Expecting us?” Keigo asks.
“Not exactly,” her mouth twitches
Keigo pauses and glances at her. “Can I see it?”
She waves towards the dresser, and Enji doesn’t follow what they’re talking about until Keigo pulls out the purple phallic rod hidden inside. Enji is shocked. He’s never heard a woman even speak of masturbating, let alone letting someone else see her toys.
Keigo presses a button on the bottom, filling the room with a soft metallic whir.
“Holy shit,” he gasps, and Nagant hums her approval. “This thing’s got more RPMs than the big guy’s car.”
“Probably,” she smirks.
Keigo lifts it up for further inspection.
“Thought it would be bigger,” he muses, unimpressed.”
“I’m not trying to spend all night stretching myself out just to come once on a plastic dick.”
“Fair enough,” he says casually, and then he quickly thrusts it down against her, not quite breaching, but enough to send a wave of vibrations through her unsuspecting nerves. Nagant jerks in surprise. “Mm, sorry.”
“Fuck you.”
Keigo laughs and puts the toy down before crawling across the bed towards Enji.
“You’re hard as a rock, big guy,” he says with wide eyes. “Didn’t know you would be into this.”
Enji swallows and looks off, embarrassed.
“Can you come here, my legs are jelly,” Keigo says, beckoning him towards him. Enji’s body moves automatically, always ready to answer his call, and Keigo’s hand goes to Enji’s crotch as soon as he’s within arm’s reach. “God.”
Enji looks down at Keigo, half dressed and on his knees covered in sweat already, and he thinks this might be the most beautiful he’s ever seen him. “Should we…?”
“Oh my god, please,” Keigo says, his hands going to Enji’s jaw. “Fuck, I’d kiss you, but–.”
“He’s not scared, are you, boss,” Nagant baits.
Enji looks over Keigo’s shoulder to see her watching them and rubbing herself in small, teasing circles. This might be the first time he’s ever seen a woman touch herself, and the fact that she doesn’t even flush when she locks eyes with him makes his head spin.
He can play by their rules too.
He bends over and kisses Keigo on the lips, tasting her juices on him, and he’s surprised by the subtle sweetness underneath the salt and musk. Keigo starts unbuttoning Enji’s clothes for him, and it suddenly feels like they’re the only two in the room. Nagant is completely silent, content to watch them unwrap each other however they want.
Keigo pulls Enji out, and takes his willfully ignored cock into his palm. He bites at Enji’s neck as he rubs his thumb over the tip, smearing the waiting precum for him. “I want you to. Please?”
Enji swallows and looks back at Nagant to decide if he should join them. She dips a finger inside herself before spreading her juices back over her swollen clit. She doesn’t seem to have an opinion on the matter. Somehow that’s comforting.
“Did you… prepare…?”
Nagant tilts her head. “What is it, baby?”
The baby leaves a sour taste in his mouth, but that was probably her intention. She seems to enjoy watching him squirm specifically.
“Condoms,” he says.
She sucks her teeth and purses her lips. “Sorry, love, you’re just gonna have to stuff your man nice and full the way God and Little Debbie intended.”
“Nagant,” Keigo says over his shoulder.
“Don’t whine, you love it.”
The heat rises to Enji’s face. How could she know that about Keigo? Enji isn’t sure he knew that about Keigo.
“Should I put on some music to get you two in the mood, or am I the only one getting off tonight, because frankly, I don’t care, but you know, I believe in taking care of my guests.”
Enji’s hands go to his own clothes to unfinish dressing, and he mutters a soft go to Keigo. They can’t afford to lose this contact if they want to track down Chisaki, and if she was telling the truth about the alley cat…
Keigo focuses on pulling off his own pants and underwear before getting back on his hands and knees, now facing Nagant while he waits for Enji to join them.
“Does he taste good?”
Enji looks up at her. “What?”
“Oh baby,” she looks at Keigo and frowns. “Does the big guy skip dessert?”
Keigo laughs and sits up, his body visibly tensing. “No, it’s not that, we just haven’t–.”
“Tch,” she looks at Enji with a disapproving grimace. “How is he supposed to know that you love him if you don’t even know what he tastes like?”
It takes a moment to register what she means, and then he feels himself flush again. Damn her.
Tasting… Keigo is an act they’ve never done before because Enji has always felt that it’s too crude and unclean. Keigo only asked once, but after Enji displayed his thorough disgust at the idea, Keigo let it go.
Now they’re acting like this is perfectly normal.
Do people really enjoy this? Does Keigo want him to do this? Nagant keeps her eyes trained on him, waiting patiently for Enji to make up his mind. He can’t decide if this is a test or if she’s just genuinely curious of the outcome, but he can’t afford to risk it.
Enji puts a large hand on Keigo’s hip, his palm already making up for one half of his ass. He never thought of his little bird as tiny before, but in his hands, he’s practically just a sparrow.
With one encouraging shove, he sends Keigo forward back to hands and knees with a surprised gasp. Enji waits for Keigo to scold him, but instead he arches up, silently putting himself on display. His hole is so pretty, he realizes. He’s going to ruin him tonight.
“It’s okay to be shy your first time,” Nagant says.
Enji huffs and leans down into Keigo’s natural musk. He doesn’t let himself think too much about it before he places a kiss right on the inside of his ass cheek. Keigo’s body tenses in anticipation, and, encouraged, Enji flicks his tongue against his hole like he once learned to do to the tip of Keigo’s cock.
Keigo leans back against him, silently begging for more, and Enji indulges him, finding the taste something that doesn’t bother him as much as he thought it would, and the way that Keigo groans when he laps him makes Enji want to give him more.
So he does.
He presses with tongue until the muscle relaxes enough to let him lick inside, and Enji shoves it in as far as it will go until Keigo makes a feral sound he’s never heard come from another human being before.
Keigo leans back against his face, fucking himself on Enji’s mouth, and it makes Enji’s cock throb. He wants nothing more than to pin Keigo down and stuff him full, but when Keigo is enjoying himself this much, he can’t bear to pull away.
Meanwhile Nagant just watches them, fingertips grazing casually over her own folds like a cat pawing at one of its favorite toys.
“I guess you do love him,” she says, and Enji’s eyes flicker up towards her. “I’m feeling a little left out, though. Keigo, you’re not very good at sharing your attention.”
“Sorry,” Keigo pants. “Kinda gettin’ my mind blown over here.”
“I see that,” she smirks. “Well, don’t mind me. I suppose I can wait.”
Keigo sits up before rolling over onto his back. “I’m sure you don’t mind helping.”
“Of course not,” he smiles. She reaches for the table and grabs the bottle of lube before handing it to Enji. Enji pops open the cap while she throws one of her thighs over Keigo’s face and lowers herself. She looks at Enji and raises an eyebrow. “I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you what to do with that.”
She doesn’t wait for an answer before she sinks down onto Keigo’s mouth, brushing his lips with her glistening clit as she supports herself with her own admirably strong thighs.
Her mouth falls open, and god, if she doesn’t look like she’s praying on her knees and silently begging the gods to let her come on him. Enji silently prays back that she does.
Enji shakes himself and immediately covers his fingers with lube to stretch Keigo open, not willing to waste another second not inside him.
Keigo reaches down and strokes himself, keeping one hand on one of Nagant’s legs, fingers pressing little divots into her flesh, and Enji almost slaps his hand away to make him wait, but no, Keigo has worked so hard. He’s earned a moment of relief.
Enji presses a finger to his entrance, and it gives easily, already encouraged by Enji’s own tongue. Keigo groans into Nagant’s sopping mound as Enji pushes against his prostate, reminding Keigo of who he belongs to.
Soon he adds a second finger, slowly working Keigo open until his lower half squirms on the mattress while Nagant presses down on his lips to hold him in place. His muffled cries from Enji thrumming against his bundle of nerves ripples right through Nagant as she throws her head back and grinds down on him.
Enji gets a third finger inside and fucks Keigo with his hand, content to make him come on his fingers like this. What a good bird he is, flapping for Enji and not spilling a single drop of his meal.
No, Keigo needs to be filled. It’s what he wants. He wants to be stuffed full, that’s what she said, isn’t it? So that’s exactly what Enji will do.
He lines himself up to Keigo after dousing his own cock with the lube Nagant brought for them. Nagant lifts herself up to give Keigo room to take him and adjust to being filled. He wonders how many times she’s made this deal with other couples. How many men and women has she crowned herself upon while their lovers were coaxed into spreading them open like this?
Before he knows it, Enji is sheathed.
They both wait for Keigo to get used to him being inside, quiet and patient. It’s strange to share this moment with another person. Enji isn’t sure that he hates it.
“Okay,” Keigo pants. “Fuck, baby, move.”
Enji assumes (hopes) he’s speaking to him specifically. He pulls out slowly before thrusting himself back inside. Keigo cries out and pulls Nagant down to him.
She rides his face, taking full control of her own pleasure on the surface of Keigo’s eager tongue while Enji pistons in and out of him.
This is the Keigo he knows, loud and wanting, and Enji hunches over as he works on giving him the shallow thrusts his impatient body always craves. Nagant’s hand goes to Enji’s shoulder to brace herself, and that’s when he realizes she’s hovering over him.
He doesn’t look up as her face finds his shoulder, and she bites, a high pitched groan escaping her lips as Keigo laves her.
“Fuck, he loves it,” she breathes. “Course he does, horny little fucker. Likes it nice and thick.”
Enji realizes she’s speaking to him, and he nods. “Yes, he does.”
She pushes herself back and grinds down against Keigo’s mouth like she doesn’t care if he stops breathing, and Enji feels Keigo clench around him.
“Ride him,” he says.
“Nuh huh,” she smiles before bracing herself on Enji and rocking herself back on Keigo’s tongue. Keigo’s hands reach up her body blindly until he finds her breasts, and she cries out, panting wildly as she pushes herself closer on his friction swollen lips. “Fuck.”
Enji’s hands dig into Keigo’s hips as he fucks into him, hard and fast until her cries are punctuated by Keigo’s wordless begging.
“I’m gonna–,” she gasps, and Keigo rakes his nails down her body. She shakes and cries out as she rides out her own orgasm on his face, and Enji feels himself get closer with every urgent thrust. She sighs out and tenses one last time, and she lifts her leg to climb off of Keigo, but Keigo pulls her back to her face as a small punishment. “Keigo!”
Keigo lets her off with a light slap to her ass and a gleeful smirk on his face. “For old time’s sake, right?”
Enji is about to pull out, assuming the deal is complete when Keigo sits up on his elbows and licks his lips. “Sorry, big guy, she takes forever.”
“Hey,” Nagant scowls as she unscrews the cap off a bottle of water. “Don’t be rude.”
“I’m just saying,” he says as he reaches for Enji. “You don’t have to kiss me, but I wanna touch you.”
Enji bends over and plants a kiss on Keigo’s mouth, still very much inside him, and Keigo smiles against him.
He wraps his arms around Enji’s shoulders and pulls him flush against his chest. “Fuck me, Enji, I need you.”
Enji thrusts again, focusing on Keigo’s warmth completely surrounding him as he fucks him, the soft cries and whimpers in his ears a song he has missed too much.
He fucks him into the mattress, and Keigo raises his hips in rhythm to meet him until they’re both practically breathless. Enji feels himself approaching his peak, and he immediately grabs Keigo’s cock in his hand, quickly stroking him in time with his thrusts.
Keigo’s head rolls back, eyes shut tight as Enji overwhelms him, and he comes with a shout, eyes flying open as his body shakes under Enji’s will.
Enji follows soon, pumping Keigo full with his own cum, gripping his shoulders as he fills how warm Keigo is with his seed stuffed inside him.
“Fuck, you’re so–,” Keigo whines, grabbing onto the hotel duvet as he writhes beneath him, the sensation of Enji coming inside making him putty in Enji’s arms.
Enji slumps over to catch his breath. Keigo rubs his hands over his back, and he thinks it might be his way of keeping him inside a little bit longer. Fortunately, Enji isn’t willing to move yet.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Nagant says.
“We good?” Keigo says from beneath Enji’s exhausted body.
“Oh yeah, for sure. Whenever you two are ready, I’ll write down the coordinates.”
“You have them memorized?” Enji asks, surprised.
“Can’t steal what you can’t get your hands on,” she says. “Anyways, I’ve been there enough times to know the way.”
Enji winces as he pulls himself out, and the flood of white that leaks out of Keigo is almost lewd enough to make him blush. Keigo looks up at him, red faced and fucked out with a sloughed smile on his lips. “We should do that again.”
He’s not sure what that refers to, and he’s not willing to ask what he meant yet.
“Sorry about your bed,” Keigo says as he sits up.
“Don’t worry, it’s not my room,” she says. Enji’s head whips towards her in shock. What if someone came in on them? Whose room is this? How did she get the key? What the fuck have they done? “Relax, I mean I’m not paying for it.”
Keigo stretches and takes a water bottle from her. “You sure you wanna screw him over?”
Nagant shrugs. “He has no problem doing it to me. Respect goes a long way, as far as I’m concerned.”
Enji looks at them both, seeing the smallest piece of a story come into view.
“You know Chisaki,” Enji says.
“Yeah, I know him,” she says, handing him another bottle from the mini fridge, running the room bill up in any way she can, no doubt.
“And his… alley cat?”
“Bout as well as I do,” her lips thin.
“I see.”
Touya…?
“Well,” she says, taking a breath. “I’ll write you down his favorite little holes he likes to crawl into, and you can pretend you never saw me. That good for everyone?”
“That’s fine,” Keigo says. “Thanks, Nagant.”
“No problem, kiddo,” she smiles. “You grew up nice.”
Keigo grimaces in disgust. “Don’t make it weird.”
“I’m not the one boning a daddy, asshole.”
Keigo hums and bobbles his head. Enji tries not to show his discomfort.
“Can we get on with this,” Enji says, now dressed and tired. And a little embarrassed for a number of reasons.
Nagant grabs a pen from her bag and a piece of paper off of the hotel dresser. She presses the sheet onto her own bare leg rather than risking an indentation on the notepad or furniture and writes down a list of addresses located all across the city.
“He’s good at hiding,” she says. “But you’ll probably find him at one of these hideouts. Not that you paid for this, but he just joined up with Shiggy and the boys. Don’t lay a hand on Toga if you run into them.”
“Toga?” Keigo’s eyes widen.
“Yeah, she’s a good kid,” Nagant says. “Penchant for murder, but who doesn’t these days. Anyways, just wants somewhere to belong. You know what that’s like.”
Keigo hums and nods.
Enji takes the list from her and slips it into his pocket quietly. He won’t go after Chisaki tonight. He’ll give Nagant some time to run or hide or do whatever she wants before he makes his first move. It’s the least he can do for one of Keigo’s friends.
This is the first of them he’s met, after all.
They leave soon after, slipping out under the cover of darkness in what could very well be another potential ambush, but Keigo is relaxed as they leave the hotel, and that makes Enji relax too.
“You were surprisingly okay with that,” Keigo muses once they get to Enji’s car.
Enji starts the engine without much of a preamble. “I was only following your lead.”
Keigo smiles. “It makes me happy that you trust me so much. I’m never gonna let you down, big guy, I swear.”
“I know you won’t,” he says. “When we get home, I want to know what other things you like that you haven’t told me.”
“Oh?”
“I don’t want to be the only one who doesn’t know them.”
“Enji?!”