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The first time he had watched them had been an accident. Sort of.
Meian hadn't meant to watch as Osamu cupped Suna’s face and leaned forward to kiss him. He wasn’t that type of person, alright? It wasn’t like he enjoyed watching people get… intimate or anything, but after Suna had shamelessly flirted back and forth with him during the two classes he had offered as a live model, he was a bit shocked to find out Suna actually got a boyfriend, who happened to be the guy he had been tutoring for music reading classes.
So, as he said, he hadn’t meant to stare as they kissed. He definitely didn’t plan to watch as Suna pressed forward and swiped his tongue into Osamu’s mouth. He was just a bit taken back by the whole thing… That’s all.
Except Suna winked at him, actually winked as he still kept kissing his boyfriend, and alright, fine , Meian might be that type of person because he simply couldn’t stop watching.
The second time it happened, they had all gone out for drinks after class, and Meian had found himself sitting on the small table at the izakaya, directly across from Osamu and Suna and their not-so-subtle displays of affection. At the stolen glances between them, the slow kisses, and Osamu’s hand disappearing below the table a few times throughout the night, making Suna get weirdly blushed on his face.
He would have looked away, he should have, but there was something magnetic about them, something weirdly luring as if they were doing all of that for Meian to see. As if they wanted him to not take their eyes off of them.
That night, he had ended up kissing Suna deep and slow, with both hands cupping his face, his thumb digging softly into Suna’s cheeks as he practically drank the liquor directly out of his tongue, and not too long after, he was being kissed back by Osamu, who kissed with a hunger that had left Meian a bit dizzy and a bit breathless as he pressed him against the nearest wall.
Meian wasn’t entirely sure how it happened, but one kiss had turned into two, and kisses suddenly gave into something more heated, and soon enough Meian wasn’t only watching them. He was touching them, biting into their soft skin, and getting to know the taste of both of them in his mouth and down his throat. And every time, Meian was asked to come back, to meet them again.
And he always did. Always found himself mesmerized by the sight of both of them, always being trapped in some sort of trance as he watched them touch each other, as he watched Osamu strip Suna slowly, gently, and saw the desperation grow in Suna’s eyes and the way he begged Osamu to just hurry up. His eyes always took it all up. How Suna gasped whenever Osamu swiped his tongue deep into his throat, or how he arched his back into Osamu’s body, hands traveling all over the expanses of his broad back and shoulders, wanting to get him naked as soon as possible. Sometimes Osamu called for him to join them, other times it was Suna who begged Meian to touch him, touch them . But if Meian was being honest, he enjoyed watching them the most.
Kinda like today.
They almost always started without him. Not that Meian minded at all, he loved it, actually. To know Suna and Osamu were so pent up, so desperate, they couldn’t wait for him to even get home. He liked that he’d always get home to find them tangled up in each other’s bodies, because it mean he got to stay back and just enjoy the view for a bit.
And what a view it was. They were a sight to be seen, just for him to appreciate.
When he had arrived at the tiny but neat apartment that day, he was met by the distinct wet sounds of skin against skin and soft gasps and moans coming from the only bedroom in the place. His pants had grown… hm , a bit tighter by the moment he reached the room, and his dick gave an excited twitch as he peeked through the open door (that had been left that way on purpose just for him) and got a good look of Osamu and Suna messily kissing on the bed, Osamu’s hand curled loosely around Suna’s neck to keep his head tilted to the side so he could swipe his tongue right in and drink the pretty moans slipping out of him.
The room was dimmed, only the light by the bedside table illuminating their bodies, and the air inside felt thick, full of broken breaths and whispered whines coming from Osamu and Suna as they softly rocked against each other. Meian leaned against the door frame, letting his eyes wander around as his hand inevitably traveled down, groping himself through his pants, sighing softly at the very much-needed friction.
Up on the bed, Suna’s back was pressed to Osamu’s chest, Suna’s legs spread open as he let Osamu touch him, slowly dragging his fist up and down Suna’s flushed hard cock, which leaked a little bit with every twist of Osamu’s wrist. Meian grunted low in his throat as he slipped his hand below his belt and ground his palm directly on his cock, openly touching himself now.
This is what he liked so much, there was something just so… captivating about Osamu and Suna that instantly made Meian hard. Something about how they kissed and held each other, something about the noises they made, quiet enough to get lost between their lips but loud enough to reach Meian and make him fist his cock faster. It was all even better when he let his gaze travel down Suna’s body and realized what he was softly bouncing on, his hips shifting between fucking himself on the dildo below him, or thrusting into Osamu’s hand, being both opened up and jacked off at a slow rhythm, exactly as Meian had asked Osamu to do.
Meian could not, for the life of him, hold down the moan that ripped through him then, quickly pulling his cock out to give himself a proper squeeze, twisting his fist all the way from the shaft to the head in some solid pumps, letting his mind drift and give into the pleasure as he lost himself in the sounds of Suna and Osamu, in their shaky moans, and the way the bed creaked with every move of their–
“ Meian ,” Suna moaned.
He wondered if they had just realized he was there, or if they had been putting up this show for him all along. Either way, it made blood rush to his dick as he opened his eyes to meet their gaze.
Suna was holding on to Osamu with one arm as he circled his hips, bouncing lightly on the dildo while Osamu kept his fist around his leaking cock.
“Are you– ah –gonna stay there and just watch?” Suna half breathed, half moaned, throwing his head back to rest it against Osamu’s chest.
Meian smirked.
“I thought you liked it when I watched you.”
“He does,” Osamu said with a grin on his face, working Suna’s cock faster as he plants a wet kiss on his flushed cheek. “Don’t ya, baby?”
Suna groaned, his hips inevitably pushing up to meet Osamu’s fist, all the while his eyes are fixed on Meian.
“I like it more when you touch us,” Suna breathed out, stretching his arms up to him. “Get in here. C’mon.”
A smile crept on Meian’s lips. God , he really loved being with them, really loved whatever it was they had going on, even if he couldn’t bring himself to admit it out loud just yet.
He walked towards the bed, not without getting rid of his pants and boxers of course, his clothes falling to the floor with a thump . The bed dipped with his weight as he got on it, crawling towards them, and Suna leaned forward almost instantly, looking to get a hold of him. But Meian liked to tease them too, so he leaned past Suna, curling a hand on the back of Osamu’s neck, his fingers grazing the buzzed part of his hair.
“Hey,” Meian whispered with a smile, slowly rubbing his thumb to Osamu’s nape.
“ Hi ,” Osamu breathed out before Mian pulled him in, capturing his lips in a deep, slow kiss, parting Osamu’s lips apart with his own in a way that had Suna whining as he was being sandwiched between their bodies.
“That’s not fucking fair, I want in too…”
Meian couldn't help but chuckle against Osamu’s lips, but he didn’t pull away just yet. He kissed Osamu a bit longer, savoring the taste of his mouth and leaving him just a bit breathless before he actually backed off, watching the dazed look on Osamu’s face for a few seconds. He turned to Suna then and caught his face in his hand.
“Come here,” Meian smiled, listening to Suna whispering a soft fucking finally , before trapping his lips and kissing him like he deserved to be kissed, swiping his tongue, tapping it lightly against Suna’s bottom lip until it gave in and he opened his mouth, letting Meian slide in and really deepen the kiss.
He heard Osamu groan softly next to them, and he must have done something, because Meian felt Suna moan in his mouth, and his hands scrapped forward, trying to touch him, to make him tumble properly into the bed with them.
“ No, no, no… ” Suna whined, his lips still chasing Meian as he pulled away, a string of spit connecting them. “Come–ahh–come… back, keep kissing me, let me– ah, Samu!” Suna’s words got cut off as Osamu picked up his pace, his fist twisting with every upright move, curling nicely around the head of Suna’s cock before heading back down, smearing pre-cum all over the shaft as he went.
Meian’s own cock jumped at the sight.
“Shh,” Meian hushed him, gently stroking his cheek before letting his thumb circle Suna’s lips and dip to rest on his tongue. It was a sin how Suna started to suck on it almost instantly. “Let me watch you for a little longer, yeah? I wanna watch you come, babe.”
Both Osamu and Suna groaned at that, the squelching sounds of Osamu’s fist around Suna’s cock getting obscenely loud as Suna leaned back against his chest, shutting his eyes close but still sucking on Meia’ns finger like a lollipop, spit drooling down his chin and God– damn it, what a fucking sight it was. Meian dropped a hand between his thighs and fisted at his cock too, not enough so he would come (although he wanted to– fuck, he wanted to come so badly), but enough to ease the flame inside of him, enough to mix his moans with Suna’s ones and give himself some very much needed friction.
“Samu– Samu, I’m gonna–,” Suna moaned weakly around Meian’s fingers still in his mouth, and he watched as he struggled to keep control of his body, Suna’s hips jerking with the need to fuck himself into Osamu’s fingers, but trying to rock back at the same time and rut himself on the dildo deep inside of him.
“Yeah?” Osamu groaned, biting down lightly on the curve of Suna’s neck, keeping his rhythm steady. “Ya’ gonna come? Gonna show Meian how good ya’ are for him?”
Meian was burning inside, his cock twitching helplessly in his hand, leaking precum into the soft bedsheets. He watched as Suna arched his back, hiding his face in the crook of Osamu’s neck as he all but panted heavily.
“Shit– God – I can’t… I can’t… I’m gonna…” Suna softly cried right before Meian saw his body tensing, from the curl of his toes to the way his whole body arched, and he was coming, spilling into Osamu’s hand and down the bed, his cock twitching with the force of his orgasm.
That was enough to break Meian.
He leaned, holding Suna’s face with both hands before he kissed him deep and hard, swallowing each and every moan Suna had to give him. He kissed him greedily, taking all that he could as he whispered soft praise to his lips.
“God– baby, you’re so fuckin’ hot… you did so well… so fucking well…” He breathed out before trapping Suna’s lips again, keeping one hand on the back of his neck so he could tilt his head and deepen the kiss even more.
He could get lost in it, kiss Suna for hours, feel him gasp and whine right onto his mouth, but then he heard Osamu’s soft voice calling for him too.
“Meian… please… I– I can’t, I’m–,” Osamu’s whole face flushed in a beautiful blush as his eyes darted down, and Meian saw exactly what was going on.
Osamu’s cock was standing hard and flushed a pretty pink color, an obscene amount of precum leaking from the fat head, and Meian could just tell how desperate he was for release because he was too, and he had just watched them for a while, he can’t imagine how long Osamu had been like that, hard and leaking as he worked Suna open, aching as he jacked him off, needing to come so badly as they both watched Suna spill.
“Do you want to come, Osamu?” Meian whispered, kissing up Osamu’s neck and biting softly on the curve of his jaw.
“ Yes ,” Osamu’s voice practically broke down in a needy whine. “Yes, yes, please…”
“ Please ,” Suna whimpered too, his body was still rocking lightly against the dildo, which somehow made Meian’s mind get clouded with pure, raw desire. “Fuck me, fuck me already.”
Meian gave Osamu’s jaw another soft bite.
“Ya’ heard him. Why don’t ya put him in all fours so you can fuck him while I fuck his throat?”
He felt as if he was in a daze as he watched Osamu get into action. He gave Suna a sloppy, needy kiss before he pulled away and helped him get into his knees and hands. For as tired as Suna probably was after coming like that, he fell right into position, moaning softly when Osamu took the dildo out and gripped his hips, slowly driving his lubed cock into Suna, their breaths and moans mingling and mixing as Osamu seated himself fully inside Suna.
Meian’s heart was racing, running wildly at the low, stretched groan that came out of Osamu’s mouth the second he bottomed out, his jaw-dropping open in pure ecstasy as his eyes rolled back.
“G-god… Rin… You are so fuckin’ tight,” He breathed out, softly rutting his hips but not yet thrusting in. Slowly, he pried his eyes open, those heavy, deep grey eyes settling on Meian as he breathed out, “Can I…”
Meian gave him a single nod, and that was all it took for Osamu to dig his fingers in the soft meat of Suna’s hips, pulling almost all the way out before snapping his hips up, thrusting deep inside in a way that had Suna mewling , his head dropping between his shoulders in long, breathy moans as Osamu fucked him deep and hard, each thrust hard enough to rattle the fucking bed.
For a second, Meian thought of getting behind Osamu, of coaxing his fingers with lube and opening him up just enough to fuck him as he fucked Suna. He knew Osamu loved it when they did that, and god– so did he. Loved setting the pace, and seeing them come undone at the same time. But then he dared to set his gaze on Suna, and the absolute filthy look coming from him, with his watery eyes and plump lips open in a soft moan for him, for Meian , and he just knew this was way better. This is what he needed. What Suna wanted.
He gently lifted Suna’s head up, running his thumb over his bottom lip and letting him suck it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, before he pulled away and replaced his thumb with his cock, tapping it lightly over Suna’s mouth, just to see him stick his tongue out and trying so desperately to lick it.
“ Fuck , you’re so pretty, Suna,” Meian breathed out right before he pushed in, grunting as he felt Suna’s wet, hot mouth taking him down without any trouble, hollowing his cheeks and tilting his head just enough to take him all in until his nose was nuzzling against the hairs at the base of Meian’s cock.
He allowed himself a few seconds to breath, to adjust to the glorious sensation around his cock so he wouldn’t come too fast– or at least he tried to, because then Osamu thrust faster, causing Suna to accidently choke on his cock, and that was all it took for Meian to get a good hold of Suna’s hair and really start to fuck his throat.
The room was filled with nothing but their moans, broken grunts, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. Of the squelching sounds coming every time Osamu thrust into Suna, and the soft chokes and cries coming out of Suna’s lips every time Meian sank his cock past his mouth and into his throat. It was amazing, it felt incredible, all of their bodies building up with pleasure at the same time.
“Come here– come here, kiss me,” Osamu weakly groaned, pulling Meian in for a messy kiss full of tongue and mixed with their moans as Osamu came, followed by Meian not too long after, spilling deep down Suna’s throat.
They stayed like this, breathing in each other’s whines, sharing small kisses until their bodies stilled and Suna whined from the over sensitivity. It was only when both of them pulled out, and Meian had leaned down to kiss Suna and shower him with praise, that he realized he had come a second time too. He chuckled, murmuring some sweet words in Suna’s ear before he stepped away from the bed, and got to the bathroom for some fresh towels to help clean up the mess.
This usually was Meian’s least favorite part. Not because he minded cleaning up, or because he was against aftercare, it was all the opposite, actually. He loved aftercare and would love to stay and cuddle with them for a while, but the thing was… He never allowed himself to do so. Always feeling like he would introduce their intimacy as a couple if he even tried to get in.
It was almost as if there was an invisible line Meian couldn’t dare to cross.
So he did what he always did, brought a fresh towel for Osamu, helped clean Suna up, and turn him away from the mess on the sheets, making sure they were okay before he kindly took his leave.
“I’m gonna get going now,” He quietly said, not wanting to disrupt them as Osamu had already pulled Suna into his chest, a leg thrown over him to keep him safe there.
“Where are ya’ going? Get in here, come cuddle with us,” Osamu murmured from the bed, his words making Meian blush, which was ridiculous considering what they had just done, and yet–
“I don’t want to in–,”
“Just get in here,” Suna groaned, lazily extending an arm towards him. “There’s plenty of room. C’mon.”
That was a lie. The bed was not big enough to hold three grown men, it was a tight fit with just the two of them already. He should really go, not let himself get more tangled up, but something in his heart pulled at him, and he just got in, fitting just right behind Suna, who threw one of his arms back to kind of hug him, while Osamu made sure his leg reached out to him too, their bodies all cuddle up in the bed.
“I’ll make us somethin’ to eat later,” Osamu yawned. “Ya’ stayin’ for dinner too, right?”
Meian nuzzled his face into the crook of Suna’s neck, sighing as a tiny smile crept up on him. Maybe he did belong here all this time and just wasn’t brave enough to take that step.
“Yeah.”