Selfishness

[kat8cha]

Part 1

Aiba felt awkward once rehearsal ended. He would be staying after for detention because he had been off since Shirota’s visit. Aiba just could not focus on the musical after that. Ueshima had noticed and so… Aiba was in detention.

 

“I have to go.” Irei pressed a kiss to Aiba’s temple as he passed him by.

 

“I can get home on my own.” Aiba shrugged with a fake smile. “I’ve survived without you Kana-san.” Irei nodded, smiling widely and giving Aiba a small wave as the glass doors closed behind him. Dropping the smile Aiba headed back to the rehearsal hall. Once rehearsal was over and Aiba had started walking to the train station he allowed himself to relax a little. Not to think, because thinking was statistically a bad idea. Aiba had a very bad track record for thinking about relationships. Hence why he was even in this mess.

 

Of course not thinking about his actions was what got Aiba in this position in the first place. Giving a put upon sigh Aiba slipped his train card into the terminal, and then headed to one of the few benches that were empty. The trains were not crammed full at this time of night but it was still going to be a tight press.

 

“Ah, Aiba-kun.” A soft voice came from behind him and Aiba turned in surprise.

 

“Nagayama-san.” Standing Aiba gave a small bow. He still felt a little awed by his elder. Looking at the man to Nagayama’s side Aiba felt his eyes widen a little. “Tsuchiya-san.” Aiba executed another small bow. The black haired man laughed loudly, attracting a few stares from the people in the terminal.

 

“You don’t need to be so formal. Call me Tuti, everyone does!” Tsuchiya clapped a warm hand on Aiba’s shoulder, his grin large and infectious. Aiba tentatively smiled back before glancing at Nagayama.

 

“I didn’t know you took this train Nagayama-san,” especially not at this hour. Aiba had heard rumors though and if Nagayama and Tuti really were hooked up, Aiba would not be surprised if they had been out on a date. They looked very comfortable together.

 

“Oh, I don’t usually.” Nagayama waved a hand in the air, as if brushing aside Aiba’s questions. “Tuti and I were out to see a play, so now we’re heading back to his apartment for coffee.” Aiba did not need the wink from Tsuchiya-san to know what ‘coffee’ really meant. “What about you Aiba-kun? You usually have someone with you when you ride the train don’t you?”

 

Scuffing his foot on the pavement Aiba tried to stop himself from looking too sheepish. He knew he was failing right now. “Well, I got held over for detention so…”

 

“And no one waited for you?” Tsuchiya’s voice rang through the train station, echoing off the stone pillars. People really were staring now. There was a cluster of teenagers that were pointing too. “It’s dangerous for cute boys to ride the trains alone you know. Even Takashi gets assaulted sometimes.”

 

“Which is why I bring this idiot along.” Nagayama hit Tuti on the chest with the back of his hand. Tuti gasp, placing his hand on his chest as if it had hurt. For the briefest second their fingers touched and they shared a quick smile. Then they were back to being friends and it was like the sweet moment had never happened. “He scares them off with his big forehead and loud voice.”

 

Aiba blinked stunned. Was that how adult relationships worked when you were in the limelight? You played up something’s and others you played down? “Ah…” Aiba jumped as the train pulled into the station, the whistling noise of it’s jet stream preluding it’s arrival. “That’s my train.” Aiba stumbled as he started to move away, only to find a concerned face floating in front of his and a hand on his elbow helping him to balance.

 

“Aiba-kun, we’re getting on that train too.” Aiba never knew if that was the actual train the two had been headed for because soon enough he was shuttled onto it and seated down between Tuti and Nagayama. Somehow they had managed to claim three seats, even with all the people clustered in standing room. “You’ve been on your feet all night.” Nagayama shrugged. “You should rest while you can.”

 

Aiba was uncomfortable in the silence that followed, unsure of how to act around his former costar and his significant other. When his stop came Aiba was the first out of his seat, murmuring goodbyes and prepared to bolt before a strong hand closed on his wrist.

 

“You have my number right?” Nagayama’s face was serious, as was his voice. “If something is troubling you Aiba-kun, please don’t hesitate to call me.” Aiba nodded dumbly before stumbling out of the train and starting the walk home.

 

--

 

“…” Zukki stared at Adachi.

 

“…” Adachi stared back.

 

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!” Shirota bawled on the laps of his trapped friends. He had flung himself onto the sofa as soon as he entered Yanagi’s apartment, not noticing the fact that Zukki and Adachi were already occupying it. After he had immediately started bawling the former Golden Pair felt a little bad about just shoving him off onto the carpet. Their pity was quickly dissipating. “And he just stood there!”

 

“There, there,” Yanagi walked into the room, holding a bowl of shrimp chips with one hand. He patted Shirota’s head with the other, handing the chip bowl to Adachi. Digging his hand into the bowl Adachi started munching. Sighing Zukki rested his elbows on Shirota’s shoulders. Yanagi had dead Adachi, he would be content for a while now.

 

“But…” Shirota sniffled and Zukki rolled his eyes. Despite what some people thought crying was never pretty. When Shirota cried he got all red and puffy eyed, and more importantly he never seemed to run out of tears. “I gave him a REALLY HOT KISS TOO!!!!”

 

“I thought you were giving him time.” Yanagi sat in his big comfy armchair. Zukki liked that chair, because it was patterned with bright flowers and also because it was very, very, comfortable.

 

“I was.” Shirota got off of Zukki and Adachi, and luckily the shrimp chips were saved by Adachi’s quick thinking. Snagging a few for himself he watched the drama with interest.

 

“Yanakoooooo.” Shirota knelt by Yanagi’s chair, laying his head in the smaller man’s lap. Yanagi stroked his hair like you would pet a dog. “What do I doooooooooooo?”

 

“I still say a threesome is a good idea.” Zukki felt the shrimp chip lodge in his throat and heard the clatter of the bowl hitting the floor from beside him. Threesome?!?! “It just takes planning….”

 

--

 

“Boo.”

 

Aiba jumped at the soft voice behind him, and turning around he smiled. “Kana-san…” It wasn’t that odd for Irei to great him before he got into the studio. At least Aiba knew that Irei was waiting outside for him and not to have a smoke or something. Reaching around Aiba Irei pulled the heavy glass door open, motioning that Aiba should step inside. Aiba did and headed for the dressing rooms.

 

“Do you want to grab dinner somewhere?” Irei questioned, following on Aiba’s heels.

 

“…We could.” Aiba smiled shakily. “If you wanted.” He could fall right into being with Irei. It had been a few days since the encounter with Shirota and things were settling down. Aiba could be content with just Irei. Or that was what he kept telling himself.

 

“I was thinking Chinese.” Irei was hovering now as Aiba moved things on his make up counter around. “I know a good restaurant.”

 

“I said yes Kana-san.” Aiba huffed a little, then smiled again. “You’re paying.”

 

--

 

Shirota hoped Seto had gotten the information right. It was not the nicest thing to do, employing his younger coworker as a spy but it was all Yanagi’s idea. Yanagi was really evil when he started planning things like this. It was faintly frightening to watch and Shirota was happy he was on Yanagi’s side. Seto had not looked quite so happy when he had trudged off to spy on Aiba but the other had cheered up by the time he got around to calling Shirota about where Aiba and Irei were going to be eating dinner. Tenimyu was doing Seto good and Shirota liked watching the younger teen grow.

 

Poking his chopsticks around the plate of lo mein Shirota ducked his head when he spotted Aiba and Irei finally walk in. He was amazed at his luck when the two were seated at a table where he could watch them. He’d have to make sure Yanagi had not phoned ahead and threatened the wait staff or something.  The one problem Shirota had was he couldn’t hear Irei and Aiba over the general chatter of the restaurant. They looked like they were having a fun time…

 

--

 

‘Don’t look now,’ Irei thought to himself, glancing over Aiba’s shoulder, ‘but we have an audience.’ Irei wanted to tell Aiba, he really did. But he knew that if he did tell his boyfriend then Aiba would make him leave the restaurant and the night would be ruined for them. Also Aiba would probably never talk to his ex again, Irei would not admit that it was the slightly melancholy look on Shirota’s face that made the last idea a bad one. Shirota looked like that puppy Aiba had wanted to buy from the pet store, the big brown eyed one with floppy ears. With his work though Aiba did not have time to care for a pet, much less a puppy.

 

“Is your curry good?” Irei questioned, leaning over to steal a bite from Aiba’s chopsticks.

 

“Stop that.” Aiba laughed, pulling his chopsticks away from Irei. “People could see.” It was true. Irei was always pushing the limits when they were out. He did not really care what people thought of him and he wanted to say that Aiba was his. Was that how Shirota had felt on dates with Aiba?

 

“Kana-san?” There was a hand placed on his arm and behind Aiba the tall former Tezuka’s face fell. “You’re been spaced out all night.” Irei looked down, meeting Aiba’s eyes.

 

“Hmm? Sorry Aibachii, I must just be really tired.” Irei shrugged, and Aiba pulled his hand away. He looked a little disappointed as he did so. Glancing over Aiba’s shoulder Irei found himself disappointed too when he noticed that Shirota had left.

 

--

 

Shirota cursed himself as he curled up on his bed, clothes still on. It was not fair of him to keep chasing after Aiba like this. Irei obviously cared for Aiba, and Shirota knew how easy it was to fall in love with Aiba. If Irei wasn’t in love yet he would be soon. Aiba… Aiba was happy with Irei. He was happy without Shirota butting into his life and making him unhappy. He was….

 

It was fine. Shirota could move on.

 

…really. Burying his face in his pillow Shirota closed his eyes and just wished for a way to forget. Around a half hour later Shirota fell into a depressed slumber.

 

He was awoken close to midnight by a buzzing noise and the fact that the front of his pants were vibrating. Not that it wasn’t a pleasant feeling but Shirota really was not in the mood for such things right now. Pulling his cell phone out of his  pocket Shirota flipped it open and pressed it to his ear. “Moshi moshi.” His voice was roughened from sleep and Shirota was glad he had not started crying it made him all nasal. Anyone who knew him would have known immediately something was wrong just by him having gone to sleep so early.

 

“Shirota-san?” That was not a familiar voice… Sitting up Shirota checked the cell phone’s display. It was Aiba’s phone.

 

“…Irei-san?” Shirota questioned back. He was not in the mood to deal with Aiba’s new lover. Especially not if the man was going to be an ass like he had been last time.

 

“You really love Aiba don’t you.” It was obvious that this was a statement and not a question. Irei already knew. Closing his eyes against an impending headache Shirota sighed.

 

“Ever hear that poem ‘how do I love thee’?” Shirota questioned. It was a very well known poem, after all. “If I could write a song for Aiba I’d want to put that emotion into it.”

 

“I understand that.” Oh yeah, Irei had definitely already fallen for Aiba. “But it’s obvious that he feels the same way for you.” Shirota snorted, rolling onto his back and staring up at his ceiling. Once during sex he’d gotten Aiba to ride him, because his lover had complained about being on bottom and that he only got to see either the sheets or Shirota’s ceiling. Aiba’d decided after that one time that riding Shirota was definitely too much work even if it was fun.

 

“If Aiba really loved me…” Shirota could not say that if Aiba really loved him he should have waited. Shirota had broken up with him, and they had both been angry, he had also been very busy. A relationship between two volatile people was hard to keep going and Shirota had acknowledged way at the start that it probably would not last long. It had lasted longer then he thought it would. “Never mind. I hope you two are happy together.”

 

“Wait!” Before Shirota could snap phone closer Irei’s shout stopped him. There was a rustle in the background and Irei lowered his voice. “What would you say to sharing?”

 

“…” What would he say? To a chance to be with Aiba a little? Even if he had to share him with someone else’s affections? Know that Aiba was not spending all the time in his bed? “I’d say you’d need to talk to Aiba.” Shirota would take it. He would grasp at any chance he had to be with Aiba. Even if the only thing he ended up doing was hurting himself. Snapping phone shut Shirota tossed it into his pile of dirty laundry.

 

--

 

Irei was awful quiet and contemplative today. Most of Rokkakku was staying a little away from him, because they had never seen the usual happy guy so deep in thought. IRE though that if they interrupted his brood it might be like waking a sleepwalker.

 

“What’s up with Kanata-san?” Doori asked, plunking himself next to Aiba on the couches outside the rehearsal hall. “He’s all…. Sulky.” Doori might not spend much time messing around with Kanata, he preferred Aiba or Masa’s company really, but everyone was noticing the grey mood of Saeki’s actor.

 

Aiba shrugged. “He was acting odd last night too.” Aiba was being pretty quite too, now that Doori had time to think about it. “Ah well. Doori!” Aiba smiled, poking him in the ribs. “No reason for you to be quiet too! Did you find that video game I told you about?”

 

“I found it.” Doori pouted. “But I didn’t get a chance to buy it! Mom said it was too much and I spent too much money on Dragonball stuff anyway.”

 

“There is no such thing as too much money spent on Dragonball merchandise.” Aiba’s tone was serious but he was acting playful again. Doori was happy, because if he could keep Aiba in a good mood maybe the other would forget whatever was bothering him.

 

--

 

Irei did not have a real chance to have a serious talk with Aiba for another week. Aiba’s schedule had started to pick up and Irei knew it would only get busier, plus Aiba had not spent the night with him, opting to spend more time with Taka-san and Takki instead. Irei could understand, he wasn’t being the most entertaining companion as of late.

 

“Kana-san.” Shouma’s voice was quite, and Irei turned to look at the other actor standing at his elbow. “Aiba’s alone in the dressing room right now.” A few of them were all getting ready to head to a restaurant, and Aiba was the one holding them all up.

 

“Yeah, I know, it’s why we haven’t left yet.” Shouma’s face was oddly serious. Not that the other guy was someone who joked around a lot but he usually had this cute lingering smile.

 

“No. I mean…” Shouma sighed, then stressed his words. “Aiba’s alone in the dressing room right now.” Irei blinked. Then blinked again.

 

“Oh. Oooooh!” Irei grinned, embarrassed at how slow he had been to catch on. “Well, why don’t you guys go ahead and I’ll bring Aiba later!” He started heading towards the dressing room, ignoring the snickers coming from Gaku and Masei.

 

“Give us a call if you’re not going to show up!” Gaku called out before Irei disappeared down the hallway leading to the dressing area. Almost running to the dressing room Irei was surprised when he turned the corned and suddenly there Aiba was. Bumping into him they both sprawled on the floor, Aiba on bottom rubbing his head from where the hard tiles had connected with it and Irei supporting himself with two hands to hover over Aiba.

 

“…Aibachii.” Irei was a little rushed and Aiba blinked up at him with wide innocent eyes. “Would you ever agree to a threesome?” Oops, he had been meaning to ease into that. Aiba, Irei had found, tended to like to slide into the things instead of jumping right in, like the difference between using a ladder to get into a pool or the diving board.

 

“With?” Aiba squeaked. “Are you bored of me?” He was also a normal teenage boy and could be horribly insecure.

 

“No.” Irei shook his head, bending down and planting a kiss on Aiba. Pulling away he reflected that this was like doing push ups. “No. I could never be bored of you. I’m just… you’re a great guy. And I’m not the only one who knows that.”

 

“….” Aiba’s brows furrowed and there was a pause. “Who…?”

 

“I was thinking,” Irei spoke slowly, wanting this sentence to come out just right, “that I stole you away from Shirota-san and that was unfair of me, for both you and Shirota-san… so if you wanted to… I could share,” Irei smiled shakily, “you.”

 

“K-kana-san…” Aiba shook his head slowly. “That wouldn’t be fair to either of you. I couldn’t do that to you…” Irei silenced Aiba with a kiss, before moving off him and standing up, offering Aiba a hand.

 

“I think you should let the two of us decide if it’s fair don’t you?” When Aiba took his hand Irei pulled him up into a hug. “I’d hate to lose you, and I can only imagine how it’s ripping your Shirota-san up.”

 

--

 

Shirota did not know why Irei had called him out. He just knew that this was probably going to be horribly awkward and it was probably just Irei giving him a bunch of keepsakes Aiba wanted to be rid of. While Shirota might want it to be about sharing Aiba, or that Irei was breaking up or…. Something. Shirota could not being to hope. If he hoped it would obviously be in vain.

 

“Shirota-san.” Irei had opened the apartment door that Shirota had been standing in front of for the past ten minutes, hand hovering over the wood but not knocking. He had already buzzed them in order to get into the apartment, so they knew he was coming.

 

“Ah. Irei-san?” Irei motioned for Shirota to step into the apartment and he did, sliding his shoes off and stepping into a pair of guest slippers Irei had handed him. By the door there was a familiar pair of sneakers with pink laces.

 

“Call me Kanata.” Irei shrugged and led Shirota into the apartment. “Or Daniel.” There was a clatter in the small kitchen part of the apartment and suddenly Aiba was in the doorway.

 

“You never asked me to call you Daniel!” Aiba looked glorious, all pouty and glaring, with a dark spot on the too big green apron he was wearing.

 

“…you let him cook?” Shirota’s eyes widened and he grabbed Kanata’s arm in worry.

 

“I can cook!” Aiba snapped before storming back into the kitchen, probably in search of a rolling pin to hit Shirota with.

 

“He’s only making the tea.” Irei snickered. “But he likes wearing the apron.” The apron was really pretty hot on Aiba, and Shirota had a few memories of Aiba trying to bribe Shirota into letting him wear Shirota’s white one. Shirota worried about the cleaning costs though because he liked it pristine and white and Aiba could be really messy when wearing white. It was like his clothes attracted stains. “Want a seat?” Motioning to the comfortable couch Irei sat down in one of the few armchairs in the room.

 

Shirota sat down on the couch and Ire fought a sigh of relief. Things were going well so far. Aiba was nervous though, and had been since Irei had brought up having Shirota meet them to discuss this. The other was fumbling around in the kitchen to calm down but it did not seem to be working.

 

“Ow!” There was a clatter and a shout and both Irei and Shirota were on their feet, squeezing through the door to the kitchen to hover over Aiba. The tea kettle was lying on his it’s side in the sink, the hot water slowly pouring down the drain. Aiba was holding one hand under cold running water and blinked at the two taller men in surprise. “Ah…”

 

“Aibachii!” Shirota glanced at the hand with a frown. “Didn’t you use an oven mitt?” The burn did not look too bad but it was hidden partially under the water.

 

“I couldn’t find one…” Aiba began and Irei sighed.

 

“I’ve told you there in the cupboard drawer by the stove Aiba.” Irei tsked and Aiba blushed, turning off the cold water and drying his hand off. “I’ll get you some ointment and a band-aid.” And then Irei was gone, leaving Shirota and Aiba in the small kitchen that was suddenly too small.

 

“…so… did Kana-san…” Aiba started off softly, looking anywhere but at Shirota. Had that picture always been so ugly? Why did Irei have a painting of frozen chickens about to have a gunfight in his kitchen anyway? It was just bizarre, and it threw off the color scheme.

 

“Tell me about what this was about?” Shirota finished Aiba’s sentence, he wasn’t looking at anything but Aiba. “Yes.”

 

“And are you…” Aiba drifted off again.

 

“Interested?” Shirota smiled. “I’d do anything to be with you Aibachii, even share you with someone else.” Aiba sniffled and Shirota was stunned. Aiba didn’t cry.

 

“I’m sorry I’m so selfish.” Shirota’s arms wrapped around Aiba and he pulled the other close, squeezing him tightly. Aiba had the breath squeezed out of him and fought to breath in the bone crushing hug.

 

“You’re not selfish.” Shirota mumbled against Aiba’s hair. “I’m selfish. For wanting to keep you.”

 

“I think it’s fair to say,” Irei state from the doorway, “that we’re all selfish bastards.” Shirota glanced at the other man and clung to Aiba tighter. “And if we want Aiba alive you’re going to have to let go soon Shirota-san.” Shirota’s hold loosened a little, enough for Aiba to take a breath.

 

“Thanks.” Aiba’s voice was choked up, and both of them were willing to pretend that it was from the lack of air.

 

“I don’t mind sharing you.” Irei said, motioning for Aiba’s hand while popping open the ointment. “Especially not with someone as sexy and talented as Shirotan-san.” Irei winked and smiled here.

 

“Why thank you.” Shirota grinned. He loved being complimented. Against his chest Aiba muttered something about flatterers and egomaniacs. Shirota patted the others back absently. “You’re pretty handsome yourself.”

 

“Thank you, Shirota-san.” Irei applied the bandage to Aiba’s hand. “You know, I think Aibachii might have a ‘half’ fetish.” Aiba made a muffled noise of dissent, trying to wriggle out of Shirota’s arms. Shirota tightened his grip up again.

 

“I think it’s highly possible. Since we’re both half.” Shirota nodded at that, looking down at the blushing teen in his arms. “And horribly sexy, may I add.”

 

“Maybe I just have a sexy fetish.” Aiba huffed. “You don’t need to make me sound like Takuya.”

 

“A sexy fetish?” Irei grinned and hopped onto his small kitchen table so he could be beside the hugging pair. “Well, we are pretty sexy, but so are you. I guess we should be glad we stood a chance against narcissism.”

 

“I’m not that sexy.” Shirota shook his head, then contemplated how much weight the table could hold. Deciding it wasn’t his problem if it broke he picked Aiba up and set him in Irei’s lap.

 

“If you weren’t sexy…” Shirota leaned down and kissed Aiba deeply, sliding his tongue into Aiba’s mouth and slipping one hand through Aiba’s hair while Irei watched, “how would you have two horribly sexy men panting after you?” Letting go of Aiba he moved back, loving the slightly dazed look on Aiba’s face, Irei decided to take up where Shirota left off, ducking down to kiss Aiba awkwardly, wrapping an arm around Aiba’s thin waist and giving it a squeeze. Irei nibbled on Aiba’s lips before slipping inside the others cavern. Aiba tasted slightly different after that kiss with Shirota, or maybe it was a mental thing.

 

“He’s right.” Irei whispered against Aiba’s lips pulling back. Then he looked at Shirota, eyeing the other up. Shirota crossed his arms over his chest, returning Irei’s measuring look. While Aiba worked on shaking off the mental haze that came from two wonderful kisses Irei grinned and crooked a finger, motioning Shirota closer. Shirota grinned, stepping right up to the edge of the kitchen table and bending to plant a kiss on Irei’s lips. They kissed chastely for a minute, amused eyes meeting in a small fight for dominance before mouths were opened, tongues joining the battle. Irei was a good kisser, Shirota would admit, but what Shirota lost in skill he made up for in enthusiasm and sheer will power.

 

“…wow.” Aiba exclaimed when the kiss was broken. Shirota and Irei both swallowed before turning to look at Aiba, who was currently squirming, his hands clenching around the bottom of his shirt. There was an obvious bulge in his pants.

 

Shirota and Irei grinned. Oh yes, things were definitely going to work out.

 

--

 

Aiba licked a wet trail down Irei’s collarbone, nibbling on it. Behind him Shirota was kissing and nipping at each vertebrae of his spine, nuzzling at shoulder blades, and in general marking his back up. Warm hands were sliding up and down from mid thigh to over his ass, while two other pairs of hands worked on Aiba’s chest, nipples pinched and rolled between callused fingers. Aiba’s cock was hard and red against the flat of his stomach, the tip dripping pre-cum onto Irei’s bedspread. Shirota shifted, motioning for something, and one of Irei’s hands left Aiba’s chest to reach for it. Aiba pouted, nipping at Irei’s chest and flicking his tongue over the others’ nipple, then sucking on the brown nub.

 

Irei gasped, his hand fumbling with the small silver tube and condoms, almost dropping them as he grabbed it from the bedside table. Handing them to Shirota Irei moaned, the hand on Aiba’s chest now moving to stroke the others dick. Shirota rubbed himself against Aiba’s ass while he opened up the tube, dropping the condoms to the bed for now, pouring some of the slick substance onto his fingers and rubbing them together to slick his digits up. Then he rubbed them against Aiba’s entrance, earning a cracked moan from the boy in the middle. Irei was moving on the bed, shifting around into a 69 position. He reached between Aiba's legs to grab at one of the condoms Shirota had by his knee, rolling it over Aiba’s member. Better safe then sorry after all. Wrapping his mouth around Aiba Irei played around his tongue around the head of Aiba’s penis.

 

Aiba moaned at the press of first one of Shirota’s thick fingers inside of him and then another. When Irei started fellating him he gasped, body shuddering. He brushed a hand over Irei’s penis, wondering where Irei had gotten the condom. Looking over his shoulder he gave Shirota wide eyes, hoping the other would help him out.

 

“Here.” Shirota’s voice was rough and husky, almost as good as a physical caress as he gave Aiba the small rubber. Aiba whimpered his thanks before wrapping the Durex around Irei’s cock and then moving to plant his mouth on the thick penis. Irei was small but thick, whereas Shirota was both long and thick. Aiba figured it had to be a half thing. Irei knew how to do things though. Lots and lots of things.

 

Like that thing he’d just down with his tongue. “Aah! Ah!” Aiba shouted around his mouthful of cock.

 

Shirota was getting worked up listening to the slurping noises and muffled moans of his bed partners. Finally able to move three fingers comfortably inside Aiba Shirota ripped open the condom packet and covered himself with it before slathering up with lube. Aiba always complained if he didn’t use enough. Wrapping a slightly slick hand around Aiba’s hip Shirota pressed into the other, moaning at the hot, tight, heat of Aiba’s anus.

 

Aiba was so close to coming it was hard to keep himself sucking Irei off and not just panting and moaning. This 3some thing was going to take a lot of concentration and work. Aiba smothered a grin, but let the moan drift out. He was going to enjoy all the ‘training’.