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Vasily escaped into Sugimoto’s bedroom.
Despite the distance and the shut door, it was unfortunate that he could still hear the sounds of what was going on outside. Sighing, Vasily looked down at his current predicament tenting the front of his pants. He was deciding what to do when Sugimoto—and it was definitely Sugimoto’s voice—let out a drawn-out moan.
That didn’t exactly help when what it did was the opposite of calming him down.
Vasily sighed again and slid down onto the floor, back against Sugimoto’s bed. He willed his erection to go down but he also couldn’t help the mental image that flashed into his troubled mind. He hoped they would be quick about it, so that afterwards he could finally talk to Ogata about why he had come here in the first place.
When Vasily thought about it, he had to admit that the situation was actually a little ridiculous
He only wanted to have a rematch with Ogata at the firing range. Ogata used to go there a lot, religiously even. Vasily had always looked forward to evenings at the range, watching the man destroy the provided targets. Ogata had looked bored, most of the time, like he hadn’t been trying at all, but when Vasily wordlessly challenged him, taking up the box next to him and putting four bullets into his own target in quick succession, Ogata’s focus had seemed sharper, a small upward turn of his lips.
A thrill shot down Vasily’s spine just imagining it again.
However, not long after, Ogata’s presence at the range had become few and far between, before he had disappeared completely. Vasily had tried to be there more often in the hope that he would catch him again, but the man had been so difficult to get a hold of.
Until he had seen him exiting the range with Sugimoto. Vasily hadn’t known Sugimoto then, so he hadn’t paid much attention to the other man. The next thing he knew, he was already standing in front of Sugimoto’s apartment building. Which he had thought was where Ogata lived at that time.
And now he was here, inside Sugimoto’s bedroom, listening to him probably getting fucked to within an inch of his life by Ogata, sporting an embarrassing, but raging hard-on.
There was a muffled sound outside, like someone was saying something. It was normal enough, considering the circumstances, but what alarmed him was the fact that the sound was, for a reason unknown to him, getting closer and closer.
Vasily watched as the door was pushed open abruptly, and Ogata and Sugimoto were there. Ogata might have pushed- or done something, because suddenly Sugimoto tumbled in, landing on his knees right in front of Vasily.
Sugimoto who was, currently, very, very naked.
“Uh,” Vasily didn’t know what he was going to say. The impossibility of the situation made his tongue feel heavy in his mouth, his brain struggling for something to say in Japanese, something to convey… whatever this was. Any other time and he would probably be able to think of something. He believed his Japanese to be conversational, although his accent was thick and sometimes difficult to understand.
Ogata’s eyes dropped towards Vasily’s crotch, then the man smirked, nodding at Sugimoto, “Wanna fuck his mouth?”
There was nothing conversational about this.
Vasily grunted, trying his best to bury himself into the bed behind him. He chanced a glance at Sugimoto and the guy’s face was beet red in the late morning light pouring in through the window. He tried to scramble away from Vasily but then Ogata was at his back, caging him in. He did something again, causing Sugimoto to lose his balance and startle forward. Vasily’s hands shot out automatically to catch the man on his arms before he fell face first against his groin.
Sugimoto, bracing himself against Vasily’s thighs with both hands, turned back towards Ogata. “Would you stop alrea- ah!” he yelped as he was pulled back then shoved forward again, this time with his face pressed directly on top of Vasily’s clothed erection.
And then Vasily recognized what Ogata was doing. He was fucking Sugimoto. Right there. In front of Vasily.
“What the fuck,” he mumbled in Russian.
Sugimoto whined pitifully and the sound made Vasily’s dick jump. Ogata chuckled, “Won’t you use his mouth? I promise he won’t bite. Right, Sugimoto?” And the man seemed to stress it with a particularly strong thrust, drawing another strangled cry from Sugimoto.
Sugimoto said a word that Vasily didn’t understand, but it seemed to be directed at Ogata if the venom in his voice was anything to go by. Vasily tried to push the man off, but that only served to drive him back onto Ogata’s cock, so he stopped. Ogata said something, too fast and too quiet for Vasily to catch, and then before Vasily could stand up and leave, Sugimoto’s hands tightened on his thighs. Biting his bottom lip, Sugimoto said, softly, “I won’t bite.”
That knocked the air right out of Vasily’s lungs. “Huh?”
Sugimoto must have mistaken his shock for something else, disgust maybe, because suddenly his jaws clenched and he was looking anywhere but at Vasily. “But- ah, if you don’t want…”
Ogata’s fingers dug into Sugimoto’s hair then, tugging his head up. “Are you fucking blind? Look properly," Ogata licked into Sugimoto's ear. "Look at his dick. Doesn't it look painful? Don't you wanna be good, Sugimoto?"
Vasily had already known that their relationship was not normal. From the excessively possessive hold Ogata had over Sugimoto and the way Sugimoto seemed to let the man do almost anything to him despite the initial complaints. However, that still didn't prepare him for the docile little nod of Sugimoto's head, or the arousal that shot through him when Sugimoto mouthed and drooled on Vasily's clothed dick. "I can make you feel good, Vasily," Sugimoto offered quietly, his golden eyes alight with lust and purpose. "Let me be good for you."
At that moment, Vasily realized, looking from Sugimoto to Ogata, that this wasn't about him at all. This was all about Ogata and power and being in control. The man simply wanted to show off, show Vasily who Sugimoto belonged to.
That notion was, to Vasily, both disturbing and liberating at the same time.
Because this was a competition in a way, a challenge. And Vasily knew what to do with a challenge. Standing up, and this time he was steady enough not to let Sugimoto’s weight pull him down, Vasily gestured to the bed. “Let’s move to the bed. The floor can’t be good for your knees, Sugimoto.”
A dangerous glint in Ogata’s eyes, and the man pulled away from Sugimoto. He was still fully dressed, except for the open fly of his pants. His cock was hard and glistening with fluid, staining his dark navy shirt. “You heard him.” Ogata wrenched Sugimoto’s head up by the hair. “Get on the bed.”
Suddenly, Vasily really wanted to win. Noticing how shaky Sugimoto’s arms had become, he bent down to help him up and onto the bed. Vasily sat down, back against the headboard, and Sugimoto went with him easily enough.
Sugimoto reached for Vasily’s zipper, the same moment Ogata settled behind him and resumed his thrusts. “Ah,” Sugimoto said the word that Vasily didn’t understand again—Vasily guessed it was a curse—and Ogata just shifted his stance, the new angle drawing another surprised moan from Sugimoto, and the hands on Vasily’s pants faltered.
Vasily decided not to pay attention to Ogata for now, and placed his hand on Sugimoto’s cheek carefully, his thumb rubbing the sweat away, his other hand unzipping his pants and pushing his boxers down. “You will be good for me, Sugimoto? You will, won’t you?”
Sugimoto’s eyes were dark and eager. He nodded, before hesitating. “If my scars bother you, you can close your eyes.”
Vasily frowned down at him. He’d seen the man’s scars before since he was the one who had changed Sugimoto’s clothes when he was sleeping. Admittedly, he had been quite relieved when nothing seemed too recent. He pushed the loose strands of hair that fell into Sugimoto’s eyes away, and asked, “Why would they?”
Sugimoto watched him, before briefly closing his eyes, letting Vasily continue to pat him. Humming contentedly, he finally dove down to where Vasily had been aching for a while now.
Vasily groaned when the man’s lips touched him, and thought about how long it had been since the last time someone did something like this for him. Vasily hadn’t exactly been keeping count, but he knew it had certainly been too long. He carded his fingers through Sugimoto’s hair, untangling the knots and massaging his scalp. Sugimoto hummed appreciatively, and swallowed him in even deeper.
They kept going like that for a minute or two, Sugimoto alternating between sucking him down and licking along the shaft. Sugimoto was good, really good, and that was almost a bad thing. Vasily sort of wanted to drag this out as much as he could. Though when the man kept going until his nose hit Vasily’s hair, staying like that for a few seconds then backing off, Vasily got pretty close to the edge. He was about to warn Sugimoto about his orgasm when the man went down on him again. Vasily squeezed the back of Sugimoto’s neck, trying to pull him off, but suddenly Ogata’s hand was there, on top of Vasily’s hand, pushing Sugimoto down.
“He tightens up real good when you fuck his throat,” Ogata supplied, his hips speeding up.
Sugimoto’s throat constricted around him, and his hands were behind Vasily, keeping him there. Not long after, Vasily’s body tensed, his vision going hazy, as he came down the other man’s throat.
Vasily distantly registered when Ogata bent over Sugimoto’s scarred body and chased after his own climax. “Yeah, like that,” he growled into the meat of Sugimoto’s shoulder, biting the flesh there, staking his claim.
When Ogata lifted himself up, allowing Sugimoto to move again, Sugimoto let Vasily’s spent cock slip from his lips and rolled to the side, panting. Vasily’s eyes were drawn to the man’s member and was surprised to see that Sugimoto had also come.
Before he could change his mind, Vasily leaned down to give Sugimoto a chaste kiss. Sugimoto blinked up at him, still looking a little dazed, and Vasily quickly stood up and escaped into the bathroom. He thought about what had just happened and decided that it didn’t change anything. He still wanted that rematch with Ogata.
He re-entered the bedroom, intending to make Ogata agree to go to the shooting range with him later, and had to stop at the threshold when he saw them.
Ogata and Sugimoto were kissing each other, lazy and loose and slow with not much heat in it. The kind that made Vasily hesitate. The kind that made him feel like an intruder.
Maybe the rematch could wait. He thought about his stuff in the living room. It’d be easy to leave right now. He already had Sugimoto’s number anyway.
“Vasily.”
That snapped him out of his head. Sugimoto watched him from where he was lying on the bed. Ogata was next to him, one possessive hand groping Sugimoto’s pec. Vasily inhaled. “Yes?”
A flash of uncertainty crossed Sugimoto’s expression, and Ogata leaned closer to whisper something into his ear. Vasily noted how the blush on Sugimoto’s cheeks darkened. “...Come?”
Vasily’s eyes widened, his breath quickened minutely. All right. Maybe he should stay a little longer to make sure Sugimoto had enough rest and ate enough food.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand in Sugimoto’s hair, carding through it gently. He snorted when he noticed Ogata’s expression.
“What?” Sugimoto asked.
Vasily felt a little tug at the corner of his lips. “Are you sure I should be here? Ogata looked really uncomfortable.”
Sugimoto’s eyes turned towards Ogata. “You’re the one who told me he could stay,” Sugimoto protested.
Ogata only scoffed, and didn’t say anything. And pinched Sugimoto’s nipple.
“Ow. Fuck you.” Sugimoto tried to jerk away but it only served to make Ogata tighten his grip.
“Already ready for another round?” Ogata asked, sounding smug. “Did my cock not satisfy you?”
Sugimoto rolled his eyes and exhaled. “Give me a break.”
“Don’t worry,” Vasily told Ogata. “I’m not going to steal him from you.” Vasily paused, searching the words, his hand playing with Sugimoto’s ear. “Unless he wants me to.”
Ogata glanced at it, looking irritated. “Yeah?”
Vasily hummed, “It’s not like he’s your boyfriend, right?”
Sugimoto froze under Vasily’s hand, then said, “I think it’s-”
“He is,” Ogata snapped.
Sugimoto’s head whipped towards him. “Huh?”
Ogata looked down, saying with a frown, “You are.”
Sugimoto covered his face with his hands and groaned. “You can’t take it back,” he mumbled, his ears bright red.
Ogata scowled, his face turning a little pink, and Vasily chuckled. He shot a glare in Vasily’s direction. “Why are you still here?”
Vasily shrugged. “Aren’t you the one who said I could stay.”
“Now I’m saying you should fuck off,” Ogata told him in accented Russian. At Vasily’s surprised expression, he repeated, “Fuck off.”
“Don’t go,” Sugimoto caught Vasily’s wrist as he got up. “He’s so honest when you’re here.” Sugimoto pleaded with his big eyes. “You should be here all the time.”
“Hey!”
“It’s true!”
Vasily laughed, watching the two men bicker.
Maybe he’d be here for a while.