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how did he get here? a low light hotel room, writhing in between two pairs of arms - a soft voice whispering all sorts of words into his ear, a hand coaxing moans out of him.
there's some soft laughter at his quiet whining, a mumble and it's from Wataru -he thinks- next to him, "my, my, this is far too easy." a whimper drags out of him at that, and tatsumi tries to stay silent after. god, god, his head feels fuzzy from the buzz of alcohol, a hand creeps up his torso to grope at him.
his focus keeps straying, because it's all so dizzying, sensations from good to even better coursing over him like waves and none of them are enough. the touches are all like ghosts. again, he tries to focus on how he got here, on the bed, back against the chest of a certain blue haired - his mind supplies him this before anything else- demon, hands roaming over him so tender in their exploration he could've wept.
he might be weeping. maybe that's the reason the soft whispers in his ears, half encouragement, half teasing questions don't stop. a low buzzing voice, and it reminds him of how an angels voice must reverberate with soft power.
and then so much of the sensation stops - and tatsumi can't keep the long, pitiful whine snaking from his throat. oh, and eichis the one laughing at that, but he could swear on the fact that wataru's lips curve up behind him.
"kazehaya-san, are you sure you want to keep going?" it's serious, now. tatsumi doesn't want to be pulled out of the pleasurable haze, not yet. but-
he's being tempted down to hell, isn't he? he's already fallen, god may yet turn his back.
how did he get here? sipping at wine in a private meet-up with eichi and wataru - he doesn't want to remember any further than that. the sensation of eichi whispering into his ear, a quiet proposition. wataru's catlike smile. he wonders if their almost biblical love had always had a more demonic tint to it, if his outside perspective had had a tinge of romanticism.
he doesn't want to remember any further, accept the world outside of this impersonal hotel room as real. eichi's hand is in his hair, caressing it like it was a relic.
tatsumi wishes it were longer, so that eichi could run his hands through it, and is surprised at the thought. he had cut it for good reason.
wataru's hands trace repetitive circles on his bare stomach, and hyper awareness of those cool fingers wasn't helping his thoughts. rolling and flipping, eventually coming to a certain confusing conclusion.
he wants wataru's hands inside of him, slick red and oh, no.
this is probably some kind of punishment from god, for his sinful mind. like a test, to see what he would do. he is only a man, and against sin he is weak, far weaker than he had been raised to be.
"please, i want, i want-" he bites his lip in shame, and breaks the skin for his troubles. watarus hand comes up and swipes the blood with a finger, offering it up to eichi. tatsumi closes his eyes for a second, but he can feel the way the mattress dips as eichi shifts closer.
"kazehaya-kun should be more specific, or else we might just leave you here." he's too far gone to understand just who says that, but the voice has a teasing lilt.
a desperate mewl draws from him, and tatsumi flushes with the knowledge he's making that sound. it breaks his resolve, already tenuous but pushed over the brink.
"ahh, please- i want you, i want this to keep going, please. " there's a desperate arousal in his voice, and he's practically crying with need. temptation too great for one man to bear, and it's burning him up from the inside.
from behind him, "mhmm, so tatsumi-kun just wants to stay like this for the rest of the night? just cuddling is so cute, but aren't you a bit too… desperate for something so small?" wataru’s voice is something tatsumi can’t put into words, but he understands how the devil works. these things are not so different.
they want him to admit to it, like some sort of confession. if his mind was just slightly less clouded, he'd have hesitated but as is, "...more, please, more than just that," another breathless gasp, wataru pressing a gentle kiss just behind his ear, "i need- ah, please, i want to have sex with you- both of you-" he only gets those words out before eichi is kissing him and his mouth is pliant for him.
when eichi does pull away, a sinful and long moan escapes tatsumi - wataru biting at his neck hard only dragging it out to a breathless extent. tatsumi thinks he must be weeping by now, from the sensations.
eichi is laughing above him, although tatsumi thinks it might not be mean-spirited as it sounds. but it does send a thrill of humiliation through him, and a distant pang of guilt from that.
he can't dwell, though. eichi drives a slick finger into him as wataru removes a hand from where they'd been fondling his nipples just to gag him on those long fingers. he sucks obediently, little mewls and other incoherent noises escaping him.
distantly, he notes what eichi and wataru are talking about above him, now they've maneuvered his head down onto watarus lap - legs kept spread for eichi.
"ahh, eichi, he'd make such a cute pet… he's almost like a dog, or some sort of love-sick puppy!"
"don't be so cruel wataru, or, well, i would say that. if i didn't see the resemblance, that is."
there's a smile in his voice, but tatsumi really can't focus on anything but the fingers playing with his mouth. he's just falling backwards into their pleasurable temptation. in the end, he can't even regret it. not when his body arcs with the sinful pleasure - he can understand why adam and eve would have bitten the fruit.