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Kouji's mind was still reeling, the sound of his brother's voice echoing through his head, repeating again and again until the suddenly silent room faded away and all he could hear was Kouichi's embarrassed confession.
"Oh?" Takuya said before Kouji could even react. "That sounds fun."
Kouji blinked.
He couldn't understand what Takuya meant by that. It didn't make sense.
"Can it be my turn?" his boyfriend asked, sounding worryingly eager. "Can I dare Kouichi?"
That wasn't how the game worked, didn't follow the rules they'd started with, but no one argued when Takuya set his eyes on Kouichi and said, voice laced with determination, "Do it. I dare you to do it. You wanna kiss him and touch him, so do it." No one argued, no one protested, no one spoke a single word.
Kouji tried to speak, to protest, but he couldn't get the words out.
His twin stared at Takuya for a long time, and no one said a word, and then Kouichi finally mumbled, "Right now?"
Takuya wrapped an arm around Kouji's shoulder and yanked him to his side, and Kouji went boneless under the pressure. "I don't see why not," he added with a shrug. His other hand tugged at Kouji's shirt, pushing it up and running his fingers over his belly. "I think he'd like it, don't you?" He didn't pause for anyone to respond. "So come on, Kouichi, do it."
His twin gulped, and after one last moment of hesitation, he crawled across the circle toward them, stopping right in front of them. "Really?"
With a laugh, Takuya brought Kouji onto his lap, then spread his legs so he settled between his thighs, his back to Takuya's chest, his ass to his boyfriend's groin. There was already a hard pressure there, and Kouji gasped at the realization of just how into this Takuya was.
Anticipation and dread flooded Kouji's veins, but another gasp flew from his lips the moment Takuya's hands found his waistline, then tugged open his jeans. He revealed his underwear, then shoved them both down, pushing them over his ass so his half-hard cock was on display for the entire room and their circle of friends. Takuya touched him like that, played with him, made him harder, and Kouji couldn't help but whine at the blatant teasing.
Kouichi paused half a meter away, right in front of them but still painstakingly distant, and he stayed there, hesitating.
At least someone was hesitating.
Takuya wasn't.
"Help take them off," he said to Kouichi, half a request and half an order, as he deliberately stroked Kouji's growing erection. His other hand tugged up his shirt, slowly revealing his stomach and then his chest and then Kouji leaned forward so his boyfriend could remove it entirely. "See how excited he is…"
Kouji swallowed.
He was excited, but he was scared too. Everyone was watching them undress him and he was nervous and embarrassed and ashamed, but he stifled a whimper when Kouichi's hands clutched his bunched-up pants and underwear and shimmied and lifted his legs one after the other so Kouichi could take them off more easily—and then Kouichi, his brother, his twin, was between his thighs, intoxicatingly close, staring at his hard cock in Takuya's firm grip. Kouji's breath hitched, and his thoughts spiraled, and Takuya tucked his chin over his shoulder with a devious smirk.
"Come on, touch him," he taunted, amusement lacing his voice, and his cock throbbed against Kouji's backside.
"D-don't," Kouji finally managed to gasp out.
They were already long past the point they should've stopped, but if Kouichi's hands or lips or anything actually touched him like this, they couldn't turn back. They wouldn't be able to pretend it was just a dumb game and Takuya was just fucking around, being funny and all that. They wouldn't be able to take it back.
"I dunno," Kouichi mumbled, eyes downcast.
Takuya hummed thoughtfully and stroked Kouji's cock with a careful, meticulous rhythm. "But I do…and I know how much he'll like it." His voice dropped low, like a secret. "I know how close to you he wants to be, how much he thinks about you, how ashamed he feels afterward. He wants you to touch him, he's just scared."
Yes, he was scared, but the way Takuya said it was enticing, and not entirely wrong. He'd always had thoughts, but he'd never voiced them, and he'd never imagined they'd come to fruition, never even pictured something this extreme or explicit.
His cock pulsed in Takuya's hand, and Kouji whimpered.
"See?" Takuya chuckled. "So excited just thinking about it."
In front of him, Kouichi took a shaky breath and scooted forward, closing the distance between them. As Takuya released his cock and stretched his legs farther apart, Kouichi eased between those legs and reached out to touch him.
Gentle fingers grazed over his chest, trailed from one sensitive nipple to the other, then down. They glided along the line down his chest, paused at his belly button, then slid down to his groin. They explored around his hard cock, traced the edge of his balls, slipped lower to press his finger pads to Kouji's puckered hole, dragging a hiss of surprise from Kouji's lips.
"Feels good, huh?" Takuya rumbled nearby.
Kouji couldn't answer.
Those fingers curled around his hard cock, and all thought fled his brain. The world was nothing but Kouichi's hand caressing his cock.
"Say it," a voice growled in his ear.
Say what? How was he supposed to speak when his entire world was upside-down?
He opened his mouth, but nothing intelligible came out. It was pants and gasps and whines as a soft voice reverently murmured his name over and over and over.
Then, wet heat overwhelmed his senses.
It took a second to focus his eyes and register that was his brother's face between his thighs and his brother's mouth wrapping around his cockhead. Kouichi was suckling on him, his mouth slow and cautious, like he was scared he'd frighten him, but eager. Kouichi was suckling on him, and it felt so different from Takuya's relentless mouth and it felt so good.
He tried to speak again, tried to say something, and he barely managed to pant, "Nii-san!"
Kouichi sucked harder.
It only took a moment for the overwhelming euphoria to hit, and Kouji cried out and slumped back against his boyfriend's chest. But Kouichi didn't stop, he kept going, kept sucking, and all Kouji could do was lie there, legs twitching with each broken heaving breath, as his twin devoured him so thoroughly.
"Nnnnhh…" He swallowed, wetting his parched throat. "Mhmm, Nii-san, ahhh. T-too much, please."
But Takuya pushed three fingers into his mouth and he couldn't speak anymore.
"Suck," Takuya instructed, and Kouji couldn't tell which of them he was talking to, but he obliged all the same, wetting his boyfriend's fingers, coating them with his saliva for what, he now realized, was coming next.
When the fingers withdrew, he shifted and shimmied to give him better access, and Takuya slid his slick fingers between his cheeks and pressed the tips to his tight hole. That was all the warning he had before two of them breached at once, pressing knuckle-deep, his body burning at the sudden, harsh stretch.
A sharp cry flew from his lips.
It was too much, and the combination was even worse. Kouichi kept suckling on his half-hard cock, and Takuya fucked him lazily with his fingers, and everything was too much. It hurt, and it stung, and it felt fucking fantastic.
Slowly, Kouichi pulled away, and Kouji couldn't help a desperate whine at the separation. He rose from where he was hunched over Kouji's groin and pushed forward again, this time intoxicatingly close to Kouji's face.
It wasn't close enough.
His lips found one peaked nipple, then the next. He lavished them with attention, suckled on each tip like it was a meal in and of itself, scraped his teeth along the edges, nipped at the buds, and Kouji couldn't stop moaning at the attention. His boyfriend was stretching him open, fucking him with fervor, and his brother was practically worshipping his body, and their friends were watching in painful silence, and Kouji…Kouji could feel himself getting hard again, his cock twitching in response to the constant stimulation.
A third finger joined the first two, and Kouji sobbed as he was stretched wider. Takuya's teeth sank into his bare shoulder; he sucked hard on the flesh there, then moved closer to his face, laved the place where his shoulder and neck met, bit down on the sensitive skin, and Kouji could feel hot tears streaming down his face.
Finally, Kouichi pulled away from his chest and met his gaze, stared at him, searching his eyes for something.
"Nii-san," he gasped out. "I d-don't—" He licked his lips, trying to focus his thoughts into one coherent idea. "We can't, we shouldn't…"
His brother watched him, considered him, faltering.
"Kouichi," Takuya rumbled after his mouth popped free, drawing his brother's attention. "He's ready for you."
Kouji frowned.
Who was ready for what?
And then, Takuya's fingers pressed deeper, pressed forward, and Kouji moaned at the top of his lungs, his brain turning to mush under the immeasurable pleasure that touch provided. He tried to stifle the sound, to hide his shame, but it was too good. It was all he could think about.
"I…" Kouichi was closer now, centimeters from his face. "I'm going to kiss you now."
Kouji blinked tears. "N-no, don't—"
Hesitant lips met his, and Kouji moaned into the kiss, opened his mouth to his brother's careful exploration, and reciprocated. A hand cupped his cheek, and he leaned into it, leaned into the touch and the kiss, melted into the tender embrace like it was the only thing that existed. He wasn't sure he wanted anything else to exist.
Another hand found his thigh, slid underneath to lift it so Kouichi could settle closer to him, and a second hand—Takuya's free one—guided his leg up onto Kouichi's shoulder, spreading him open.
Realization hit him all of a sudden.
"No," he cried out as he broke away from the kiss. "Don't, don't!"
Kouichi didn't seem to hear him, didn't even react to his words.
"No, don't do it, I don't want—"
He lined up his cock—when had he even pulled it out?—and Takuya's fingers slid free and he pushed in, the tip popping inside with one firm thrust. Kouji whimpered, his body shuddering, and Takuya, his other hand free now, lifted his other leg over Kouichi's other shoulder, and Kouichi delved farther inside. Like this, he was smashed between his boyfriend and his brother, his legs and chest sandwiched together, and he knew how deep Kouichi could go if he wanted to.
"No, no, no," Kouji tried to say, the words repeating to the same rhythm as his brother's slow, shallow thrusts. "Ngh, no, nnhhhhh…"
"Shhh," Takuya whispered in his ear, his voice soft, reassuring. "Relax, babe. It feels good, doesn't it?"
It did.
He hated that it did, hated that he liked it, but it felt so good. He wanted Kouichi deeper, wanted to feel all of him. He wanted Kouichi to kiss him again, to taste his mouth like he'd always wondered about—and that kiss earlier hadn't sated his curiosity.
"You look so fucking hot like this," Takuya rumbled, the vibrations radiating through his rib cage. "You're gonna look so good when you come again."
He could barely look down at his own groin, as his cock trapped between his thighs, between his brother's abdomen and his own, but he was hard and shimmering with Kouichi's saliva, and he was leaking. His body was already on edge, ready to hit that peak again, and a chill ran down his spine at that thought.
"N-Nii-san, stop," he whined. "Stop, stop, out!"
"I-I…" Kouichi licked his lips, but his eyes held Kouji's with sheer determination. "I've wanted this since I first saw you, wanted to know what it was like to be close to you."
He pressed a little deeper, and Kouji moaned, eyes rolling back.
"I didn't realize." Kouichi pressed his lips to his jaw, whispering the words against his skin. "I didn't understand, but I wanted. I can't stop wanting. I've tried."
His mouth trailed down Kouji's jawline until he found his chin, and Kouji whimpered, and then Kouichi's mouth was on his again, kissing him with a fiery fervor he hadn't previously possessed. Kouji kissed him back, slid his tongue out to meet his brother's, and moaned as their tongues danced between their lips.
Kouichi had wanted to be close to him for so long. Kouji had wanted to be close to him too.
They could never be closer than this, could never be closer than their tongues inside each other's mouths and Kouichi's cock inside his tight hole. They could never be closer than they were now with Takuya, his embarrassingly eager boyfriend, encouraging their connection, emotional and physical.
Kouji's teeth found his brother's bottom lip, and he nipped at it, and his arms encircled Kouichi's neck, drawing him closer, pulling him deeper into him. Kouichi's cock slid deeper too, and Kouji's entire body shook when his cock hit that over-sensitive spot.
"Lay back."
He didn't register until Kouichi was sliding down onto his back, pulling Kouji with him, that Takuya hadn't said that to him.
On top of Kouichi, his legs were stretched out so far it hurt, but Takuya's hands found his thighs and he helped him adjust, helped him so his legs were to the side, supporting him instead of exhausting him. He guided his movements and his position, making it as comfortable as possible, leaving Kouji with no worries and no need to do anything but kiss Kouichi with all the desperation of every cell in his body.
Takuya's calloused hands found his hips next, and he kept up a careful rhythm, pushing him down on Kouichi's cock, slowly thrusting deeper and deeper. Kouji moaned through the fiery kisses.
But then, something found the place where he and Kouichi met, and the world blurred.
It was Takuya.
He was eager, yes, and he was greedy.
Kouji's vision clouded and he sobbed into Kouichi's mouth and their rhythm faltered as Takuya shoved his way between Kouichi's legs and pressed his cock to where their bodies met and pushed in with the next thrust, as Takuya finally did more than just encourage and direct their connection.
He'd never been stretched this wide before.
Takuya was bigger than Kouichi, thicker at least, and Kouichi had already been big enough. With both of them inside, he couldn't breathe. His body ached, his entrance burning where they didn't really fit, but they pushed in anyway, the rhythm devolving into a panicked, sputtering mess. Now, it was rough and hard and wild. He was dizzy but no less enthusiastic as he kissed Kouichi, wet and sloppy and frantic.
A deep thrust hit his sensitive spot head-on, and then he couldn't kiss anymore.
Everything turned white.
Kouichi was still kissing him, still exploring his mouth, and he and Takuya were still thrusting into him, strikingly hard, when everything came back into focus. He couldn't move. He could barely reciprocate the kiss, tears streaming freely, dripping down onto Kouichi's face too. He could only leave himself at their mercy and wait for them to finish with him, to finish inside him.
So he waited.
Kouichi finished first, his hips stuttering, and then, Takuya's thrusts were smoother, and then, he drove deeper still and came to a sudden stop. He curled down around Kouji's back and pressed slobbery kisses to his spine with a pleased groan.
Kouji took a broken breath and focused on one thing after another, slowly registering the world around them.
His stomach was sealed to the front of Kouichi's T-shirt, sticky with his own cum, and Takuya's and Kouichi's softening cocks were still inside him, had just filled him with their cum. They were wrapped around him, holding him between them, and Kouichi…his brother was still kissing him, slowly, softly, affectionately, and Kouji kissed him back in the same lazy way.
They were a mess together on Kouichi's bedroom floor, and unless they'd moved, unless they'd left, then Junpei, Izumi, and Tomoki were still there around them, watching them. They'd seen the whole thing, they'd heard Kouichi's confession and Takuya's proposition, they'd watched Takuya manhandle him and Kouichi take him up on his offer. They'd watched Kouichi kiss him and touch him, watched Kouichi go down on him, watched Kouichi fuck him. They'd watched him get fucked by his brother, and by his brother and his boyfriend. They'd watched him come, watched him enjoy it. They'd seen how much he wanted it.
Kouji would never be able to look any of them in the eyes again. He wouldn't be able to look Kouichi or Takuya in the eyes again either.
He wouldn't be able to leave his house, even for a second.
Takuya pulled out first, and Kouji could feel how much cum slopped out with him, and tears pricked his eyes all over again.
"Mmmmm," Takuya said, arousal evident in his tone.
He was watching the cum leak from Kouji's hole, as he always did. Kouji's stomach ached at the thought, and he finally broke the kiss.
Takuya's hand squeezed his ass cheek. "You should go down on him, babe. He deserves an exceptional blowjob for his patience, don't you think?" His other hand found Kouji's other cheek, and he squeezed both cheeks at once as Kouichi's soft cock finally slid out of him. "You're so good at deepthroating. He'd like that."
Kouji buried his face into Kouichi's chest, the fabric of shirt soaking up his slobber and tears.
Shaky fingers threaded through his hair, tugging the hair tie free. "I…I can't explain." Kouichi slowly let out a deep breath. "I wanna be close to you all the time. Kouji, you're all I've ever wanted."
Takuya's fingers dug into his ass. "Fuck, babe, you gotta now."
"Kouji…"
"You can bury your face in his crotch, and he can hold your hair and fuck your throat so hard. You look so good like that. He needs to see you like that."
Kouichi's cock pulsed against his groin, and Takuya pressed his half-hard cock against the slick cleft of his ass, and Kouji whimpered. He was exhausted, his body sore and tired, unable to handle any more of this, but Kouichi was already hard from Takuya's words, from thinking about it, and Takuya was getting hard too, wouldn't be able to resist playing with him while his brother fucked his mouth, and Kouji wasn't sure he'd be able to say no, was nearly certain they wouldn't listen if he did.
"Please…"
He wasn't sure if he was asking for them to leave him alone, for them not to touch him anymore, for them to stop before they'd even started. Or if he was asking for them to do what they pleased with him, for them to stop talking about it and fuck him again already. He wasn't sure, but it didn't matter.