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Ritsuka was getting married tomorrow. Sure, it wouldn’t be officiated, or legally binding. He had two grooms. Their only option for a wedding was a handfasting ceremony, but the raven haired, blue eyed man gave zero fucks about the technicalities. It was their big day and Ritsuka couldn’t wait to be their husband. Wife? Yuki had teased him just that morning, Mafuyu nodding sagely in agreement before the three parted ways for the day. All of them were busy with work and some last minute errands that needed to be completed before their honeymoon. Ritsuka twisted the ring his boyfriends had given him when they proposed, his nerves threatening to get the better of him. It might have something to do with the intimidating building the brunet stood outside of.

Ritsuka knew he was being ridiculous. It was just a shopping centre. It wasn’t just any shopping centre though. Ginza Six in Ikebukuro was all high-end, luxury boutiques and though he made enough to justify shopping here, the brunet couldn’t help feeling a little bit out of place. Besides a few nice staples, like his Burberry trench coat and Armani suit, most of Ritsuka’s wardrobe came from the mall near his house. It was nothing like this shining, glittering, thirteen floor complex. Thank the gods he wasn’t shopping alone. Hearing the call of his name, Ritsuka braced himself for impact as an auburn haired, blue eyed man slammed into him at speed, hugging him tightly. In the year since he’d been engaged, the brunet had experienced several changes in his life.

The biggest one was meeting his second cousin; Koi Akashita. It had been a coincidence, but on the scale of weird flukes, this one had taken the cake. Ritsuka had accepted the position of future manager at the bakery and a few weeks later, he was introduced to the owner. Yushin Nishimura, who looked like an older, more elegant version of himself, was Koi’s uncle and, it turned out, his mother’s cousin. Uncle Yushin (the man had insisted that Ritsuka refer to him as such) was also married to Yuki’s father, Kenji Yoshida. It was, in his humble opinion, a romantic tale. According to Koi, the couple defied their families wishes and ran away together, eloping the same day that his uncle turned eighteen. Ritsuka’s mom saw her cousin’s marriage as a shameful scandal.

One the Nishimura clan could never recover from, so his mother made the decision to distance herself from them. In her words, she didn’t want her cousin’s unnatural lifestyle to influence her own children. Ritsuka’s decision to cut all contact with his parents after their hostile reaction to his engagement may have been partially fuelled by his anger towards them for keeping him in the dark about the Nishimuras. Uncle Yushin and his parents, Koiji and Aisling, had welcomed him warmly and so had the man in his arms. Koi was his age and had swiftly become one of Ritsuka’s closest confidants. The brunet couldn’t explain it. They’d only met eleven months ago, but it felt like years. Ritsuka and Koi just clicked. It certainly helped with their working relationship.

The bakery had always been popular, but the shop saw a massive surge in sales after Ritsuka had joined the team. Since he spent most of his shifts in the kitchen, the brunet had no real clue about his impact on the numbers. Uncle Yushin had laid it all out for him during their first meeting and then proceeded to give Ritsuka a harsh reality check regarding the manager’s position. The work involved was vast; too much for one person, especially when said person was also the baker who brought in the most business. Promoting Ritsuka would harm their profits, so Uncle Yushin came up with a compromise; a co-manager. Koi couldn’t bake to save his life, but his cousin was super smart and had a great sense for business. Together, the two of them made the perfect team.

“Sorry I’m late,” Koi greeted him. “I forgot the samples for our new order forms at the printers and had to turn back around. That would have been a disaster.”

“Can I see them?” Ritsuka asked, eyeing his cousin’s briefcase eagerly.

The new order forms were a project they were both passionate about. The current manager was very oldschool when it came to running things. Fortunately, Uncle Yushin was a very big fan of efficiency and gave them the green light for the order forms.

“Shopping first,” Koi admonished, taking his arm. “Come on. I won’t let the vultures get you.”

Ritsuka instantly relaxed. The Nishimura clan was obscenely rich and having grown up amongst that wealth, Koi was used to shopping in places like these. It showed as his cousin walked in like he owned the joint. It was not, he reflected, outside the realm of possibilities when it came to his powerful clan. The Nishimuras had their hands in countless cookie jars (Koi’s words, not his) and Ritsuka couldn’t have been more grateful as his cousin steered him through the chaos of his own making. The brunet had no one but himself to blame for his current location and the predicament that came with it. Okay, maybe Ritsuka still blamed Akihiko a little, but that was beside the point and the drummer for his band certainly couldn’t be held responsible for his procrastination.

Ritsuka was the one who’d toyed with the idea of wearing something special for his husbands on their wedding night. He was the one who browsed his favourite shop for such attire and decided that their selection wouldn’t suit his needs. He was also the one who’d been delaying this trip for as long as possible and now, Ritsuka was out of time. He needed to find something today, or he’d be spending his wedding night naked. Not that his lovers would complain, but Ritsuka had been dreaming about this since he’d met them back in highschool. Now that it was actually happening, he wanted it to be perfect. Koi graciously came to his rescue. One of the secrets they shared was a mutual love for lingerie, so Ritsuka was unsurprised that his cousin had found something.

He was not expecting it to be the one.

“This one,” Koi said, leading him over to a very fancy display window. “I saw this last week and immediately thought of you. What do you think? It even matches the shoes you bought.”

Ritsuka couldn’t speak; his mouth was attempting to become besties with the floor. He knew that Koi had an almost supernatural knack for knowing exactly what he wanted, but Ritsuka thought this might be pushing it. It was almost as if the redhead had manifested the very image that had been floating around in his brain for months. The white lace babydoll with a satin, corset style bodice was everything. From the full front lace panties, down to the sheer, thigh-length skirt, the embroidery hinting at freshly fallen snow. Tiny beads of crystal decorated the hem and bodice, giving the set a subtle sparkle. The garter was fashioned from those same beads and thin gold chains decorated with miniscule snowflakes were attached to sheer, thigh-high stockings.

“Do you want to try it on?” his cousin queried with a knowing smirk.

Ritsuka let him gloat. Koi had earned it.

“Are they open?” he asked, spying the security gate, which still barred the shop’s entrance.

“No,” Koi said, taking out his phone. “I called ahead for an appointment and when they heard the owner’s future son-in-law wanted to shop for his wedding, they suggested this time slot. They’re normally closed until noon on Wednesdays, so we’ll have the whole store to ourselves.”

Ritsuka spluttered. Yuki’s dad owned this place? They had the whole store to themselves?!

“Didn’t I tell you?” his cousin asked. “Uncle Kenji bought this place so Uncle Yushin could shop for this stuff without getting weird looks from customers and staff members.”

Ritsuka flushed. Dressing up was a family trait then? He didn’t know if that made him feel better or not, but he did appreciate not having to worry about what the people around him thought. Being in a successful band still hadn’t cured Ue of his intense dislike for being in the spotlight. Koi greeted the girl who opened the gate for them by name. Hana, he learned, was the assistant manager and would be helping them this morning, along with two other girls, Noa and Shiori. He looks so much like Mr Nishimura, Ritsuka heard one of them giggle and his blush returned. Koi heard them too and rolled his eyes, but it was Hana who came to his rescue this time, raising her voice as she congratulated him on his upcoming marriage. Ritsuka smiled, thanking her.

“Do you have your measurements?” Hana asked.

Ritsuka nodded, handing her a card with his measurements. He’d learned the hard way during his suit fitting that it was better to be prepared. Koi took over from there, informing Hana that their purchases would be on his account, but also asking them to add Ritsuka into the system. He tried to protest, but his cousin wasn’t having it. It’s my wedding gift to you. Koi also requested that the set from the display window be tried on first. Hana invited them to have a look around while she got everything sorted. Koi practically dragged him through the shop, pausing to consider several lingerie sets, his brows furrowed in concentration. Now that he was calmer, Ritsuka couldn’t help noticing the upturn in his cousin’s mood. Koi was almost floating through the store.

“Did you get some good news?” Ritsuka queried.

“My boyfriend is flying in this morning,” Koi explained, shooting him a pleading look. “Can you help me pick something? I haven’t seen him in six months and I want to surprise him.”

“Six months?” he whistled.

“I’m used to it,” his cousin said. “I’m in Japan most of the time, but he works all over the world. He managed to book a few weeks off when Yuki invited him to the wedding, so I’ll get to spend some time with him while you’re on your honeymoon. I’m not complaining.”

Radiant was the only way he could describe the redhead’s smile.

“Yuki knows your boyfriend?” Ritsuka asked.

“I’d certainly hope so,” Koi giggled. “I’m dating his brother.”

Huh?! Koi was dating Kaza?! Another point for freaky family flukes. Ritsuka knew very little about Yuki’s brother. He’d never met the guy. Due to an agreement between his parents and grandparents, Yuki didn’t get to see his father often, but saw his brother even less. Ritsuka knew Kaza was older, but only because the Yoshidas believed in that ‘heir and a spare’ bullshit.

“So I’ll get to meet him?” Ritsuka asked, excitement flooding him.

“You haven’t yet?” Koi sounded surprised.

“No, I haven’t,” the brunet said.

“I have some good news for you then,” his cousin said, his blue eyes twinkling. “Kaza is coming into the bakery this evening. I’ll make sure to introduce you.”

“Yuki and Mafuyu are too,” Ritsuka said. “Hey, why don’t we all go out for dinner tonight?”

“That’s a great idea,” Koi enthused. “This one maybe?”

Ritsuka considered the silky purple negligee for a moment and then shook his head. Koi’s tastes in lingerie were a little more conservative than his own, but he’d seen something in the window display that just screamed ‘Koi’. It was a navy blue number, far riskier than anything the redhead had ever worn before, but the gold buttons decorating the piece had given Ritsuka a wicked idea. Like the brunet had anticipated, Koi eyed his choice with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

“I don’t know, Ritsuka,” Koi bit his lip. “You don’t think it’s too… provocative?”

“You’re asking the wrong person,” Ritsuka chuckled, thinking about his naughty trunk at home. “Please just try it on? I swear that I’m going somewhere with this.”

“Alright,” his cousin agreed. “I trust you.”

Ritsuka ignored Koi’s tone, which indicated that he might not enjoy that privilege much longer. The redhead was the ‘seeing is believing’ type. It was up to him to prove that his tastes were not (at least in this case) questionable. Hana came to inform them that their change room was ready and Ritsuka asked for the blue set in his cousin’s size. As the woman went to fetch the requested item, Noa and Shiori directed them to the back of the store. The change room was much fancier than Ritsuka was expecting. The partition was huge and offered plenty of privacy. Mirrors made up most of the walls, allowing customers to view themselves at multiple angles. Next to a plush looking couch was a large vase of silk flowers. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling.

“Can we offer you refreshments?” Noa asked. “Coffee? Tea? Champagne?”

Koi chose mint tea, while Ritsuka happily accepted a cup of coffee. It was delicious and he was just about to ask which blend they used when Hana appeared with the blue set. We’ll leave you to try these on. Don’t hesitate to ask if you need assistance. In the meantime, is there anything else that we can pull for you? Ritsuka had planned to purchase more than one set today, but knowing it would be on Koi’s account made him hesitate. Like he’d read his mind, his cousin snorted and politely asked the three to choose some things for the brunet. Hana asked Ritsuka a few questions about his groom. She didn’t bat an eye when he informed her that he had two grooms. He showed the women a picture of his husbands-to-be, describing their tastes and favourite colours.

“I already have ideas,” Shiori remarked.

“Is there anything that you won’t wear?” Noa asked.

“I’m not a fan of fishnets,” Ritsuka informed them, “and I prefer a fuller front for bottoms.”

Ritsuka didn’t miss their split-second glance below his waistline. Hana didn’t either and shooed them out of the change room, promising to return with some recommendations. Koi snickered the moment they were alone. I guess you inherited more than Uncle Yushin’s looks. Hana keeps me up to date with all the juicy gossip. The man doesn’t even try and most of the employees want him to dick them down. I imagine that I’ll be hearing about you in the coming weeks. Ritsuka released a strangled noise, but continued undressing. They still had their shift at the bakery this afternoon and he wanted to grab lunch with Koi before they threw themselves into that chaos. It was fifty percent off all seasonal goods today; a special the shop had been offering since it opened.

“That is gorgeous on you,” Koi smiled softly. “Did you bring your shoes?”

Ritsuka nodded, retrieving the shoebox that held the white lace, glittering stilettos he’d bought on a whim last month. He had already decided the moment the fabric touched his skin that he would never buy lingerie from another store again. With some of his other sets, there were often small details that caused discomfort. Sometimes the fabric was a little itchy in places. Sometimes the fit wasn’t right. Sometimes the material snagged in odd places. The white babydoll fit Ritsuka like a second skin, but the piece was so light and airy, it felt like he was wearing nothing. Slipping into the shoes, the brunet gave a little twirl, admiring the subtle shimmer of the material as it floated around his thighs. Guess there was something to be said for shopping high-end after all.

“Do you think they’ll like it?” Ritsuka asked, his insecurities rearing their ugly heads.

Ingrained self doubt was another trait the two cousins shared.

“They’re not going to be able to keep their hands off of you,” Koi assured him.

Ritsuka thanked him and went to change back into his clothes. It was his turn to help Koi remind his boyfriend what he’d been missing out on. He had a plan and he enacted it as the redhead was changing into the racy little number he’d chosen for him. Ritsuka had long suspected that the too big, navy blue sweater with gold buttons that Koi wore on a near daily basis might belong to the redhead’s boyfriend. He’d probably stolen it from Kaza at some point, wanting to have some part of his lover with him when they were separated. Hearing his cousin’s quiet footfalls, he glanced up and grinned when he saw how flushed Koi looked. The corset with a sweetheart neckline and peekaboo panels barely brushed the redhead’s midriff. Gold buttons held the top together.

The panties resembled a small pair of shorts, blue lace and gold buttons decorating the seams that ran down Koi’s hips. Simple straps with gold clips held the silken, thigh-high stockings in place. Ritsuka sensed the redhead’s discomfort as he glanced at himself in the mirror and brought him the sweater, holding it open. He could feel the tension drain from Koi’s shoulders as the redhead slipped his arms into the familiar garment. The sweater matched the lingerie perfectly; everything from the colour, to the gold buttons. Ritsuka refrained from gloating as a tentative smile touched Koi’s lips. It was time for phase two. Come here. Give me your phone and then sit on the couch. His cousin shot him a questioning look, but handed Ritsuka his phone and sat as instructed.

“Cross your leg there,” Ritsuka said, easing the sweater off his shoulders. “Just like that.”

He brought up the camera, framing the redhead.

“You’re taking a picture?” Koi asked, his blush darkening.

“I could tell you how great you look,” he said, smiling when he found a good angle, “but it won’t mean much coming from me. I’m not the one you’re dressing up for.”

Koi bit his lip, looking up at him through his lashes. His cousin, much like his beloved Mafuyu, had one of those soft, innocent faces that unintentionally exuded a cute kind of sexiness. Ritsuka knew his red haired fiance utilized his cuteness as a weapon, but Koi hadn’t reached that level of self awareness yet. Snapping the photo, he handed his still blushing cousin his phone, giving him an encouraging smile. Still biting his lip, Koi brought up his Line and, taking a deep, steadying breath, he sent the picture. The response was almost immediate and made his cousin smile.

“What did he say?” Ritsuka asked.

“He said the flight is taking too long,” Koi said. “You can gloat now.”

Ritsuka did just that, but soon found himself back behind the partition as Hana, Noa and Shiori brought him no less than six sets to try on. He had to admit that the three women had excellent taste, but now he was torn. Ritsuka asked Koi for his opinion and his cousin’s solution was to ask Hana to package everything up, including the blue set that the brunet had chosen for him. Ritsuka insisted that he at least be allowed to pay for Koi’s lingerie. He also offered to buy them lunch as they left the shop with several, brightly coloured packages. It’s going to be a chaotic day, so what are you in the mood for? Ritsuka asked, stowing their purchases in the trunk of Koi’s car.

“Ramen?” his cousin suggested.

“Sounds good,” he agreed.

“Welcome to Amai Yume,” Ritsuka greeted. “Can I help you find something?”

“Christmas Cakes?”

“Can we sample the sugar cookies?”

“Do you have anything with peppermint?”

“What’s a snickerdoodle?”

On and on it went; a never ending line of inquiries from patrons. Ritsuka stopped baking at three and since then, there had been a steady stream of customers, all of them eager to take advantage of Amai Yume’s annual Christmas sale. At one point, they’d been lined up around the block. Koi and Banri were manning the tills, while Ritsuka and Soma assisted patrons and packaged goods. By five o’clock, nearly everything was sold. That was a good thing. With Banri and Soma done for the day, it was up to Ritsuka and Koi to close the shop. For two hours, they divided their time between cleaning and serving customers. By the time the last baked good was sold, the pair were ready to collapse in an exhausted, sweaty heap. He was very glad they were going out to eat.

“I need water,” Koi said, wiping sweat from his brow. “You want a bottle?”

“Please,” Ritsuka said. “I’ll start closing out the tills.”

Koi nodded and disappeared through the employee door. Ritsuka printed the till reports, closing and locking up the trays. The manager would count them in the morning. He was just giving the counter a final wipe down when the bell above the shop door rang. Ritsuka had flipped the open sign, but left the door unlocked, expecting Yuki and Mafuyu (and Kaza) to arrive any minute. His breath caught in his throat as his blond fiance walked in. Was that a new suit? The classic black slacks, matching blazer, white dress shirt and dark red tie made Ritsuka blush. Yuki had recently been gaining more recognition for his art. His last show had been a resounding success and as a result, his husband-to-be had been updating his wardrobe. Ritsuka was so not complaining.

Yuki looked hot in a suit. He looked even better when Ritsuka was peeling off said suit one piece at a time. Even his lover’s tie had its purpose, though it certainly didn’t involve the blond’s neck. Shaking his head to clear it of anything inappropriate, Ritsuka came around the counter to greet Yuki, who was looking around curiously. His blond lover looked especially scrumptious tonight. Maybe it was the bouquet of red roses (his favourite), the stems tied with a gold ribbon. Seeing as there was no one else in the store, Ritsuka took advantage. Yuki turned at his approach, a smile forming on his lips. Taking hold of that red tie, the brunet gave a firm tug, pulling his fiance into a heated kiss. Yuki gasped, allowing Ritsuka to taste him. That’s when it dawned on him.

Something was horribly wrong. Yuki tasted like wine, but Ritsuka knew for a fact that the blond didn’t drink. His fiance hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol since his first year of high school, when a drunken mistake had almost led to his death. Yuki also wasn’t kissing him back. Hurt and more than a little confused over his fiance’s strange behaviour, Ritsuka released his grip on his lover’s tie and took a step back. Yuki’s expression, twisted with pure shock, his honey brown eyes wide, sent another ripple of hurt through the brunet. The shop bell rang again. Mafuyu and… Yuki? Ue blinked. He blinked again. Harder. Nope. The image before Ritsuka still hadn’t changed. 

Double Yuki.

“Koi?!”

Ritsuka (and everyone else) jumped at the loud shout. It took the brunet a full thirty seconds to realise that he was the one who'd shouted for his cousin. Koi came running from the back, water bottles in hand. Ritsuka? What’s wrong? Are you– oh! Coming around the counter, the redhead approached the suit-clad Yuki, accepting the roses and kissing the man’s cheek. I promised that I would introduce you, Koi said, motioning Ritsuka closer to the look-alike. This is my boyfriend, Kaza. Kaza, this is my second cousin, Ritsuka. Kaza. Yuki’s brother. Yuki’s twin brother. No one told him they were twins! Oh fuck! He’d kissed Yuki’s brother! Ritsuka, eyes darting between the Yoshida brothers, caught up in a mental spiral, blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“There’s two of you?!”

Ritsuka’s exclamation broke the silence. Mafuyu, sensing his distress, moved to his side and took his hand, squeezing his fingers comfortingly. Koi giggled quietly, like he couldn’t help himself. Yuki and Kaza glanced at each other, the latter lifting an eyebrow before grinning teasingly.

“Of course not,” Kaza scoffed. “I’m older and much better looking.”

“You’re older by two minutes,” Yuki grumbled.

“Notice he didn’t deny the better looking part,” his fiance’s twin stage-whispered, offering his hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Ritsuka. Yuki and Koi have told me a lot about you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Ritsuka said, blushing as he shook hands with his fiance’s brother. “Uh, sorry about kissing you. I thought… no one told me that you’re twins.”

“You never told him?” Koi demanded, his disbelief palpable. “You’ve known Ritsuka for what… four years? How did that not come up?”

“I swear I mentioned it!” Yuki exclaimed.

Ritsuka shook his head in denial. His shit memory aside, there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that he would forget such a monumental detail about Yuki’s family. Kaza chuckled quietly.

“No harm done. That was easily the nicest hello I’ve gotten all week.”

Ritsuka’s blush burned hotter.

“Are things that bad at work?” Koi asked, concerned.

“The usual idiots,” Kaza sighed. “I’m glad that I have some time off.”

“Speaking of time off,” Mafuyu said. “Are you two ready to leave? I made reservations.”

“We just need to lock up,” Ritsuka said.

Shooing their respective lovers out of the shop, Ritsuka and Koi doused the lights and locked up. After stowing Kaza’s luggage in Koi’s car (the brunet moved his own packages over to Yuki’s), the five split off, agreeing to meet at the restaurant. Ritsuka, still a little shocked over the twins fiasco, climbed into the backseat, needing a moment to catch his breath and sort out his thoughts. Yuki got behind the wheel, Mafuyu sitting with him in the front, giving the brunet the space that he needed. His red haired fiance soon handed over his iPod and headphones, asking Ritsuka to listen to the song he’d started writing a few days ago. It was the perfect distraction and he was eternally grateful. Listening to Mafuyu’s melody and beautiful voice calmed him swiftly.

“I love it,” Ritsuka told him. “Can we work on it during the honeymoon?”

“Only for a few hours,” Mafuyu said sternly, “and it will have to wait until we come home. I’m not spending our trip to Spain holed up in our hotel room with our guitars.”

Ritsuka refrained from pouting. Mafuyu was right. The three of them had originally planned to stay home for their honeymoon. The trip was a wedding gift from Yuki’s dad and Uncle Yushin. Grandfather Koiji and Grandmother Aisling had also contributed, letting them use the Nishimura ancestral home for the ceremony and reception. His grandmother was especially well versed in planning such events and Ritsuka had to admit that she had impeccable taste. It helped that she’d been a highly sought after wedding planner in her youth. Even now, though Grandmother Aisling had retired several years ago, the social elite still flocked to her for advice. Yuki’s grandparents were also involved in the planning stages, securing vendors through their many connections.

The only thing Ritsuka insisted on arranging was the music. Given and SYH would both perform at the reception, while Akihiko and Ugetsu would be playing their violins for the ceremony. His sister’s husband, Yatake, had asked one of his DJ friends to cover the reception, so they were all set on that end. Yayoi herself was going to be performing the handfasting. Ritsuka couldn’t think of anyone more suited. His sister had always supported him. She’d cried when he asked her, but that might have been the pregnancy hormones. Roughly six months after Ritsuka’s niece, Akemi, was born, Yayoi discovered that she was pregnant again. The newest addition to the Uenoyama family was expected sometime in June. Ritsuka was secretly hoping for a nephew this time.

“You okay to go in?” Yuki asked.

Ritsuka startled. They had arrived and he hadn’t even noticed. He nodded, handing Mafuyu his iPod and headphones back. Yuki exited the car and opened his door, offering his hand. Ritsuka blushed (he was a sucker for these kinds of gestures, both big and small) and allowed his fiance to assist him, stepping out of the toasty backseat into the cold winter air. Taking a look around to make sure they weren’t being watched, Yuki pressed a kiss to his lips, apologizing for the mix up with his brother. I really thought that I told you. Ritsuka assured him it was fine and even started to apologise for kissing Kaza, but Yuki wouldn’t hear it. It’s not your fault. I didn’t tell you about him, so how could you know? Just don’t make the same mistake during the wedding, okay?

Ritsuka and Mafuyu both rolled their eyes at Yuki’s teasing.

“Any tips for telling those two apart?” he asked his red haired lover.

“Kaza is left-handed,” Mafuyu offered. “He also carries himself differently.”

Ritsuka started making mental notes, but then Mafuyu decided to drop a bombshell on him.

“They’re opposites in bed.”

The brunet spluttered, completely taken aback by his fiance’s confession.

“Oh yeah,” Yuki smirked. “I almost forgot about that.”

“About what?” Ritsuka demanded.

“Let’s just say that I’ve been between them,” Mafuyu snickered at what the brunet assumed was the gobsmacked expression on his face. “It was an interesting experience.”

“It was years ago,” Yuki added. “Back in high school. The four of us experimented–”

“Pardon me?” Ritsuka choked. “The four of you? You mean... Koi too?”

“Mhmm,” Mafuyu nodded. “Like I said; it was an interesting experience. It even helped us with our mutual attraction to you. Before that, we weren’t sure we could share a partner.”

Ritsuka didn’t know what was more disturbing. The fact that he and his cousin seemed to have the same taste in men, or that both of his lovers knew his cousin in the biblical sense. Keeping it all in the family just took on a whole new meaning. Perhaps it was the spark of jealousy brewing inside the brunet. He was on the kinky side. Part of him couldn’t help wondering what it might be like; being the spread between two slices of Yoshida. Ritsuka shook his head, giving himself a mental scolding. Bad me. Go stand in the corner and think about what you’ve… thought about. Inside his boardroom, his horny self shot him a scathing look, making a rude hand gesture.

“Enough about that,” Yuki said, steering them both towards the restaurant. “How was your day? Did you get everything done that you needed to?”

“Yeah,” Ritsuka said, latching onto the change in topic. “How about yours?”

“Kedama was safely delivered to mom,” Mafuyu said. “Yayoi and Grandpa Yoshida spent a few hours revising the ceremony script. You should have seen them. It was hilarious.”

“Grandmother was amused,” Yuki agreed. “Everything is packed for the honeymoon. I left some space in your bag like you asked. We also managed to get the fridge cleared out.”

“Thanks for that,” Ritsuka sighed, relieved. “I’m really beat.”

“Dinner, home and then sleep,” Mafuyu said. “We all need to be well rested for tomorrow.”

“We’re getting married,” Yuki said, sounding awed.

“That’s generally what happens after you propose,” Mafuyu deadpanned. “Or so I’ve heard.”

Ritsuka hid his smile as Yuki chased a giggling Mafuyu down the street. It was finally happening. Tomorrow, he would take the next step towards his future. Tomorrow, he would stand before their friends and families, committing himself to the men that he loved. Ritsuka couldn’t wait.

The ballroom at the Nishimura Estate had been transformed. The floor to ceiling windows that made up most of the walls on either side had been strung with garlands of red and white roses. Glass spheres with tiny tea lights inside were strung from the branches of potted cherry blossom trees. The blooms were white, sticking with the winter theme of the wedding. Their guest list was small, less than fifty people, so the ceremony would also be held in the ballroom. Small round tables were draped with white and gold, red and white roses decorating the centerpieces. Ritsuka didn’t see any of that. Standing beneath a woven arch of flowers and twinkling lights, the raven haired man was almost burning a hole through the double doors with his unflinching stare.

“Stop tugging on it,” Yayoi admonished him. “Unless you want to get married naked?”

“Huh?” Ritsuka (reluctantly) conceded his staring contest with the antique oak.

“You’re unravelling,” Koi informed him, moving to fix his attire.

They had decided to wear yukatas for their wedding. It was Mafuyu’s idea for the three of them to match their rings. The base was black, the fabric subtly embroidered with silvery music notes and cherry blossom petals. In Ritsuka’s case, the trim, the sash cinched tightly at his waist and the long, flowing outer robe were done in a deep, sapphire blue. The embroidery continued along his shoulders and sleeves, tying the whole look together. Yuki and Mafuyu chose purple and red respectively. Ritsuka was sure they would outshine anything inside the ballroom. Koi knotted his sash and then took his hand, giving him an encouraging smile. Ritsuka was eternally grateful that his cousin had agreed to stand with him, while Kaza was standing for Yuki and Mafuyu.

“Here they come,” Kaza whispered.

Ritsuka forgot how to breathe. Violins played softly in the background as Yuki and Mafuyu, escorted by their mothers, made their way towards him. Koi elbowed him in the ribs, reminding him that he did, in fact, need oxygen to live. His heart beating erratically, Ritsuka did his best not to have a meltdown as Saeko and Mashiro handed off their sons. Yayoi cleared her throat.

“Welcome, everyone. We are gathered here today to celebrate and rejoice in the love that these three people share. They have chosen to commit themselves to each other. To bind their hands and their hearts. To forge their paths into one and I invite you all to bear witness.”

Silk ribbons, blue, red and purple, were presented. Yuki held out his hand, palm up.

“With this hand, I will love and cherish you passionately.”

Ritsuka went next, his hand trembling slightly as he placed it in Yuki’s.

“With this hand, I will comfort and lend you strength in times of need.”

Mafuyu laid his hand on top of his.

“With this hand, I will encourage and support you through life’s endeavours.”

Yayoi carefully wound the ribbons around their wrists.

“These are the hands of your best friends; steady, strong and filled with love. These are the hands that will work alongside yours to build your future. These are the hands you will clasp in times of sorrow and times of joy. From this day forward, these are the hands that hold your heart.”

The knot was tied, binding them together.

“A blessing on this union,” Yayoi said. “May your mornings be beautiful, your nights peaceful. May your joys outweigh your troubles. May your hands be forever bound in friendship and your hearts forever joined in love… you can kiss your husbands now, dumbass.”

There was some scattered laughter throughout the room, which soon turned into wolf whistles and cheers as Ritsuka kissed Yuki and Mafuyu in turn. He wasn’t even mad. Truthfully, Ritsuka would have been a little weirded out if Yayoi hadn’t taken at least one jab at him. Her tone, too, held nothing but affection. If the two siblings were crying as they hugged, neither mentioned it, Koi and Kaza discreetly slipping them tissues. Thanks to the combined organizational powers of the Yoshidas and Nishimuras, the reception flowed smoothly. Ritsuka, Mafuyu and Yuki joined their respective band members to perform for their guests. Dinner service followed and though he barely tasted anything, his mind elsewhere, he did join his husbands for cutting the cake.

“Is it weird that I baked our wedding cake?” Ritsuka whispered, cutting the first slice.

“Do you know a better baker?” Yuki asked.

“I don’t,” Mafuyu said. “Feed me.”

Ritsuka and Yuki dutifully fed Mafuyu tiny slices of cake before feeding each other. His blond husband showed great restraint, refraining from smearing his mouth with the frosting. There’s no point, Yuki teased him. I can’t lick it off you. My grandparents would have a heart attack.

“I can see the headlines now,” Kaza said, joining them. “Double coronary at Yoshida wedding.”

“Has a nice ring to it,” Yuki said. “Are they giving you a hard time?”

“When do they not?” the older twin sighed.

“Hey, you know that I’m here for you, right?” his blond husband asked. “Mom and dad are too.”

“And Uncle Yushin,” Koi added, sidling up next to them. “Can I steal the bride for a dance?”

Ritsuka rolled his eyes (why was he the bride?), but allowed his cousin to pull him onto the floor. Mafuyu found himself dancing with both Yoshida twins, twirling between them with an elegance that Ritsuka distinctly lacked as Koi led him through a clumsy waltz. Clumsy thanks to him, but his cousin didn’t complain, patiently guiding him through the steps, ensuring that he didn’t make a complete fool of himself. Ritsuka relaxed a little as other couples joined them on the floor and it soon became clear that he wasn’t the only one with coordination issues. Hiiragi and Shizusumi were especially uncaring, swirling around everyone else in wide, sweeping circles. Ritsuka chose to ignore Uncle Yushin and Yuki’s dad, who executed a perfect tango. Damn show offs.

Ritsuka reassessed his opinion when Koi was unceremoniously dragged onto the floor by Kaza and Yuki. Mafuyu stood by his side, watching with the rest of the crowd as the twins and the red haired man performed a three-person tango, stealing the spotlight from the older couple. Ritsuka really couldn’t keep up with the steps and simply took to staring with amazement. They all took ballroom lessons during middle school, Mafuyu explained when Ritsuka expressed his surprise. He knew that Yuki could dance, but not like this. It was definitely on the sensual side, much to the elderly Yoshidas’ dismay. At least Grandfather Koiji and Grandmother Aisling were enjoying themselves, even if their amusement was hinged on the Yoshidas’ scandalised expressions.

“They really hate each other, don’t they?” Ritsuka realised.

“Absolutely,” Koi confirmed, panting a little from his tango with the twins. “Uncle Yushin and Uncle Kenji’s marriage forced them to get along, but they’re still very competitive on the social and business end of things. At least they put the effort in during family events.”

Ritsuka nodded, feeling the familiar sting as he thought about his own parents and their refusal to accept him for who he was. Mafuyu must have caught his wince, because the redhead pulled him onto the floor, hugging him as they swayed from side to side. Yuki soon joined them, while Kaza and Koi were speaking to Kenji and Saeko. It wasn’t long before Uncle Yushin, his Nishimura grandparents and the elderly Yoshidas joined the conversation. It seemed to be a tense discussion, but Ritsuka could only assess their expressions. Not a single voice was raised. Kaza asked me to apologise if things get out of hand, Yuki said as they swayed together in a circle. He didn’t want to do this here, but it’s rare for the whole family to get together. This is his best chance.

“Is he alright?” Ritsuka asked, concerned.

“He will be,” Yuki said. “Once he stands up for himself.”

“He’s going to tell them?” Mafuyu asked, his sunset eyes widening.

Yuki nodded and Ritsuka felt a bit frustrated. Clearly his husbands knew what was going on, but he was in the dark. His blond lover tilted his head, motioning towards a quiet corner. Ritsuka and Mafuyu followed Yuki, taking seats at an empty table. The blond took his hand, sighing.

“I keep forgetting that you don’t know, but you’re my husband and Koi’s cousin. This will affect you one way or another. You know that Kaza is the Yoshida heir. I was a surprise and my mother decided to raise me, while my brother stayed with our father and grandparents. Kaza has always lived with the pressure of their expectations. He’s the golden child, but… he’s tired.”

The way Yuki said ‘tired’ made Ritsuka feel distinctly uncomfortable. He sensed there was a lot more behind this than Kaza simply being fatigued. He was right. The oldest Yoshida twin was not in a good place mentally and according to Yuki, was telling his grandparents that he had no desire to continue being the ‘Yoshida Heir’. He had no interest in the family business and the last thing Kaza needed right now was the constant upheaval that came with travelling the world for a job he hated. He needed stability. He needed his family and friends. He needed Koi. Our grandparents don’t know about them. They think Kaza and Koi are just friends and he’s tired of hiding their relationship. Ritsuka absorbed that information and then urged Yuki to join his brother.

“It’s our wedding though,” Yuki said.

“Kaza needs you,” Ritsuka stated. “You were there for me with my parents.”

“I don’t deserve you,” his blond husband said, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Mafuyu?”

“I’ll stay with Ritsuka,” Mafuyu said decisively.

Yuki nodded and gave each of them a kiss before making his way over to his brother. Ritsuka should have known better. The mischievous twinkle in Mafuyu’s sunset eyes, the slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, were a dead giveaway. Uenoyama-kun, your yukata is coming undone again. He still followed the redhead like the idiot that he was, ignoring the sly wink his husband gave to the waiter standing outside the small room attached to the ballroom. Sometimes, Ritsuka was glad that he was such a trusting soul. His yukata certainly was loose again, likely due to the stress fidgeting he’d done during his conversation with Yuki, but Mafuyu didn’t seem to be in a hurry to remedy the situation. His husband seemed more interested in making things worse.

Ritsuka didn’t mind as nimble fingers unknotted the sash, slipping beneath the fabric to caress his skin. The yukata suits you, Mafuyu’s dulcet purr sent a shiver down his spine. Calloused fingers slid lower and a distinctly saucy smile touched the redhead’s lips. No underwear? So naughty. Ritsuka snorted. Mafuyu knew that, unless he was dressing up, he didn’t wear undergarments. He found them uncomfortable. Another shiver tingled through him as Mafuyu’s fingertips traced the curve of his bum. The puppy eyes were in full force as his husband looked up at him through his lashes. Can we start the honeymoon early? Ritsuka hoped that one day, he would learn how to resist those pleading tones and cute pouts. Not here and definitely not now, but… someday.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Ritsuka informed him.

His husband smirked and sank to his knees.

“Would that be so bad?” Mafuyu asked, licking his lips.

Not at all. There were worse ways to go. Much, much worse, Ritsuka decided when they left the room twenty minutes later. His yukata was perfect, not a crease or wrinkle in sight. He couldn’t say the same for his hair, or his kiss swollen lips, but it was his wedding damn it. He was allowed to indulge a little. Mafuyu, his face glowing and not a hair out of place, floated across the room, joining Yuki, Hiiragi and Shizusumi. Ritsuka quietly slipped out of the ballroom, taking the back door out into the garden. He was hot, sweaty and desperately needed some air. Hearing the low murmur of two familiar voices, Ritsuka smoothed his hair as best he could and went to say hello. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Koi with Kaza. His cousin was sobbing quietly.

“Koi, please,” Kaza was kneeling before the redhead. “This isn’t your fault.”

“I know,” Koi choked, more tears falling. “I still didn’t want this.”

“It would have happened anyway,” the older twin said. “Even if you weren’t in the picture, they would have blamed dad and Uncle Yushin.”

“What are you going to do now?” his cousin asked.

“Spend time with you,” Kaza said, taking his hand. “I’ve really missed you and… I need time, to sort my head out before I make anymore life altering decisions.”

“I’ve missed you too,” Koi said, “and you can take all the time that you need.”

“You never gave me an answer,” Yuki’s brother said quietly.

“Of course I’ll marry you,” the redhead said. “Did you really think I’d say no? I just want to wait a few days before we tell people that we’re engaged. This is their day, not ours.”

“Yeah,” Kaza agreed. “Do you think they’d mind if we left early?”

“Is this about the lingerie?” Koi asked teasingly.

“Maybe,” the older twin’s expression shifted into something curious. “Ritsuka picked it out?”

“He did,” his cousin said. “It’s one of our shared hobbies.”

Kaza nodded absently. Koi lifted an eyebrow.

“Why do you ask?” his cousin queried.

“No reason,” the blond shrugged. “He has good taste.”

Ritsuka gloated just a little.

“I don’t think Ritsuka would mind if we bowed out,” Koi said. “He probably wants to leave too.”

“You’re right,” Ritsuka agreed without thinking.

“Ritsuka!” Koi jumped. “You scared me!”

“I’m sorry,” he apologised. “I just came out to get some air.”

“How much did you hear?” Kaza asked.

“Enough,” Ritsuka smiled sheepishly. “Can I offer you congratulations?”

“Thank you, Ritsuka,” Koi said. “Can you tell Yuki and Mafuyu that we’ll see them tomorrow?” 

Ritsuka nodded. The five of them were having brunch before the newlyweds caught their flight to Spain. Leaving Kaza and Koi to make their escape, Ritsuka returned to the ballroom and started plotting his own bid for freedom, hopefully with his husbands in tow. It was their wedding night and his encounter with Mafuyu only left Ritsuka wanting more. Thinking about his special outfit, the brunet approached Yuki first, whispering in the blond’s ear. Is it too early to leave? I want to show you what I bought yesterday. The blond was up in a flash, collecting a bemused Mafuyu from their friend group before thanking everyone for attending. Ritsuka was soon bundled up in the backseat of their car, failing to suppress a triumphant grin as Yuki got behind the wheel.

“What do you think he got?” Mafuyu asked. “Koi wouldn’t tell me.”

Yuki chuckled. Koi had always been the most resilient against Mafuyu’s many charms. Kaza; not so much and it took Yuki years to build his defences against the weaponized cuteness that was his best friend, now husband. Poor Ritsuka. Their raven haired hubby still had a long way to go, but Yuki was confident that he’d get there eventually. Ue did manage (despite Mafuyu’s pout) to kick them both out of their bedroom. He wanted an hour alone, mainly to shower and prepare himself for their wedding night. Yuki had taken pity on Ritsuka, coaxing Mafuyu into taking a shower with him in their guest bathroom. Now they were in the living room, towels cinched around their waists, waiting for Mafuyu’s timer to count down. The wait was slowly killing him.

“The bridal section?” Yuki mused. “I wouldn’t mind seeing him in white lace.”

Mafuyu nodded in agreement, snuggling into his side. They still had at least ten minutes to kill and Yuki was more than happy to hold his best friend. It hit him again that they’d finally done it. That they had gotten married, to each other and Ritsuka. Yuki recalled the night they’d proposed, when he found the raven haired man standing inside their closet, his fingers touching the sleeve of a green sweater, warmth and disbelief warring in his blue eyes. Sometimes it still doesn’t feel real. Yuki understood what Ritsuka meant now. It was exactly how he’d felt as the ribbons bound their wrists. It felt like a dream; a dream come true. Yuki was so happy. That happiness only grew as Kaza told their grandparents point-blank that he would no longer dance to their tune.

His brother was finally free and now, they could be the family they’d always wanted to be. Yuki was still struggling to wrap his head around the whole thing. There was a time when he believed neither of them would survive long enough to see this day. His first year of highschool had been a nightmare and Yuki had brushed hands with death. Sitting here with the love of his life, waiting on the man who’d saved them both, safe in the knowledge that Kaza had broken free of the cage that was slowly crushing him, Yuki was never more grateful to be alive. Mafuyu’s warm hand cupped his cheek, his sunset eyes soft, but showing hints of anxiety. You went to the dark place? Yuki was happy that he could answer in the negative. This wasn’t a dream. This was real.

“Time’s up,” Mafuyu silenced his alarm. “Ready to ravage our husband?”

“Always,” Yuki said, heading for the stairs. “You coming, M?”

“In a minute,” the redhead said. “I had some time with him during the reception, so it’s only fair that I give you a head start. Besides, I know how much you love his special outfits.”

That was true. Mafuyu did love Ritsuka in lingerie, but it had more to do with the confidence that the brunet exuded whenever he dressed up. Yuki, however, had discovered that he had a real kink for those special outfits. Ritsuka’s confidence was definitely a factor, but the blond loved literally everything about seeing their lover in those dainty pieces. Nothing took his breath away faster. Nothing got him hotter. Yuki didn’t know why a scantily clad Ritsuka turned him on so much, but it was a mystery that he was happy to spend the rest of his life trying to solve. Eager for his next round of clues, he hurried up the stairs. The bedroom door was open and he could hear Deck the Halls playing softly in the background. Yuki knocked once and then stepped into the room.

“Hello husband,” Ritsuka greeted him.

‘Hello wife’ was on the tip of Yuki’s tongue, but his words deserted him as he took in the vision perched on the chaise opposite their bed. Ritsuka had crossed one leg over his knee, showcasing white lace heels and thigh-highs. The babydoll, with its corset style bodice and sheer skirt, barely brushing mid-thigh, was fashioned from both satin and lace. Ritsuka was wearing his signature red lipstick and a sultry smile that made Yuki weak in the knees. Gorgeous. Stunning. His fingers itching to touch both fabric and flesh, the blond made his way over to the chaise, kneeling before his lace-clad lover, gaze roaming appreciatively. Smaller details caught his eye. The tiny crystal beads were a nice touch, giving the babydoll a subtle twinkle as Ritsuka shifted in his seat.

“Where’s Mafuyu?” Ritsuka asked.

“Giving me a head start,” Yuki said. “You two had some fun at the reception?”

“The yukata got him going,” the brunet said. “His words, not mine.”

“I can relate,” he said, eyeing the thigh-highs.

“You like this one?” Ritsuka asked, his smile taking on a shy edge.

“It’s beautiful,” Yuki told him. “You’re beautiful.”

Ritsuka blushed and Yuki couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted – needed – to touch his husband, but it seemed the brunet had other ideas. Before he could so much as brush a finger against those tantalizing tights, the toe of Ritsuka’s heel met his chest, his lover clicking his tongue. Not yet my love. Stay right where you are. Yuki felt a ripple of irritation and it must have shown, because his husband shook his head. Be good and I’ll reward you. His already hard cock gave a twitch. Yuki recognised that firm tone; one riddled with a quiet, but deadly authority. Usually Mafuyu was on the receiving end of that voice, but on the rare occasion when Ritsuka was feeling more dominant than submissive, Yuki had gotten a taste and sometimes, the blond found himself craving it.

“Take that off,” Ritsuka ordered. “It’s blocking my view.”

It took Yuki a moment to realise that Ritsuka meant the towel. The subtle raise of an eyebrow and the faint dip of the brunet’s lips, his displeasure obvious, kick started his brain. Yuki tugged at the knot at his waist, tossing the terrycloth as far away from himself as possible in a bid to please his lover. Yuki felt a small rush of pride as Ritsuka graced him with an approving smile. Those blue eyes wandered shamelessly, the brunet licking his lips, leaving a faint sheen on that plump mouth. Yuki licked his own lips in response, swallowing hard as his husband’s smile grew wider.

“Good,” Ritsuka purred. “Do you know how pretty you look? On your knees, so eager to please me. I like it, baby. You like it too, don’t you? Look at how hard you are.”

Yuki whimpered, his cock throbbing at Ritsuka’s words.

“I think you’ve earned something nice,” the brunet said. “Keep your eyes on me.”

Yuki nodded so fast, his neck cracked. He knew what came next. As a lover, one who understood that the blond needed to be coaxed into submission, Ritsuka was patient, attentive and generous. The brunet knew exactly which buttons to press and how far he could push. He also knew how to reward Yuki; in ways that made the blond want to be obedient. His love of seeing Ritsuka in lace panties was rivalled only by his love of watching. Putting them both together… Yuki had always been a visual person. He was utterly hypnotised as his husband uncrossed his legs, running his palms over his thighs, fingers catching the edge of his nighty, raising the fabric so he could get a glimpse of his lover’s lace covered cock. Ritsuka spread his legs wider. The blond groaned.

Yuki could see the strain of the lace and the damp spot where his husband’s precum smeared the fabric. Ritsuka looked him in the eye and rubbed the wet bulge in his panties, moaning his name. Yuki whimpered again, fingers clenching restlessly at his sides. The brunet was only a few inches from his grasp, so close he could see the twinkle of the crystal beads as his lover canted his hips, thrusting into the palm of his hand. It was torture. Blissful, seductive, sweet, sweet torture. See what you do to me? Ritsuka thrust his hips again, moaning at the friction his motion caused. I’m so hard. I’m dripping for you, baby. Yuki’s heart fluttered wildly at the praise. Do you want to see how wet I am? He nodded, eyes never leaving the brunet, not even when Mafuyu appeared.

Yuki felt a little disappointed. He’d really been enjoying the show. Ritsuka smiled, crooking his finger in a ‘come hither’ motion. Mafuyu sauntered, buck ass naked, over to the brunet, planting a kiss on those crimson painted lips. Yuki felt just a tiny bit jealous as Ritsuka palmed Mafuyu’s ass, kneading plush cheeks. What are you doing? The redhead’s voice almost dripped with heat, matching the scorching sheen of his sunset eyes. I’m putting on a show for our lovely husband, Ritsuka explained, releasing his hold on the redhead. He’s been very good tonight. I want to show him my appreciation. Will you help me, sweetheart? Mafuyu smirked a little and nodded, moving to kneel behind Ritsuka on the chaise. Gods help him. A double feature? He might explode.

“Keep watching baby,” Ritsuka commanded.

Maybe exploding wasn’t too bad? Either way, Yuki wasn’t about to miss this. Not for anything in the world. Seeing the mischievous twinkle in Mafuyu’s eyes, the blond’s mouth fell open as slim fingers slid into raven hair, giving it a hard tug, exposing Ritsuka’s neck. Yuki knew the redhead had a pushy side, but it was rare to see it in this context. Mafuyu moved confidently, his lips laying claim to that expanse of milky skin, leaving marks in his wake. If his loud moans were any indication, Ritsuka was very into what was happening and tilted his head, granting their husband better access. Mafuyu nibbled the shell of the brunet’s ear, whispering to him. Yuki didn’t quite catch what the redhead said. Ritsuka nodded. Only that. Leave the rest. What did that mean?

To his pleasure, Mafuyu made quick work of the corset’s laces, being careful not to tear the fabric as he lifted it over Ritsuka’s head, exposing the brunet’s toned chest to Yuki’s hungry gaze. Rosy nipples stood out against pale skin; hardened peaks just begging to be touched… and touch them Mafuyu did. Those sunset eyes bore into him, a slight smirk playing on the redhead’s lips as his nimble fingers pinched and caressed. Yuki swore he felt the ghost of those fingers across his own chest and moaned almost as loud as Ritsuka. He had no idea Mafuyu could be this dominant, but he really, really liked it. The redhead shimmied off the chaise, caressing their husband’s scalp. It’s time to get on your knees, Ritsuka. The brunet shivered, but obeyed, kneeling on the chaise.

“He looks good like this, doesn’t he?” Mafuyu asked.

Yuki groaned as Mafuyu hooked his thumbs into Ritsuka’s panties and lowered them just enough to expose his cock, which sprang free, smearing precum on his hip. The redhead grinned and bit down on their husband’s hipbone, lapping at the moisture before disappearing behind him. Yuki didn’t need to ask what Mafuyu was doing. The wet smacking sounds, the way Ritsuka reached back to grip red hair and the breathy moans falling from his lips were answer enough. Yuki felt a powerful wave of possessiveness wash over him. Ritsuka, panties mid-thigh, face flushed and skin slick with sweat, hips grinding against Mafuyu’s wicked mouth, looked utterly debauched. The sensual, filthy sight made Yuki want to lock Ritsuka up and hide him from the world.

“Baby,” Ritsuka breathed. “Do you want a taste?”

Yuki was on him in an instant, spending a few moments just feeling the thigh-highs, his palms tingling pleasantly as he groped his husband’s legs greedily. He could feel the slight tremble in Ritsuka’s thighs as his fingers trailed higher, curving around that plump backside, spreading the brunet’s cheeks open. Mafuyu’s appreciative hum, his tongue plunging deep inside Ritsuka’s ass, made their husband jerk and moan. Yuki caught the fresh, milky beads that spilled from the blue eyed man’s cock, savouring the bitter flavour that coated his taste buds as he took Ritsuka down his throat. Once upon a time, Yuki had been no good at this. His gag reflex was sensitive and the choking was a turn-off for Mafuyu. Fortunately, Ritsuka was happy to let Yuki ‘practice’.

Mafuyu helped Yuki in his own way; mainly fanning the flames of the blond’s competitive streak with challenging (not to mention gloating) looks whenever he deep-throated their husband’s nine inch cock without breaking a sweat. Fucking show off. It worked though and Yuki’s… dedication had certainly paid off. Ritsuka’s surprised, but undeniably proud smile and quiet, breathy praises as the blond took him all the way down to the hilt went straight to his dick. Yuki contracted his throat, loving the silky warmth and weight invading his throat. Breathing carefully through his nose, he started moving his head. Ritsuka gripped his hair tightly, but kept his hips still, knowing that Yuki couldn’t handle having his throat fucked. Not yet. Maybe with a bit more practice.

“Yuki, Mafuyu,” Ritsuka moaned. “Stop.”

Dick still deep in his throat, Yuki looked up at his husband, feeling hurt. Did he not like it?

“It feels incredible, baby,” his husband assured him, “but I don’t want to cum yet.”

Mafuyu, giving Ritsuka’s hole one last lick, stood and headed towards the bed. Yuki nodded and sat back. Despite the ache in his jaw, he already missed having his husband’s dick in his mouth. Ritsuka helped Yuki to his feet, the blond’s legs wobbling a little after kneeling for so long.

“Allow me,” Ritsuka said.

Yuki waited as Ritsuka removed his panties, kicking them and his heels off to one side before he gathered the blond up in his arms, carrying him to their bed. It struck him then that tonight might go a little differently than he’d imagined. Mafuyu was slicking his fingers with lube, eyeing their husband’s curvaceous bottom with an air of anticipation. Clearly the redhead was planning to top Ritsuka tonight. That left Yuki three options. One, he would fuck Mafuyu while he was fucking their husband. Two, he would get to enjoy another show while waiting for his turn with Ritsuka’s ass. Three, the brunet intended to fuck him. Yuki’s suspicions were confirmed when his husband planted a tender kiss on his lips, blue eyes pleading. Can I cum inside you tonight?

Yuki gulped. He was nervous. He had never bottomed before. He had never even entertained the idea of being on the receiving end before Ritsuka came along. Mafuyu made it look so easy. The redhead had no issues taking that intimidating cock. Hell, his best friend had taken both of them, at the same time. Yuki was convinced that Mafuyu’s hole was magical. It had to be, to take all of that dick. The redhead had laughed himself hoarse when he shared his theory one cold, rainy day. Ritsuka hadn’t laughed, but he couldn’t resist teasing Yuki a little. You might be onto something. It would explain why I get hard everytime he bends over. What kind of sorcery is that? Mafuyu’s response was to bend over. The power of this bottom compels you, Uenoyama-kun.

Suffice to say, the topic had been put on the backburner. Yuki had almost forgotten about it until later that night, when Ritsuka approached him alone and asked if he was genuinely curious about being on the receiving end of sex. He admitted he was and that was his first mistake. Ritsuka had swiftly staked his claim. Your virgin ass is mine. Yuki might have laughed at his wording, but the brunet was deadly serious. His second mistake was letting Ritsuka play with his ass in the shower the very next morning. Ue hadn’t done much beyond some gentle rubbing, but it was enough to whet Yuki’s appetite. It wasn’t long before he was seeking Ritsuka out for that kind of attention. Taking all of that into account, Yuki really should have seen this coming. It made sense.

Or rather, it made sense to Ritsuka and anyone else who’d made the grievous error of mentioning romance around his dark haired husband. The giant sap ball he’d married could give any romance novelist a run for their yen and it was their wedding night. Ritsuka refraining from scattering the sheets with rose petals was far more shocking than the brunet’s desire to ‘deflower his virgin ass’ on their first night as husbands. On the night that meant so much to all of them. Feeling the warm pressure against his inner thighs, Ritsuka inviting him to spread his legs, Yuki steeled his courage and let his knees part. A new spark ignited in those blue eyes, brightening the ocean hue. We can stop anytime, his husband reminded him. How do you want it, baby? Fingers or mouth?

Oh. No wonder Mafuyu had insisted they both clean themselves thoroughly during their shower. When Yuki asked him why, the redhead shrugged and said he had a ‘feeling’. Since Mafuyu was usually right, he’d listened and now he understood. His husband, perceptive as he was, must have picked up on Ritsuka’s mood. Mafuyu, standing behind the brunet, his arms wrapped around the man’s waist, peeked over his shoulder, mouthing a single word. Both? Yuki didn’t realise he said it out loud until Ritsuka nodded, his gaze soft. Whatever you want, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good. Firm hands gripped his hips, pulling him to sit on the edge of their bed and Yuki felt his cheeks flush as Ritsuka sank to his knees, hooking the blond’s knee over his shoulder.

“So pretty,” Ritsuka said, breath tickling the blond’s entrance.

Fuck! Yuki spasmed as Ritsuka’s tongue swirled across his rim. His husband’s grip on his thigh tightened, holding him still as he pushed inside, coaxing him open with sinfully wet plunges and slow, hot drags inside his walls. Yuki was grateful when Mafuyu crawled across the bed, settling at his side, his lubricated hand closing around his cock, stroking him slowly. This wasn’t the first time Ritsuka had eaten him out, but the blond settled into the sensation a lot quicker, aided by the familiar caress of Mafuyu’s hand. His pleasure heightened, Yuki gave in to the feeling, releasing a series of whimpers and moans that made Ritsuka smile. He could feel his husband grinning as he pressed a kiss directly against the blond’s fluttering hole. The pop of a cap startled him.

“You know what that’s for,” Mafuyu admonished teasingly, pressing a kiss against his chest.

The redhead’s hand was still moving, his fingers squeezing, making him gasp.

“Don’t make him cum,” Ritsuka warned. “That’s my job.”

“Yes boss,” Mafuyu snarked, releasing his captive. “Now get on the bed so I can do mine.”

“So pushy,” the brunet remarked.

“You like it when I’m pushy,” the redhead accused.

Ritsuka didn’t answer, his brows furrowing as he stood up and glanced at the bed. Yuki imagined he was trying to figure out the best way to continue preparing him while getting prepped and the blond decided that now was a good time to take back at least a measure of control. Mafuyu had explained that being on the receiving end didn’t always mean giving up power. Catching sunset eyes, Yuki tilted his head, indicating the empty space beside him. Mafuyu smirked as he read the unspoken message and spun Ritsuka around, pushing him onto his back. The brunet made a small noise of surprise, but Yuki was already on him, straddling his husband. Grabbing the lubricant, he handed it to Ritsuka with a challenging look. The brunet smirked and slicked his fingers.

“Open up, baby,” his husband purred.

Ritsuka’s dry hand landed on his bottom, gripping the flesh. Planting his hands on either side of his husband’s head, Yuki gripped the bedsheets as the brunet snaked his lubed hand between their bodies, fingers ghosting his perineum on their path to his opening. The blond squirmed a little as he felt the wet pressure against his rim, but forced himself to relax as a finger breached the tight ring of muscles. Yuki thought about the nights when they were alone. The care and affection that Ritsuka had always shown him whenever he expressed his desire to receive. His husband was no different tonight, leisurely rubbing his walls and smiling when his actions brought a moan from Yuki’s lips, his hole clenching down on that teasing digit. Relax baby. You’ll get more soon.

Feeling the first stirrings of impatience, Yuki whined and canted his hips. Oh? You want it a little harder, baby? Much to his relief, a second finger breached him. The stretch burned, but the pain faded quickly. Too quickly. Maybe it was because Ritsuka had spent the last seven months easing him into being touched like this. Or maybe it was the knowledge that Yuki would soon be subjected to his husband’s (literal) big dick energy. Maybe that rough (but not rough enough) thrust inside his body had flipped some kind of switch. More likely was the little bubbles of jealousy swirling in the blond’s guts. Yuki could hear the obscene, wet sounds occurring somewhere behind him. The subtle rocking of Ritsuka’s hips, causing their cocks to brush from time to time, was telling.

As were the needy whimpers spilling from his husband’s lips. Yuki could almost picture the look on Mafuyu’s face; a glowing kind of triumph as he fingered their husband with abandon. A loud squelch rent the air and Ritsuka bucked wildly beneath him. Yuki gasped at the shift of fingers inside him, an intense pleasure blooming as his sweet spot was prodded. The brunet opened his mouth, probably to apologize, but the words never came. Those brows furrowed once more, the fingers inside him remaining still as Ritsuka tilted his head curiously. Yuki almost growled.

“What is it, baby?” Ritsuka prompted. “Talk to me.”

“You want to fuck me?” Yuki asked.

“Is this?” another thrust, harder this time. “Not a big enough hint?”

The blond grit his teeth and mustered all of the haughtiness he could manage in the moment.

“It’s not enough,” he taunted.

Ritsuka heard the challenge and Yuki felt a small thrill as a sweet, but dangerous smile curved the brunet’s lip. The grip on his ass became more established, hiking him a bit closer. Higher.

“Use your words, baby. Tell me how I can convince you.”

Yuki felt another thrill rush through him. Ritsuka wasn’t asking. He was commanding an answer. The shift in the brunet’s demeanour caused an instant reaction, his walls clenching involuntarily. It drew a knowing look from Ritsuka. Don’t make him wait too long, Mafuyu’s lips brushed his spine, making him shiver. He’s evil. He’ll punish you if you don’t answer. Yuki’s cock throbbed in response to those sultry words. Did Mafuyu speak from experience? Making a mental note to ask the redhead to elaborate on this ‘punishment’, he turned his attention back to Ritsuka. The digits buried in his hole were moving again, but it seemed his husband was avoiding the little bundle of nerves that made Yuki see stars. He could see it now; lurking behind those brilliant blues.

Evil incarnate.

“Are you going to tell me?” Ritsuka demanded. “Or would you like me to guess? You know that I’m not very good at guessing games. It might take me hours to get it right.”

Pure, unadulterated evil. How else was it possible for Ritsuka to make Yuki question the pros and cons of pleasure versus torture? He almost, almost, chose the latter. Having the brunet work him over for hours in a bid to discover his desires was just a little too appealing. It was Mafuyu who made the choice for him. Yuki yelped as a slender hand made contact with his backside; a crude prompt from the now impatient redhead. Either tell him what you want, or move so I can pound our husband into the mattress without you interfering. Ouch. That was harsh. It was also exactly what Yuki needed to hear in order to get his ass (figuratively and literally) in gear. Grinding down on the fingers stretching him, he leaned over Ritsuka, their mouths less than a breath apart.

“Fuck me like you mean it. Don’t be gentle and don’t you dare hold back. I can take it.”

“Can you?” Ritsuka asked.

Three fingers. A direct collision with his prostate. Pain mixing with pleasure.

“Yes,” Yuki hissed, grinding harder, chasing that heady feeling.

Ritsuka let him carry on for a moment or two, taking advantage of their closeness, teeth trapping his bottom lip, tugging the flesh into his mouth. Yuki groaned as the brunet abused his prize, the sensitive skin sucked and bitten into a lush, red plumpness. Satisfied with his work, his husband resumed stretching him open, scissoring his walls. The brunet’s callouses added an extra layer of stimulation and Yuki revelled in the rough thrusts, the slick heat filling him over and over again. Another finger slid inside him, but this one felt different. It was slender, almost delicate; a sharp contrast for the three bruising his prostate with the precision of a sniper. Mafuyu pressed against his back, mouth teasing the curve of his shoulder. The fullness. The stretch. He was close.

“He’s ready,” Mafuyu observed. “Don’t cum yet.”

Hearing that, Ritsuka pulled his fingers out and it took everything Yuki had not to whine at their loss. He settled for an annoyed huff, which turned into a strangled cry as the brunet, without so much as a warning, sat up and flipped him onto his back. Yuki lay there, his heart racing, breath coming in short pants, watching as his husband coated his cock generously. No condom. They’d decided during the ride home that they didn’t want any barriers tonight. Yuki was glad for it. He wanted to feel everything. He wanted to feel every inch as Ritsuka pierced him open, fucked him hard and painted his insides. His body mirrored his desire, scooting closer to the headboard, his hips cushioned by their many pillows. Yuki waited there, ass elevated and thighs spread.

“Look at you,” Ritsuka chuckled. “So eager for my cock.”

Yuki blushed hotly and muttered.

“Don’t make me wait.”

“Whose waiting?” Mafuyu grumbled.

Yuki felt bad, but he was too stubborn to apologise. Mafuyu never did and this definitely wasn’t the first time they’d fumbled over the whole ‘sharing’ concept. Luckily, Ritsuka was very good at maintaining the balance between them, so much that it rarely became an issue and when it did, it was quickly resolved with a few quiet words and gentle nudges from the brunet. Even now, their husband was working to soothe the irritated redhead, thanking Mafuyu for being so patient with them tonight. Ritsuka also promised to make it up to him in Spain. Yuki got the feeling that he’d be spending an extra night alone (the brunet had planned at least one solo date for each of them), but he didn’t mind. Mafuyu was appeased, his ire melting away as Ritsuka kissed him.

“Just let me get my dick in him,” Ritsuka requested. “Then my ass is all yours.”

Yuki didn’t know whether to be offended or not, but decided it wasn’t worth pursuing as Ritsuka positioned himself between his legs, the tip of his cock pressing flush against his hole. I believe you asked me to fuck you like I mean it? The initial penetration knocked the breath from his lungs and Yuki grabbed Ritsuka’s arm, squeezing hard as he was filled. It didn’t hurt per say, but it was deeply uncomfortable, his body both welcoming and repellant towards the intrusion. Since Yuki was the ‘ripping off the bandaid’ type, Ritsuka didn’t stop moving until he’d bottomed out. Only then did he give the blond time to adjust, encouraging him to breathe. I won’t move until you’re ready, his husband promised. Yuki nodded, loosening his death grip on Ritsuka’s arm.

“It feels weird, right?” Mafuyu crawled to his side, taking his hand. 

“Does it always feel like this?” Yuki asked.

Yuki was genuinely asking. It worried him, because his husbands loved being fucked. He was no psychologist, but he was pretty sure that no sane person would enjoy the chaos that was currently waging war inside of him. Did he ask Ritsuka to pull out? His husband would do it, no questions asked. Or did he wait and see if there was something pleasurable about being fucked? Logically, Yuki knew there had to be more. He just needed to wait until his ass had adjusted enough to feel something besides ‘Attack on Titan’ vibes… or accept he’d married two masochists. Possible. Mafuyu’s smile and the gentle shake of his head flooded Yuki with relief. It will start to feel good soon, Yuki. Just try to relax. The redhead started tracing slow circles inside of his wrist.

“What do you like the most about receiving?” Yuki asked.

“I love being filled,” Mafuyu hummed, “but I also love the intimacy. At the risk of sounding like our favourite romantic, having you inside me makes me feel closer to you.”

Ritsuka nodded, agreeing with the redhead, but also added.

“Life is so chaotic sometimes, but when you’re inside me, I don’t have to think so much. I love giving myself to you. You make me feel safe and loved. You take care of me.”

Yuki felt his heart squeeze. Their words and Mafuyu’s touch against his skin. Ritsuka’s warmth. His breathing had evened out, his body relaxing as he listened to his husbands. Now that his hole was no longer roleplaying as a bouncer in a nightclub, his body over the shock of being stretched, the part of Yuki that wanted this was regaining a foothold. So full. Ritsuka was deep, filling him so completely that he could feel the faint throbbing of his husband’s cock. The shift inside him as the brunet took a deep breath, the exhale coming out as more of a groan. You’re so tight. You feel so good, baby. Yuki’s heart fluttered. He could see the strain on Ritsuka’s face, the tension in his broad shoulders. His husband was holding back and that made him feel oddly… powerful.

I won’t move until you’re ready. Ritsuka had made him a promise. He wouldn’t break it and Yuki found himself wondering how long he could draw this out. How long could he keep his husband on the edge, trembling and wanting. Shit. Yuki would have to tuck that idea away for later. Like the blond came with closed captioning, Mafuyu’s smile fell and the redhead glared down at him, withdrawing his touch. Fuck. He was in trouble. Ritsuka might be as well and yeah, maybe they should have waited for one of ‘their’ nights to do this, but it was too late to back (pull?) out now. Mafuyu moved behind the brunet and seeing his intentions, Yuki planted his hands on Ritsuka’s backside, spreading him open. His decisive actions seemed to appease the redhead a little.

Ritsuka didn’t resist, resting on Yuki’s chest, absently brushing a nipple. The teasing touch made him clench, drawing a startled moan from the brunet. It was nowhere near as loud as the one that left his husband’s lips as Mafuyu entered him. Ritsuka pressed his face against Yuki’s chest, his breath coming in short pants, the warm bursts of air across his skin teasing him further. Mafuyu didn’t start thrusting right away and Yuki gasped, his hole spasming around the dick in his ass as the redhead ground his hips, causing Ritsuka to shift inside him. Mafuyu noticed his reaction and smirked, taking a firm hold of Yuki’s knees. This time, the redhead did thrust, the impact driving Ritsuka a little deeper. The blond swore as his husband’s girth rubbed against his prostate.

“Feels good?” Mafuyu queried.

Yuki nodded, groaning as Mafuyu’s second thrust sent another shockwave of pleasure through his body. Pinned between them, one husband squeezing him like a vice and the other using him like a cocksleeve, Ritsuka was soon reduced to a whimpering mess. Yuki didn’t mind in the slightest, gripping those plump cheeks, squeezing the flesh, pulling the brunet even deeper. Mafuyu thrust harder, faster and the slap of sweat slicked skin only heightened the blond’s pleasure. He sensed that the redhead was close. Mafuyu didn’t top Ritsuka often and the brunet (as he well knew) had some serious control over his ass muscles. So tight, Uenoyama-kun. The redhead’s hips stuttered, a soft moan falling from his lips. The brunet pushed back against those wet, erratic thrusts.

“Ritsuka!” Mafuyu cried.

Their husband’s dominating aura returned with a vengeance.

“Fill me up, Red,” Ritsuka growled.

That was all it took. Mafuyu stilled, unintelligible words spilling from his mouth as he filled their husband with his fluids. The redhead slumped against Ritsuka’s back, breathing heavily, his hair sticking to his forehead. Their husband, still pinned between them, kindly allowed Mafuyu some time to catch his breath before canting his hips, the motion pulling whimpers from both men. The redhead pulled out, the tip of his cock still dripping. Fresh arousal thrummed through him. Yuki wished he could watch Mafuyu’s cum dribble from Ritsuka’s hole, but it seemed his husband had other plans. As the redhead scooped up the towel he’d tossed aside, mopping the sweat from his brow, Ritsuka dragged Yuki to the edge of the bed once more. He hadn’t even pulled out.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

It wasn’t a question, but Yuki found himself nodding anyway. Ritsuka straightened up, his arms hooked under the blond’s knees, lifting his lower body. He scrambled for purchase, but there was nothing for him to hold on to. Yuki could only lay there, hands fisting the sheets, legs dangling uselessly as his husband moved within him. In this position, the blond felt every inch of Ritsuka’s cock as the brunet fucked into him. At first, his thrusts were slow and deep, a measured force that left Yuki pleading, begging for… what? It wasn’t like his husband could go any deeper. Ritsuka’s cock filled him completely, rubbing and grinding on every nerve ending. Fortunately, his lover seemed to know what he needed. Ritsuka’s rich, velvety baritone caressed Yuki’s ears.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

Yuki almost whined when Ritsuka pulled out, but his husband’s piercing blue gaze silenced him and he hurried to obey. Coating his cock with a fresh layer of lube, the brunet seized his hips and slid home. Yuki groaned as his ass was stretched to its limits, his husband even deeper now. How was that even possible? The blond had no time to ponder this. He barely had time to breathe with the way Ritsuka was pounding into him. Fuck me like you mean it. Each thrust was like a strike. Powerful. Purposeful. Precise. Yuki cried out as his prostate was hit again… and again. Ritsuka’s voice sounded far away, the blond dazed, almost dizzy with pleasure. You’re sucking me in. Feels so good. Yuki barely registered the praise as Ritsuka fucked him harder. Faster. Oh fuck.

“You’re dripping,” Ritsuka sounded pleased. “Do you want to cum?”

“You first,” Yuki invited.

Ritsuka was twitching inside him, his cock swelling further, a sure sign that his husband was near his climax. Yuki was close, but he needed to feel the brunet cum inside him. Nothing else would satisfy him. Ritsuka’s grip on his hips became borderline painful, his balls slapping obscenely as he fucked into Yuki like a wild animal; and he loved it. Every ferocious slam. Every filthy noise their bodies created. Every drop of the hot, sticky fluid that Ritsuka unloaded inside his ass, the sudden rush triggering his own release, staining the sheets beneath him. The pressure on his hips vanished and Yuki winced as Ritsuka pulled out. His husband guided him onto his back, urging him to take a moment to catch his breath. He didn’t argue; his limbs felt kinda squishy.

“Are you okay?” Ritsuka asked. “Do you hurt anywhere?”

Yuki shook his head, snuggling deeper into Ritsuka’s arms. He knew he would be sore tomorrow, but he’d have plenty of time to rest during their twenty hour flight to Spain. The otherside of the bed dipped, red hair tickling his chest as Mafuyu joined them. With effort, Yuki managed to wrap an arm around his other husband, tucking the redhead against his side. For an indeterminable amount of time, the only sounds were their breathing and the Christmas music, still playing in the background. Yuki might have drifted off, but Ritsuka insisted that he take a bath. You need some aftercare. Come on, baby. I’ll give you back scrubs. The blond instantly perked up. Ritsuka gave the best back scrubs. Mafuyu opted to remain in bed. Go and get cleaned up. I’ll get ready.

“Ready for what?” Yuki asked, his brain still fuzzy.

“It’s our wedding night,” Mafuyu said, like he needed a reminder. 

“Yeah, and?” the blond pressed.

The redhead graced him with a flat look. Ritsuka chuckled and herded Yuki towards their ensuite. Go right ahead, Red. We’ll be back soon. Seeing Mafuyu nod and reach for the lube, realization struck the blond; ready for round two. Yuki sighed tiredly. It was going to be a long night.

“Pay up,” Mafuyu said in greeting.

Kaza and Koi glanced up from their coffee cups. Behind him, Yuki was leaning heavily against Ritsuka, exhausted and sore from their wedding night. Mafuyu tried not to look too smug.

“No way?!” Koi breathed. “He didn’t?!”

“Ritsuka decked his halls,” Mafuyu confirmed. “Twice.”

“What did you two bet on this time?” Kaza asked, looking as tired as his twin.

“I thought it was a sure thing,” Koi whined, handing the other redhead a sizable amount of yen.

“Koi bet that Ritsuka couldn’t get Yuki to bottom,” Mafuyu explained.

Kaza’s reaction was identical to Koi’s.

“How?! Yuki doesn’t bottom for anyone!”

Mafuyu shrugged, pocketing his prize as his husbands reached the table. Ritsuka pulled out one of the chairs, placing a cushion down before handing Yuki into his seat. The blond winced.

“It’s true!” Kaza whispered.

“What’s true?” Yuki asked, smiling as their husband poured him coffee.

“Level with me,” the oldest twin said. “What kind of magic does he have in his pants?”

Kaza jerked his thumb at Ritsuka, who nearly dropped his coffee mug. Mafuyu and Koi giggled.

“Why the sudden interest in my husband’s dick?” Yuki demanded.

“Why the sudden bottoming?” Kaza countered.

“You told them?!” his blond husband asked accusingly.

“Koi and I had a bet going,” Mafuyu grinned. “I won.”

Both Ritsuka and Yuki groaned. Mafuyu and Koi were always holding some kind of wager (ones centered around their significant others), so their reactions were warranted. Kaza patted Yuki on the shoulder, an entirely sympathetic gesture. Here. Take these. Trust me, they help. The youngest twin accepted the painkillers his brother offered. Mafuyu wasn’t surprised that Kaza was already carrying them around. Koi was very chipper this morning and though he hid it better, the redhead had noticed the extra padding on the Yoshida heir’s seat. Well, it had been six months since the couple had seen each other and Ritsuka did mention picking out something special for Koi during their shopping trip. Kaza had a hand on his lover’s knee too, despite his dislike for PDA.

“Did you get engaged?” Mafuyu asked.

Mafuyu didn’t mean to blurt it out, but since Koi’s hand was resting atop Kaza’s, he couldn’t help noticing the sparkly ring that now adorned the redhead’s finger. Mafuyu pouted when he realized that his husbands weren’t surprised by the news, meaning that he’d been the last to know.

“I helped Kaza pick out the ring,” Yuki shrugged.

“I found out by accident during the reception,” Ritsuka admitted.

“You’re not the last to know,” Koi assured him. “We wanted you three to be the first, so not even Uncle Yushin and Uncle Kenji know yet.”

“Your uncle does know,” Kaza revealed. “I asked him for your hand.”

“Sap,” Yuki teased.

“It’s called being a gentleman,” the older twin said. “You should try it sometime.”

Mafuyu and Koi both caught Ritsuka’s agreeing nod.

“Oh shit,” the other redhead groaned. “I just realized that there’s two of them now.”

“This could work to our advantage,” Mafuyu whispered. “If we play our cards right, we’ll never have to sit through a sappy rom-com again.”

“Fob them off on each other?” Koi smirked. “The idea has merit.”

“What are you hens gossiping about?” Kaza asked.

“Nothing,” Mafuyu said.

“Nothing at all,” Koi agreed. “Shall we eat?”

“We do have a plane to catch,” Yuki said, picking up a menu.

Ordering their food, the topic shifted towards Kaza and what he planned to do now that he’d told his grandparents that they were no longer welcome to interfere with his life. His husband’s twin revealed that he hadn’t made any solid decisions beyond staying in Japan. Yuki assured him that there was no need to rush. I am considering going back to school, Kaza added absently.

“Don’t you hate school?” Yuki asked, surprised.

“I hated getting my business degree,” Kaza explained, “but I was taking other classes online. I’m just trying to decide which program I want to finish. I’m leaning towards criminology.”

“That’s what I’m studying,” Ritsuka remarked.

Kaza whipped his head towards the brunet, his honeyed brown eyes brightening with excitement. Mafuyu and Koi snickered as the blond started plying Ritsuka with questions about his classes. At least his husband didn’t seem to mind answering them. Indeed, the brunet was rather animated as he told Kaza about his classes, the campus and the teachers. Yuki, knowing that both his twin and their husband could spend hours on a single topic, cut in with a reminder that they needed to be at the airport in less than an hour. Ritsuka and Kaza visibly deflated and their identical ‘kicked puppy’ looks prompted Mafuyu and Koi to arrange a dinner/game night for the five of them. The day after you guys come back? Yuki rolled his eyes, but agreed. Ritsuka and Kaza beamed.

“A toast,” Kaza lifted his coffee mug. “To the next chapter in our lives.”

“To a new year,” Yuki said. “May it be the greatest yet.”

“To friends,” Ritsuka joined in. “Old and new.”

“To family,” Koi added. “May we always find one another.”

All eyes turned to him.

“To love,” Mafuyu offered, raising his mug.

Five mugs collided. Voices rose, echoing all around him.

“To love!”