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Hinata's been feeling guilty all day about missing band practice.
And listen, it's not that big a deal, everyone in the band circle is incredibly busy, and only Ogami-senpai actually manages to make time to practice as often as needed, and they only get together when they have the time, but still. He'd thought he could make it, so practice was scheduled, and then Isara-senpai had some Trickstar thing come up unexpectedly, and Ogami-senpai was called into an individual job, and then Hinata himself had his own work run over, and he'd wound up messaging Yuta-kun and telling him he wouldn't be able to make it.
He feels bad! They haven't had any time to just hang out lately! It's been raining almost every day for the past month and they've been swamped with work besides. They live in different rooms now, which he supposes is objectively better for them but also makes his chest ache every day he has to go to sleep without the sound of his brother snoring lightly right across the room.
"If the sun could at least come out, then we could go outside to play," he sighs to himself, low enough that no one else will hear. The sun doesn't listen. The view outside the window is just as grey as before, big, fat clouds threatening to burst at any moment.
And without him, that just leaves Yuta-kun and Sakuma-senpai, then, right? That's not really band practice at that point, is it?
This is why, when Hinata finishes up his work, he practically sprints out of the building, back to ES, and toward the practice room they'd originally planned to meet in. Maybe Yuta-kun will be surprised to see him. Maybe he'll smile, and that'll be all the sunlight Hinata needs.
He keeps his footsteps light and resists the urge to hum to himself. He wants to surprise them, he thinks, as he reaches the door and pushes it open slowly, peeking inside.
What he sees surprises him instead, though, and he very nearly cries out before he claps a hand over his mouth to stop himself. He closes the door again, almost all the way, and instead peers in through the crack. If they look over at him, he's screwed, but they—they really aren't doing that, are they? Sakuma-senpai has Yuta-kun pressed against the wall, one hand up his shirt and the other holding him by the hip as he moves against him.
Yuta-kun's hands are on the wall, bracing himself. Hinata bites down on his own lip hard enough to draw blood. He feels it flood his mouth, tangy and metallic, but there's nothing he can do about that right now. He just lets it pool there, because other than the blood, his mouth is completely dry, and he knows he won't be able to swallow it without choking and alerting them.
Neither one is remotely facing the door, so maybe it's safe to peek. Unless they turn around, they won't see him. He takes a sharp breath in through his nose and watches as Rei does something that draws a high, gasping moan from Yuta's throat. Hinata doesn't have a good angle, can't see exactly how Rei's cock is probably deep in his brother. It's probably a good thing that he doesn't have a perfect view, but it's still frustrating not to know.
He grimaces at himself, closing his eyes to focus on just the sounds of their—whatever this is. Yuta lets out another particularly high-pitched and whiny noise and he feels his heart leap in his chest.
"Sakuma-senpai!" he gasps, and Rei groans, the sound low and deep in his throat. Hinata makes a soft sound under his breath, quiet and longing, but luckily it's swallowed up by the moan Yuta lets out at the same time.
Hinata can't even figure out who to watch. There's Sakuma-senpai, their alluring, reliable senpai, who he's long tried to push aside his attraction to, and then there's Yuta-kun. Oh, Yuta-kun. Terribly, Yuta-kun.
He watches Rei bend down to nip at Yuta's neck, sucking on the skin, likely not hard enough to leave a mark. Yuta, nonetheless, moans again, half in pleasure and half in discomfort. Rei laughs at that, the sound surprisingly sweet. He's indulgent, maybe. Hinata always thought he would be, back in those secret fantasies he used to have in high school, when he was dreaming it was him squirming beneath their senpai, not Yuta.
It's not even—jealousy isn't the right word for this at all. He watches Yuta push his hips back, like he's trying to take that cock deeper into himself and closes his eyes just to listen as Rei lets out a soft sigh of pleasure at that.
"Good, Yuta-kun," he breathes, so low that Hinata almost doesn't catch it. Is Yuta into praise? The way he shivers makes it seem like he is, but maybe it's just the act of whispering by his ear that has him shivering. Hinata would need to see more to really know which it is. His pants are so, so tight right now, but he can't exactly do anything about that except stand here uncomfortable.
He wants to watch this to completion, even if it's uncomfortable. He has to, right? He's thinking this to himself when he hears something down the hall. Hinata freezes, then scrambles back from the door. The footsteps are close, but he can't see anyone down either side of the hallway, so they must be around the corner. He grabs his discarded bag and runs.
"No, no, no," he hisses, under his breath. Getting caught peeping would be one thing, but someone catching him in the act of spying on his brother in such an intimate position? He'd never recover—worse, Yuta-kun would never recover. He'd be tied to it, even if he hadn't done anything at all.
Hopefully whoever it was coming down the hall hadn't needed that room. But no, it was booked for band practice, no one but Isara-senpai or Ogami-senpai would even have any reason to come in there, and they'd never show up unannounced, not one for surprises and games like Hinata. They'd have said they were coming, so it's fine, it's fine. Yuta-kun isn't getting caught doing anything today, it's fine.
He makes it all the way to the stairwell before he collapses against the wall, out of breath. The run wasn't much, but the adrenaline makes him feel like he ran a marathon, not just the length of a hallway.
He has about two minutes to himself to catch his breath before the heavy door to the stairwell opens and he meets the gaze of his pursuer.
"You're coming with me," Ritsu Sakuma hisses, leaning against the doorframe like he doesn't want to enter the stairwell. Hinata stiffens, because he had thought he'd escaped being seen entirely but—well, he'd been distracted. Even after sprinting down the hall, his heartbeat still echoes in his ears, and there's a tinnitus, too, and how could anyone hear anything over such a loud rushing sound. He feels vertigo, but the hand that wraps around his wrist grounds him in a way he isn't sure Ritsu intends but which he appreciates all the same. He doesn't even mind the nails digging into his skin, because that helps, too.
The younger Sakuma brother is an intimidating presence, honestly. Hinata's known him to be sweet, in his way, but he's also seen him vengeful.
Hinata doesn't appear to be the target of ire, though. Ritsu's expression is pitying, which is almost worse, but then even that vanishes as he sighs and starts leading Hinata away, down the hall. They're outside before Ritsu speaks again.
"You shouldn't be looking at things like that," he says, his voice soft, the way one might scold a child.
"I know," Hinata whispers.
"You're just going to upset yourself."
"I know," he repeats.
Ritsu keeps walking, and he has such a vice grip on Hinata's arm that he can't help but follow. His wrist and forearm will surely bruise from how tight that grip is, how forceful the pulling. He doesn't know where they're going. More than likely, Ritsu doesn't know either. He lets himself be dragged along, because that's easier than fighting it, and because he knows why he's upset, and hates being able to extrapolate from that what has Ritsu so angry as well. Nails dig into the sensitive skin of his wrist, right over one of his veins, and he grimaces but doesn't make a sound.
Ritsu finally stops when they're outside and lets go of him, his expression puzzled, like he hadn't realized he'd dragged him that far. A gust of wind blows past them both, sending Hinata's hairpin flying off his head. He doesn't pick it up. The wind gives Ritsu's hair a shake as well, but when it passes, Ritsu's hair looks much like it did before. Hinata wonders how Ritsu manages to always look so unruffled, bored even. Ritsu blinks and his eyes meet Hinata's. A drop of rain lands on the tip of his nose. It's about to start pouring, Hinata knows, but it seems neither of them care. Ritsu takes a breath.
"Sorry," he finally says. "Just… had to get out of there. You had to go, too, didn't you? It would have been stupid to go back to keep watching them. You were going to get caught if you did that."
Hinata looks back at him, then nods, because that's true, and he wonders how Ritsu knows he'd considered going back. He doesn't know if he cares about getting caught, because getting caught would have given him a chance to confront Yuta on keeping secrets, but that's all it would do, so it's definitely a good thing that he didn't. He can confront him later, he supposes.
"Right. I guess I would've."
It's not like he has some obsessive need to get involved in his brother's sex life, or not really. It's just that when Yuta and his classmate were fooling around, Yuta confided in Hinata before too long, and so it wasn't a secret, and Hinata was playing with his own classmates, too, so it was the same. And maybe Yuta will confide in him about this after, too. The only issue is—well, Sakuma-senpai's been such an important person to them since they met him. It doesn't feel right to do something like this with him, even if it feels like a natural extension of that importance. Or at least, Hinata would have preferred it if they'd slept with him together.
He shakes that thought away. It's not logical, nor is it right, but unlike Yuta's classmates, Sakuma-senpai is someone who's belonged to both of them. A mentor can be an object of desire, and it's not like Hinata's never thought of it, back when they were in school together and honestly even now. That's Sakuma-senpai's natural magnetism or whatever, right?
Another raindrop falls, this one hitting Hinata right in the face. He blinks it away as it hits his eyelashes.
Ritsu's looking at him like he sees right through him, and maybe he does. Hinata doesn't know him that well, other than as an extension of Rei, which he refrains from saying because other siblings tend to hate thoughts like that, even Yuta hates it, honestly. Hinata wants everyone to see him and Yuta as extension of one another, like a closed loop made up of two equal parts each beginning where the other ends.
"You don't sound worried about having nearly been caught watching your brother have sex," Ritsu finally says, in a way that confirms he's seen right through him, cut him to his core with his eyes. The sprinkle of rain has turned into a proper storm. Between the wind and rain, it's almost getting hard to hear Ritsu's soft voice over the sound.
Hinata manages to look embarrassed, somehow. His eyes widen and he blinks a few times. Ritsu sighs, likely able to tell the expression is more fake than not. The blush that creeps across his cheeks is more from the way Ritsu is looking at him (half sizing him up and half clearly unsure what to make of him) than anything else. He hates being the one to blink first, but he's rattled enough that he glances away from that intense gaze. Ritsu's eyes are like Rei's in a lot of ways, but Rei's never look so piercing. When Rei looks at you, it's like he's seeing you how you want to be seen, cutting to the core of that. Ritsu, apparently, looks at you like he's laying all your flaws out on the table and inspecting them, trying to decide what buttons to push.
"I don't have time for this," Hinata says, which makes Ritsu raise an eyebrow.
"Oh? You've got somewhere else to be?"
"Yuta-kun was almost… done… there," he says, finishing that sentence awkwardly. Ritsu stares at him blankly and does not respond so Hinata goes on, "So I wanted to maybe… talk about it… with him…"
"Okay," Ritsu sighs, then turns to head back inside. Hinata had expected more of an argument, but maybe Ritsu's upset, too, and they're both damp from the rain already. The sound of their footsteps echoing down the hallway back toward the practice room feels too loud, but he knows it's all in his head. He worries the sound will alert Yuta, and then Yuta will run, or worse.
The worry is unfounded. When they arrive at the room, Ritsu gestures for Hinata to go in first, and so he does, and Yuta is more or less exactly where he'd left him. Rei is, too. They're both dressed now, with Yuta tuning a guitar on the floor as Rei leans against the wall, watching. Rei's eyes slide toward Hinata as the two come in, passing over him after a moment's consideration and settling on Ritsu.
"Hinata-kun, you were able to come by after all? I'm glad. But… why did you bring Ritsu with you?" he asks, tilting his head. If he sees what's going on, he makes no indication. He looks genuinely puzzled by Ritsu's appearance, and Hinata almost pities him, because Ritsu's expression makes it clear he isn't here for anything good.
"Aniki?" Yuta cuts in, his brows furrowing. Out of all of them, he knows the least. Hinata wants to speak up and at least tell him why Ritsu's so upset, but he doesn't. His mouth suddenly feels very dry. Confrontation was never his strong suit. Yuta usually starts their fights and Hinata isn't sure he knows how to do it himself. Instead, he reaches out, trying to provoke Yuta into starting it.
Yuta frowns, leaning away from Hinata's outstretched hand, but not too far. He stays just out of reach. Hinata's fingertips can almost brush against his lips like they're trying to do. Yuta just watches Hinata, then turns slightly to watch Rei watch Hinata instead.
In the end, it's Ritsu who speaks first, though. "Anija, you know why we're here. Tell Hinata-kun what you did to his brother, then. Go on. Hurry and tell him what happened to poor crybaby Yuta."
Hinata glances between the Sakuma brothers then, his eyes a little wide as he tries to make sense of all of this.
"What…?" Yuta finally whispers.
Ritsu rolls his eyes. "Yuta-kun. What's more painful than the truth, to someone like my anija or Hinata-kun? People who like to live in their happy fantasies?"
"I already know your brother and mine fucked—" Hinata begins, and he ignores the way Yuta grimaces at the word choice.
"Not that, we all know about that," Ritsu says, and Yuta yelps, an undignified sound, pathetic and embarrassed. Now it's Hinata's turn to grimace. "Anija, then. Tell him what happened after."
Rei sighs, like he hadn't wanted to be dragged into this, like he didn't drag himself into this when he and Yuta had sex in the first place. Hinata can see on Ritsu's face that there's no pity there. He musters up enough to cover for him.
Because sure, it bothers him, but Yuta can make his own decisions (making ones that put Hinata at ease hasn't been his priority for a long time, and Hinata knows it) and for that matter, so can Rei. Hinata draws out all his pity, and affection, like he's already decided to forgive them both, because he has.
"After…" Rei finally begins, after what feels like an eternity condensed into about five or six seconds, "Well, he's very cute, isn't he, Hinata-kun?"
Hinata nods, slow and cautious, like he doesn't know if he's supposed to agree or not. Ritsu's gaze locks onto Hinata, gauging his reactions.
"So cute, I may have encouraged him, in the heat of the moment, to say something even cuter… to call me…"
Hinata's eyes widen. "Yuta-kun, if you tell me you never called him anything weird, I'll believe you!"
"He gets a little lost in the moment… and becomes open to suggestions, you have to understand," Rei says, and he has the grace to look apologetic.
Hinata closes his eyes. "I understand."
"You understand?" Ritsu demands. "Is there nothing he could do that you'd hold him accountable for?"
"Yuta-kun can make his own choices."
"Not him, my brother!"
And at this, Hinata blinks. Once, twice. Should he be holding Rei accountable? Like a corrupting force that had acted against his Yuta-kun? Like something else? This, he hadn't considered. And if he does try to hold anything against him, what is he supposed to do about it? He can't tell what Ritsu's expecting.
"What?"
"Never mind," Ritsu spits, and turns away. "Why would it matter that he had your brother call him onii-chan?"
"Ritsu!" Rei tries to call out after him as Ritsu heads for the exit. He ignores him and shuts the door behind himself as he leaves. It's a quiet door, and he does not slam it, either because he doesn't want to draw more attention than the yelling might have, or because he's trying to create the illusion of someone in control of himself. Hinata knows better, because now he knows, for sure, how Ritsu feels, and hates himself for recognizing anything like that in someone else, because it comes from having it within his own heart.
He sees Rei linger right by the door, considering going after him, before turning toward the twins.
"Hinata-kun, I—" he begins, but Hinata shakes his head quickly, laughing it off with such awkwardness that he's practically cringing at himself as he does it.
"Don't worry about it, Sakuma-senpai! Yuta-kun really can make his own choices, right? I'd never try to say he can't!"
"Aniki!" Yuta hisses, but Hinata shushes him.
"It's not a big deal! I just wish you'd told me you still liked him!"
"Still?" Rei repeats, frowning a little at that.
There's the distinct sound of thunder outside, a loud crash that has Yuta nearly jolting hard enough to drop the guitar he hasn't let go of. He shakes his head emphatically. "It's nothing!"
"I'm sorry I didn't knock or anything earlier! I'm just not used to not sharing everything with Yuta-kun, so…" Hinata begins, and he twists his hands around and around, fidgeting with the fingers on his left hand with his right, and not looking up at them. "It didn't even occur to me that he'd have a secret."
"It was the first time we'd ever…" Yuta begins, and the way he pulls on the fingers of his right hand with his left mirrors Hinata's own movements. "It's not like I planned it! It was… spontaneous."
"Hinata-kun, I'm sorry if you felt we were doing something behind your back," Rei says, always there with placating words. Hinata looks at him, meets his gaze, and shakes his head.
"I don't feel that way, don't worry," he says, and flees the room as well, going out the way Ritsu had as he tries to catch his breath, ignoring the shout of "Aniki!" that follows him down the hall.
He doesn't know how to say: it's not that. He doesn't know how to say: I don't know how to share, I don't want Yuta-kun to have had something I can't have, not if he's not sharing it with me, too, or not if I'm at not at least doing the same thing.
He really doesn't know how to say: Would Sakuma-senpai fuck me, too? And if he did, would it be like touching Yuta-kun by proxy?
Hinata shakes that thought off, or at least some of it, at least for now. He grimaces at himself, too used to pushing stupid things like that aside and ignoring them.
He pulls out his phone and sends a message to Yuta-kun asking to talk later. He knows Yuta-kun was upset, but he knows, too, that he won't ignore him. And, as predicted, Yuta-kun responds quickly with agreement. Hinata loves this about Yuta, loves him for it, the way he'll be the first to pick a fight but also the happiest to resolve one.
Then he sends another message, this one to Rei, asking if they can meet up. Rei takes longer to reply than Yuta had. It takes almost an hour before Hinata gets a response at all.
The house the Sakumas live in is imposing. Big and dark and in such contrast to the buildings around it. It smells like money, sort of, but then it also clearly isn't being maintained like a building someone with money owns. It tracks with what he knows of his senior. It's cloudy, and the lack of sunlight makes the house look more imposing than it would likely look in daylight.
He didn't come here to think about old-fashioned architecture or what is or isn't expected, though. No, he's here for a purpose. He's here to have what Yuta-kun had, even if he has to make a fuss to get it.
Rei had mentioned coming home for the weekend, to tend to some errands at home. It's a good opportunity, because Hinata hadn't been overly excited to try and figure out how to navigate this in between his roommates and Rei's. This is… easier. It's more detached from somewhere familiar, too, even if he tries not to think about why he wants to keep things separate as he knocks on the door, hoping that his senior's parents really are as absent as he made them sound, because he has no idea what he'd do if anyone other than Rei were to answer the door.
Luckily, that doesn't come to pass. There's the sound of some kind of clunky, old-fashioned lock turning, and then the door opens to reveal a sleepy Sakuma-senpai. Hinata grins at him, as he blinks owlishly at the unexpected visitor.
"Hinata-kun? What are you doing here at this hour?" he asks, and then it's Hinata's turn to blink once, then twice, because it's neither early in the day nor late at night. It's a perfectly respectable hour to be here, as a matter of fact, and he'd picked it precisely to avoid the chance of Rei being too sleepy.
It seems it hadn't come to pass, though. Oh well. He doesn't answer the question, just shrugs and asks, "Are your parents home? Can I come in?"
Rei steps to the side, leaving space for Hinata to enter. Hinata bows his head as he comes in, taking off his shoes in the vestibule and trying not to look like he's looking too much at the interior of the house.
"My parents're out of town," Rei finally answers, and there's a casual lilt to his voice that Hinata isn't used to, until he clears his throat and continues in that old man formality that's become the root of the persona Hinata knows better. "I'm here to cover for my father in case an emergency arises, but otherwise the house is unoccupied."
Hinata smiles at that answer, liking it very much. Not only no Sakuma-parents, but no chance of Sakuma-parents. He's relaxing already as he turns to look at Rei, who in turn is perking up a little now that he's inside again. Maybe it was just the hot summer evening air that had him yawning earlier. He's getting livelier by the minute. Maybe it's even Hinata's bright personality, or something. He's totally invigorating, right?
"Why were you asking?" Rei goes on, like he's prompting him, noticing Hinata is lost in his thoughts and poking at him a little.
"O-oh, no reason. I was just wondering if Sakuma-senpai was all alone…" he begins, turning toward him and doing his best impression of the adorable underclassman a doting senpai can't help but try and get his hands on.
Rei, unsurprisingly, sees immediately what he's doing and quirks his lips upward in an amused smirk. Hinata can see in his eyes that he's already deciding to deny him, and it agitates him. How had Yuta done it? What does Yuta have that he apparently lacks? They're supposed to be the same, right? At least in every way that matters to other people.
Sakuma-senpai has never been other people, though, has he? He's known them at their best and at their worst, seen them both for who they are and loved them despite knowing the rot that festers deep in Hinata's heart.
So maybe if he just tries this in earnest…
Rei is already walking to the kitchen, so Hinata follows, leaning against one of the old-fashioned cabinets and crossing his arms. He's trying to look casual, and trying not to look like he's out of his element.
"Something to drink?" Rei offers, opening the fridge. Hinata glances over his shoulder, sees a variety of beverages and very little else. "We have a few different juices, sodas…"
"Juice is fine," Hinata stammers. "Any kind. Maybe something fruity?"
Rei nods and pours him a glass of something reddish-orange, which Hinata takes and sips, grateful for something to do with his hands, and to occupy his mouth so he doesn't stammer on and say something stupid, so he doesn't give the game away. Rei watches him for a moment as he sips it—refreshing, bittersweet, he tastes grapefruit and melon and something else—before going over to sit at the kitchen table with his own glass. Something green, Hinata notes. He knows Rei's love of tomato juice, but this looks healthy, too.
Hinata takes a seat across from him, taking one more sip before taking a breath. "Sakuma-senpai, I—" he begins, but Rei cuts him off.
"Come here, Hinata-kun?"
Hinata exhales and it feels like relief. He stands slowly, crossing to the other side of the table to stand in front of Rei, who has no-doubt realized by now why he's here, what this visit was for. To have missed an experience Yuta has had is all wrong, he needs to have it, too. He has to. Rei is still seated, with Hinata standing in front of him, looking up at him like he's trying to figure something out. He's seen through the basic motive—sex, and all that comes with that—but Hinata quietly hopes he misses the rest. He should ignore the way that Hinata feels like squishing himself into whatever shape Yuta picks, no matter how obvious it is that Yuta's picking these shapes to be difficult for Hinata to fit into. It's almost a game, one that's just for them.
"Sure," Hinata whispers, blinking once, twice.
Rei doesn't poke at anything, he just wraps his hand around Hinata's wrist and pulls him close, looking at him with affection, and maybe something else. Uncertainty? He isn't sure. It's rare for Rei to be uncertain about anything, or at least for him to show it, but he's been unsure around Hinata for a long time, knows that Hinata loves him and knows, too, that Hinata still holds school-time resentment toward him for things that weren't done the way they should be.
But that was the past, and Hinata doesn't cling to things like that. He just smiles at Rei and leans in, close enough to kiss but careful not to fully close the gap. Rei doesn't wait too long, eyeing up Hinata's lips for just a moment before closing the gap and kissing him.
Rei's lips are warm beneath Hinata's own, his breath a mix of coffee and sleep that shouldn't be as charming as it is. He wants to try this for himself, to taste of his senpai the way his brother had. It's not fair that someone had had Yuta but not Hinata—he doesn't want to unpack that. He won't.
Either way, it's easy to clamber into Rei's lap, settle his knees on either side of slim hips. It's easy to kiss him again, urgent, until they're both breathless. He wants Rei to push him off of him, to show some loyalty to Yuta. But if Rei did that, he'd feel annoyed. Both would be wrong. He doesn't unpack that either.
"I had worried you'd let Ritsu's words get to you," Rei says, in the space Hinata leaves him between kisses and bites. Hinata wonders if it's obvious he'd be a biter, wonders if Rei likes it or hates it, wonders if he even cares. He's already hard, even with Rei's words in his ear, making him shiver. He wants him, he wants what Yuta had, whatever it was. He presses down against his senior's thigh and tries to get some kind of friction.
"No way," he whispers back, against Rei's lips. Another kiss, just to make it clear he's serious, clear he's got no intention of stopping now.
He freezes, though, when he hears a key turn in a lock. He hadn't thought someone would be home. He hears footsteps, remembers what Rei had said about his parents being out of town but realizes now, too late, that Ritsu hadn't been mentioned. An afterthought, or a deliberate plan? He doesn't pull away, though. Instead, he leans into the arm that Rei has wrapped around his waist, torn between oh no, oh shit and so let him see.
It's Rei who pulls back first, cheeks dusted with pink, the start of a blush. His eyes widen, and he begins to stammer out an apology.
"R-Ritsu, it's not what it—" he begins, but makes no move to push Hinata off his lap.
"The other one now? Really?" Ritsu asks, his tone laced with annoyance more than anger. "It's fine, Hinata-kun, don't get up."
Hinata feels his breath catch in his throat. Up until now, it was like he was invisible and Ritsu was scolding only Rei. Now he's in the line of sight.
"In fact, don't stop," Ritsu breathes, sliding his fingers into Hinata's hair, wrenching his face forward, back toward Rei's. Rei immediately kisses him, obedient. There's teeth this time, and Hinata's not the one biting. Hinata lets out a groan from deep in his throat anyway. Ritsu steps forward, pressing his chest to Hinata's back, smothering him between the two Sakumas.
"R-Ritsu-senpai…?" Hinata tries to stammer.
"You won't stop," Ritsu hisses, right by his ear, "until I leave or say I don't want to see any more."
It takes little effort for Rei to undo the button of Hinata's pants, sliding a hand in, the tips of his fingers tracing over Hinata's cock despite the confines of the fabric. Ritsu lifts Hinata up, just a little, so Rei can tug his pants down and free him. Hinata shivers as the cold air hits his dick, but any protests he might have are lost in Rei's kisses. It's Rei who obediently takes him in hand, squeezing his cock gently, then less gently. He never denies Ritsu anything, Hinata knows that much at least. He moans despite himself, into Rei's mouth. Rei smiles a little, stroking him slowly.
Hinata closes his eyes, enjoying the way Rei's hand feels. It's surprisingly warm despite his lower body temperature. Colder than his own hands but not enough to be uncomfortable.
Before long, though, it's replaced by a colder one. Ritsu gently nudges Rei's hand away, reaching down to grip Hinata himself. Where Rei had been slow, gentle, considerate… Ritsu is none of that. His movements are harsh, and while Rei's gentle touch was pleasant, Ritsu's is what he needs. It doesn't take long before he's gasping into Rei's mouth, hips bucking against Ritsu's harsh touch. Rei's kisses have turned slow, languid, even sweet. It's such a contrast with the near-painful handjob he's getting that he almost can't take it.
He's almost there, he just needs a little more…
And then Ritsu's hand pulls back, leaving Hinata aching and desperate and shaking in Rei's gentle arms. He's embarrassed, trembling, but still so close. He just needs a little more.
"That's enough," Ritsu breathes, kissing the side of Hinata's neck. Hinata bites back a whine, desperate and needy, which just makes Ritsu let out this breathy laugh right by his ear, making him shiver. He withdraws completely and makes his way back to the threshold, his hand on the doorframe as he steps out of the room.
Hinata finally manages to exhale, feeling relief and disappointment at once. His breath comes out shakily, and Rei doesn't look much better. It's weird to see his usually-unflappable Sakuma-senpai look so anxious, and so it's no surprise that he quickly schools his face back into neutrality and pulls Hinata closer, wrapping a hand around him and picking up where Ritsu had left off. His touch just as gentle as before, but with how close Hinata is, it doesn't take long until he's finishing in Rei's hand.
Hands cling to the front of his shirt, holding tightly as he presses his hips up, chasing friction and Sakuma-senpai's beautiful, long fingers. He pinches the tip of Hinata's cock, just enough to pull a yelp from him that makes Rei chuckle in his ear, and Hinata practically melts at the attention.
Rei doesn't so much as mention his brother, so Hinata doesn't either. They're pretending that never happened, or something. When it's over, Rei picks him up and puts him on the kitchen table, smiling at him with such obvious affection that Hinata can't help but think about how that affection is clearly for someone else. Ritsu's out of the room and yet his presence lingers. He pretends that expression is for him, though, and reaches out to push Rei's bangs out of his face.
Rei closes his eyes, and relaxes under the touch, and looks like he wants for nothing more than this. Outside, Hinata hears it start to rain, big droplets smacking into the window glass, slow at first, then faster, until it's a proper downpour.