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It was mornings like these that made Sonic think, This fucking cheapskate really needs to get a bigger apartment!
Or an actual bed, at least. Two futons was not enough for three grown ass men, especially when one of them was a giant hunk of metal. Especially when there was hardly any room on the floor for two, let alone three bodies, all squished between the far wall and the television.
Curse Saitama and Genos, and their ridiculous attachment to this tinderbox of a home.
This is what usually crossed Sonic’s mind as he woke up, smothered between two hot, heavy bodies. Sometimes he was lucky - during the night he’d wriggle his way on top of one or both of the heroes, sprawled like a cat across their chests and tummies, totally free to drag himself from the pile whenever he pleased.
Most mornings were like this one, though. Sonic woke up, head pillowed by Saitama’s shoulder, weighed down by Genos’ arm at his waist. The blond had curled around him from behind, knees pressing Sonic’s legs until they were pretzeled with Saitama’s. The ninja’s ass was trapped between Genos’ groin and Saitama’s muscled thigh.
The sensation of such heavy restriction wasn’t exactly pleasant first thing in the morning, but Sonic was used to calming down when caught like this. At least it wasn’t the third option, which meant being truly caught in a tangle of limbs and elbows in ribs and drool on his back.
No, no, this was preferable. And it was still cold outside, winter air easily seeping into the old apartment. This morning routine could be quite disgusting in the summer, when Genos’ was always too hot and Saitama too sweaty. Cuddling between them in the mornings was an absolute nightmare during the hot months. Now though, it was almost chilly outside the covers. It made Sonic grateful for their heat, and the ninja grumbled quietly, satisfied with the position this time around. He really didn’t like it when he couldn’t move about freely, but at least with these two… he felt safe.
Uhg, disgusting. He was getting soft.
Well, most of him was. One part of him was getting a little stiff, pressed so snugly against Saitama’s thigh. Sonic wriggled and debated on extracting himself from being squished between his two lovers. Ah… but it was still so early, and he was snug and cozy and warm, and he kind of liked the arousal bubbling up in the pit of his stomach. The ninja wiggled a little more, enjoying the solid weight of Genos holding him still. The friction of his pajama shorts against Saitama’s sweatpants was delicious too, building up a heat in his groin. How far could he go without waking either up, he wondered?
Grinning wryly, Sonic carefully adjusted his hands so they were wrapped about Saitama’s small waist. He gently pulled the other man closer, and hummed in appreciation when the baldy rolled over more to move unconsciously closer. His chest pressed flush against Sonic’s, one arm moving to rest across the ninja’s neck so his hand found its way into Genos’ messy hair. Sonic scoffed at this, amused. He was well and truly sandwiched now…
It was nice, though, because it made Saitama curl in closer, and his thigh shifted between Sonic’s legs. The raven-haired man sighed at the feeling. It was warm, good. He twitched his hips, gripping onto Saitama’s leg with his thighs and trying to rut with as little movement as possible. The rough material of their clothes was scratchy but good. Sonic realized his own leg was pretty close to Saitama’s groin as well, though not as secure. He bit his lip to stop from grinning too wide as he carefully moved to rub against Saitama’s limp member through his sweatpants.
It earned him a dreamy mumble, Saitama’s warm breath brushing his cheek. Sonic cood back softly. He lightly kissed Saitama’s neck, teasing the skin under his jaw with his teeth. He could feel the vibrations of Saitama’s groan against his cheek. Still asleep, the baldy pressed closer, and Sonic hummed in satisfaction as the man’s thigh began to twitch and jerk between his legs.
Rocking his hips, Sonic rutted against Saitama and attacked his neck with kisses and small bites. He briefly debated sucking on him, but decided not to - bastard couldn’t even keep a hickie for more than five minutes. Sonic kept his ministrations light, just enough to coax those breathy, unguarded noises from Saitama. They encouraged the ninja, made him moan brokenly. He gripped Saitama’s thigh with his own greedily and began to wiggle in earnest.
Finally, he felt Saitama take a deep breath and he knew the other man was awake. Sonic didn’t stop - he kissed Saitama’s throat and sucked. He dug his fingers into the flesh of his back, dragging his nails down until they dipped past the hem of his sweatpants. Pulling Saitama ever closer, as close as possible, Sonic bucked against him, hot with the delicious friction.
Saitama didn’t make a sound, but the hand that had been playing with Genos’ hair in his sleep now shifted to Sonic’s. It was a sweet, lazy gesture, and Saitama didn’t do much else. Sonic’s heart skipped when he realized Saitama was just letting him continue, not doing much himself, though Sonic knew he was getting hard. He could feel it against his tummy, swelling as Sonic rocked and squeezed his thighs. The raven-haired man whimpered into Saitama’s shoulder. He was close-
A deep, inquisitive sound came from behind, startling Sonic so bad he almost stopped. But, but- fuck, he was so close…! Just a little more!
Solid, heated metal crept up his side, sliding under his shirt to find his nipples. Sonic gasped as Genos pinched him there. The cyborg was moving closer, and the feeling of having them both so close - pressing down on him, almost crushing him - was heavenly. Genos’ body was hot and soothing against his back. Saitama’s hand in his hair was good, too, especially when he began to dig his fingers in and tug. Sonic obediently pulled his face from Saitama’s neck and found the man’s lips instead.
It didn’t take much longer for him to come. Saitama finally moved, bucking into him, pressing him back against Genos’ unyielding form and it was over quickly after that. The sounds he was making were pathetic, but he couldn’t help it, the pleasant tingle making his shake and twitch.
Genos wrapped his arms around Sonic and rolled over, pulling him onto his chest. Sonic still felt too satisfied to object. He let the cyborg manhandle him, secretly enjoying how Genos sat up and adjusted Sonic to sit properly in his lap.
“That’s one way to wake us up,” Saitama said, laughing at Sonic’s attempt at a sour expression.
“Better than getting kicked awake,” Genos agreed. He ran a warm hand across Sonic’s stomach, petting him. His other hand, however, reached up to pull on one of his ears. “I do not recall ever negotiating such a thing, however.”
“Shut up,” Sonic whined, voice deep once more as he began to gather himself. He tried to slap Genos’ hand off his ear but those metal fingers were clamped like a vice. The ninja blushed angrily and grimaced. “I don’t need your permission to do anything, you fuckin’ tin can.”
“Oh? Is that so?”
Yeah it fucking is, Sonic wanted to say. He grit his teeth and avoided eye contact instead. Genos hand, the one on his stomach, had stopped moving. Saitama wasn’t helping at all, scratching his ass as he stood up.
“Gonna go piss,” the bald man said, and Sonic made a face at him. “I’ll make breakfast afterwards, yeah?”
“Sensei-”
“No buts! You made breakfast the last, what, three times? It’s my turn.”
“...Very well, then. I suppose it’s only fair.”
“You’re the only person I’ve ever met who argues about chores,” Sonic says, “and wants to do all of them. You’re a fucking freak.”
Genos finally looked at him properly, and Sonic had to swallow another irritated noise. One thing that really bugged him about the cyborg was how blank his face could be. Saitama wasn’t so different, but neutral was just his default expression. It wasn’t hard to tell when he was happy or pissed or excited. If not his face, his body language or tone would tell you everything. Genos was different, though. He was much harder to read, and had the advantage of a totally artificial body he had complete control over. Nothing he did was involuntary, nothing was purely reflexive, outside of a small handful of situations.
Sonic wasn’t the most empathetic person, but part of his job was being observant and understanding his target. It was frustratingly difficult to know what Genos was thinking. It had been more than half a year, but still… Unlike Saitama, Sonic really couldn’t read the blonde well at all.
So he wasn’t sure what Genos was thinking, now. Was he truly angry about all the teasing? Annoyed that Sonic had gotten off without anyone else’s permission? That he’d used Saitama as a toy while the older man was sleeping? What would he do…?
Sonic was expecting plenty of things, but what he was not expecting was Genos to say, “Your hair is a mess.”
“What?”
“It’s all tangled.”
Sonic raised a hand and raked it through his hair. He’d put it up in a messy bun before bed, and the band he’d used was caught up in his hair, knotted in the inky black strands. The ninja frowned, deeply dissatisfied. He was used to messy hair when he woke up but… he should’ve fucking known better than to hang it up like that. It was impossible to leave it down, though, when he slept with these idiots. Genos had cut it quite a long while ago - the dick - but while it wasn’t anywhere near as long as it used to be, it had grown fast. Hair down past his shoulders was too long to sleep with when there were two other bodies just waiting to twist and tug on it during the night.
Caught up in his musings and still surprised at Genos’ comment, Sonic didn’t fight when Genos moved him off his lap and onto the floor. Genos rolled up the futons and stacked them behind Sonic.
Genos left without another word and Sonic was confused. He sat cross legged where Genos had placed him, unsure of what he should do. He wasn’t particularly interested in doing much anyway, and he had the feeling Genos wanted him to stay where he was… Uhg, wasn’t it a little early to be so bossy? It’d be better to listen, though, especially given the stunt he’d already pulled this morning. Genos could get pissy if Sonic was too disobedient. But, to be fair, that usually ended well for all parties.
Sometimes Genos would be a prick about it though, and Sonic didn’t wanna risk getting iced in case he and Saitama were interested doing something later on.
So he waited. He grumbled, shifting in his sticky underwear. He wanted to take a shower and wash his hair.
Genos had other plans, however. He came back with a damp wash cloth, a fresh pair of Saitama’s shorts, and a brush. He handed Sonic the cloth and dropped the shorts into his lap. Then the cyborg sat on the futons behind Sonic and began digging into his tangled mane of hair.
“H-hey, the fuck are you doing?” Sonic snapped, trying to pull away. Genos had a grip on the hair band, and tugging only caused a sharp, unpleasant twist of pain on his scalp.
“I’m going to brush your hair,” Genos replied calmly, totally unphased by Sonic’s complaining. He gently pulled on the band, trying to bring the ninja’s head close again. “Clean yourself off and change shorts, and then I will begin.”
“I can brush my own hair.”
“I know you can. Do as I say.”
There wasn’t much to be done in rebellion - Genos was already pulling him in again and working to remove the band from his hair. Sonic grumbled but didn’t argue, instead twisting so he could take his underwear off. He wiped himself off and put the clean shorts on and instantly felt a lot better. Wadding up the dirty cloth he tossed it into a corner of the room, knowing Genos would pick it all up later and put it with the rest of the laundry.
Eventually, with a lot of care and patience and cursing on Sonic’s part, Genos got the hair band out. He tossed it to the side and set to work with the brush.
It was a long process. Sonic didn’t make it easy for him either, wiggling and complaining every other second. Genos didn’t say anything but sometimes he’d tug on Sonic’s ear or even twist Sonic’s hair near the roots to make him settle. If the feeling of the brush yanking at the knots in his hair wasn’t so totally unpleasant, Sonic might’ve found it fun, being able to act so childishly.
Saitama made breakfast. He half watched them through the window leading into the kitchen, and sometimes he made a comment at Sonic, teasing him about his behavior.
It took a while, but eventually Genos’ brush had worked through most of the knots. Soon the brush was moving smoothly through Sonic’s hair. Genos warmed the palms of his hands and would rest them on Sonic’s shoulders, the back of his neck, as he worked. Sonic sighed and began to relax. He hated when people messed with his hair, but… This was nice. Maybe there was some weird satisfaction, too, at having Genos tend to him like this.
Genos brushed his hair for awhile, long enough for Sonic to almost fall asleep again. Saitama came in with their breakfast though, and three of them moved to set up the table and eat. The news was turned on. Genos and Saitama spoke lazily about grocery plans and HA shenanigans and Sonic mostly tuned them out, devouring his food quickly out of habit.
Sonic glances at the others, thinking. He’s some strange combination of blissfully relaxed and riled up. He thinks of Saitama’s cock, how it felt against his leg and stomach earlier. Did the other man ignore it? Did he beat off in the bathroom before making breakfast…?
And what of Genos, he pondered, looking at the teen beside him. He was in seiza, and he looked stiff, but by now Sonic knew that was his preferred way of sitting. No muscles to cramp or ache from sitting like that. Plus, it was kind of cute… to see his feet folded like that, so politely.
Fuck, who the hell thought seiza was cute. Sonic nearly choked on his eggs and rice.
Back to the less embarrassing train of thought: had Genos gotten excited that morning? It was always so hard to tell. Didn’t help that he didn’t have a dick or anything - no revealing boners go give Sonic a hint. The guy didn’t even blush! The closest Sonic could ever get to seeing Genos was aroused was looking out for little trails of steam.
He didn’t see any now. But still, the restlessness in him demanded Sonic act up.
Pushing his mostly clean bowl away, Sonic leaned on the table and said, “Oi, baldy.”
Saitama shot him an unamused look.
“You get off earlier?”
“Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. In the bathroom.”
Sonic rolled his head so his gaze fell on Genos. The cyborg had fallen still, watching him carefully. “And you?”
“I did not get off in the bathroom.”
Sonic used one of his chopsticks to poke Genos in the cheek, glaring. “Shitty brat.”
It was subtle, but in that instant, something in Genos’ expression changed. Sonic wasn’t sure in what way but it made him lean back slightly, biting the inside of his cheek.
“I see,” Genos said flatly, tone heavy with intent. Sonic could feel the atmosphere shift as Genos’ eyes seemed to glow bright gold. “You’re being considerate for once in your life. Obviously, you had fun this morning. Saitama and I appreciate your concern. Would you like to return the favor?”
Sonic tilted his head and stared, wary. “Favor?”
Calmly, more than slow enough for Sonic to avoid him, Genos lifted a hand and rested his palm on Sonic’s cheek. He moved his hand, fingers curling into the ninja’s hair and moving through the silky tresses. “Yes, I do think you owe us one,” the cyborg murmured, like he was talking more to himself. He nodded once, then said to Saitama, “Get his collar, please.”
Immediately, Sonic’s body sized up. “W-wait, wait-”
Saitama was already grinning and crawling over to the desk. He opened one of the small drawers and looked around inside until he pulled out a bright purple collar with a golden tag.
It was too late now. Genos was already gripping him, fingers tight in his hair. Sonic whimpered and glared. Genos’ face remained impassive, watching him. The scrutiny made Sonic clench his teeth, and he growled as Saitama came from behind and put the collar around his neck.
The tag, engraved with ‘Kitten’, was cold on his collarbone. Genos appraised it. He looked smug somehow, despite that infuriatingly stoic expression. Sonic huffed, but he could feel himself start getting hard again.
“Saitama, get the lubricant and work him open,” Genos ordered. It was always weird to hear him use the other’s first name… It was always ‘Sensei!’ this and ‘Sensei?’ that, so much that Sonic had almost called the bald man by title on multiple occasions. Thankfully he hadn’t slipped up yet - he couldn’t imagine anything quite as mortifying.
As far as he could tell, there was some long-established agreement that Genos wouldn’t use the term when they were being intimate. Just as well, seeing as it would screw up the dynamic if Genos was calling Saitama that.
Saitama hummed and eagerly went to fetch what Genos asked for. Only then did the cyborg let Sonic go. He got to his feet and then went to sit on the stack of futons, leaning back casually. Looking almost bored, Genos ran a thumb tantalizingly along the hem of his dark blue sweatpants.
Being attracted to Genos was weird. Sonic had fucked around with plenty of different sorts of men, but never a robot or cyborg or anything similar. It took a little while to appreciate Genos’ beyond his handsome face, but over time Sonic found himself finding the strangest aspects of the teen horribly attractive. The solid shape of his pectoral vents, the tubing that ran along his sides, accentuating the almost curvaceous shape of his waistline. The black, silver, and gold colors of his body, the way they caught the light - all of it was attractive.
And above all else were his eyes, intense as hell and always drilling into Sonic like he was less than nothing. For the longest time Sonic thought there couldn’t be anything about Genos that would truly unsettle or scare him… But when the cyborg switched off the lights of his irises and stared, eyes dark as pitch, Sonic always found it impossible to disobey.
His eyes weren’t like that yet, but when he beckoned Sonic forward, the ninja didn’t resist. He crawled over and situated himself between Genos’ warm, firm thighs, fingers pressing into the yielding black material there. Genos hummed with something like approval, then used a hand to guide Sonic’s.
The slit was hard to see right away - it became obvious once aroused, but like this, you could barely see it in the black material. Sonic ran a finger along where Genos had placed his hand and smirked when he found the spot. He let his finger dip in just a bit and curl. Genos said nothing, but his next exhale was heavier and warmer. The hand returned to Sonic’s hair, but he wasn’t pulling yet.
A tug on the back of his collar made Sonic jerk in surprise. He tilted his head, glaring at Saitama’s smug smile. “Do you mind, baldy?”
“Just a little,” the man teased. He popped the cap of the lubricant and looked back to Genos. “Should I go ahead?”
“Of course, Saitama.”
“Sweet.” Back to Sonic now. “You good?”
“Fuck off,” Sonic growled.
“Wow, from you, that’s practically begging,” Saitama said sarcastically, pulling the ninja’s shorts down. Sonic turned away from him and leaned forward almost spitefully. He slowly dug his finger in deeper. Genos’ thighs parted for him, giving the ninja more room to work. Steadily, he stretched the cyborg open. Soon he pulled his fingers out and pressed his mouth to the wet opening, lapping at Genos. He tasted sweet, and he was so warm. Sonic hummed gratefully as he ate out the cyborg.
From behind, he could feel Saitama’s strong fingers grab onto his ass, pull his cheeks apart so his hole was visible. A wet, careful finger pressed against him. Sonic huffed and rocked his hips back so he could take the finger in all at once. The stretch was only vaguely painful, and not nearly enough.
“Someone’s eager,” Saitama mumbled, voice dropping a bit. Hearing him like that made Sonic’s cock twitch in his shorts. “Was humping my leg earlier not enough for you, kitten?”
Sonic growled against Genos and snapped his foot out to strike Saitama somewhere in his stomach area. The baldy yelped in surprise, grabbing his ankle. Sonic felt a sharp tug at his hair and gasped as Genos twisted, sending jolts of pain down his scalp and spine. It all went straight to his dick, but Sonic couldn’t help the flare of indignance bubbling up in his stomach at the humiliation of it. “Let go-”
“Behave yourself, pet,” Genos spat, his voice very low. Sonic stopped talking, glaring at the cyborg’s wet thigh.
“Saitama.”
“Gotcha.” The finger returns, this time joined by another, and Saitama ruthlessly presses both in at once. Sonic groans at the intrusion this time. There’s not enough lube- it’s too tight with both so quick-
Genos’ grip on his hair guides his head and forces him to look up at the cyborg. Gold eyes stare down at him with consideration. It’s like he’s some strange bug Genos found on the kitchen floor, and he’s debating whether he wants to put it outside or crush it. Sonic feels his body tremble, caught between the weight of Genos’ stare and the pressure of Saitama’s fingers.
“Do not come,” Genos says, “until I say you can. Do you understand?”
Anger, hot and dangerous, flares up inside Sonic’s chest. “Fuck you!” he spats before he can help himself.
The strike to his right ass cheek is so fast and so hard that Sonic feels his entire body jolt in alarm and arousal. He cries out, clenching Genos’ thighs like his life depends on it.
“Saitama!” Genos sounds exasperated above him. From behind, he hears a chuckle. Three fingers begin pushing into his asshole.
“Kitty wasn’t listening and the spray bottle is all the way in the kitchen,” Saitama answers, laughter in his voice. Sonic wants nothing more than to stab him. But his legs are shaky and there are tears prickling his eyes, so he keeps his face hidden by Genos’ crotch, face red with shame.
“I didn’t tell you to do that,” Genos sighs. He speaks more casually with Saitama when they do this, but it’s still there, the dominance. He sounds disappointed and annoyed.
Saitama makes a sound, something like a scoff. “He deserved it.”
A moment of silence. The fingers in Sonic keep going, but he can feel Saitama is distracted.
“Fine then. Saitama, you will wait too.”
“What!?”
Sonic manages to smother an ugly laugh before it can escape from his throat, grinning like a devil at Saitama’s sputtering.
“You will not come until I say you can,” Genos says, and the finality in his tone leaves absolutely no room for argument. Sonic is still amazed the kid can talk to his precious sensei like this. He supposes, if there is anyone who can put that bald asshole in his place, it might as well be Genos.
Saitama whines a little more but it’s mostly playful, though his fingers become more ruthless as he stretches Sonic open. The ninja croons, wiggling his hips. The anger inside has faded now, replaced with glee at the knowledge that Saitama’s being punished too. He moves his mouth forward and then waits, glancing up at Genos through his eyelashes.
No words, but the cyborg’s hand becomes gentle again, brushing through his hair. Sonic whimpers and begins lapping at his entrance again. He presses his tongue flat on Genos’ clit, kissing the bundle of nerves reverently.
He works carefully and slowly, preening at every small grunt or sigh he can pull from Genos with his tongue. As Saitama pulls his fingers out and no doubt begins slicking his cock with lube, Sonic tilts his head so he can press his tongue further inside. Genos’ shoulders hiss quietly, steaming up. His thighs spread more, giving Sonic room. All of it makes Sonic hot, cock halfway to erect by the time he can feel Saitama press in.
The man behind him takes it slow, grabbing Sonic’s hips and pushing inside inch by inch. Sonic wants him to go faster, make it hurt a little, but he’s not sure if that would annoy Genos. Instead he makes a show of rocking his hips and squirming. Only somewhat reluctantly, he gasps and moans against Genos more obviously.
It seems to encourage them both. Genos hand grasps the back of his neck and pushes him closer while Saitama leans forward, the fingers of his right hand sliding around Sonic’s collar. He doesn’t pull back, not too much, but it makes Sonic somewhat breathless. The hero’s pace picks up, his cock pushing deeper into Sonic, making the ninja’s own erection slap against his stomach with each thrust.
“H-hey, Genos-”
He feels Genos shift, and Sonic tilts his head just enough so he can see the two of them lean towards one another. They meet above him, Saitama nearly bent in half so he can reach Genos’ lips. Sonic can see their tongues press into each other’s mouths, hear how Saitama makes little sounds of pleasure beneath Genos’ attentive mouth. The way they look, the feeling of it, how it forces Saitama to press even deeper, how Genos’ thighs cage his head and force him to stay where he is… Sonic whimpers loudly when Saitama’s cock grazes his prostate.
“I- I can’t, I can’t- fuck, fuck,” he gasps. Sonic lifts his head enough to bite at one of the thick coils at Genos’ waistline. “Genos,” he begs.
“Kitten,” he says against Saitama’s mouth.
“I can’t- I gotta come. I’m gonna-”
“No. Not yet.”
Tears burn behind his eyes. “I- I’m-”
“You’ll follow the rules.” Genos bites Saitama’s lip before pulling away. “Saitama as well.”
Saitama curses softly behind him. Sonic can feel his cock begin to throb inside. Neither of them will last much longer.
In an effort to convince the cyborg, Sonic desperately pushes his thighs apart once more so he can work a finger against the dripping slit. He’s so wet now, surely he must be close. There’s steam curling attractively from his shoulders, the slits on his chest. Sonic presses two of his long fingers between the folds and goes deep, curling them, as if beckoning for Genos’ orgasm. It pulls a beautiful little moan from the cyborg, who finally seems to be getting into things. He pants, hot breath falling on Sonic’s back.
“Saitama, come here.”
He feels Saitama lean forward, and hears Genos whisper something to him. When they part, Genos then looks down at Sonic and says, “Don’t stop, kitten. You’re doing so well. Be a good pet and I’ll let you come, alright? Answer me.”
Sonic bites his lip, wastes a second by concentrating on how Saitama is adjusting his position, spreading his knees and pressing himself against Sonic’s back. Hot, strong hands move from his hips. One glides up under his shirt and through the neck of his shirt, back to the collar again, toying with the tag. The other rubs his nipple, thumbing it, twisting it between two fingers. Sonic gasps and whimpers and tries his best to concentrate.
“Kitten? Do you understand?”
“Y-yes.. Master.”
“Good. Saitama.”
All at once they’re going at a wild pace and it’s all Sonic can do not to fall apart. He writhed beneath Saitama’s thrusts, desperately trying his best to concentrate as he ate Genos out. He curled a third finger inside and let Saitama’s movement carry into his hand, focusing his mouth onto Genos’ clit. He licked and sucked and trembled. Fuck, it was so hard to concentrate like this.
Saitama’s entire body seemed to be draped around him, holding him tight as the man neared his climax. Genos’ hand was twisted into his hair, but not in reprimand, though the tugging did send extra shocks of pleasure through Sonic’s body. He could hear the cyborg finally, finally begin to lose his cool. Genos gasped and moaned and it sounded like music. Sonic forced himself to pump his fingers and swirl his tongue, greedy for more.
Then, when Saitama’s hand left his nipple and wrapped around his cock, Sonic knew he was done for. He concentrated on the pleasant feeling of Geno’s thighs clamping around his head as he brought the blond over the edge before letting himself fall into his own orgasm.
His entire body shuddered. If not for Genos’ grip, he might’ve melted onto the floor in a writhing mess.
It took a minute for him to recover, to blink the stars from his eyes and gather his wits. Sonic licked his lips and savored Genos’ taste. He felt the cyborg’s hand leave his hair and move to cup his chin.
“Sonic, are you alright?”
“M’fine,” he answered weakly. Faintly he registered that Saitama had come too. Sonic grimaced at the feeling of Saitama’s cock pulling out of him. He hated to imagine the mess that baldy left behind.
A metal finger jingled the gold tag of his collar. “You were so good,” Genos murmured. He leaned down to kiss Sonic’s forehead, and the ninja was too loose to hold back his affectionate whimper. Genos’ hand under his chin, on his cheek, was delightfully warm.
He felt Saitama rubbing his hips, his thighs, then gently guide the ninja back to sit in his lap. The hero hummed, resting his chin on Sonic’s shoulder. “That was fun,” he said, sounding almost bored. Sonic and Genos both knew better. The ninja huffed and lifted a hand to tiredly smack Saitama’s cheek. “Hey.”
“You’re insufferable,” Sonic said. “And stupid. Get me a wash cloth.”
“What’s the magic word?” Saitama sang, fingers squeezing the soft flesh of Sonic’s flat stomach, making him squirm.
Before Sonic could tell him to eat shit, Genos said, “It’s snowing.”
“Huh, what?” Sonic and Saitama both leaned back and turned to look out the balcony door. Through the glass they witnessed specks of white falling from a pale grey sky.
“Ahh, it’s coming down pretty good,” Saitama says, sounding bummed. “Will we have time to go out?”
“I’m not going out in that,” Sonic growled, wriggling in Saitama’s lap as if to emphasize his point. He despised snowy weather. “You two can go freeze your dicks off out there if you want but I’m staying in here with the kotatsu.”
“Oh fuck you’re right! We can set up the kotatsu!” Saitama said gleefully. He set Sonic aside and scrambled to go get what he needed to set up the table.
From behind, Sonic felt Genos approach. His shoulders tensed, still feeling apprehensive, but the cyborg only bent down to touch his collar. “Do you want it off now?”
Sonic thought about it. He was pretty satisfied now, but well… if they were getting snowed in…
“You can leave it,” he said, lightly smacking Genos’ hand away. Then he lifted his arms up toward the teen. “I feel nasty. Bathe me.”
He expected to be ignored, in all honesty. He’d pulled the same trick with Saitama and it only ever worked once, after a lot of whining and playful kicking. Sonic was surprised when Genos immediately scooped him up. “H-hey!”
“What? You asked for this.”
Sonic blushed and grumbled, but ultimately allowed Genos to take him to the bathroom. Another half hour found the three of them resting at the kotatsu drinking tea, checking the weather channels and debating on which movie channels to watch.
Sonic let himself lean back against Genos, legs under the kotatsu and across Saitama’s back. It was still strange… being so cozy like this. But it was nice, too. Sonic glanced at the snow outside and sighed, feeling content as he closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the warmth of the kotatsu, of the tea in his hand, of Saitama’s body beneath his legs and Genos’ core pulsing at his back.