Chapter 19
Yasu
What in the hell was I doing, and why did I not want it to stop?
Everything in my being told me to make it stop, to pump the brakes, think through this rationally, but the reality was that I’d been thinking about this happening for a few days now.
The more I tried not to think about it? Yeah, it only made me think about it more.
I wanted to feel Ryosuke just as much as I wanted to feel my best friend.
If that was fucked up, then I didn’t want to be right.
Had Itsuki not had his hand on me, I would have mauled Ryosuke over stripping him bare right on the spot.
I wanted to feel his skin against mine, and that was such a strange feeling.
I’d gone from wanting to punch his face in to fucking him in two seconds flat.
Maybe there was something about the passion behind that—it was all so damn intense.
“Yasu-sama,” Itsuki sighed, his breath fanned over my ear, causing me to jump back from Ryosuke.
I blinked at the red-headed man in front of me and his kiss-swollen lips. All sense of smugness was gone, as if he was just as unsure about all of this like I was. There was a comfort in that.
We were all being reckless.
My dick throbbed between my legs and when I looked at Itsuki I was shocked to see the way his skirt was tented out in the front.
In all the years we’d known each other, I hadn’t ever seen my best friend aroused in such a way.
I wanted to take care of him, to ease the ache, to make him feel so goddamn good that he forgot about anyone else he had ever been with.
I swore my hand had a mind of its own as it found its way between his legs, cupping and squeezing the hard bulge there.
Itsuki let out a small curse, leaning into me.
This should have felt wrong, but having Ryosuke there watching us?
It only added to the intensity of the moment.
I’d spent so much time trying to avoid giving into my attraction to Itsuki that it almost felt like it was necessary to have someone there to witness the moment I caved in.
“Itsu...” His name was but a whisper on my lips as I continued to massage his cock. It twitched beneath my touch. I quickly grew addicted to the little mewls of pleasure that he made.
I didn’t expect Ryosuke to lean in close, for his warm breath to fan across my ear as he whispered instructions. “Grip him just a little harder, Yasu. Roll your wrist when you bring your hand forward. Yes, just like that. Make him feel so damn good.”
The words lit me on fire. I never thought I’d be the person who responded to being given instructions, but my body was an inferno as the dirty words kept coming.
“Look how much he likes it. I bet he’s so fucking hard for you. Don’t you want to know what he feels like without clothes in the way? Come on, Yasu. Why don’t you give in? Reach under that dress and feel just how good he’s being for you.”
I wanted to.
Fuck did I want to. Maybe it was taking things too far.
This all felt like a little much for the first time giving in, but after years of fantasizing about my best friend and being given the green light, I almost didn’t care anymore.
That little voice in the back of my mind was still screaming that it was a bad idea.
That this could destroy the band if everything went south, but I couldn’t stop.
Didn’t want to stop.
“Yasu-sama.” Itsuki was breathless as he pressed into my hand with more urgency.
Goddamn, he had to be getting close. My body heated to a level that felt like it would melt steel.
Here I was, touching my best friend. Bringing him pleasure.
I had someone I hated whispering dirty instructions in my ear and I was so fucking close to reaching my own climax.
That should have been embarrassing, but it wasn’t. It was a natural reaction to one of the hottest things I’d ever encountered. My nuts drew up, all I wanted to do was shoot my load, but I’d never come untouched before. What was it about touching Itsuki like this that got me so hot and bothered?
Ryosuke’s words halted, but only because his mouth was preoccupied with blazing kisses along the back of my neck. I lolled my head onto his shoulder as my hand kept working between Itsuki’s thighs.
A long groan worked its way out of my throat as my senses became overwhelmed. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air as the three of us somehow found the perfect rhythm between us. It was the solid melody of a classic hit that set my blood on fire and rocketed my body into completion.
It had been years since I’d come in my pants like that, but as the warm heat spread through my underwear, I shivered at the sensation.
I wasn’t the only one who was pushed over the edge.
Itsuki’s cock pulsed in my hand. I knew that he’d also found his release and, fuck, I wanted to feel the heat and wetness of it.
To drag the sticky warmth to my tongue and taste him.
We’d already crossed so many fucking lines, what would one more do?
Ryosuke’s hold loosened.
I had a solitary mission with nothing stopping my progress; I pushed my hand under Itsuki’s skirts.
The wet spot on the front of his purple boxer briefs made my mouth water because I wanted that.
That belonged to me. None of his releases deserved to sit in the cotton of his underwear. It was meant for my stomach.
When I pushed the waist of his pants lower, Itsuki raised his hips. I heard Ryosuke gasp behind me, like he knew what I was about to do.
Had Ryosuke come?
There was that small part of me that didn’t really care. He was an interloper in this moment, but also not. Without him, none of this would have happened.
Musk and sweetness filled my nose as it pressed into the moist fabric of Itsuki’s underwear. Saliva filled my mouth as I dipped my tongue out to run along the damp fabric.
“Look how fucking sweet you are. You want to clean up his mess? Clean him up nice and neat, Yasu. I bet he tastes just as delicious as he looks.”
And just like when Ryosuke had talked to me before, a thrill raced down my spine as I opened my lips and sealed my mouth over Itsuki’s softening length. The taste of his warm and salty cum was enough to send me into hyper-drive.
“Yasu. Ryo...” Itsuki was so out of breath as his fingers tangled into my hair, pulling me more tightly against him as I continued to mouth at the mess in his briefs.
All I needed to do was push the offending material out of the way and I could taste all of him.
To know what it would taste like to have his skin and cum on my tongue.
My eyes rolled back as Ryosuke pressed his engorged cock to my ass, rocking against me as I continued to lick and suck at the fabric in front of my face.
This was so damn filthy and shouldn’t be happening at all.
I didn’t want it to stop. If I were to die with my face jammed into my best friend’s sticky mess, it would be the perfect way to go.
When I felt Ryosuke’s body shudder against me, something inside of me snapped. While I’d been enjoying myself, a sense of wrongness washed over me.
This couldn’t happen. Shouldn’t happen.
What had I done? Had I just fucked over the band by giving into the one thing I’d always desired?
Two sets of eyes watched me as I pushed myself from between Ryosuke and Itsuki. They both looked concerned, but I couldn’t bring myself out of the spiral. I’d fucked it all up. I was a fuck-up.
We were doomed to fail.
The mess in my pants was incredibly uncomfortable and an unfortunate reminder of just how much I’d let everyone down.
Instead of focusing on the words of worry that came from both Itsuki and Ryosuke, I stumbled my way to the front door and shoved my feet into my shoes before making my way out into the cool early spring air.