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- How did you three even get together? - Such question made (e/c) eyes turn to Mitsuya, that along with Hakkai, Draken, and Takemichi, decided to take a night to hang out.
- What do you mean? - (y/n) asked, slightly confused by the sudden question, and he could see the faint blush on Mitsuya's cheeks, demonstrating he was probably tipsy.
- I mean you, Angry and Smiley. Those two never looked like they were into you on the Toman days. - So that's what he meant.
(l/n) wandered a little, looking for on his remembrances, the reason for him start to date Souya and Nahoya. His fingers mindlessly traced the cold bottle in front of him, seeing the drops of water descend on its surface.
- Well, with Souya... - (y/n) started.
The drops of sweat were starting to stain Souya's warm skin, his stomach touching the mattresses, his face hidden on his pillow, swarming all of his embarrassing sounds. His white, milky skin now marked in red, some in the form of hands, a few in the form of hickeys, and if one saw his ass, would think he has been spanked; he kind of was.
- Let me hear more of you, dear. - (y/n) whispered on the blue-haired boy's ear, thrusting slowly and provoking the male.
He could feel the younger Kawata whimper against the pillow, his eyes closing in embarrassment, his insides tightening around (y/n). He didn't want to let the male hear his desperate moans. He was so lost in pleasure, that he couldn't even control his voice.
- Come on, Souya. - (y/n) wouldn't give up yet, the tip of his cock hitting precisely the Kawata's sweet spot with every slow thrust of his. He was making the younger boy go insane.
Finally giving in (l/n)'s request, the blue-haired boy retracted his face from the pillow, his mewls and moans now being freely given to the air. That was how (y/n) liked.
- Thank you, babe. - He graced, gently, before tracing his fingers through the Kawata's sweaty, flushed skin, liking how easy it was to mark him, his skin always so sensitive.
Souya moaned his name, blue eyes watering, red lips parting, slender finger tightening on the sheets, as (l/n) started to speed up his movements, reaching deeper inside of the Kawata, his moans heightening its volume.
- Nyaah~ p-please more ahh~. - The younger boy was feeling himself get closer to his limit, his hips weakly pushing back to (l/n)'s now fast movements.
