Growing up as a social person, Sora Suzuki was surrounded by love and affection- even from the most random people. Tender strokes, gentle kisses. Love came to him in the form of five unique beings, and damn, he's in deep. But when shit happens, and...
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MAY TWENTY FIFTH, TWO THOUSAND AND EIGHTEEN
20:12 at night
WATCHING HIS SOULMATES above him, Sora couldn't help but notice how they were made for him. He fit perfectly under Kunimi, the younger's legs stretched across his waist, like a key into its lock. His back was arched, hips digging into his, and his gaze faced the ceiling. A head sat pillowed in the crook of his neck, and Sora could briefly spot the dazed expression on Kageyama's face as he trailed kisses along Kunimi's jaw. They were so similar- the two of them. The shape of their faces and the curves of their noses seemed so familiar to Sora that he could pick them out of a bustling crowd without a second glance.
"Tobio, ngh, not there," Kunimi moaned, rocking back to meet Kageyama's fingers. They ventured inside his tight hole, making themselves comfortable. The slip and stretch tingled his nerves, setting the ends alight.
"But you like it most here?" Kageyama mouthed into his skin. "You keep tightening up when I press down." To iterate his point, Kageyama pressed hard enough for a strangled cry to escape from Kunimi's throat.
"I'll come if you- ah, keep doing th-at," Kunimi broke off, letting out a high-pitched noise as Kageyama's lips trailed further down his throat, teeth nibbling on the sensitive skin. A firestorm lit up in his abdomen, searing his insides with vivacious pleasure.
"Don't you want to?" Kageyama asked, his breath hot against his flushed skin.
Kunimi squirmed, grinding against Kageyama's knuckles. His thighs trembled on either side of Sora's body, and he was reminded of the soulmate that stared at them with a piercing gaze. "No. Not like this."
Sora's eyes were grey, dull. But they never moved from them. His attention was on him- and Kageyama. On the two of them...just like before. Kunimi felt his mouth dry up.
How he had missed this.
Kageyama felt the bond connecting his soul to Kunimi's tighten and relented. "Alright." He regarded Sora. "He's ready."
Sora's fingers curled around Kunimi's waist, his grip gentle but firm. Kunimi shivered at the languid movement. His heart hammered against his ribcage when Sora's thumbs rubbed circles into the dip of his pelvic bone. It was soft. Gentle. Kunimi was terrified.
He felt bare, open, cracked like a closed pistachio. The ugly greens were showing on his surface, and Kunimi was scared of what Sora was inspecting so closely. His attention was on him, yes, but just what was he thinking behind that wall in their souls?
"Sora?" Kunimi called quietly, tentative.
Sora only hummed, his vocal cords tainted with tenderness.
