In The Middle

Dinner Dates, Electric Hearts, and Making Love!

Throaty, playful giggles in his ear.

Hands sliding along his waist.

The soft kisses trailed over the side of his neck towards his shoulder.

Shouta was absolutely confident he was in Heaven. Such a cliché thought but God knows he was floating in his head with a weightlessness that had him breathless. Fed into the faint buzz that had refused to abate from dinner with the giggling blonde behind him. Scrounging in his pockets for the key ring he'd sworn he'd shoved in there when he'd handed Hizashi them. A requirement after his glass and a half of wine over dinner, he'd tried to sober up with a glass of water, yet Hizashi refused to let him drive.

He knew the buzz wasn't from the wine. Not completely. The cool night air had him shivering when nails scratched lightly over the waistband of his pants with a soft kiss given to his shoulder. It had his hands shaking as he tried scrounging for his keys desperately to get into the house. The soft yellow light on the side of the front door acted as a spotlight should any neighbors poke their heads out. If a stranger passed by on the sidewalk. It was a risk to have the blonde touching him so openly like this.

The warmth of his boyfriend's body pressing against his back had his stomach fluttering wildly with those nerves. Eager to get into the house. In the weeks following that afternoon of thigh riding, he'd been electrified. Absolutely awed when he looked back on it. At the heat of watching both men squirming, twisting, clutching him close the way he'd fantasized for years. Hours, days, nights. There had been an awkwardness in himself following it, but God knows he was happy to have finally spoken his mind.

That they were slowly but steadily making their way into being far more comfortable together. The therapy appointment following that afternoon had, as always, laid a clear image out for him. Where the quieter desires had been spoken freely without the fear of misunderstandings with a fourth party there to gently question. Work them through it. It was when he'd admitted to wanting the chance to have a proper sex with the both of them did their therapist seem to take those reigns. Seemed to help navigate the conversation.

Insisting they not do anything they weren't comfortable with. Oh, the woman had been absolutely amazing with the tips given. The advice on how to go about keeping the encounter balanced if they went down that way. How to regulate the amount of attention between the three of them and advice on how to keep that neglect from forming. How they could go about with sex together without someone feeling left out. That they shouldn't jump into it if they were not comfortable but rather work up to it.

To keep on the way they were going before they took that step together. When that appointment had ended, he'd left with a renewed sense with Oboro and Hizashi. Taking the advice, the tips given to heart as they continued inching their way forward in scenarios involving the three of them. God knows it was something out of a damn fantasy life. Something he could never imagine in a million years with memories cementing themselves into his memory. The afternoon he'd let Oboro eat him out while Hizashi went down on him?

The gentle suggestion of the three of them taking turns being onlookers? In touching, fondling, and kissing when involved? Easy communication afterwards as everyone's needs were taken care of? When his boyfriends had, quite generously, let him gawk and ogle as they fucked? It felt like something that shouldn't be real nor easily attainable, but it was. He'd sworn he'd never been luckier in his life to have two men willing to meet him halfway. To have them love and adore him as he loved and adored them all this time.

To have his needs that had been choking him for fifteen years being satiated. To fulfil the newer desires of his boyfriends when he could. A fever dream as hands tugged him to the bed with the three of them twisting, gasping, clutching to be closer, closer, closer only to find there was no closer. The nights that followed with slick skin sliding against his own as he was cuddled between them had left him euphoric. The nights where clothing was forsake for that skin-to-skin contact and cuddles that left him euphoric.