In The Middle

Just The Three Of Us

Is this long overdue and long as fuck? Yes. Did I decide to use a sickeningly fluffy cliche? Yes. Yes, I did! But I couldn't help myself, I truly couldn't! It was so cute and I just loved writing it once I figured out what I wanted it to be! But just like that, this short little fic is over! I honestly truly only meant for this to be a one-shot to sort of clear my mind while working through some self-conscious doubts of mine when it came to my works but I like how this turned out! I'm honestly very happy with having written it! It was fun to do and to be honest, it was a great little distraction for me! It was exhausting at times balancing two fics at once but I enjoyed writing some EraserCloudMic for the first time and I'm honestly happy it was so well received! I hope that you all enjoy to reread and love it if you do! Until we meet again ❤️

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Shouta wasn't usually the type to accept flowery compliments or flattering lines. He'd spent years having those awful, cheesy pick-up lines aimed his way. All superficial flattery to get him in a car with his date. Sprawled out with a faceless man above him showering those crooned, breathless praises. But tonight? Tonight, he was more than happy to shower his boyfriends in all the flattery he could think of. He never hesitated in crooning those praises and sweet compliments that had Hizashi's freckled cheeks flushing.

Sparkling delight in those green eyes as he giggled with hands twisting into his hair with lips nuzzling to his own flushed cheek. When he was whining out praises to Oboro only to watch those eyes flaring at him with the blue-haired man whining and shuddering against him. Loving the shimmer to those blue eyes when they were tangled up after sex with breathless praises to Oboro. Ones that got the blue-haired man nuzzling his cheek and throat. He loves it when he is swept off his feet by his blue-haired boyfriend

Showering him with the flattering, crooned phrases that ended with him being dragged off the counter into his arms. Oboro chuckling lowly as his flushed cheek was covered in kisses. Praises, it seemed, were Oboro's life blood. It got the man riled up like nothing inside and outside of bed. He adored nothing more than when those crooned praises were returned to him without a second thought. When hands were sliding along his waist, fingers combing through his hair, and lips on his face with those soft croons.

It had him melting like nothing else in his boyfriends' arms as he giddily returned those praises. Those sweet, crooned words of affection that had his heart jumping in his waist as he slid his hands over shoulders. Twisting into silky and fluffy soft hair respectively. When arms were wrapped around him holding him tight, tight, tight. He loves it. In the few days of their threesome, he swore that insatiability had reared its head once more. Leaving him starved for another touch, another glance, another word from them.

Another of those passionate kisses from his boyfriends. He'd been hungry for the chance to have the both of them at once again with both men seeming to be in agreement with hands touching him. God, it was a blur. A beautiful blur of grabbing hands and slamming hips. Howling voices demanding more, more, more. Keening whines and whimpers that pleaded for someone to go harder and faster. Hands holding him so tightly his bones ached leaving him gasping at the bursts of pleasure it brought him.

There were so many positions, he found, for threesomes had come to light. So many positions he found himself in with his boyfriends that left him dizzy by the time his body was giving out on him as he hit the bed. Voices racing to how, wail, scream and beg for more until they were hoarse in the morning with aching hips and weak legged. He'd been awed at that insatiability that had ripped into him like a rabid animal. Tearing him apart from the inside out only to find it reflected in both Hizashi and Oboro.