Boys & Basketball (BL)

4

Takahashi Kazuya, Number 11
Brooklyn Mathias, Number 4
Keith Sekar, Number 8

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Kazuya and Brooklyn couldn't quite comprehend how they found themselves in this situation.

In all the nights they'd spent together, they had never seen Keith like this.

It had started with a victory celebration after their basketball match with the team, where the drinks had flowed a little too freely. But now, with the room bathed in the soft glow of the evening, they took in every detail of Keith.

They didn't dare object.

Keith leaned back against the wall, a deep shaky breath escaping him as he wrapped his hand tighter around himself, a low groan parting through his lips.

Kazuya's eyes remained locked on him, but his lips traced a path down Brooklyn's nape. His clipped fingernails pressed into Brooklyn's waist, pulling him even closer.

Wet, squelching obscene sounds were all they could hear.

Kazuya didn't pause, even as a loud whimper escaped Brooklyn's lips, forcing another finger inside him, adding onto the two digits.

Keith kept his gaze fixed on Brooklyn, unable to look away. He watched as tears welled up in Brooklyn's eyes, his teeth sinking into his already reddened bottom lip.

God, he was so pretty when he cried.

Keith swallowed hard, his ears ringing with the heavy thud of his own heartbeat as he continued to watch Brooklyn's rim stretch tight around Kazuya's fingers.

Brooklyn lifted his head slightly, the damp strands of his hair catching the moonlight that filtered through the dorm room.

His gaze locked onto Keith's once more, his jade eyes slowly traveling down Keith's broad form slumped back on the bed. He took in the sight of Keith's plump lips parted to release heavy breaths, his bare chest glistening with worked up sweat, his abdomen muscles which clenched with every jerk of his wrist against his thick cock, glistening so carelessly with his precum.

Brooklyn let out another whine when Kazuya pressed into his spot, yet again.

"You gonna cum again? Aren't you too greedy tonight?" Kazuya's breathy chuckle made its way to Brooklyn, only to be left unheard by the boy. He let out a gasp filled with pleasure again, his back arching slightly as Kazuya wrapped his hand around his cock, a pretty red at the leaking tip.

Keith silently agreed with Kazuya.

Brooklyn had been quite greedy tonight.

He had orgasmed about three times tonight already. Keith knew because he had held on the base of his cock to stop himself from spilling his sheets thrice too, clenching his jaw, the only thought in his head being 'Not yet'.

But Brooklyn hadn't cared to stop, he had selfishly grabbed his release and leaked all over his sheets, as Kazuya fucked into him from behind.

Kazuya had barely been given a few minutes of rest before Brooklyn had climbed onto his lap again, sitting so effortlessly, so invitingly, after their second round.

And Keith knew, without a doubt, that even if Kazuya wanted a breather, it wouldn't cross his mind with Brooklyn brushing back his hair, tempting him with every subtle move and arching his back, moaning so sweetly.

But after the third time, even Kazuya needed a break.

That didn't mean he was done paying attention to his junior, though.