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“Jesus fucking Christ.” Naoya squeezed his thighs together, rocking on the edge of his chair the longer the cam show went on. The two were slightly out of focus, with Suguru’s long black hair tangled in Satoru’s fist as he steadied his hand to push his cock further down Suguru’s throat. The chat made mention of how the lens focused more on the side of Satoru’s ass and thighs. Naoya’s eyes stayed fixed on the man in front of him, mind wandering to how he wished he could be swallowing that cock instead. “Can you believe he gets to fuck that guy?”
“Which? Don’t tell me you’re jealous of that bartender from my job. Always has people all over him. He’s annoying too.” Toji brushed his hair back, rolling his eyes as he closed the lid to Naoya’s laptop.
“And you get to work with him? Fuck. Is he as hot as he is on camera?” Eyes shining, Naoya tried to open the laptop, only to have Toji keep the lid closed with a firm hand and a determined look.
“Like I said, he’s a fuck. Not one I would want to stick my dick in either. He’s wrapped around that long haired pretty boy, but if he’s sucking his dick on camera, that makes sense. They’re both stupid enough to shit where they eat.” Toji lit a cigarette, leaning back on the couch once he took a long drag and blew the smoke out over himself in an exaggerated plume. He patted the couch next to him, beckoning Naoya to come sit with him now that he has his less divided attention. “What do you need to watch them for? Am I not enough to keep that hungry body of yours satisfied?” Toji smirked, snaking an arm around Naoya’s waist and pulling him close.
“But they’re both hot. You’re hot. I want to hang out with them.” Blush painted his cheeks softly, hiding behind the blonde bangs. “People like that need people like me.”
“Fine fine. Drinks are on you though.”
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Suguru sighed, picking up a small stack of drink napkins and setting two out on the table in front of him. End of the night on a Tuesday barely netted any tips, but being the last server meant he would need to stay until the end. Satoru closing with him, unable to drive himself, would need help navigating towards the subway thanks to Suguru leaving his car at his apartment before coming over.
“I want to go home now.” Satoru leaned against the bar, shifting himself from side to side. Filled with even less than usual, Suguru’s face lit up as the door opened, only for Fushiguro to walk inside, with a blonde companion in tow.
“We can’t go home now. And these two came in an hour before close.” Clenching a fist, Suguru tucked his hair behind his ear, setting down a couple of napkins on the table before cocking his head to the side. “What can I get for you two?”
“Beer.” Suguru should have known from Fushiguro walking in that he wouldn’t bother with anything expensive, making it harder to convince him to do shots. “And whatever he wants.”
“Bring some of your whisky. Something good.” Naoya peeked around the side of Suguru, a small smile gracing his lips as Satoru came into view. Naoya held up a card, handing it towards Suguru. “You can start a tab for us.”
“I’ll be right back.” Suguru forced a grin, turning heel to the bar. He frowned the instant he turned away, hissing to Satoru the second he was in earshot. “Fushiguro brought some twink. I didn’t know he was dating anyone. Why is he here on his day off?” Suguru slid the card over to Satoru. “The blonde wanted to start a tab too. Cash him out at the end of the night.”
“Huh?” Satoru looked up from his phone, closing the brightly colored app and shaking his head. “Oh, him. He usually wants beer when he’s here. That’s all he ever orders when he comes in. You’re usually off on those days.”
“Uh huh.” Suguru uncapped the beer after Satoru placed it on the counter. “The blonde wants some whisky. Didn’t say how. Probably neat, but we’ll see when I have to bring it back and he’s pissed. I can tell my tip is going to be nothing too with the way both of them are looking at you.” Satoru shook his head at his partner’s insecurity, blowing him a kiss where the other two couldn’t see.
“You worry too much. Here.” Satoru slid over a shot of vodka, imported, flavorless, expecting Suguru to down it the moment he saw it. The glass of whisky stood next to it, beside the beer where Suguru needed to just grab it.
“You know I don’t like vodka. Make me something sweet. These two are leaving a bad taste in my mouth.” Picking up the drinks, Suguru returned to the other side of the bar. Behind him, Satoru took the shot, swallowing down the vodka in the small glass.
Setting the drinks down in front of Fushiguro and some blonde he had seen a few times, Suguru turned heel to leave, needing to keep himself busy. Fushiguro’s hand caught his wrist, pulling him back towards the two of them, much to Suguru and Naoya’s surprise.
“Stay, Suguru. I like it when the servers sit with me. Then I don’t have to call for them to bring me another.” Fushiguro pulled out his rumpled pack of cigarettes, bringing one to his mouth and lighting it. He blew the smoke out to the side of him, away from either of the men flanking him. “You wouldn’t know that though. We always have the same days off.”
Against his better judgment, Suguru took a seat, opposite Naoya at the table. Sliding into the booth proved not to be a challenge at all, and with no one else present in the bar, it only made sense to pay the most attention to the two paying his tips for the time being. Naoya fumed briefly on the other side of Fushiguro as his boyfriend brushed one of the strands of hair out of Suguru’s face before he realized that meant he had an unobstructed view of Satoru now.
Suguru sat stiffly next to Fushiguro, unsure of what to do with his co-worker so close to him, smoking next to him, breathing his air. He hadn’t thought about this possibility when he started working at Hollow Purple, but with the situation as a reality, the minutes seemed to slow down as the clock began to crawl. Suguru insisted later as Fushiguro leaned in to ask him something he refused to pay attention to that one of the clocks ticked backwards on the other side of the bar.
Fushiguro busied himself with Suguru, brushing back his hair to expose his neck. “You know, I always thought you were pretty. You probably hear that a lot though.” Suguru opened his mouth to speak, then thought better of it. His desperate attempt to ignore Fushiguro made it all the easier for Naoya to make his way over to the bar, easily opening up his chance to hit on Satoru as he wiped down the counter. Suguru moved to get up from the booth, only for Fushiguro to pull him back down by his wrist.
On the other side of the room, Satoru poured several shots, handing them over to Naoya and smirking at the little blonde. Suguru fumed, usually unable to see his boyfriend flirting with patrons or being held hostage by anyone at the bar.
“I need to do my job,” Suguru insisted, getting back up from the booth. He passed Naoya on the way back to the table, glaring at Satoru. “Why were you flirting with him in front of me?”
“Who was flirting? All I saw was you getting handsy with the bouncer for this place in my line of sight,” Satoru hissed, loud enough for the other two to hear on the other side of the bar.
“Why would I need Suguru when I have this one right here?” Fushiguro asked, slipping his hand down the back of Naoya’s skinny jeans, making him yelp.
“Toji, stop. Not in front of everyone,” Naoya whined out, rocking his hips back into Fushiguro’s touch. “Besides, it’s not like I want to go home with him. He’s just cute.”
“See! He was flirting with you and you were flirting back!”
“More like I was being friendly. He’s the one who made you all hot and bothered over there.”
“Nuh uh.” Suguru blushed, turning away from Fushiguro and Naoya as Satoru stepped out from behind the counter. Suguru’s flush deepened when Satoru’s hand grasped for his cunt through his pants.
“Then why are you soaking your pants like this?” Satoru whispered, only loud enough for Suguru to hear. “Do you want to take them home?”
“Only reason we would do that would be to film and I don’t want them on my stream,” Suguru whispered back.
“Then invite them anyway. I think you would look sexy sucking Fushiguro’s cock with the way he has his hands all over you. Then I can take the blonde and fuck his mouth. You know I’m not one to stray when I can have you every night of the week.”
“Fine,” Suguru whispered back, leaning in to kiss him. “We shouldn’t be fucking around like this with our co-workers though.”
“One time. Besides, it’s been a while since I got to watch you suck someone else off. You always look so pretty like that.” Satoru grinned, pressing a kiss to Suguru’s cheek. “How about you two come back to our place and we close up here? No sense in running up a tab when we can drink at home for cheap. Come on. That way we can also get as rowdy as we want.”
Fushiguro nodded. “Fine. But I want another beer before we leave.”
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Beer bottles littered the floor with empty liquor bottles interspersed. On one side of the room, Suguru looked up through hazy eyes as he ran his tongue along the underside of Toji’s shaft. Between several shots of alcohol, Naoya grinding on Satoru’s lap on the couch next to Toji, Suguru hadn’t guessed this is where his night would go, but the meaty cock in front of him told him otherwise. Toji grinned, holding the base of his shaft and pressed it towards Suguru’s lips as he swallowed it down.
“Damn. Does he swallow your dick like this too? It’s like he doesn’t have a gag reflex.” Toji’s hand rested on the back of Suguru’s head, and he swallowed around the tip, making the older man groan. The four of them agreed on only swapping oral between them for now, thanks to the amount of alcohol in everyone’s system.
“Yeah. You’re not special.” Satoru snickered slightly, running his hands up Naoya’s shirt to pinch his nipples. “Does this one always grind on you like a bitch in heat or am I just lucky?”
“He’s pretty horny all the time. Something about dick sets him into a frenzy. He loves it.” Toji’s other hand slapped the back of Naoya’s ass. “These two would look hot kissing though.” Suguru popped up for air after a minute, his face debauched with strings of saliva and tears falling down his cheeks. Toji ran his thumb over one of the teartracks, brushing it away. “Up.”
Still buzzing hard and only partly in control of himself, Suguru stood up, tugging his shirt up over his face. Between his feet, a small puddle of slick had formed on the floor from Toji fucking his throat, making him wet and ready for the next part of the night. Part of his draw on his cam shows was his deepthroating, with people paying extra for Satoru to choke him with his cock. He grew to love it, finding it to be one of the quickest ways to get turned on before Satoru fucked him so hard he forgot his name.
Panting, Suguru stood there, holding a hand out to the ornery blonde being pushed to his feet from Satoru’s lap. With his cock still in his pants, the clear stain from Naoya rubbing his cunt against Satoru’s bulge was still present and Suguru licked his lips in hopes of having his partner’s cock inside him soon. The alcohol erased the part of his brain that would normally protest to things going this far, but by now, all he wanted was Satoru’s cock inside him and if he had to make out with Naoya to get it, he would.
Grabbing Naoya’s face, Suguru kissed him hungrily, focusing his attention on the soft lips that tasted vaguely like Satoru’s strawberry lip gloss. He wanted to lap up all of it so Naoya couldn’t taste it any longer. The small pangs of jealousy confused him, but he rolled with it. Suguru jumped when a hand came up behind him, nudging his thighs apart and running along his wet folds. Suguru pulled away from the kiss, only to see Satoru’s black glasses and white hair behind him.
“Don’t mind me. I’m just giving you some of what you want.”
Suguru nodded, returning to kissing Naoya. On the other side of the blonde, Toji pressed two of his fingers into Naoya’s bare cunt, making him moan into Suguru’s mouth. Suguru sucked on his tongue, kissing him hungrily as Satoru grew competitive and pressed a finger into Suguru’s cunt as well, slickening it up.
“You think you can make yours cum already?” Satoru asked, pressing another finger into Suguru’s pussy as he rubbed along his inner walls. Suguru moaned into Naoya’s mouth, leaving him open for Naoya to nip at his lips while he kept his eyes on Satoru behind Suguru. “Because I bet I can make my boy cum quicker.”
Toji snorted, shaking his head. “Then how about we make this a real bet. We should let them in on it too.” Toji pulled Naoya away, fingers still inside of him as he rocked them deep into him. “We let them eat each other out, but neither of us get to touch their cunts or cocks. Anal only.”
Satoru shuddered at the thought, nodding over the side of Suguru’s shoulder as he brought his lips down against his neck. He circled a finger against Suguru’s tight rim, still slick with cum from Suguru’s cunt.
“Seems a little counter productive to let them touch each other if part of the plan is to see which of us is better at making our slutty boys cum, don’t you think? Or do you want them making it harder for us to win?” Satoru pointed out the flaw in their plan, pressing his finger deep into Suguru’s tight ass.
“I don’t see the harm. I say if they’re the first ones to cum, we can punish them in some way.” Toji thought for a moment, slowly fingering Naoya’s asshole as the blonde squirmed under his grasp. “Spanking?”
“Something like that. I bet Naoya likes it when you degrade him.” Satoru snapped his fingers. “Loser could have to clean up the winner. Then I know my Suguru will win.”
“You’re on.” Satoru focused on opening up Suguru, making eyes at Naoya across the room while he fingered his beautiful raven haired boy. Naoya’s eyes smoldered, pushing back against Toji’s hand to open himself up quicker. Clearing off the coffee table, Satoru invited Naoya to lay down, swatting his thighs open as he bent Suguru over to get him into position.
“I’ll take care of you back here, and you make sure to lick him until he can’t see straight.”
Suguru shuddered at Satoru’s words, nodding slightly. Only Satoru knew how much he liked being put in positions like this, where Satoru could watch him with someone else, and even as Satoru pushed past the tight rim of his asshole, he pushed back, lowering his hips slightly. Naoya’s tongue felt hot on his clit, licking experimentally as he shuddered. He had a clear view of Toji’s cock sliding into Naoya’s tight ass, and even tasting the younger man’s folds had him swimming in a sea of disconnected thoughts and abject desire. Being degraded ranked high on his list, but outside the two of them, Suguru rarely got to feel the rough hands of someone else’s on his body like he wanted. They only invited in others with their partner present, otherwise, everything sexual stayed at a comfortable distance with the help of the cam shows. Suguru’s breath hitched in his throat, tempted to bring his mouth down to Toji’s cock, to tease the base as he fucked Naoya and to ignore the blonde under him.
“Funny.” Toji scoffed, hand circling the back of Suguru’s neck. “Your babe wants to lick my cock instead of sucking Naoya’s.” Toji released him after, grinning as Suguru’s cheeks burned at Toji ratting him out.
“Seems like he wants me to win then.” Satoru grinned from behind his glasses, pulling Suguru’s hips back onto his cock as he sank deep into his ass. With Naoya’s mouth on his clit, Suguru could do little else other than lick and feel, at mercy of the two touching him and the gaze Toji had him under. He should be used to the lewd stares by now, with the cam show, but with it in person, he was all too aware of everything they were saying, seeing, hearing. Suguru swallowed, returning his mouth to Naoya’s cunt and split his folds with his tongue.
Naoya moaned against his hips, the sound vibrating through him. Suguru lost his composure, hissing in a breath. He wanted to rear up, to smother Naoya with his cunt while Satoru took his ass. He wanted to grope his tits and show them off to Toji with the proper audience, and offer his mouth for when Toji finished inside of Naoya. Even if part of the deal would be Naoya cleaning up him and Satoru, he still wanted his mouth down on Toji’s cock, to drink in the last of him as his balls drained finally, spilling the last drops down his throat.
Raw sexuality gripped Suguru, making him far more into the entire situation than he had been minutes before when they started. He could easily rear up, using Naoya’s mouth for his own pleasure as he offered his body over to Toji and Satoru, but he stopped himself as the blonde’s mouth focused on his clit and made him unable to think of anything else. Suguru panted, skin vibrating as the four of them moved together. His fingers found their way inside of Naoya, pushing in deeper with each of Toji’s thrusts into the blonde. The position proved difficult to keep his head down and eat out Naoya properly, but he did as best as he could with what he had.
Under him, Naoya panted with him, drawing little puffs of breath against his cunt as Satoru’s balls hit his forehead repeatedly. Unable to keep it going any longer, Suguru’s body caved first, shuddering intensely as he rocked his hips back against Naoya’s hot mouth. He gushed between Naoya’s lips, and in his position under Suguru, he drank down every drop, finding he had little choice but to do that or let it cover his face. Satoru pulled Suguru back by his hair, pulling his body against his chest as he thrusted once, twice more, then kissed Suguru’s cheek.
“I knew you could win this for us.” Satoru’s hand trailed down to Suguru’s hips, teasing between his folds as he rubbed his overly sensitive clit. Toji smoldered at them, pulling out of Naoya, replacing his cock with fingers in his cunt. Toji worked quick, making Naoya cum in under a minute from him pulling out, then slipped the blonde out from Suguru as Satoru pulled out of him as well.
Between the three of them, Naoya settled himself on the floor, hand on his stomach as he desperately caught his breath. Suguru followed him down, the rush of endorphins prompting him to cuddle against Naoya’s side as he replaced Toji’s fingers with his own. Naoya mewled in response to Suguru’s light touches and Satrou smirked at them.
“Sounds like Naoya needs to get his tongue to work,” Satoru said with a smirk, cracking his knuckles as he took a spot on the couch and patted the cushion next to him.
“Sounds like it.” Toji picked up his beer, taking a long pull from it as he watched Suguru chase the little noises coming out of Naoya’s throat with his tongue. “We should let them fuck it out a bit first. Could be fun.”
“Uh huh. How does it feel to lose?”
“About as good as the back of Suguru’s throat.”