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“…Good. Just like that, babe. Show me how much this piece of hot ass can take!”
“Ngh!”
“Great, baby. You’re taking it like a champ.”
Hot ragged breaths of three people mingled in the room. The erratic skins slapping and obscene squelch sounds were the only music there, with the addition of Kuramochi’s filthy mouth that the shortstop wasn’t afraid to make use of in that room.
Miyuki licked the bottom of lips, feeling his arousal spiked up again.
Between the three of them, Kuramochi was their switch player; anytime, anywhere. Meanwhile, Sawamura was usually okay with anything as long as they provide him with enough attention. Yes, even if what he’s allowed to do was just watching him and Kuramochi getting it on. As long as the two of them shower him with enough affectionate praises, Sawamura’s always in for the ride.
In his own case, it got a bit complicated. Sometimes he's in the mood of getting roughen up, other times he got the urge to be the one giving it hard. Tonight, he's in the mood of watching the guy who had turned his legs into jelly getting pounded into oblivion.
Miyuki inhaled shakily, speeding up his hand on his own erect cock. He took in the sight of sweats glistening on his lovers’ defined muscles, the way Sawamura craned his neck each time his hair got yanked, and the way Kuramochi’s back muscles contracting as he pounded his impressively endowed cock into Sawamura’s willing ass. The latter was kneeling by the bed, smooth chest pressed flush against the mattress and wanton ass jiggling in the air with each hard thrust driven into it.
Sawamura whimpered. “S-Senphaai…”
Oh. Fuck.
“Good, baby. Good. You’re doin’ great.”
Kuramochi yanked the younger man’s hair. “You can still take more, can you?”
“Y-Yessh! Give it to me! Gimme harder, please.”
“Good. You’re such a hungry slut, aren’t you? Fucked Miyuki’s brain out and you’re still cravin’ for my cock.”
“Love your cock, hng,” Sawamura blabbered, “Please gimme more, please!”
Kuramochi released the younger’s hair, grunting, “‘course. Anything for you, babe.” He pulled back a bit just to slap Sawamura’s ass. The plump flesh jiggled with the force it received.
Miyuki bit back a groan, almost forgetting his own hard dick with how much entertaining the show before his eyes was.
“Gonna fuck you so hard ‘till my name’s the only thing you’ll remember. Gonna show you who own this ass.” Kuramochi grabbed a handful of Sawamura’s ass and gave it a hard squeeze. The younger man whined.
For a split second, Kuramochi tilted his head back, smoldering eyes meeting his. Miyuki’s breath hitched. He gripped his cock hard and let a throaty moan escaped his lips. Kuramochi smirked smugly at him.
Grin etched on his face, Kuramochi yanked Sawamura’s hair again and whispered lowly in his ears. Though, Miyuki could still make out his words clearly.
“Hear that? Look what you’ve done to Miyuki,” purred Kuramochi, “Too bad for him, he ain’t the one who gets to taste this ass here.”
Sawamura whimpered.
Smacking his open palm on Sawamura’s bare ass again, Kuramochi growled, “Speak up, Baby. Tell him who’s giving it to you now!”
Sawamura choke out, “Y-Youhh!”
Another hard slap echoed in the room, followed by Sawamura’s unabashed moan.
“Tell me whose dick in your ass right now!”
“Y-Yours! Kuramochi-senpai, it’s yours! Ahhn… Fuck me so ghood. Fuck me again. Ruin me, please! Please, senpai.”
Kuramochi craned his neck back again, sticking his tongue at him. The corner of Miyuki’s grin twitched. ‘This guy. Wait until I get you begging on your knees, Mochi.’
Kuramochi’s back to ignoring him and resumed his business with Sawamura; pounding their youngest’s ass so hard that a trail of drool began leaking from the pitcher’s lips.
“Great, baby. You’re takin’ my cock so well. Take it like man, babe! Gotta show Miyuki catchers ain’t the only ones who could catch anything now.”
Miyuki actually laughed, not expecting that one. “Haha, oh my God. What the fuck, ‘Mochi?”
Kuramochi smirked again at him. Something inside Miyuki’s chest fluttered; his heart skipped a beat.
“Ah! Ngh! Y-Yeah, hng…”
Both of them noted with glee that their pitcher was too far gone to form out any coherent reply.
Miyuki groaned lowly. He sped up his hand to try to jerk himself at the same pace that Kuramochi had set out for them, content on being the one getting pulled in the ride for once.
After some time, Kuramochi paused and looked back at him again. He heard Sawamura’s petulant complain in the background, although his attention was more focused on how flushed Kuramochi’s face was from the exertion he’d been doing.
“Oy, Miyuki! We’re both close. Do you want to join us or not?”
Miyuki let his gaze wander, giving both of his men a once-over again. He considered his option.
As if reading his thought, Kuramochi’s mouth curved into a teasing smirk. “You know, I’ve gotten myself ready too, just in case.” He then reached back to part his own ass and brought his hand down cheekily; obscene slapping sound resonating in the room once again.
The sight was so tempting.
Though, all things considered, Miyuki’s sure with his wobbly legs (courtesy of Sawamura’s merciless pounding earlier) he most likely wouldn’t be able to do anything much tonight.
He hummed. “Pull him back. Make a room for me.”
Kuramochi’s eyes glinted, understanding the clue. Meanwhile, Sawamura’s head lolled to the side, giving Miyuki an adorable confused look as his torso got pulled back by Kuramochi, propping him up so that he’s almost sitting back on his heels.
Miyuki got up from his watching spot in the corner of the room and to make his way towards his expecting boyfriends. Much to his embarrassment though, as soon as he got up on his feet, his legs wobbled. He latched on the wall for a balance, quickly earning Kuramochi’s cackle.
“Hyahaha! This dumbass really turned your legs into jelly, huh?”
Under his breath, Sawamura muttered, “Who the fuck you’re calling a dumbass…”
Miyuki scowled, deciding to turn a deaf ear to the teasing. Boy, he’s so going to make Kuramochi begging on his knees next time.
Sliding his body between Sawamura and the bed, he knelt by the bedside and made himself comfortable on the mattress, resuming Sawamura’s earlier position, before reaching back to part his own ass and gave his boyfriends a teasing grin.
“Ready for you~” he purred.
Kuramochi cursed under his breath. Meanwhile, Sawamura swallowed audibly.
It wasn’t long before he felt Sawamura’s familiar weight draped across his back again, with the pitcher’s cock guided slowly to enter his puffy hole. Miyuki inhaled shakily, slowly, trying to even out his breath to make the penetration easier. Just because his ass had gotten used on the same day didn’t mean the second intrusion wouldn’t sting.
He winced when Sawamura rocked his hips experimentally the second he bottomed out.
“Still there, Miyuki?” came Kuramochi’s voice, “You alright?”
“Never been better,” he quipped sarcastically.
Feeling a little bratty, he clenched down on Sawamura’s length, immediately getting rewarded with rush of exhilaration pumped through his veins when he heard the pitcher inhaling a shuddering gasp behind him.
“C’mon, Sawamura. Show me what you’ve got,” he taunted.
“You heard him,” Kuramochi piped up, “That ass is yours. Use it all you want; fuck him raw, babe.”
Fuck.
Miyuki huffed a laugh. “Where did you learn to talk like that, ‘Mochi? Just how much do you watch corny porn these days, eh?”
His question went unanswered. Not that Miyuki minded, not when Kuramochi suddenly began moving, prompting Sawamura’s cock to start drilling into his ass.
Damn. Just what did he’d signed up to here?
Apparently, he’s a bit of a masochist, because soon he felt that it wasn’t enough. It’s never enough.
“Ha-Harder, fuck. Keep going! Harder!” Miyuki rasped.
Luckily, he’d gotten himself two boyfriends who were pretty good at delivering. Soon enough, Miyuki felt his orgasm rocking over his body, bringing him to climax for the second time that night.
“Shit.”
He’s the first one to cum, so it’s just a given that he’d get overwhelmed when he felt Sawamura’s hard cock still pounding into him even after his orgasm ended.
Miyuki pushed his ass back, trying to get the two others to cum quickly. It was Kuramochi’s guttural grunt that he heard first, followed seconds after by Sawamura’s high-pitched whine when the pitcher spilled his cum inside him. It’s just a miracle how Sawamura hadn’t been the one who cum first despite being the one who’s getting double stimulation from both ends between them.
Intense orgasm like that always left them blissed out, feeling like their entire limbs had turned into jelly. Well, except for Sawamura, who apparently got bottomless stamina and zero refractory period unlike other guys. So, after all of them got cleaned up, both Kuramochi and him were content to lounge lazily on the bed as they bullied their youngest into cleaning the rest of the mess (lies; Sawamura always did it willingly anyway).
“Yknow,” Kuramochi mumbled, “I think I kinda overdid it. My back hurts. Feel like my lower spine gonna fall off my body anytime soon.”
Miyuki snorted. “Tell that to my ass. I feel like I still gonna feel Sawamura’s jizz dripping from my ass when I crouch down on the homeplate tomorrow.”
Kuramochi scrunched his nose. “Ew, imagine that. Gross, Miyuki!”
“Guys!” Sawamura snapped, throwing his boyfriends’ clothes at their faces unceremoniously. “Please just save up that kind of talk for the next time.”
“Next time, huh…” Miyuki muttered. “Oy, Mochi, how about we double-teaming next time?”
Kuramochi perked up. “Double-team?”
Sawamura stared at them exasperatedly, face completely red; either from embarrassment or excitement at the idea.
“Let’s take Sawamura’s cute ass together at once.”
“Heh. Good idea. What else do you have in mind, Miyuki—”
Sawamura yelped, “Guys, please!”