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“C’mon, Ryuji, we’ve been waiting for ages!” Ann’s voice filtered down the phone, a loud whine, making Ryuji wince away from the receiver.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t get your panties in a twist, I’m almost there,” he muttered back once she paused her complaining. He wasn’t lying, either; he had just turned the corner of Leblanc’s alleyway, catching sight of the familiar restaurant.
Faintly, he heard a laugh down the line that wasn’t from Ann. There was a brief scuffle, and then Akira’s voice was low in Ryuji’s ear. “She doesn’t have any panties on to be twisting right now, Ryuji.”
Ryuji stopped dead in his tracks, metres away from Leblanc's door. “Wh-huh?”
Akira laughed again, and Ryuji recognized it as not really Akira’s laugh, but something closer to the confident, smooth chuckle of Joker that they rarely heard nowadays. It made the hairs on the back of Ryuji’s neck stand on end.
“I said,” Akira enunciated very slowly, as if he was speaking to a confused child, “she’s not wearing any panties, Ryuji. She hasn’t been for the last hour.”
Ryuji’s throat was dry as a bone suddenly. “Oh.”
“Hm, yeah,” he could hear the smirk in Akira’s voice. “Care to join us anytime soon?”
Ryuji got his feet moving again, pushing through Leblanc’s front door. “I’m here.”
Sojiro was nowhere to be seen. The TV was off, as were most of the lights. Ryuji glanced back, realising that the sign on the door was turned to CLOSED.
“Good,” Akira murmured on the receiver. “Come on up, then.”
The line went dead. Ryuji stuffed his phone in his pocket. He wasn’t sure he had ever moved faster in his life, sprinting through the restaurant, taking the stairs up to Akira’s attic bedroom three at a time. His knee twinged in protest, but the sight he was greeted with when he hit the landing made him forget the pain immediately.
Ann was a Greek goddess brought to life against Akira’s dark bed sheets. Her hair was out of its usual pigtails and strewn around her like a golden halo silhouetted by a night sky. She was completely naked, arms up by her head, legs crossed leisurely over one another at the ankle; Ryuji spotted her uniform and underwear in a heap by the couch on the other side of the room. Clearly, she and Akira had started this somewhere else. Akira was no less stunning. When Ryuji walked further into the room, he looked up from where he was sitting cross legged by Ann’s side and Ryuji was hit with the full beauty of his face without his glasses on. Big, beautiful grey eyes blinked at him with long dark lashes like something out of a commercial. He was still in his shirt sleeves and boxers, though Ryuji could see the work Ann had done on the buttons of his shirt. It was open nearly down to his navel, and he spotted a few newly blooming red marks around his collarbone.
“Hi,” Ryuji said. God, why was he breathless already?
“Hi,” Akira smiled back.
Ann stretched out like a cat in sunshine, drawing Ryuji’s attention back to her. She gave him a toothy grin, her mouth puffy. “Took you long enough.”
Ryuji dropped his schoolbag right there in the middle of the room and then tugged off his blazer along with it. He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know. I couldn’t say no to my mom for dinner, though. Plus she needed help with laundry afterwards.”
Ann rolled her eyes back at him. Akira reached over and brushed a thumb over one of her nipples, tweaking the pink nub softly. She stiffened, turning her glare on him, but it was melting into something hotter as he moved to cup her breast with his hand completely. He squeezed and she sighed, her thighs rubbing together once, twice.
Ryuji watched this, raptured. He fiddled with the belt of his trousers, unsure. They had done this multiple times since Akira had come back for their final year, all three of them together, yet when it came down to it, for him to join in, he always paused. They made such a pretty picture together, Ann and Akira. The darkness of his hair and the tan of his skin against her blonde, pale beauty. They moved like they had been doing this for years, never stumbling and never shy, always knowing where to put their hands and what sounds to make.
Ryuji felt like a stain on their perfect canvas. He enjoyed being with them, don’t get him wrong, he had never felt pleasure like it in his life, but something in him always told him he was intruding. Maybe it was his shaking hands, his stammered words, his clear lack of experience even though both of them had assured him multiple times that they had never done anything like this either.
“Are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna get over here and let me sit on your face?” Ann’s strong voice cut through his anxious musings.
Ryuji blinked. Akira’s head was in between Ann’s breasts now as he cupped them in his hands, mouthing there. Ryuji watched as his tongue flicked out over one of her nipples and she let out a quick huff, one of her hands reaching down to slide through his thick black curls. She was still staring at Ryuji, though, an eyebrow raised.
“Um, yeah,” he mumbled, scrambling over to the bed.
“Don’t sound too excited about it,” Ann muttered back. Akira scraped his teeth against her nipple and she let out a squeak. “What? He sounds like I just asked him to take out the trash or something.”
Akira resurfaced as Ryuji shuffled onto the mattress, moving over to make more room for him. He looked at him and again Ryuji was hit with the full force of those eyes, now tinged with concern. “You okay, Ryuji?”
Ann tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, a self-conscious gesture Ryuji recognized from before she started wearing her hair in tails in middle school. Her cheeks were turning a gentle shade of red. “I mean, I don’t mean you have to let me or anything. That’s not what I was implying.”
Ryuji shook his head before she could spiral further. “No, it’s fine. I mean, you can do that. That sounds good.”
Akira tilted his head, always assessing. “You sure?”
Ryuji nodded. He did mean it. He loved it when Ann sat on his face. It reassured him when he could give pleasure to either of his partners. He tried to block out the anxious, venomous voice still whispering in his ear that he wasn’t good enough to even be there with them. “Yeah. Hell yeah.”
Minutes later he was maneuvered onto his back, Ann straddling his hips. Akira still sat with his legs crossed, now by Ryuji’s head, languid like he was resting at a picnic by the lake instead of in a cramped dusty attic. It was nearly overwhelming to Ryuji, the warmth and weight of the both of them pressed so near him. Ann’s perfume was a floral, heady mixture with the natural salt-sweat scent of her skin as she bent down to kiss him. He ran his hands up the sides of her thighs, gripping the dips of her hips the way he knew she liked.
“Mmh,” she hummed against his mouth, her tongue sliding against his bottom lip. He opened up for her and their tongues slid together, slick. She tasted faintly sweet, like her chapstick and whatever candy she had eaten after school. He pressed up into the kiss, deepening it, suddenly desperate for more, for harder. He dug his fingers into her skin, goading her, wanting.
Ann obliged, like she always did when he got like this, because she wanted it even rougher than he did. She tangled a hand into the hair at the back of his head and pulled. He moaned, his scalp screaming. She didn’t give him a second to think before her hips were rolling down against his, the hotness of her bare cunt pushing up against his clothed dick. He arched into the feeling, his own hips twitching up to meet her thrusts.
Suddenly, there was a hand covering Ryuji’s on Ann’s hip, tight. It stopped her movement as well as his, and he peeled his eyes open to see Akira regarding both of them with a slightly amused expression, eyes lidded.
“I thought you were going to sit on his face, Ann.” It wasn’t a question, or a request, but Akira had a great way of phrasing his demands so that they never sounded demanding. He was pleasantly persuasive, a leftover talent from his time as their leader in the Metaverse. It always made Ryuji melt, and made him do anything Akira wanted.
Ann’s mouth left Ryuji’s with a wet pop as she sat back up. Despite Akira’s grip, she started moving again, doing her best to make small circles with her hips. Ryuji’s dick twitched with the light, maddening contact. “Oh yeah, I was!”
Akira’s free hand took Ryuji’s jaw gently. He allowed his face to be turned, a soft thumb brushing over his cheek. Akira leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss against his mouth. He tried to chase it, but Akira was already leaning back, eyes twinkling. “Is that still okay, baby?”
The rare pet name made something in Ryuji’s brain short circuit. He swallowed, trying to find his train of thought again to answer the question. Akira’s thumb was still stroking his cheek, Ann’s hips still doing jerky little circles that weren’t helping his case. “Yeah. Tha-That’s good. Okay.”
“Great.” Akira let go of Ann’s hip and then she was moving. She was a sight, her muscles rippling under soft skin as she turned around, sliding up Ryuji’s body until her pert ass was all he could see. She sat straight down on his chest and he wheezed slightly, adjusting to the sudden weight.
“You ready?” He heard her ask. He reached up a hand, giving a thumbs up. She giggled. “Good. Open up for me, babe.”
This wasn’t the first time Ann had sat on his face, wasn’t even the tenth time. She loved getting eaten out, even more than getting fucked, she said, and Ryuji was more than happy to indulge her. Him and Akira both, he knew.
He opened his mouth wide, letting his tongue loll out as she lowered herself down onto his face. Reaching around, he got a secure grip on her thighs, pulling her down quicker than she was moving. She let out a little yelp but Ryuji didn’t care because his face was full of her, her smell, her wetness, her heat. His nose pressed against her hole as he licked long, wet stripes up her. She moaned and let even more of her weight sink down onto him.
“Feel good?” He heard Akira ask.
“Hmm, yeah,” Ann sighed back. He felt her hands press against his stomach, her manicured nails digging into his abs.
Ryuji didn’t waste time as he licked downwards, spreading her folds with his tongue, swirling teasingly around her clit. She jerked against him when he kissed once, twice, before sealing his lips around her and sucking hard. He slipped one of his hands from her thighs, reaching under to feel her wetness with the pads of two fingers. He circled them lightly around her hole, sliding them in gently when he felt her open for him easily.
“Fuck, fuck,” Ann moaned, “right fucking there, Ryuji, yeah.”
Her noises went straight to his dick. It was straining against his pants now, confined and almost painful. He couldn’t help himself from bucking up into nothing, squirming around as he sucked and licked and began to fuck his fingers in and out of her.
“Isn’t Ryuji doing such a good job, Ann?” Akira’s voice was a little less steady than before and Ryuji could finally hear that they were affecting him at least a little. He was always so composed even during evenings like this; it took a lot to get him to crack. It was normally Ann that broke him down to sobbing moans, sometimes even begging, but Ryuji enjoyed the fact that the both of them together also got his breath shaky.
“Really good,” Ann panted.
“Maybe you should pay him back a little then, huh?” Ryuji felt hands on his belt then, deft fingers unbuckling it and undoing the buttons of his pants in a few swift motions. Akira tapped his leg and he got the message to lift his hips. His pants were pulled down quickly, along with his underwear, and he felt his dick slap against his lower stomach.
“Hmm, so hard already,” Akira murmured. “Cute.”
Ryuji whined into Ann’s heat. She shivered, grinding down onto him with the noise. He couldn’t ask, couldn’t plead with Akira or Ann to touch him, to do something, because he felt like he was slowly suffocating with Ann’s heat and the angry heat building in his stomach. He curled his fingers inside her, searching for that different spongy spot that made her keen.
“God, Ryuji, just, there, yes, yes, keep going, oh my god!” Ann moaned in earnest and Ryuji smiled into her, massaging his fingers against her g-spot.
Finally, Ryuji felt Akira’s large, calloused hand wrap around his dick. He didn’t stroke, though, just held him lightly. Ryuji groaned, trying to fuck up into the circle of Akira’s fist but there wasn’t enough grip. God, he was being tortured.
“Ann,” Akira said, calmly.
“Fuck, what?” Ann gasped.
“Wanna suck Ryuji’s dick?”
“Oh god, yeah!” Wet, hot heat was around the head of his dick. Ryuji moaned into Ann’s cunt, eyes rolling back in his head from the sudden onslaught of stimulation. Ann’s tongue was sloppy with spit as she swirled it around his shaft, digging into his slit, her hand wrapping around the base where she couldn’t reach with her mouth yet. Akira’s fingers tightened then, joining hers as they began to jerk him off in tandem.
It was so much. Ryuji couldn’t breathe as he buried his face deeper into Ann’s cunt, but he didn’t care. The sounds he was pulling out of her were reverberating against his dick as she took it deeper into her mouth. He couldn’t stop himself from the twitches of his hips, fucking up shallowly into her throat. She took it easily, relaxing around his intrusion. He slipped another finger into her hole, licking sloppily around her clit.
“Look at you two,” Akira’s voice was low, rough, and hot. Ryuji could hear the slick of his hand around his own cock, jerking himself off. “Both of you. So beautiful. I could watch you all day.”
Ryuji shuddered at the praise, his stomach tightening. He could feel his orgasm approaching already, the mixture of having Ann on his face and her sucking his dick while Akira got himself off to the both of them too much. He moaned into Ann, trying to warn her, to tell her to pull off because he was going to come. If anything she took him down further as he squeezed her thigh with a tight hand. He couldn’t stop it; he pulsed, legs shaking, entire body seizing, waves of pleasure wracking him as he came down her throat.
Ann swallowed, once, twice, and it was like lightning as oversensitivity started to kick in. She groaned and Ryuji could feel her tightening around his fingers. Despite his body feeling boneless, he kept fucking into her, sucking her clit into his mouth one last time. She popped off his dick, letting out a strangled yell as she came, her thighs clamping around his head.
Ryuji licked her through it, gentling his tongue as she began to shake until she grumbled, reaching back to slap at his forehead. He pulled off then, taking in big gulps of air, his nose throbbing.
“Ah, shit.” As Ann unsteadily slid off Ryuji’s face he could see Akira, leaning back on his elbow, hand stuffed down his boxers as he moaned. His head was thrown back, eyelids fluttering, the line of his throat shining beautifully in the evening light. Ryuji wanted to devour him.
On shaky hands and knees, he crawled over to Akira, leaning in to press sloppy kisses to his neck. He reached down to slip his hand into his boxers, laving his tongue over his Adam's apple. If this was pre-orgasm, Ryuji would have left it to Ann to help Akira out, but the molten pleasure in his bones had seeped into his brain and had knocked out that insecure part of him. Now, Akira’s little surprised chuckle turned into a whimper as Ryuji pushed his hand out of the way, replacing it with his own.
“Lemme,” he mumbled, still kissing against Akira’s skin, skimming up to the line of his jaw, biting gently at the sensitive spot under his ear that he knew drove him wild. Akira bucked up into his hand and Ryuji began to stroke him, tight and fast like he knew he loved. It didn’t take long until Akira was coming, eyes screwed shut, mouth open in a silent yell. Ryuji kissed his cheek, the bridge of his nose, and his forehead as he jerked him through it softly until, like Ann, Akira pushed him away with a little grimace of overstimulation.
He collapsed back then, limbs jelly. His head fell against Ann’s shin and he glanced backwards to see her watching them with warm, tired eyes, her face pink. Her hand reached out and he pushed into her touch as she ran gentle fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp. He glanced around for somewhere to wipe the come on his hand off. Ann passed him a tissue from the floor beside the bed.
“Scooch.” Akira pulled an arm off Ryuji’s chest and flopped onto him. Ryuji huffed, getting a face full of Akira’s fluffy black hair as he snuggled into his neck, winding his arms around his waist. “Are you feeling any better now?”
Ryuji paused, eyes half closed from Ann’s ministrations, her fingers moving to massage his temple. “What?”
Akira laughed and it rumbled through Ryuji. He could feel his long eyelashes against the skin of his neck as he blinked. “You looked off when you came in. Are you feeling any better?”
Ryuji hadn’t realised that they’d noticed. Yeah, he’d been a bit more stiff than usual, he guessed. His thoughts had gotten to him more than normal, seeing them together without him. He had felt like an outsider, intruding on a scene that he wasn’t meant to participate in. Now, though, between them like this, it felt normal. It felt like he was part of the puzzle, a piece that slotted in along with the rest. All he needed to do was get out of his own head, actually be with Akira and Ann, instead of worrying that he shouldn’t be.
He smiled softly. “Yeah. I’m feelin’ better, dude. Don’t worry.”