Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Just Watching ❯ Just Watching 2 ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Araki_Kae 
Eiri x Ryuichi, Eiri x Shuichi x Ryuichi
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.03.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 792 | Status: Completed
Eiri x Ryuichi, Eiri x Shuichi x Ryuichi
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.03.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 792 | Status: Completed
Just Watching
By: Araki
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation.
Summary: Tohma gets a glimpse of Ryuichi's life he didn't know about involving Shuichi and Yuki. Now it's too late to back down, or get out of being part of it.
Warnings: Ongoing Smut
Pairings: Shuichi x Ryuichi, Yuki x Ryuichi x Shuichi, Tohma x Yuki, Tohma x Ryuichi, Yuki x Shuichi, Yuki x Ryuichi, Tohma x Shuichi, Yuki x Tohma x Ryuichi x Shuichi
Beta'd by: Mayhem
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Almost an hour later, Tohma stepped out of his expensive vehicle wearing his high-class suit and polished dress shoes that had never been scuffed in the limited time of wear. Staring up, his dark, fashionable, sunglasses fell down his nose some, but it still gave him style. The air of superiority still followed as he stepped into the grand apartment complex that housed his brother-in-law, novelist Eiri Uesugi.
Grinning, he pushed up on the elevator, preparing to ride it to the floor his dear brother-in-law lived on. Tohma's eyes sparkling with mischief that had still been there after an hour of being in his vehicle, in the middle of heavy Tokyo traffic from NG to the residential area of the grand and famous people of Japan. Stepping out of the elevator, the keyboardist strolled towards the Eiri's front door, fixing his hat and the faux-fur collar (real-fur was disgusting and highly unfashionable!) of his favorite pleather trench coat.
Going through his pocket, he pulled out his keychain and thought hesitantly for which key belonged to Eiri's door. NG building...House... he smiled as a small silver key caught his attention. With a sly smile, he eased the key into the lock and turned. The door clicked, and opened, allowing him into the dark apartment. Eiri always left the front door locked, that paranoia of his teacher still haunted him about trusting even his neighbors. The lights off, was really new. Usually, the kitchen light was on, even in the day. The study was even dark, the door opened. The usual light that emitted from under the door, turned off and adding to the pitch.
Walking down the hall, Tohma froze when he saw the light from under the bedroom door and heard soft talking, then a giggle. To be more exact, he heard Ryuichi giggle. Ryuichi got here before he did? Tohma shook his head. It was the traffics' fault that he was late. Stepping towards the bedroom door, Tohma placed his ear against the cool wood, and listened closely. He could hear Eiri growl before silence gave an everlasting following. Sighing, Tohma slid the customary Japanese door open and stared into the room with one eye to find what silenced his brother-in-law only to stare into the second most surprising engagement of kissing that day had seen.
Not that watching his best friend and Eiri fight for dominance was a disgusting thing. It was a lot better than watching Eiri and Shuichi or Ryuichi and Shuichi. Anything involving Shuichi was disgusting. Staring at those two was almost as good as being part of the kiss with Eiri. Tohma smiled at that thought, but his gaze never left his singer that was being pressed down against the bed, and spread out in all angles that allowed Eiri every entrance to his body. Eiri was ravishing Ryuichi, and one of his hands was down the singer's undone blue jeans, more than likely playing with Ryuichi's phallus.
From the looks of it, Shuichi wasn't in there, but Tohma couldn't care less as he watched the two in the bedroom. As Eiri pulled away from the vocalist's mouth, he latched onto the Grasper's neck. Ryuichi's threw his head back, and he suddenly cried out, giving Eiri more room to suck lower and latch onto the conjunction of the shoulder blades and neck. Nimble fingers brushed through blonde strands of hair, pulling at the roots as pearly teeth nipped at the pale skin.
"Nagh..." Ryuichi groaned, arching his back up, closer to the writer's mouth, enough for Eiri to move lower, onto smooth, tan nipples. His tongue paid adequate attention to the nub, while his hand played with the other, making the buds perk and harden. Turning his head, Eiri latched his mouth upon the other nub, nipping and playing with the tender flesh, before moving away to stare down, hungrily, at his prey.
Tohma watched, fascinated at how the dominating Ryuichi from earlier seemed so submissive now. As if the hungry gaze of Eiri Yuki had turned the once proud man into any other common man. Ryuichi seemed so needy for the novelist. Eiri pulled back some, his gaze penetrating into Ryuichi's eyes, as if waiting for any type of defiance from an anonymous order. "Do you want me?" He asked, finally. His voice was stern, and gave no signs to it being a question, but more of a statement that Ryuichi nodded lustfully as well. "Take your fingers in your mouth." The vocalist nodded, and did as instructed taking his index finger and middle finger in his mouth. He made a show of it, as if taunting the unknown voyeur. His lustful gaze stared up at Eiri, playing with the two digits as if they were a small cock that could come at any moment.
Eiri reached down, and grasped the incompletely curled fist in his hand, bringing Ryuichi's slick fingers towards the two shiny nubs. "Play with your nipples." Eiri ordered, smiling genuinely. He helped bring the Grasper's fingers to pace on the hard nubs, allowing them to first make circular patterns across the flesh, before leaving Ryuichi to handle it by himself. The vocalist took control well, pinching the tender flesh, and then twisting them almost painfully. But it didn't make him pull back, no, Ryuichi only moaned, and twisted some to relieve tension.
Relaxing himself on Ryuichi's hips, Eiri watched in mock, and Tohma had to wonder why he had such a look on his face. Ryuichi groaned. Tohma wished he was at a better angle to see what was going on, but he got a bird's eye view as Ryuichi jerked his hips upward, and Eiri snorted a laugh. The younger of the two was playing with the zipper of the vocalist's blue jeans, letting the movement of the zipper brush against the hard erection being hidden. Ryuichi groaned again, tightening his nails into his hard nubs, as if trying to change all the pleasure into pain to deal with the main problem. Eiri put a stop to that quickly, though, brushing away Ryuichi's hands.
Ryuichi's gaze fell back upon the novelist above him, panting for more, but that didn't stop Eiri's fingers from wavering down from the base of the vocalist's neck, down to the slope of the belly button. Ryuichi broke out into some laughter, but calmed down as Eiri's palm brushed the bulge in his pants. "Oh..." He whispered, his head falling back again against the pillow.
Sliding the rough fabric down Ryuichi's slender thighs, Eiri quickly rid the trousers that kept him from his goal. That goal being the hard shaft that came into view, painfully erect and at full attention. Eiri brushed his finger against the head, smiling up at Ryuichi. "What do you want me to do?" He kissed the tip and ran his hand down to the base. "Just tell me Ryuichi."
"Nnn," Ryuichi groaned, his head pressing against the pillow, and he mumbled something.
"What was that?" Eiri played, leaning down some, but not enough to hear the next whisper that came from under the pillow. "If you're going to play that way, I'm going back to work." The novelist made movement to get off of Ryuichi's thighs and leave, but the chestnut haired man stopped him, eyes full of lust filling at the brim with tears. Actually, Tohma still found it astounding that at one second Ryuichi could be full of sensual energy, eyes full of knowledge and strength, and next turn into a wide-eyed child that cried when he didn't get his way. Now was one of those moments, and Eiri looked pissed with the change of facial characteristics.
"Touch me..." Ryuichi moaned touching his own cock, flimsily. "...With your mouth..." He whispered. His wide eyes narrowed again as Eiri's hand pressed against his own hand, as well as the tender appendage.
Leaning between the singer's legs, Eiri kissed the tips of Ryuichi's fingers, as well as some flesh of the warm skin beneath. Moving his own hands, Eiri firmly held Ryuichi's hips down, swallowing the large cock in his mouth. Ryuichi's slender fingers lazily pulled away from the novelist's mouth and returned to his painfully erect nipples.
Tohma had to fight to not open the door fully and walk in. He had more class than that. A door slamming shut suddenly caught his attention, and he glanced back towards the sound as a voice rang throughout the home. "Yuki! Ryu! I'm home!" Eyes wide, Tohma opened up the nearest door, the bathroom, and pulled himself in to hide. He could hear the patter of feet against the ground and the door next to the one he hid behind slid open and slammed shut. Finding the coast clear, Tohma stepped out of his confounds lazily, and was glad that when the door slammed shut, it it had fallen back open enough to see what was going on in the room.
Shuichi was climbing on the bed, innocently staring at the pair on the bed. Eiri didn't look very amused with the youngest boy being there, but his narrowed eyes became gleeful as he stared down at Ryuichi, held hostage by the novelist's own weight, then back up to Shuichi who gazed lustfully at his idol. "Come here, Shu-chan..." Eiri raised his hand, invitingly, and Shuichi walked, trancelike, towards the man. Eiri embraced the boy's cheek, his gaze dropping down to Ryuichi, who was playing with his hard erection, waiting. "Do you want a warm mouth down there?" He asked, pulling Ryuichi's hand away. The Grasper groaned in protest.
Eiri's fingers played open Shuichi's mouth, and the boy began sucking on the digits ravishingly, his glazed eyes never leaving the appendage in front of Eiri. "It's ok, Shuichi. If you want, suck him." Eiri removed his fingers, causing Shuichi fell to his knees on the floor, and bend his front on the bed, taking the older vocalist into his mouth. Ryuichi's eyes rolled back as his head pressed into the mattress, and Tohma was left astonished at how things had played before his eyes.
The novelist sat back, watching (just as Tohma was) the two on the bed: Ryuichi withering and Shuichi bobbing his head above the swollen phallus in his mouth. Ryuichi's hands rested within the pink hair, pulling them at the root as shudders and spasms overcame his body as he neared climax. Shuichi never pulled away, nor did he let himself be chocked by Ryuichi's sudden eagerness. The older vocalist's body froze as convulsions shook down his form, his toes curling and fingers clutching the blanket as he screamed loudly to the ceiling just as he came. Shuichi's cheeks plumped some, but he did swallow his idol's sperm. He pulled away slowly, watching as the Grasper relaxed, somewhat, on the bed. Turning to Eiri, Shuichi leaned forward, as if he were demanding a kiss.
"You made a mess." Eiri muttered, using his thumb to brush away the traces from the side of Shuichi's mouth, and the boy took the digit into his mouth, savoring the taste of both the skin of Eiri and the taste of Ryuichi. The NG president blushed at the act. He couldn't stop watching though, even though now Shuichi was there. He was addicted to watching the three, or even two. He'd never thought that this could happen, and any sense to break it up now was no longer a thought (not that it had ever been).
"Y-Yuki!" Shuichi whined, and Tohma stared back, eagerly, into the room to see what else could unravel before his eyes. Eiri's hand was wrapped, firmly, around Shuichi's swollen appendage, leveling the tip to Ryuichi's entrance while the brunette was still recovering. Leading Shuichi inside the older singer, Eiri pushed Shuichi into the mattress, reaching over to an open bottle of lubrication and dipped his fingers in it. Shuichi gave a startled cry as those cold, wet fingers pressed inside his own opening.
Eiri's smirk remained relaxed and Tohma blushed as Shuichi leaned back some, thrusting his hips further into Ryuichi, only so he could take hold of Eiri's ear in his mouth. "Damn brats." Eiri said, coolly. The novelist worked quickly after that, prepping himself as well before beginning to sheath inside of the youngest boy within the bedroom.
Shuichi froze, letting go of Eiri's ear as he shook at being filled. Ryuichi gave a similar reaction, shuddering as Shuichi pushed further in. All three didn't move; Shuichi's arms braced himself above his idol, both vocalists locking eyes with each other. Tohma bit back the moan as he took in further characteristics of all three bodies piled on the bed. He had often seen Eiri without his shirt. He knew how well formed the novelist was. The man had the body of a sex god, having a washboard stomach, and clear abs showing muscles, even though the novelist never went to the gym, he still looked as though he had once in his life.
With Ryuichi and Shuichi, their bodies were twin like. If Tohma forgot about the head on the body, he couldn't have told either apart - somewhat. What differed them the slightest was that Shuichi didn't seem muscular at all, holding a feminine body that supported the aroma of innocence that circled him, even in the most devious of moments. Ryuichi. Ryuichi was more toned than Shuichi was, having been to the gym often, and holding strict diets over the years to ensure a godlike body while on stage. In fact, Tohma was thinking of pushing Shuichi into the same strict diet and exercise. The boy's body could be worth triple than it already was. He smirked at that thought.
"Move..." Ryuichi's voice echoed in the quiet apartment, catching Tohma's attention once again. The NG President was struck over the look of pure ecstasy that was on the Grasper's face when Shuichi began to move. The unimaginable silence was broken by rising moans from both vocalists, as well as the creaking of the shaking bed. Eiri's body pushed Shuichi into Ryuichi, who was being pushed into the knowingly soft mattress, as he clutched onto the sheets. Tohma began putting his money on who would come first; he also began to desire just seeing Eiri in bliss. At that moment, the novelist seemed indifferent by the situation. Besides the small flush on his cheeks, and the sweat building up, he seemed absolutely normal.
"Ah!" Ryuichi screamed. His hand released the sheets and grasped his hard cock, squeezing to relieve pressure. Tohma tightened his fingers against the doorframe, breathing heavily at the tightening of his pants. He gazed longingly at the group, listening to the grunting and groaning that came from their activities. Shuichi's eyes tightened closed as he wailed out suddenly, signaling he came, thus followed Ryuichi, who clenched the pillow's fabric in his teeth. Last, Eiri came, probably the quietest. He grunted, and filled Shuichi. Almost lovingly, he kissed Shuichi's shoulder, and then bit it, causing a small 'ow', to escape the boy that lay on the spent Nittle Grasper vocalist.
Reluctantly, Tohma loosened his clenched hand, pushing himself away from the door. He felt dirty and somewhat ashamed to have stood there - twice - watching people go at it. He didn't do as he should, and just leave the apartment. He took a step towards the living room, his eyes falling in the couch, and he wondered if the three had done the same acts here as in there. Now on the couch was Kumagorou, with a CD headset around its small head, as if listening to music. Tohma grumbled, walking past the couch and into the corridor, where he slipped on his shoes. With one last glance towards Eiri's bedroom, he stepped out of the apartment. Never once, did he hear Shuichi's voice echo throughout the, now, quiet apartment.
"Oh...Yuki...I saw...Tohma...In...The hall."
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Next Chapter: Eiri x Tohma
By: Araki
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation.
Summary: Tohma gets a glimpse of Ryuichi's life he didn't know about involving Shuichi and Yuki. Now it's too late to back down, or get out of being part of it.
Warnings: Ongoing Smut
Pairings: Shuichi x Ryuichi, Yuki x Ryuichi x Shuichi, Tohma x Yuki, Tohma x Ryuichi, Yuki x Shuichi, Yuki x Ryuichi, Tohma x Shuichi, Yuki x Tohma x Ryuichi x Shuichi
Beta'd by: Mayhem
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Almost an hour later, Tohma stepped out of his expensive vehicle wearing his high-class suit and polished dress shoes that had never been scuffed in the limited time of wear. Staring up, his dark, fashionable, sunglasses fell down his nose some, but it still gave him style. The air of superiority still followed as he stepped into the grand apartment complex that housed his brother-in-law, novelist Eiri Uesugi.
Grinning, he pushed up on the elevator, preparing to ride it to the floor his dear brother-in-law lived on. Tohma's eyes sparkling with mischief that had still been there after an hour of being in his vehicle, in the middle of heavy Tokyo traffic from NG to the residential area of the grand and famous people of Japan. Stepping out of the elevator, the keyboardist strolled towards the Eiri's front door, fixing his hat and the faux-fur collar (real-fur was disgusting and highly unfashionable!) of his favorite pleather trench coat.
Going through his pocket, he pulled out his keychain and thought hesitantly for which key belonged to Eiri's door. NG building...House... he smiled as a small silver key caught his attention. With a sly smile, he eased the key into the lock and turned. The door clicked, and opened, allowing him into the dark apartment. Eiri always left the front door locked, that paranoia of his teacher still haunted him about trusting even his neighbors. The lights off, was really new. Usually, the kitchen light was on, even in the day. The study was even dark, the door opened. The usual light that emitted from under the door, turned off and adding to the pitch.
Walking down the hall, Tohma froze when he saw the light from under the bedroom door and heard soft talking, then a giggle. To be more exact, he heard Ryuichi giggle. Ryuichi got here before he did? Tohma shook his head. It was the traffics' fault that he was late. Stepping towards the bedroom door, Tohma placed his ear against the cool wood, and listened closely. He could hear Eiri growl before silence gave an everlasting following. Sighing, Tohma slid the customary Japanese door open and stared into the room with one eye to find what silenced his brother-in-law only to stare into the second most surprising engagement of kissing that day had seen.
Not that watching his best friend and Eiri fight for dominance was a disgusting thing. It was a lot better than watching Eiri and Shuichi or Ryuichi and Shuichi. Anything involving Shuichi was disgusting. Staring at those two was almost as good as being part of the kiss with Eiri. Tohma smiled at that thought, but his gaze never left his singer that was being pressed down against the bed, and spread out in all angles that allowed Eiri every entrance to his body. Eiri was ravishing Ryuichi, and one of his hands was down the singer's undone blue jeans, more than likely playing with Ryuichi's phallus.
From the looks of it, Shuichi wasn't in there, but Tohma couldn't care less as he watched the two in the bedroom. As Eiri pulled away from the vocalist's mouth, he latched onto the Grasper's neck. Ryuichi's threw his head back, and he suddenly cried out, giving Eiri more room to suck lower and latch onto the conjunction of the shoulder blades and neck. Nimble fingers brushed through blonde strands of hair, pulling at the roots as pearly teeth nipped at the pale skin.
"Nagh..." Ryuichi groaned, arching his back up, closer to the writer's mouth, enough for Eiri to move lower, onto smooth, tan nipples. His tongue paid adequate attention to the nub, while his hand played with the other, making the buds perk and harden. Turning his head, Eiri latched his mouth upon the other nub, nipping and playing with the tender flesh, before moving away to stare down, hungrily, at his prey.
Tohma watched, fascinated at how the dominating Ryuichi from earlier seemed so submissive now. As if the hungry gaze of Eiri Yuki had turned the once proud man into any other common man. Ryuichi seemed so needy for the novelist. Eiri pulled back some, his gaze penetrating into Ryuichi's eyes, as if waiting for any type of defiance from an anonymous order. "Do you want me?" He asked, finally. His voice was stern, and gave no signs to it being a question, but more of a statement that Ryuichi nodded lustfully as well. "Take your fingers in your mouth." The vocalist nodded, and did as instructed taking his index finger and middle finger in his mouth. He made a show of it, as if taunting the unknown voyeur. His lustful gaze stared up at Eiri, playing with the two digits as if they were a small cock that could come at any moment.
Eiri reached down, and grasped the incompletely curled fist in his hand, bringing Ryuichi's slick fingers towards the two shiny nubs. "Play with your nipples." Eiri ordered, smiling genuinely. He helped bring the Grasper's fingers to pace on the hard nubs, allowing them to first make circular patterns across the flesh, before leaving Ryuichi to handle it by himself. The vocalist took control well, pinching the tender flesh, and then twisting them almost painfully. But it didn't make him pull back, no, Ryuichi only moaned, and twisted some to relieve tension.
Relaxing himself on Ryuichi's hips, Eiri watched in mock, and Tohma had to wonder why he had such a look on his face. Ryuichi groaned. Tohma wished he was at a better angle to see what was going on, but he got a bird's eye view as Ryuichi jerked his hips upward, and Eiri snorted a laugh. The younger of the two was playing with the zipper of the vocalist's blue jeans, letting the movement of the zipper brush against the hard erection being hidden. Ryuichi groaned again, tightening his nails into his hard nubs, as if trying to change all the pleasure into pain to deal with the main problem. Eiri put a stop to that quickly, though, brushing away Ryuichi's hands.
Ryuichi's gaze fell back upon the novelist above him, panting for more, but that didn't stop Eiri's fingers from wavering down from the base of the vocalist's neck, down to the slope of the belly button. Ryuichi broke out into some laughter, but calmed down as Eiri's palm brushed the bulge in his pants. "Oh..." He whispered, his head falling back again against the pillow.
Sliding the rough fabric down Ryuichi's slender thighs, Eiri quickly rid the trousers that kept him from his goal. That goal being the hard shaft that came into view, painfully erect and at full attention. Eiri brushed his finger against the head, smiling up at Ryuichi. "What do you want me to do?" He kissed the tip and ran his hand down to the base. "Just tell me Ryuichi."
"Nnn," Ryuichi groaned, his head pressing against the pillow, and he mumbled something.
"What was that?" Eiri played, leaning down some, but not enough to hear the next whisper that came from under the pillow. "If you're going to play that way, I'm going back to work." The novelist made movement to get off of Ryuichi's thighs and leave, but the chestnut haired man stopped him, eyes full of lust filling at the brim with tears. Actually, Tohma still found it astounding that at one second Ryuichi could be full of sensual energy, eyes full of knowledge and strength, and next turn into a wide-eyed child that cried when he didn't get his way. Now was one of those moments, and Eiri looked pissed with the change of facial characteristics.
"Touch me..." Ryuichi moaned touching his own cock, flimsily. "...With your mouth..." He whispered. His wide eyes narrowed again as Eiri's hand pressed against his own hand, as well as the tender appendage.
Leaning between the singer's legs, Eiri kissed the tips of Ryuichi's fingers, as well as some flesh of the warm skin beneath. Moving his own hands, Eiri firmly held Ryuichi's hips down, swallowing the large cock in his mouth. Ryuichi's slender fingers lazily pulled away from the novelist's mouth and returned to his painfully erect nipples.
Tohma had to fight to not open the door fully and walk in. He had more class than that. A door slamming shut suddenly caught his attention, and he glanced back towards the sound as a voice rang throughout the home. "Yuki! Ryu! I'm home!" Eyes wide, Tohma opened up the nearest door, the bathroom, and pulled himself in to hide. He could hear the patter of feet against the ground and the door next to the one he hid behind slid open and slammed shut. Finding the coast clear, Tohma stepped out of his confounds lazily, and was glad that when the door slammed shut, it it had fallen back open enough to see what was going on in the room.
Shuichi was climbing on the bed, innocently staring at the pair on the bed. Eiri didn't look very amused with the youngest boy being there, but his narrowed eyes became gleeful as he stared down at Ryuichi, held hostage by the novelist's own weight, then back up to Shuichi who gazed lustfully at his idol. "Come here, Shu-chan..." Eiri raised his hand, invitingly, and Shuichi walked, trancelike, towards the man. Eiri embraced the boy's cheek, his gaze dropping down to Ryuichi, who was playing with his hard erection, waiting. "Do you want a warm mouth down there?" He asked, pulling Ryuichi's hand away. The Grasper groaned in protest.
Eiri's fingers played open Shuichi's mouth, and the boy began sucking on the digits ravishingly, his glazed eyes never leaving the appendage in front of Eiri. "It's ok, Shuichi. If you want, suck him." Eiri removed his fingers, causing Shuichi fell to his knees on the floor, and bend his front on the bed, taking the older vocalist into his mouth. Ryuichi's eyes rolled back as his head pressed into the mattress, and Tohma was left astonished at how things had played before his eyes.
The novelist sat back, watching (just as Tohma was) the two on the bed: Ryuichi withering and Shuichi bobbing his head above the swollen phallus in his mouth. Ryuichi's hands rested within the pink hair, pulling them at the root as shudders and spasms overcame his body as he neared climax. Shuichi never pulled away, nor did he let himself be chocked by Ryuichi's sudden eagerness. The older vocalist's body froze as convulsions shook down his form, his toes curling and fingers clutching the blanket as he screamed loudly to the ceiling just as he came. Shuichi's cheeks plumped some, but he did swallow his idol's sperm. He pulled away slowly, watching as the Grasper relaxed, somewhat, on the bed. Turning to Eiri, Shuichi leaned forward, as if he were demanding a kiss.
"You made a mess." Eiri muttered, using his thumb to brush away the traces from the side of Shuichi's mouth, and the boy took the digit into his mouth, savoring the taste of both the skin of Eiri and the taste of Ryuichi. The NG president blushed at the act. He couldn't stop watching though, even though now Shuichi was there. He was addicted to watching the three, or even two. He'd never thought that this could happen, and any sense to break it up now was no longer a thought (not that it had ever been).
"Y-Yuki!" Shuichi whined, and Tohma stared back, eagerly, into the room to see what else could unravel before his eyes. Eiri's hand was wrapped, firmly, around Shuichi's swollen appendage, leveling the tip to Ryuichi's entrance while the brunette was still recovering. Leading Shuichi inside the older singer, Eiri pushed Shuichi into the mattress, reaching over to an open bottle of lubrication and dipped his fingers in it. Shuichi gave a startled cry as those cold, wet fingers pressed inside his own opening.
Eiri's smirk remained relaxed and Tohma blushed as Shuichi leaned back some, thrusting his hips further into Ryuichi, only so he could take hold of Eiri's ear in his mouth. "Damn brats." Eiri said, coolly. The novelist worked quickly after that, prepping himself as well before beginning to sheath inside of the youngest boy within the bedroom.
Shuichi froze, letting go of Eiri's ear as he shook at being filled. Ryuichi gave a similar reaction, shuddering as Shuichi pushed further in. All three didn't move; Shuichi's arms braced himself above his idol, both vocalists locking eyes with each other. Tohma bit back the moan as he took in further characteristics of all three bodies piled on the bed. He had often seen Eiri without his shirt. He knew how well formed the novelist was. The man had the body of a sex god, having a washboard stomach, and clear abs showing muscles, even though the novelist never went to the gym, he still looked as though he had once in his life.
With Ryuichi and Shuichi, their bodies were twin like. If Tohma forgot about the head on the body, he couldn't have told either apart - somewhat. What differed them the slightest was that Shuichi didn't seem muscular at all, holding a feminine body that supported the aroma of innocence that circled him, even in the most devious of moments. Ryuichi. Ryuichi was more toned than Shuichi was, having been to the gym often, and holding strict diets over the years to ensure a godlike body while on stage. In fact, Tohma was thinking of pushing Shuichi into the same strict diet and exercise. The boy's body could be worth triple than it already was. He smirked at that thought.
"Move..." Ryuichi's voice echoed in the quiet apartment, catching Tohma's attention once again. The NG President was struck over the look of pure ecstasy that was on the Grasper's face when Shuichi began to move. The unimaginable silence was broken by rising moans from both vocalists, as well as the creaking of the shaking bed. Eiri's body pushed Shuichi into Ryuichi, who was being pushed into the knowingly soft mattress, as he clutched onto the sheets. Tohma began putting his money on who would come first; he also began to desire just seeing Eiri in bliss. At that moment, the novelist seemed indifferent by the situation. Besides the small flush on his cheeks, and the sweat building up, he seemed absolutely normal.
"Ah!" Ryuichi screamed. His hand released the sheets and grasped his hard cock, squeezing to relieve pressure. Tohma tightened his fingers against the doorframe, breathing heavily at the tightening of his pants. He gazed longingly at the group, listening to the grunting and groaning that came from their activities. Shuichi's eyes tightened closed as he wailed out suddenly, signaling he came, thus followed Ryuichi, who clenched the pillow's fabric in his teeth. Last, Eiri came, probably the quietest. He grunted, and filled Shuichi. Almost lovingly, he kissed Shuichi's shoulder, and then bit it, causing a small 'ow', to escape the boy that lay on the spent Nittle Grasper vocalist.
Reluctantly, Tohma loosened his clenched hand, pushing himself away from the door. He felt dirty and somewhat ashamed to have stood there - twice - watching people go at it. He didn't do as he should, and just leave the apartment. He took a step towards the living room, his eyes falling in the couch, and he wondered if the three had done the same acts here as in there. Now on the couch was Kumagorou, with a CD headset around its small head, as if listening to music. Tohma grumbled, walking past the couch and into the corridor, where he slipped on his shoes. With one last glance towards Eiri's bedroom, he stepped out of the apartment. Never once, did he hear Shuichi's voice echo throughout the, now, quiet apartment.
"Oh...Yuki...I saw...Tohma...In...The hall."
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Next Chapter: Eiri x Tohma