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In the silence left after Hitoshi just about sprints out of the backstage area, Hizashi only waits for a moment before commenting, “Was it something I said?”
“More like something you did, dickhead,” Aizawa replies bluntly, taking another swig of his drink and wondering if he should follow Hitoshi or give him, or her, some time to calm down alone. Knowing Hitoshi, s/he’d want a minute alone regardless, so Shouta stays where he is. “She’s only twenty, you know.” It’s different calling Hitoshi she instead of he, even if Aizawa still thinks of Hitoshi as he most of the time. But it’s flexible, or fluid, technically, and doesn’t feel weird in the wrong way, just different.
“So? She’s a big girl, isn’t she?” Hizashi shoots, clearly disappointed to no longer be tongue-fucking Aizawa’s fiancé. Which, Aizawa could pretend to be surprised about, but it would be bullshit because Hizashi obviously wants a go with anything Aizawa has, fiancés included.
“And you tell me I come on too strong,” Aizawa points out dryly, looking over where Hitoshi went feeling the delayed rush of concern land while he’s finishing his third or fourth double whiskey. To say nothing of the shots. Few of them, too.
“She didn’t seem too bothered to me,” Hizashi replies cockily, flexing his hips with his dick standing up through his open fly, held back only by his black underwear. Aizawa doesn’t trust it not to be leather too, knowing what a freak he is. Aizawa said the harness was going to drive Hizashi crazy, and watching what had just happened, he was damn fucking right. The validation is pretty nice, to be honest. He does love being right.
“You just don’t know how to spot it,” Aizawa says, setting his empty glass down and deciding to take a look around. If Hitoshi doesn’t want to talk then that’s fine, but at least he can find out. “I’ll go check on her.”
It’s a subtle shift, obviously, because Hitoshi’s grasp of gender is a subtle, masterful thing, and Aizawa doesn’t really have a clue, just doing his best to keep up. But there’s a bunch of little things that add up to tip the balance in one way or another, or so he thinks. Hitoshi’s always been referred to as female when she’s working, for one, but tonight it’s not part of her cover, and maybe that makes it a truer expression of him or herself. Aizawa had asked whether Hitoshi would still want to present female without a professional reason, and clearly, she does.
Suspecting where Hitoshi’s gone, but not wanting to impose too much, Aizawa goes to a door he’s snooped enough to know is a staff bathroom, which is occupied, so he backs off a little and just waits. If it’s not Hitoshi then he can ask whoever it is if they’ve seen her. If it is then he can check she’s alright still, and that hurricane Hizashi hasn’t hit too hard.
It is Hitoshi, who opens the door and steps out, not clocking Aizawa until she turns to walk back towards the VIP area, stopping when she sees him.
“Oh, hi,” Hitoshi says quietly, Aizawa reading her lips more than anything. It does seem to make more sense, at the moment, Hitoshi being she and her with the way she looks right now. So gorgeous, so feminine. It’s gratifying to watch Hizashi want Hitoshi as powerfully as Aizawa does, but that doesn’t mean Aizawa doesn’t want her all to himself quite a lot.
“Just wanted to see if you were okay,” he explains quickly, walking over to stand closer to her. “He’s a lot, I know.”
“Ah, yeah,” Hitoshi agrees lightly. Her makeup is fixed again, lipstick continuously needing to be re-applied, but the short red hair of her wig has been combed back down, and there’s a little more composure than when she bolted out of there. “He is.”
“If you start feeling uncomfortable at all, you can tell me,” Aizawa says gently, reaching out to touch Hitoshi lightly on the waist, inviting a loose embrace that she slips into.
“No, m’fine, I think,” Hitoshi tells him, clearly a little inebriated, but only to the point of lowering her inhibitions rather than total incoherence. “I’m just… not used to it.”
“Used to what?”
“Like, you, but also being… it’s not like other times,” Hitoshi explains fumblingly.
“Other times?” Aizawa echoes.
“When I’m working, or with other people,” Hitoshi carries on as she fits into Aizawa’s arms wonderfully. “When I don’t care it’s fine, you know, but I…”
She stops, and Aizawa fills the space with an understanding, “Ah.” It is a little unconventional, he knows, but he and Hizashi basically grew up together, at least when it came to maturing sexually. They’ve always been a little bit more tangled up that way than others might consider ‘normal’.
“Like I told you before,” Aizawa murmurs nice and close to Hitoshi’s face, curling his arm around her, feeling that press of her body against his. “Hizashi and I are very close, so we’re used to, uh, sharing…”
“Yeah, I can tell,” Hitoshi replies, sounding more relieved than before. “I just really don’t want to mess things up.”
“You’re not going to,” Aizawa soothes, hugging her tighter. “I’m happy as long as you’re happy.” And he’ll keep saying it as much as Hitoshi needs to hear to believe him.
She rests her head on Aizawa’s shoulder and gives a sigh. “You’re really something, you know.”
Laughing softly, enjoying the feeling of having Hitoshi against him for a precious moment isolated in time, Aizawa replies, “So you keep telling me.” He presses a kiss to Hitoshi’s head, even if it’s over the wig, and strokes his hand across her back. “You wanna stick around?”
“For a little bit more,” Hitoshi answers contently, relaxing into the embrace so comfortably that Aizawa could never let her go and be perfectly happy. Good thing they’re getting married tomorrow. He’s had boyfriends before, but not a girlfriend, and certainly not both wrapped up in the same enchanting person. “You’re right about Hizashi being thrown out though,” Hitoshi adds more playfully, “Mamasan would’ve kicked him to the curb already if it was anyone except me.”
Aizawa scoffs, as he’s had the privilege of learning how Mamasan handles such business. “Yeah, better go keep an eye on him, huh?”
He reluctantly allows Hitoshi to slip from his arms once more, though not to go very far. Just standing in front of him, tucking her hair behind her ear. She nods, and leans in pursing her lips, meeting Aizawa in the middle for a light peck that saves her lipstick a little longer.
Hizashi has a fresh round of drinks for them all when they return to the main area of the club, and has thankfully done up his fly, though Aizawa stays the clingy side of possessive with Hitoshi from this point forward. It’s not that he can’t be too far away from her, he just doesn’t want to. Neither does Hizashi, either, but that’s par for the course, and Hitoshi seems a little better equipped to handle the return of hurricane Hizashi now. Could be the booze, or the regular check-ins Aizawa’s been sure to have, or a magic sweet spot between the two.
They last a little bit longer, before Hitoshi is tugging Aizawa’s hand and making the ‘let’s go’ eyes that Hizashi doesn’t miss either, all three of them abandoning ship while the party’s still going, because there’s better places to be for what’s on their collective minds at this point.
“So, love hotel?” Hizashi asks unashamedly the moment they’re out in the alley behind the club, and Hitoshi snorts.
“Nice idea, but no need,” she answers, looking extremely daring and femme fatale walking like this in the open streets. “I’ve got a place nearby.”
“Oh, I love a girl who’s prepared,” Hizashi compliments lewdly. People are staring at them, of course, but that doesn’t really matter right now. Well, maybe for Hizashi, who’ll get circulated in gossip columns for being sighted leaving a strip club with a mysterious woman and uninteresting man. Aizawa doesn’t care, and Hitoshi won’t be recognisable once the wig and outfit change.
In an impressive feat of self control, Hizashi keeps his hands to himself at least until they’re in the lift up to Hitoshi’s spare apartment. Aizawa never questions the fact that Hitoshi takes them there instead of the real one, enjoying the other one as somewhere special just for them. The hooker apartment is better suited to this sort of thing, gotta admit.
Aizawa is not by any means exactly sober right now, but neither are they. So it’s no surprise that Hizashi waits until the lift doors have shut and then reaches for Hitoshi by Aizawa’s side with a sly, “So then, where were we?”
Hitoshi glances at Aizawa, but only briefly before being coaxed smoothly into Hizashi’s embrace. This is far less tender than the one Aizawa shared with her earlier, and also involves Hizashi reaching his tongue back into her mouth with pretty much no preface. He’s always kissed like that, Aizawa has the misfortune to know, but hey, it works for some people.
Among people who don’t seem to mind are Hitoshi, who curves into Hizashi’s arms squeezing around her, eyes fluttering half-open to kiss him back. Anyone else, Aizawa can admit, and he’d be far less than okay right now, but with Hizashi he knows he has nothing to worry about, since everything Aizawa wants emotionally is everything Hizashi doesn’t want and there’s no conflict there. Then where their desires do align it’s a neat fit, since fucking Hitoshi’s brains out has been Aizawa’s go-to activity since yesterday evening, and he could always use the help of a trusted friend to make it extra-special.
Aizawa lets them have at it for a moment, leaning drunkenly back against the door of the lift as they coast up the floors to Hitoshi’s apartment, appreciating how lovely and seductive Hitoshi looks even like this. The head angled up, long false lashes and beautifully applied makeup to define every critical edge of her face. Shimmering cheekbones, the deepening blush and poor lipstick a lost cause once more as Hizashi eagerly spreads it all over himself and her with his ‘quantity not quality’ approach to making out.
When his blood has stirred just the right amount, Aizawa pushes himself onto his feet. Stepping closer until his front grazes Hitoshi’s back, Aizawa adds his hand to the loop of Hizash’s around her waist, and leans in over Hitoshi’s shoulder while he brushes back her wig to find her ear and murmurs deliberately low-toned and lewd, “Don’t forget about me.”
*
Hitoshi’s gonna die. She’s gonna die from this and will do so completely happy because oh fuck times a million.
“Don’t forget about me,” Shouta rasps filthily over Hitoshi’s shoulder while she’s kissing Hizashi as if their lives depend on it. She parts from Hizashi’s mouth with a pant, short of breath but ignoring that in favour of turning to face Shouta and being ready to accept the claiming kiss he plants on her next. Hizashi is… fine… but Shouta’s definitely got an edge when it comes to the way he kisses. Maybe it’s just practice with Hitoshi specifically, or preference, but Hitoshi’s toes curl a little as she melts back into Shouta’s mouth like a pair of perfectly fitting shoes.
Hizashi doesn’t stay idle, and the twist of Hitoshi’s head around to meet Shouta has exposed plenty of neck for him to turn to next. His uncompromising barnacle mouth is well suited there, where he wastes no time in sucking like a vacuum and digging his teeth into Hitoshi’s neck until she goes weak from the waist down. Being sandwiched between Shouta behind and Hizashi in front means she doesn’t have anywhere to go anyway, and could probably stop standing up altogether and be held up by the pair of them sandwiching her between them. And fuck, that’s a thought.
There’s a beep as the lift reaches the right floor, and Hitoshi can only be grateful it didn’t stop at any other floors on the way to pick up other tenants, who would’ve had quite the sight should they have tried to catch the same lift as them. In a stroke of good luck on someone’s part, they’re undisturbed for the whole trip, Hitoshi managing to pry the hot-mouthed pair off either side of her and slurring more than she remembers, “S’over here.”
Shouta knows where he’s going, having made this trip a couple of nights ago, and Hizashi’s forced to follow on this occasion, making a sound of horny disappointment when Hitoshi slips away from him to stumble towards her apartment door un-groped. Not to worry, they can go right back to the groping once they’re inside.
Hitoshi gets the door open and it’s literally barely once they’re inside. It feels a bit like Hizashi just grabs her from behind to sweep fully inside the doorway, Shouta following after and actually shutting the door while Hizashi’s dry-humping Hitoshi from behind against the hallway wall.
“I hope you’re ready for this, babygirl,” Hizashi says like an utter degenerate in Hitoshi’s ear before his tongue streaks along the edge of it, teasing the different piercings before his face lurches forward and he drags Hitoshi’s earlobe into his mouth to bite with a mouthful of wig hair and everything. Animal.
Hitoshi hisses, because Hizashi is not by any definition of the word gentle, but it’s not too much, well, not the bad kind of too much. A good amount of too-much, which Hitoshi’s dick is communicating very clearly, as she’s been desperately hard since Hizashi started kissing her back in the lift.
“There is an actual bed in here, Hizashi,” Shouta comments indifferently as he’s striding past the two of them, or trying to, since Hitoshi grabs his arm and swings herself out of the Hizashi-wall sandwich to face him desperately. They collide in a kiss, while Hizashi follows on to continue sucking and biting her throat and the back of her neck as he humps his cock enthusiastically against her ass.
Shouta still kisses tenderly, like he loves Hitoshi, although it’s definitely a bit more assertive to keep up with hurricane Hizashi, like a reminder that sharing is not owning and the ring on Hitoshi’s finger remains where it is in proof of all that. Hitoshi’s not sure how long it lasts here, like this, but it’s enough for Shouta’s palm to be cupping Hitoshi’s cock between them, rubbing it teasingly through her jumpsuit when Hitoshi lifts her mouth and pushes Shouta back a bit. They haven’t even made it past the entrance hall, okay, they have to get a bit further in than this.
“Over here,” Hitoshi orders, lust-drunk as well as drunk-drunk as she drags Shouta by the front of his shirt and Hizashi by merit of not wanting to stop rubbing his cock on her butt until they get to the middle of the room, a little way before the bed still but onto the nice thick rug that Hitoshi bought for one purpose only. Ducking Hizashi coming in for another of his tonsil-checking kisses, Hitoshi’s knees hit the cushioned rug and Hizashi ends up trying to french Shouta’s palm, since he sticks a hand out to stop Hizashi bashing straight into him when Hitoshi drops down between them.
Shouta’s ahead of the game here, as he got a preview earlier today in the changing room, and has his fly unzipped before Hitoshi even needs to do it herself. The first day of this mission Shouta did see Hitoshi about to give a double blowjob here on this very rug, so perhaps he gets the symmetry of it too, or maybe just wants his cock sucked again.
Hizashi cottons on quickly after that, and his fly comes undone right after. A comfortable action for him, so Hitoshi only needs to drag down his underwear by the waistband to find out what she’s dealing with.
“Oh,” Hitoshi says instinctively when Hizashi’s cock springs out and it seems like it wasn’t just his metal zipper that she was feeling pushed up against her earlier. He’s got half a dozen piercings in his cock at least, straight barbells that run down the bottom of the shaft about a finger’s width apart, at least when he’s erect. Which he is. Very.
“Oh, you didn’t figure that out already?” Hizashi chuckles, wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock to lift it up fully and show off the full set. Something about peacocking comes to mind, emphasis on the cock, but Hitoshi’s more distracted by the prospect of getting fucked by that and doesn’t finish the thought.
“No,” Hitoshi answers foolishly, kicking herself for not noticing or figuring it out. She was taped for hours, how was she supposed to tell? Glancing up at Shouta, who’s pulled his cock out himself very kindly, not needing to hold it for it to stand out unsupported from his body. “You didn’t tell me either.”
“And miss the look on your face?” Shouta replies wickedly, and it suddenly clicks for Hitoshi that he and Hizashi have been Hitoshi’s age together, and younger. That’s where the youthful, unleashed sexual energy’s coming from. Two guys who’ve been partying together for a long time, and specifically like this, if Hitoshi’s any judge of the matter.
“Less talky more sucky,” Hizashi declares impatiently, which is about all the warning Hitoshi has before the arrival of that studded cock in her mouth. She opens it in time, but isn’t sure Hizashi would’ve stopped anyway. “Ahhh, that’s right, baby,” Hizashi sighs like finally he’s at peace, and he’d make a super easy customer, Hitoshi’s got wherewithal to consider. Aside from keeping her mouth open and tongue raised enough to cushion against the rub of the piercings, he does most of the work himself thrusting enthusiastically into Hitoshi’s mouth. For the thirty seconds or so he’s allowed to.
“Greedy, Hizashi,” Shouta comments snottily, and Hitoshi backs off Hizashi’s cock and turns just in time to receive Shouta’s in its place. His shape is more familiar, and having sucked him off thoroughly already today, Shouta knows how far he can go to bottom out in Hitoshi’s mouth, pushing right to the back of her throat with a steadying hand on the top of her head. This wig needs to go at some point, but not right now. Like Hizashi said: more sucky.
Shouta and Hizashi are standing shoulder to shoulder almost, trousers undone and their underwear pulled down only far enough to get their cocks out, such was the nature of their urgency to get this party started. They make a good pair looking up, Hitoshi thinks, though she’s more distracted by the metallic bounce of Hizashi’s cock against her cheek while he waits not-so patiently for his next turn.
Hitoshi lets Shouta fuck her throat until she gags and then switches, the rush of saliva easing Hizashi’s cock returning to her mouth and wanting everything Shouta has. This means the next thrust from Hizashi is deeper, and Hitoshi feels that hard metal rubbing too far back in her throat and retches properly now, needing to back off and gasp unpleasantly as she pushes back the urge to hurl.
“Awww,” Hizashi coos lecherously, holding his cock back up with a long trail of saliva hanging off it while Shouta rubs the tip of his cock against the corner of Hitoshi’s mouth. “Are we too much for you, babygirl?”
Hitoshi feels herself snarl, because how dare they.
“I’ll show you too much,” she says determinedly, grabbing each of them by the dick, one for each hand, and steers both towards her mouth because this is a great trick that she used all the time on the pervy twins. They fucking loved it, the closeted homos, and Shouta and Hizashi seem pretty at home too as their heads rub together and both squeeze into Hitoshi’s mouth. Spare her gag reflex for a minute or two, prove a point, everyone wins.
“Oh shit, she’s actually fitting both in,” Hizashi narrates excitedly, and Shouta seems to be enjoying it far too much to speak at all. Hitoshi’s jaw will ache after this, sure, but it’s worth it for the looks on their faces. Hitoshi charges extra for threesomes, but that’s just because she can get away with it and other girls don’t like them as much as she does.
Hitoshi can’t get either of their cocks too far into her mouth like this, and so help the rest of her lipstick, which is all over their mouths as well as cocks now, and why the fuck did she even bother reapplying, except that it’s pretty horny seeing the purple smears like bruising matching on Shouta and Hizashi’s faces. Hitoshi isn’t touching her own cock yet, just Shouta’s fondling earlier, and that’s mostly because she knows good and well how fast she’d come if she did. With all this cock to choose from, using her hand would be a total let down.
She might not be the only one skirting the edge of climax, because despite his regular orgasms inside one or other of Hitoshi’s holes since last night, Shouta’s making all the faces and sounds of seeming very close himself. Might have the lap dances to thank for that partially, as well as not being able to have that pre-party quickie like they wanted to, which they also have Hizashi to thank for. Hitoshi thanks him by switching back to one dick at a time, now recovered and better prepared for the graze of Hizashi’s piercings in her mouth, able to take him fully without gagging again.
“Ohhh, that’s right, babygirl, just like that,” Hizashi groans as Hitoshi sucks him properly, and she likes that nickname right now. Talk about bringing the girl out in her, Hizashi basically triggered it by explosive chemical reaction.
Shouta reminds Hitoshi he exists with a gentle yet assertive press of his cock against her cheek, not even breaking contact when Hitoshi turns to take him in next. They’re both watching her devotedly on the floor, but Hitoshi considers she could have an interesting view up too. She lifts off Shouta with a hand settling around the base of his cock to pose the question, “Do you two ever kiss?”
This is all Hizashi needs, it seeming like Shouta is in the process of sighing when the tongue twister leans over and Hizashi frenches him with relish. Shouta, Hitoshi’s realising, is a bit of a discerning candidate, but Hizashi’s a total whore.
Hitoshi rewards Shouta with a return to sucking his cock, and the combination seems to work for him, throbs and twitches on Hitoshi’s tongue as Hizashi eagerly tongues his mouth. The two of them kiss like it’s far from the first time, a long-earned familiarity and telling intimacy when Hitoshi catches Shouta clamping his teeth around Hizashi’s lower lip and the excited growl that comes from Hizashi in return, going to tongue-fuck Shouta’s mouth more animatedly in return.
Hizashi is much less subtle about wanting his next turn, bouncing his cock insistently against Hitoshi’s face while he’s still making out with Shouta. It’s almost a slap, given the hardness of the piercings over her cheek and eye as Hizashi indeterminately whacks away, so Hitoshi switches over and keeps her hand going on Shouta’s cock as the two of them finally stop kissing, which seems far from reluctant.
Shouta looks… gone, basically. That deep flush in his face and his glazed eyes gazing down on Hitoshi like the most beautiful being in the world, which she is, so that fits.
Shouta’s in the business of trying to say, “Wait… no, I’ll–” while Hitoshi keeps steadily pumping his cock, yet genuinely doesn’t expect when the pulse runs through it and a long spurt of semen hits her square across the face. It lands right across Hitoshi’s nose, hot and thick while the rest keeps coming, and for a man who’s pumped Hitoshi full of loads for the last twenty-four hours on a more than regular basis, he sure doesn’t fucking act like it.
“Hah! You’re so predictable, Shouta,” Hizashi cackles, still steering his cock to push undeterred in and out of Hitoshi’s mouth, taking over to thrust himself when Hitoshi freezes due to the unexpected facial she’s getting.
“I can keep going,” Shouta manages to get out gruffly as Hitoshi continues pumping the last trickles from his cock. The rest of his load hits Hitoshi’s cheekbone for the most part, thankfully avoiding her eye because that would kill the mood right now.
“Yeah, alright, show off,” scoffs Hizashi, and looks away from his cock in Hitoshi’s mouth, but only over to the bed. “So let’s do this thing already.”
Taking Hizashi’s cock out of her mouth, Shouta’s load is running down her cheek and ready to stain the rug, which doesn’t give a shit and has seen just as bad and worse before. Hitoshi quips, “He just did.”
“It’s not all about him, honestly, you two are so selfish,” Hizashi teases while Hitoshi crudely wipes the rest of Shouta’s come off her face and rubs it on the rug, before Hizashi steers his cock insistently back into her mouth. “Anyone would think you’re getting married tomorrow.”
“We are,” Shouta remarks, seemingly recovered from blowing his load and now unbuttoning his shirt.
“True.” Hizashi lets Hitoshi stop blowing him, but only to start taking off his trousers while stumbling in the direction of the bed, “Sounds like a good time to give the bride her wedding present.”
“Thanks, it’s what I always wanted,” Hitoshi jokes as she helps Shouta off with his trousers while he’s struggling out of his shirt.
Hizashi’s spreadeagled on his back on the bed already, completely fucking naked with his pierced cock raised like a slanted flagpole, and Hitoshi follows with Shouta to get her two-for-one late birthday and early wedding gift.