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There were few things Oda loved more than being on the stage. The lights, the screams of the crowd, his voice hurting from screaming the lyrics–everything was so glamorous. One thing he loved more, though, was when he was in the audience. 

Oda grabbed the mic stand and sang louder, watching the crowd as he belted out the lyrics to his band’s latest song. His racing heart stuttered in his chest when he saw Tetsu in the crowd, decked out in full punk regalia. Their eyes met for the briefest second before Oda closed his eyes to concentrate on singing. With Tetsu there, waving a lighter, he was singing better than ever before. The crowd loved it; they were screaming, cheering, singing along.

Like a high from shitty weed, all things had to come to an end sooner rather than later. His band finished its set, and he bowed to the crowd.

“Thank you, everybody! We have CDs for sale at the entrance, make sure you pick one up!”

His voice was starting to get sore, but he was still feeling the coke he’d done before the set, so he wanted to talk, talk, talk. Luckily, Tetsu stopped by backstage and congratulated Oda on another good show.

“You did great,” he said, smiling.

Oda’s own smile faltered. Why was he smiling like that? It looked forced. Oda cleared his throat, coughing a few times. Tetsu kept his arms crossed, but a few years ago, he would have been smacking his back and grabbing him a bottle of lukewarm water from craft services (aka a table of shitty snacks and bottles of water the drummer left out). 

He decided not to look into it too much. “Thanks, man. It’s good to see you out in the crowd again. You gonna come to the next show?”

Tetsu smiled tightly, tucking an errant strand of hair behind his ear. His eyeliner was smudged out from sweating throughout the show, but Oda thought it looked perfect.

“Ah, I’ve been pretty busy lately,” Tetsu said, grimacing in a convincing simulacrum of regret. “Besides, tonight’s show was great enough to hold me out for months, y’know?”

Oda didn’t know. Tetsu used to show up to every show, was in every crowd as Oda crooned his heart out. He loved the band… At least, he used to. 

Licking his dry lips, Oda smiled even though he didn’t want to. “That’s cool. It was sick to have you for just one night, anyway. Why don’t I drive you home?”

Tetsu’s eyes glazed past Oda and toward the parking lot. He used his good hand to scratch at the juncture of his prosthetic and what was left of his arm. Oda knew he’d gotten a ride from Majima, but his van wasn’t anywhere in sight. The concert venue was a good 30-minute drive outside Paradise County, too, so it wasn’t like he could just walk .

“Sure, Jun.”

Oda grinned and suppressed the urge to pump his fist like an idiot. But it had been so long since the two of them had been able to have a real conversation. And it had been even longer since Tetsu had called him ‘Jun’. Perhaps this concert was a step toward them returning to normal?

“Just gotta help clean up,” Oda said, nodding towards the stage. “Uh, here’s my keys. Don’t go driving away without me, haha.”

“I won’t,” Tetsu said, more seriously than Oda liked. 

It was supposed to be a joke, not an actual worry he had. It was, though. He briefly reconsidered handing over the keys to his old beater of a car, but he wanted to make sure Tetsu knew he trusted him.

With keys in hand, Tetsu waved lazily as he walked away. Oda’s eyes were immediately glued to his ass as he walked. He bit his lip. Maybe tonight would be the night he made his move. It’d been forever since he got laid, so he was feeling extra horny from all the adrenaline pumping in his blood after a successful show. 

He went to help his drummer with cleaning up. 

Oda could have heaved a sigh of relief at seeing Tetsu in his car, staring out at the distant city lights through the passenger seat window. 

“Hey,” Oda said.

“Hey,” Tetsu mirrored. 

The radio was blaring metal as he climbed into his car. He turned it down just a little, since he wanted to talk as they drove home. 

Tetsu turned it right back up as soon as Oda turned on the car. He grimaced, but wasn’t dissuaded. He plastered on his most charming smile and rested his palm on the stick shift, tantalizingly close to Tetsu’s thigh. 

“How’ve things been with you? You’ve been so busy,” Oda said. “You even took a day off work. You’ve never done that before.”

“Oh, yes, I have,” Tetsu said, humming as he nodded at his prosthetic. 

Oda swallowed, cursing himself internally. “Right. But, uh, since then, I mean.”

“Lots of housework,” Tetsu said vaguely, waving his palm. 

Oda proceeded to talk about how he had been, hoping it would get his friend to open up. It didn’t, though, so after talking his head off, there was an awkward silence as they drove through the reservation. 

“Kiryu and Majima had to stay at my place for a few days,” Tetsu eventually said, rolling down his window a little more as he spoke. 

“Oh? Bet that was a riot,” Oda scoffed. “Did you have to get the place fumigated afterwards? I don’t think I’ve ever seen that Majima guy looking fresh out of a shower, ever .”

Tetsu smiled that vacant smile of his that Oda had been seeing so often. He wished he could have swallowed his words as Tetsu spoke.

“We’re pretty good friends, actually,” Tetsu said evenly. 

“Oh?” Oda gripped the steering wheel harder. “Didn’t think those two were capable of being friends with anyone but themselves.”

Tetsu shrugged and didn’t offer anything else.

Oda cursed himself again. What the fuck, though? Tetsu friends with the local drug dealer and a vacant-headed dumbass? He could hardly believe it. The Tetsu he knew wouldn’t have even given them the time of day, let alone become friends with them. 

He hated the silence that fell over them. He knew he’d accidentally insulted him, but he didn’t know how to make it right. 

A flicker of jealousy curled in his belly as he thought of Majima and Kiryu staying in Tetsu’s apartment. He’d seen his apartment before, of course, but he’d never crashed there before. Why did those two get the privilege? 

He yawned, starting to feel the exhaustion from sleeping very little and performing his heart out. The lights of the occasional passing car were soothing him into a sleepy state, too. 

“The interstate is faster, you know,” Tetsu eventually said, still staring out the window. 

The breeze made Tetsu’s hair flutter, and Oda was overwhelmed with the urge to touch him. He wanted to run his fingers through Tetsu’s soft hair, to feel it for himself instead of just staring with want. 

“The old way is safer,” Oda countered. “And fewer cops, haha.”

Tetsu hummed. “Fair enough.”

When they were about halfway to Paradise County, Tetsu became chattier. He even laughed at one of Oda’s jokes, making his heart soar. He was grinning like an idiot as they pulled into Tetsu’s apartment complex. He put his car into park.

Tetsu began to get out, but Oda hurriedly rested his hand on his thigh to stop him. He wanted to stroke him, touch him more, but he also didn’t want to scare him off, so he simply laid his hand there.

“I’m pretty tired,” Oda said. “You mind if I stay the night? I could even drive you to work tomorrow.”

Tetsu tilted his head, glancing at Oda for the first time during the drive. “Your place is only a five-minute drive, you know.”

Oda worried at his bottom lip. “Yeah, but–”

“Come on in,” Tetsu said, getting up. 

Oda’s hand came dangerously close to touching his ass, but he resisted the urge. “Thanks, man.”

“No problem.”

Oda knew that Tetsu was letting Majima park his van in his parking spot, but it was still strange to see the drug dealer’s vehicle there. He stared at it as they walked up the steps to Tetsu’s apartment, wondering if he’d catch a whiff of weed or hear Kiryu or Majima speaking. Everything was silent, though, except for cicadas serenading the night. 

“Home sweet home,” Tetsu said wryly, unlocking the door and ushering Oda in. 

“Where’s your roommate?” Oda asked, noticing how silent the place was.

“Hm?” Tetsu hummed as he hung his keys up. “Oh, he’s still out of town. You can sleep in his room if you want.”

“Thanks,” Oda said. “Mind if I shower?”

“Let me clean up first,” Tetsu said, yawning. “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna head to bed after I get this eyeliner off.”

Oda wanted to follow behind him and watch him clean up, but he knew that would be too creepy, so he simply sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. He flipped through channels as he waited for Tetsu to finish up. He thought long and hard about how he should make his move. Maybe he wouldn’t have to sleep in the roommate’s bed after all. 

Not for the first time, Oda thanked everything that was holy that Tetsu was gay. He wished he could say they discovered their sexualities together as teens, but it hadn’t worked out that way. Oda had always pined for him, but was too awkward back then to make a proper move. He’d dealt with his desire for Tetsu by making out with random guys who were down to experiment, and one night after a show, Tetsu had caught Oda kissing his guitarist backstage.

Instead of disgust, he’d just smirked a little and wished him luck before leaving them alone. No one who wasn’t gay would react that way, Oda reasoned, so he was confident he could shoot his shot safely. 

Relatively safely, anyway, since he supposed he risked their delicate friendship if Tetsu said no.

Eventually, Tetsu emerged from the bathroom bare-faced and refreshed. Oda couldn’t help but smile at him, but it wasn’t returned.

“All free,” Tetsu said, patting his cheeks with a towel, causing a flush to bloom on them. 

“Wanna watch some TV before I head to bed?” 

“I thought you were so tired you couldn’t even drive home,” Tetsu said, humor in his voice. 

“O-Oh, uh–”

“I need to get to sleep, anyway,” Tetsu said coolly. “Wouldn’t want to be late for work, you know?”

“Right.”

Oda deflated as Tetsu went to his bedroom, closing the door behind him with a resounding ‘click’. 

He got into the shower and cursed himself for not making a move. It always went like this. He would gather up the courage to make his move, and then Tetsu would say or do something that made it impossible for him to flirt or even touch him to get things going. 

His dick didn’t get the memo, though. He quickly grew hard as he thought about Tetsu’s pretty face. He wanted to kiss every mole on his cheeks, his neck. Maybe he had moles all over his body? He was salivating at the thought.

Before he knew it, he was fantasizing about his closest friend.

“Oh, Jun,” Tetsu moaned.

Oda scissored his fingers, dripping with lube. Tetsu’s cock was weeping, thick drops of precum oozing onto his soft belly as Oda worked him over. His prostate was easy to find, easy to bully. 

“Fuck me already,” Tetsu cried out, wrapping his thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock to stave off a prostate orgasm. “Wanna cum on your cock!”

Oda could never deny him that. Frankly, he didn’t want Tetsu to cum unless he was on his cock, stretched out and moaning for him. He wanted him open and ready for his cock 24/7, his own personal cockwarmer. 

He pulled his fingers from Tetsu’s tight ass, admiring how his rim clung to his fingers, not wanting to let go. He was tight around his fingers, so he would be even tighter around his fat cock. He went to grab a condom, but Tetsu whined at him.

“Fuck me raw, Jun..!”

Oda moaned. He dribbled lube all over his thick, long cock and pressed the tip against Tetsu’s trembling rim. He wanted to tease him, make him beg for it, but Tetsu was too eager. As Oda was about to pull away, Tetsu pushed his hips back and sobbed. Oda moaned at the hot sensation of Tetsu’s ass wrapping around his cock, running his fingers through his sweaty hair as he admired the sight beneath him.

Tetsu was bent over his bed, clutching his sheets as he took Oda’s cock inside him by force.

“So needy,” Oda breathed out, so put together compared to Tetsu’s desperation. 

Finally ready to give him what he wanted, Oda thrust deep inside his ass in one quick go. Tetsu arched his back like a bow and cried out, his asshole spasming rhythmically around his cock as he came. 

Oda groaned; he wanted to scold him for cumming before him, but it was too hot. Tetsu was too hot. His furnace-hot ass wrapped around him like he was made for him, like he was his fucktoy. He started fucking him, leaning over and kissing the moles on his neck as he thrust in and out. He was sure to leave marks, wanting to ensure anyone who saw him knew who he belonged to. 

“Gonna cum,” Tetsu whined pathetically, sweat gathering in the small of his back as Oda roughly fucked him. 

“Cum for me, baby,” Oda said breathlessly, gripping his hips tightly as he fucked him. “Cum on my fat cock.”

His words served as Tetsu’s undoing. He came with a prolonged sob, spurting watery cum on Oda’s bedspread. Oda threw his head back as his ass massaged around him, enjoying how tight he was even after he was fucked by such a thick cock. He grabbed Tetsu by the hair and yanked him back, making him gasp.

“Jun! Jun!” Tetsu cried out.

It was music to his ears. He was making his lover feel good, was making him cum on his fat cock over and over. 

“Gonna cum,” Oda grunted, beginning to pull out.

Tetsu sounded like he was going to cry. “No! Cum inside me, please..!”

Wet slapping filled the room as Oda began fucking him even harder and faster, unable to hold back knowing how badly Tetsu wanted his cum inside him. He panted as he worked, his stamina reaching its threshold. 

Finally, he buried his cock as deeply as he could manage and threw his head back as he came. Tetsu whimpered with every pulse of his cock, jerking himself off as Oda filled him with a hot load of cum. He came for ages and ages, relief washing over him. 

He slowly pulled out once his orgasm was over and observed his handiwork. He spread Tetsu’s gaping rim with his thumbs, staring at how it winked with nothing to clench around. White cum oozed out of him, dribbling down onto his tight balls as Oda watched. He could have stared all day, but…

Panting, Oda jerked himself off faster as he imagined how pink Tetsu’s insides would be, how hot it would be to see that pink covered with his white cum. He gripped the base before twisting up to the tip. He stifled a moan by biting his inner cheek as he finally came with his head thrown back, the shower washing it down the drain as soon as it landed on the tiled floor. 

Satisfied, Oda took a breather. His heart was still racing, and he could practically see Tetsu beneath him. His heart rate eventually slowed to normal, but it took a while. He was more worked up over his fantasy than he had been in a while. It helped that he was in Tetsu’s apartment. 

Finally finished, Oda opened Tetsu’s shampoo bottle and took a deep inhale of the cinnamon scent. His cock twitched in a valiant attempt to get hard again as he imagined burying his face in Tetsu’s hair as he fucked him. But he’d been showering long enough; he didn’t want Tetsu to get suspicious. It was one thing to know a guy jerked off every once in a while, but it was another thing to know he’d done it in your shower. 

He made quick work of cleaning himself and drying off before heading to bed. He briefly considered checking up on Tetsu (secretly wanting to see him sleep), but he decided against it. Instead, he crawled under unfamiliar covers and fell asleep.

The next day was painfully average–that is to say, Tetsu treated him like a practical stranger while they worked. He kept trying to make conversation, to suggest they take a smoke break together, but Tetsu wasn’t having it. He always had a perfectly reasonable excuse for why he couldn’t chat (“Customer just called in a pizza”) or take a break (“I’m trying to cut back on nicotine”). If Oda didn’t know any better, he would have said that Tetsu was avoiding him after letting Oda spend the night at his place. 

“Pigeon Pizza, what can I get started for you?” Oda answered the phone when Tetsu was too busy making a pizza to get it. 

“Ah, is Tachibana there?”

Oda scowled. Despite the graininess of the call, he could tell it was Majima. He’d bought drugs from him plenty of times, up until his manager started providing the band with them for a better price. 

“Sorry, we don’t provide employee information over the phone,” Oda said coolly. 

Majima snorted. “Uh-huh. Right. So is he there or not?”

“I said–”

“Is that for me?” Tetsu asked, wiping sweat from his brow after shoving a freshly made pie into the pizza oven. 

Without waiting for an answer, he took the phone from Oda’s hand. “Hello?”

Oda couldn’t help but scowl as Tetsu smiled into the receiver, chuckling softly at something Majima said. 

He seethed for the rest of the night, even though the call barely lasted a minute. 

As Oda was about to lock up, he passed by Tetsu’s station and paused. There on the counter was the bat pin that matched his own. He frowned as he picked it up, wondering how he hadn’t noticed Tetsu wearing it–or taking it off at work, for that matter. After checking his watch, he reasoned it was still early enough for him to drop by.

He got in his car and started driving to Tetsu’s apartment. It didn’t take long for him to arrive. He parked in the same spot he’d parked in yesterday and padded up the metal steps.

Knock, knock, knock.

No answer. Oda frowned and checked his watch again. It wasn’t even 10 pm, and Tetsu had the next day off, so why was he already asleep? He knocked again, sighing in dissatisfaction when no one came to the door. 

The sound of a muffled moan made Oda look up. He glanced around the parking lot and saw that Majima’s van was spilling light out its front windows. Against his better judgment, he got closer and peered inside the open window.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. He thought he’d just get a peek of Kiryu and Majima fucking, but instead he got an eyeful of Tetsu’s naked body. He swallowed heavily, sweat beading on his forehead as he contemplated getting out of there before he got caught. 

Tetsu threw his head back and moaned louder as Majima mouthed at his nipple, murmuring something that Oda couldn’t make out. It made Tetsu laugh breathlessly, though, and shove Majima’s head against his chest.

“Get to work, and we’ll see,” Tetsu said, quiet enough that Oda stepped closer. 

He was hypnotized, unable to tear his gaze away as he watched the duo. As Majima mouthed at his left nipple, he used his hand to play with the other one. He pinched and squeezed it, making Tetsu moan even louder. He wanted to see Tetsu’s hard cock, but Majima was in the way. All he could focus on were his dark brown nipples, hard and wet as Majima switched which one he had his mouth on. 

Majima pinched down on Tetsu’s nipple hard , chuckling when he gasped and bucked his hips. “Needy thing.”

“Stop hogging him,” a deeper voice said.

Oda’s eyes went wider as Kiryu’s strong frame entered the scene. Tetsu smirked at him before urging him closer. For a while, they both sucked on a nipple as Tetsu moaned and let out other little sounds of pleasure. Oda was determined to memorize them, desperate for more jerk-off material. 

Speaking of. He glanced down with a shock and realized he had his cock out. He was stroking himself without even thinking. He knit his brows, pausing his movements. What the hell was he doing? He was pissed that Tetsu was letting himself be used by someone other than himself. He wanted to be the one playing with his nipples, not some drug dealer and the local dumbass. But… He was still hard watching them. He swallowed again, weighing his choices. 

He could make a bunch of noise with his car and get them to stop. Or he could simply knock on the door and pretend he was there for the drugs. As he contemplated, he fingered the bat pin in his pocket, feeling the curved edges on the tip of his index finger.

“Suck me off,” Tetsu said, rousing Oda out of his thoughts.

He was much more demanding than Oda expected… Was he putting on a show for those two, or had Oda really pinned him down so incorrectly? There was no way that Oda could be so wrong about someone he’d known for years and years, so he had to be trying to impress the other two by acting differently than he truly felt. 

In unison, Majima and Kiryu lay on their bellies in front of Tetsu, staring up at him. Tetsu grinned and gripped Majima’s hair with his good hand, tugging lightly as Majima grumbled something too quiet for Oda to hear. 

Oda took another shaky step closer to the van and wet his dry lips. He was leaking precum like never before–something about him liked watching Tetsu with these two other men. He shook himself. That couldn’t be possible. Anger still brewed deep in his belly, so he tried to hang onto that, but… 

He saw Tetsu’s cock. Instantly, his mouth began watering, his body not caring what situation he was seeing it in. All he wanted to do was taste him, to be the one making him feel good with his mouth. He’d never much fantasized about sucking Tetsu off, more interested in receiving the pleasure, but now he couldn’t believe he’d been so foolish; making Tetsu cum with his mouth was a privilege. He squeezed his cock before letting himself jerk off again. 

Tetsu’s cock was so pretty, Oda couldn’t believe it. With a deep thrill, he realized his own cock was a bit bigger than his, but not by much. It was arching towards his belly button, a bead of pearly precum decorating the light pink tip. Kiryu suddenly gripped his cock and pulled the foreskin down, revealing the entire head in its beauty. Oda wanted to be the one touching him so bad that he was panting open-mouthed as he pretended. 

Without warning, Majima got closer to Tetsu and began mouthing at the base of his cock. It might have been his imagination, but Oda swore he could hear how wet his mouth was from there. While Majima focused on the base, Kiryu took the tip and suckled on it, probably swirling his tongue around. Or maybe he was focusing on the frenulum? Oda couldn’t decide which would be better. 

“Fuuuck, keep going,” Tetsu cursed. 

Oda was surprised. It had been ages since he’d heard Tetsu swear like that. He’d heard him curse under his breath when he burned his hand on an especially hot pizza, but that had been weeks and weeks ago. He kept mostly silent while he worked these days. 

Kiryu started to take more of Tetsu’s pretty cock down his throat, but Majima stopped him. They glared at each other for a moment before they reached an unspoken agreement. In a beat, they were both mouthing at the tip of his cock. Oda was taken aback–he’d assumed Kiryu and Majima had something going on, and now… They were kissing around another man’s cockhead. 

It was surprisingly erotic to watch them work. Tetsu groaned louder than he had all night as they moved into position and started taking care of him.

“You guys are gonna kill me, goddamn,” Tetsu said, his voice muffled because of the distance and entire vehicle between them. 

He gripped Majima’s head and began thrusting between their mouths, fucking the wet space they’d created. It sounded slick and hot even through the van’s walls, making Oda jerk off faster. He was panting silently as Tetsu fucked between their lips, groaning softly in a way that made Oda’s heart skip a beat. 

Why wasn’t he the one to make him make that noise?

Sooner than he’d expected, Tetsu cursed and started cumming. Even his cum was pretty, Oda noted. It was almost shimmering as he spilled across the blanket draped across the van’s floor. Oda couldn’t help but stare at the tip of his cock as it erupted with cum, spurt after spurt landing between Majima and Kiryu’s bodies. 

He expected them to stop and clean up, but Tetsu just panted and rolled onto his belly. Oda’s gaze was drawn to his pert ass, two perfect globes of warm brown skin. To his delight, Tetsu spread his cheeks and showed off his perfect asshole.

“Fuck me already,” he said. 

Oda could have groaned. He wished it were him in that van, not two undeserving pricks. 

Kiryu got off his stomach while Majima crawled over Tetsu’s body and sat cross-legged near his head. They murmured to each other while Kiryu put on a condom, and Oda wondered what on earth they could be saying, especially when Kiryu barked out a laugh.

He couldn’t wonder for long, however, because Kiryu quickly buried his face between Tetsu’s asscheeks and began rimming him. Fuck . It really should have been him. 

Tetsu was so reactive, moaning and panting as he rocked his hips back. While Kiryu rimmed him, Majima pressed his hard cock into Tetsu’s open, welcoming mouth. Oda couldn’t tell if he was smaller than him or not from that distance, but his cock seemed to be a little crooked, so he took solace in knowing that his cock was straight as an arrow. 

Though he was using Tetsu’s mouth, he was staring at Kiryu rimming him, much to Oda’s annoyance. If it were him, he’d never take his eyes off Tetsu, not even for a moment. He would want to memorize every little expression Tetsu made, so he could always remember how he looked when he pleasured him. 

Eventually, Kiryu pulled away and Tetsu got an eyeful of Tetsu’s pink insides. Dammit! It was even more perfect than he’d imagined; his fantasies paled to the real thing. 

He was so busy being infatuated with Tetsu’s asshole that he almost missed how big Kiryu’s cock was. His jaw actually dropped when he saw it. There was no way that Tetsu could take a cock that big.

Oda was quickly proven wrong, though, when Kiryu poured lube over his condom-clad cock and started pressing inside him. It only took a few beats before Tetsu’s hole gave way and Kiryu was inside him.

The van immediately began rocking back and forth with Kiryu’s movements. Tetsu’s moans were muffled by the cock in his mouth, but still audible. Oda tried to focus on those sounds and nothing else, but he was admittedly mesmerized by how hard Kiryu was fucking him from the get-go. Oda would have given him plenty of time to adjust, especially if he had that size monster inside him, but Kiryu was fucking him with reckless abandon. 

Thanks to the angle he was at, he could see Kiryu’s cock thrusting in and out of Tetsu’s perfect ass over and over again. He was so fucking thick, too–it wasn’t fair. Oda let out a soft whimper and quickly covered his mouth, worried he’d been heard, but luckily, the three were so invested in themselves that they didn’t hear. He stroked himself slower than before, trying to last, but… He was close. 

He was close just from watching his only love in life get fucked by two different men. 

Against his will, his hand sped up, and he jerked himself off faster. He came soon after with a pathetic whine in the back of his throat. He splattered cum all over the van’s tire, speckling the pavement with white, too. 

“Did you hear that?” Kiryu’s voice broke the ringing in his ears. 

Oda instantly dropped to the ground, causing him to kneel in his own pathetic cum puddle. 

The van was silent for a moment, and it wasn’t rocking anymore. 

“Yer paranoid, Kazzy,” Majima’s voice said.

Oda’s heart was ready to beat out of his chest. He hurriedly tucked his cock back into his pants, but if they decided to look out the passenger side window, he’d be caught. 

“Hm.”

Without another word, the three of them got back to it, and Oda heaved a (silent) sigh of relief. He scrambled off his knees and slunk to his car. He waited ten minutes before driving home, the bat pin still in his pocket.

Much to his chagrin, his nightly jerk-off session to Tetsu involved them instead of him. He kept trying to push them out of the fantasy, but all he could hear was how Tetsu sounded as Kiryu slid into his ass for the first time of the night–that breathy, fucked out moan. 

Fuck.

He might be screwed.