Ashwatthama kissed him like he was something sacred as Shirou's hand slid to the side of his waist, fingers curling gently on the rim of his boxers as he pressed a kiss to Satoshi's neck. "Breathe."
"I am," Satoshi whispered breathlessly after separating from Ashwatthama's lips.
"You weren't."
A soft chuckle escaped him as he turned, only to be caught in another kiss—Shirou's this time. Firmer. Steadier. But not hungry. Not devouring. Just there. Like a vow.
Satoshi's knees felt weak and he was glad they were on bed and not standing.
"I'm not glass," he mumbled, embarrassed.
"No," Shirou murmured against his shoulder, placing a kiss there. "But we want to be careful with you."
His shirt had ridden up slightly, and Ashwatthama's hand traced the bare skin at his waist—not with possession, but with reverence. A warm palm, solid and grounding. Shirou's hand moved to mirror it on the other side. Together, they cradled him like he was precious.
He was being held in stereo—touched like the world would fall apart if they were too rough, or too fast, or too anything but right.
Their mouths kept returning to him—his jaw, his cheek, his lips again. No pressure to reciprocate. No rush. Just a quiet unraveling of every wall he hadn't even known he still had.
"I don't know how to handle this," he said between pants, honest and a little overwhelmed.
"You don't have to," Shirou said.
"Just tell us when to stop," Ashwatthama added, kissing his cheek this time, as if the previous moment hadn't been the most disarming of Satoshi's life.
Their warmth sank into his skin as Shirou slid his hands up Satoshi's back, and Ashwatthama's kisses trailed down Satoshi's cheek to his neck. Shirou kissed the corner of his mouth gently when he turned, his breath warm on Satoshi's skin. Ashwatthama's lips found the crook of Satoshi's ear, and he could hear the raggedness in Ashwatthama's breath as he spoke softly. "Is it too much?"
Satoshi shook his head, still trying to catch his breath. "It's okay."
Shirou released Satoshi's shirt, and Ashwatthama's hand found Satoshi's hair, tangling in the curls as they pulled back. Satoshi's breath wobbled as their touch lingered, their bodies pressing against him from both sides.
Shirou's fingers traced the lines of his throat, tracing the neckline of Satoshi's shirt. "Can we take this off?"
Satoshi nodded mutely, and Shirou cupped his hand behind Satoshi's neck, pulling him down into a chaste kiss, before pulling back to let Ashwatthama tug at the fabric of Satoshi's shirt. The material slid over his skin easily.
The air was thick with anticipation as Satoshi revealed more of himself to Ashwatthama and Shirou. The gentle caresses of their hands were replaced by firmer grips that held him tight. Their kisses deepened, every breath mingling with his own as they moved in sync.
Satoshi's heart raced in his chest, the pressure building within him. He was no longer hesitant. He wanted this—needed it.
Ashwatthama leaned down to trace a path with his tongue along Satoshi's jawline until he reached his earlobe. "Tell us what you need," he whispered, hot breath fanning across Satoshi's skin.
Shirou was just as eager, hands roaming over Satoshi's body with a newfound confidence. His touch was possessive, demanding, yet still gentle. Satoshi arched into the contact, needing more. He gasped as Shirou's fingers brushed against his clothed member, his hips jerking back reflexively, his ass meeting Shirou's hardness.
Shirou tensed from behind him. However, instead of retreating, Satoshi pressed closer against that hardness. "I need you both with less clothes."
"I don't think I'll be able to control myself if I take my pants off," Ashwatthama murmured, his voice rough with desire as he took advantage of Shirou slowly grinding into Shirou to grab Satoshi's dick through his boxers. "Maybe next time."
Satoshi gasped at the contact, his hips jerking involuntarily forward. Before they move back onto Shirou's clothed hardness.
"You like that?" Ashwatthama asks roughly, smirking.
Shirou leaned in closer, running his thumb over Satoshi's hardened nipple, causing a shiver to run down his spine. His voice was breathless as he kept rutting onto him. "Do you want more?"
"Yes," Satoshi whispered, unable to form a coherent thought. He could feel himself being pulled between them, their desire for him almost palpable.
Ashwatthama moved his hand to the inside of his boxers, to touch the head of Satoshi's cock, slowly pushing the cloth down to free it. Satoshi's breath hitched as cool air bathed his sensitive skin. He reached down to touch Ashwatthama's own cock through his pants, stroking his length nervously, lost in the sensation of being wanted and desired. Satoshi mirrored Ashwatthama's movements, his hand going lower, to his balls.
"You're so beautiful," Shirou murmured when Satoshi moaned, leaning in to kiss along Satoshi's jawline.
Ashwatthama chuckled darkly, his free hand trailing up Satoshi's stomach to cup the back of his head.
"And he's all ours," he said breathless as he moved to kiss him. Their tongues dancing around each other's mouths, their bodies pressing closer together, they lost themselves in the heat of the moment.
Satoshi could feel the pressure build within him as their kisses deepened, their movements becoming more urgent as they touched him. Shirou's fingers went lower, brushing against his entrance, and Satoshi tensed into his touch, surprised. But Shirou didn't press inside, he merely circled his hole and then went back to his balls. Like a silent promise.
Ashwatthama broke the kiss, to see what had surprised Satoshi. When he saw what Shirou was doing, he lied his back onto the bed, pulling Satoshi with him until he was kneeling on fours. His breath hitched at the new position, especially when Ashwatthama pulled him in to trail kisses along Satoshi's jawline. "Let's help Shirou, okay?"
He didn't understand what was happening, so lost in the pleasure of Ashwatthama's hand jerking him off. It wasn't until Shirou's light massages against his entrance moved away that he woke up slightly. Then two hands were gripping the sides of his ass and parting them apart.
It was not painful but still weird. He looked back just in time to feel something wet against his hole, lapping it.
He would have jumped if not for the tight grip on his ass.
Then the tongue on it continued lapping it in slow motions, almost lazy.
"Wha—Don't do—" He stopped himself from continuing when the lapping became more insistent and his body became jelly. He had to close his mouth or only moans would come out.
It didn't help that Ashwatthama's hand kept stroking him.
Everything between his legs felt too sensitive. "I don't know if I can last long—"
"Breathe," Ashwatthama urged, his tongue tracing slow circles around Satoshi's earlobe. "Take it slow."
Shirou's tongue flicked his entrance once more, causing a shiver to run down his spine. Despite his protests, Satoshi found himself arching into the touch, his body craving more contact. He didn't know why, but he wanted it. Needed it.
Ashwatthama kissed him when Shirou continued his slow devouring of his entrance and Satoshi's moans grew louder. It was like nothing he had ever felt before—alien but arousing in its own way. As the intrusion grew bolder, Satoshi found himself trembling with anticipation, his hips thrusting back wanting more.
The room was hazy with their breaths and the soft sounds of pleasure escaping their lips. Ashwatthama growled softly when Satoshi kept sucking on his tongue.
Their movements became in sync, Ashwatthama's kissing him and stroking him while Shirou lavished attention to his entrance. And yet Satoshi had never felt wanted before, and yet, here he was—two men worshiping his body like it was theirs. Owning every inch of him, marking him as theirs. It was blissful and terrifying all at once. His head was spinning with emotions, and he couldn't find the words to express any of it.
In this moment, all that mattered was their touch, their love, their devotion. And Satoshi knew that he would give them anything they asked for.
His head was starting to feel dizzy as he felt himself close to climax. They seemed to notice it because Ashwatthama's grip tightened slightly in jerking him off, while Shirou started thrusting his tongue into his entrance.
"Yes!" he whimpered at last as he came. It took him a couple of seconds to come back from the high and when he did, he noticed a smug Ashwatthama in front of him.
"Are you okay?" Ashwatthama asked with a smirk, tracing gentle circles on Satoshi's back.
Satoshi nodded, his breath shaky. Then he looked down, at the tent in Ashwatthama's pants. He turned his head to see Shirou behind him, his hands still gripping his sides, and still so hard.
"Now, it's your turn," Satoshi said, nodding firmly.
"You don't have to—"
"I want to." He then hesitated, unsure on what to do. "I can jerk you off? Or suck you off? I mean, I haven't done it before, but I want to learn."
Shirou huffed a laugh from behind him. He draped over his back without letting too much of his weight falling onto Satoshi. "Let's start small, okay? Maybe you can try sucking us off at a later date."
Ashwatthama shrugged. "I wouldn't be opposed to you jerking me off for now."
Satoshi glanced at Shirou still on his back, his clothed dick touching his ass as he rutted onto it. "Can I fuck your thighs?"
Satoshi looked up at him with surprise, but nodded quickly.
Shirou was right, they needed to take things slow. It wouldn't be fair to plunge straight into hardcore sex without any previous experience. So, swallowing his nervousness, Satoshi lifted his ass a little bit more, his hand not holding his weight moving to grab Ashwatthama's dick through his pants. He felt more than saw the small shudder that went through Ashwatthama at the touch, and it sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through his veins.
"God, you're so beautiful," Shirou murmured against Satoshi's skin before pulling back. Ashwatthama chuckled darkly as he grabbed the sides of his thighs to close them together. Satoshi turned around just in time to see Shirou spitting his hand and using his spit to lube his dick. Then he felt Shirou's dick going to the small gap in between his thighs and then thrusting into them. He could feel Shirou's hips meeting his ass, the slap sounds of his balls meeting the back of Satoshi's legs.
Ashwatthama's hands still holding tight the sides of his legs, gripped them as his face nuzzled his neck as he thrusted upwards into Satoshi's hold on his dick. "Go on, I'm feeling neglected here."
"And we can leave him all needy, can't we?" growled Shirou from behind Satoshi, breathless, as his urgent thrusting into Satoshi's thighs increased in speed.
Satoshi wrapped his hand around Ashwatthama, marveling at the thickness of him. It took a few moments to find a rhythm, but soon enough, Satoshi was pumping Ashwatthama's cock in steady motions, listening to the deep groans that escaped his lover. He felt a thrill course through him with every movement, knowing that he was giving him pleasure. In the way Ashwatthama groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure as he gripped Satoshi's hair.
The head was a bit slick from precum and it kind of made him want to taste it.
"... Can I?" he asked to Ashwatthama, while looking at his dick and licking his lips, still stroking him.
Ashwatthama's hold on Satoshi's hair tightened, but he nodded. Moving back and sitting with his back to the wall. "Just lick it for now."
Satoshi nodded, leaning in to taste Ashwatthama's dick, savoring the flavor of him as he continued stroking. When Ashwatthama groaned, his fingers tangling in Satoshi's hair, and Satoshi took it as encouragement to lean forward, close his eyes and take him into his mouth, trying not to gag. It wasn't easy, but he knew he needed to practice. As he stroked the rest of Ashwatthama's length with his hand, he felt Shirou's hand land on his head, guiding him.
"Don't take too much," Shirou whispered, still thrusting into his thighs, but slower so as to not push him too much. He could feel Ashwatthama's dick twitching in his mouth, coated in precum. It was driving him wild.
With a small whimper, Satoshi lifted his hips, arching into Shirou's thrusts, as he sucked Ashwatthama harder.
Satoshi could feel their orgasm building, in the way Shirou's thrusts became erratic and in the way Ashwatthama's tried to not grip his hair tighter as he cursed lowly. He could hear the grunts escaping from both their mouths as they lost themselves in the sensation of being together like this. It was intense.
Then Ashwatthama pulled him off his cock and told him to close his eyes. Satoshi did just in time for thick ropes of cum to fall onto his face. He could also feel something warm flowing down his thighs, and he knew it was Shirou's release.
Shivering, Satoshi opened his eyes, feeling the mess he'd made of himself. Ashwatthama wiped Satoshi's face gently with his thumb, his lips curved in a satisfied smirk. Satoshi returned the grin, feeling content for the first time in a long time. He leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, so Ashwatthama could taste himself.
"We should probably clean up," Shirou said after they could breathe normally. He stood up and Satoshi turned around to see him disappear into the bathroom, his heart still racing. He turned to look at Ashwatthama who was leaning against the headboard, looking at him with eyes full of love and desire.
Ashwatthama smiled at him, stroking his cheek gently. "How was it?"
Satoshi smiled back, still breathless. "I wouldn't be opposed to more. Next time."
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