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Sleep isn't something that came easy to Kiryu. The same can be said for every Yakuza. But his nights have been restless, and ever since he got with Majima and Saejima, he's been unable to sleep alone. It's embarrassing, horribly so. But his boyfriends don't think that, not at all. Ever since he confessed the problem to them, they've made accommodations in their schedules so that at least one of them is with Kiryu. And it worked.
Saejima pressed up against his back, arms wrapped snug around his waist, head resting on top of Kiryu's. Grip tightening, disallowing Kiryu to move away, not that he'd ever want to. Sometimes he'd hum, the vibrations of it making Kiryu melt into Saejima's brickhouse furnace of a body. (That's not to say that Saejima hums as he sleeps, of course. He never picked up the habit until he realized it helped with Kiryu's insomnia.)
Majima pulling him in impossibly close, as if he were trying to fuse their bodies together. Hands roaming all over Kiryu's body, trying to feel every inch of it, savoring the feeling of goosebumps forming along his body. (He can't be the little spoon with Majima, or else he'll toy with Kiryu's pecs and nipples, getting him all hot and bothered just as they're about to sleep.)
And that arrangement was fine. Really, it was fine, perfect even.
So why couldn't he sleep?
Whenever he was with them it took him longer to sleep. He's tried using different positions (One of which he'll never go back to, as it resulted in sex again.) but none have worked. He loved their comfort, yes, but he felt like suddenly it wasn't enough. Which only made him feel horribly selfish--he should be lucky they even want to share a bed with him. But whenever he's with just one of them he gets this cold, empty feeling on the side of him that they're not on. Like he's an incomplete puzzle piece. But he could never voice this to them. Much to his dismay, they've caught on.
"You alright Kiryu? You're fidgety."
Kiryu readjusted himself in Saejima's hold, nuzzling his head into the pillow. "I'm fine, don't worry."
"You sure?" He asked again, "You've been like this the last two times we slept together. Majima noticed it as well."
"I'm fine, I promise. It's just..." Saejima raised a brow at him, even though Kiryu couldn't see it. "This whole arrangement... I like it, but, well... It feels weird now if I'm not, uh, sleeping with both of you."
Saejima paused before smiling and burying his nose in Kiryu's hair. "If it's loneliness you're feelin' I'm sure we can arrange something."
And so they did. Kiryu had been surprised when both Saejima and Majima were in his bedroom waiting for him.
"Finally, there ya are!" Majima grinned, "Now get yer ass in bed."
Kiryu stared, unknowingly hesitant as he walked over to them, stripping himself of his usual suit. Majima wolf-whistled, of course he did, so Saejima elbowed him in the side for it. That doesn't mean he himself wasn't staring though. Kiryu, once in his boxers, crawled on the bed and situated himself between the two waiting men. The minute he laid on his side they attacked. Saejima pulled him close to his back, like usual. And Majima attached himself to Kiryu's front; a bug in a flytrap.
Kiryu crumbled in seconds.
His body immediately sagged and he melted into their intoxicating warmth with a deep, content sigh. The minute one of Saejima's hands moved up to his hair, he passed out.
"Hah! Can you believe that's all it took?" Majima snorted. Saejima dragged his fingers through Kiryu's hair, when he pressed them down, massaging Kiryu's scalp, Kiryu let out a loud moan at the touch and snuggled closer into it in his sleep.
It took Majima everything to not laugh at the absolutely adorable noises Kiryu was emitting unconsciously. It was so nice to hear him so relaxed, and it was even better to know that only they were able to get him like this.
"God, I love him."
"Yeah, me too."