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Chigiri stretched with a yawn as he exited the hotel room's bathroom. He had spent the last two hours holed inside of the area as he meticulously washed his body and dried his hair, ending the routine with his nightly facial cleanse.
The trio had decided to take a small vacation — granted by Ego — before the start of the U20 World Cup. In fact, everyone had been given a five-day grace period of rest before they would continue their intense training.
Otoya had proposed they go to a water park, Karasu however, was against the idea, so they settled on an amusement park instead. Chigiri had been eyeing the new roller coasters that had recently been installed, so he tagged along.
Two beds were situated against the wall, one had Otoya sprawled over it as he scrolled on his phone, the other contained Karasu who was propped on a pillow reading a book. Otoya perked up as he saw Chigiri coming out.
"All done, princess?"
"Thought yer drowin fer a second." Karasu followed up with a teasing smirk.
The red-haired boy rolled his eyes, trying to contain a grin as he sat on the edge of Karasu's soft bed. "And you didn't think to check on me?" he batted his eyelashes with a pout.
Karasu shook his head, "I'm not a perv like Toya." Chigiri snorted as Otoya stuck his tongue out at his spiky-haired friend. The statement was too true to even argue against.
Chigiri stretched his legs, wincing at how his muscles tightened under the simple motion. It had been a while since he worked out the knots that formed due to his running. He ran his fingers over the spots that hurt the most before an idea popped into his head.
He slung his legs over the bed, turning around to face Karasu while simultaneously poking him with his foot.
"Hey crow, you mind taking care of this for me?" he tilted his head with an innocent smile. Karasu looked at him confused for a second, not knowing what he was getting at.
Chigiri noticed his apprehension, "If you wanna use them, take care of them." Karasu grinned as he remembered those words, the first time they had played together on a team, Chigiri had said something similar.
"And I'm guessin ya want me ta keep my eyes on ya as well?" he shot back, reminiscing on the first time they had truly seen each other.
Chigiri was so desperate to be seen as useful in that match, and he sure did prove himself. His speed was something else entirely. The way his crimson hair flowed in the wind from his speed alone was a sight to behold. Pink eyes locked onto Karasu's until the bitter end.
The purple-haired boy moved to rest one of Chigiri's legs over his shoulder, his face painted pink. Karasu patted his leg teasingly before running his hand down the underside of the calf. Chigiri shuddered, covering his face with his arm as Karasu worked into the flesh. The touch wasn't too rough or too gentle, it was a firm press that grounded Chigiri into the mattress.
"Ah-," Chigiri groaned as Karasu worked out a particularly tough knot. The sudden relief felt too good.
Karasu continued this motion, careful not to hit a bruise or knead his fingers too hard. "There, that's it, that's the spot," Chigiri begged as the boy continued to hit that spot over and over again.
The sounds however alerted the third occupant of the room as he turned to look at the pair.
"Am I being cucked? So not cool," Otoya complained as he looked at the two with lazy eyes. They had forgotten he was even there. He tossed aside his phone somewhere onto his respective bed, walking over to presumably join in.
Karasu scoffed, minding the intrusion, "We ain't doin anythin like that." It was a defensive statement. He didn't even like Chigiri like that, even if the sounds escaping him were too cute.
"Sure didn't look like it," Otoya shot back before resting a hand on Chigiri's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll make myself useful," he whispered as he began to work on the area between Chigiri's neck and shoulder, rubbing small circles as the other hummed in approval.
Chigiri started to pet the top of the other's head, "Good boy, Otoya." He leaned into it as Karasu's eyebrow furrowed in annoyance. It wasn't uncommon for the redhead to dish out praises like that to Otoya, it oddly kept him in check at times.
Yet he was the one who got asked to give Chigiri a massage in the first place, why the hell was Otoya getting all the attention now?
Karasu worked his hands further up Chigiri's leg before reaching his inner thigh, where most of the tense muscles were. He pressed a thumb into the soft skin, giving an experimental squeeze to Chigiri's thigh. It was the right move, as the redhead let out a soft squeak.
Chigiri gave him a questioning look as his soft pink lips formed a pout, as if to ask what his plan was.
Otoya noticed the taller mans advances, taking it as a sign to up his own game. He traced Chigiri's collarbone before slipping down the collar of his shirt, kneading the tissue underneath. He felt a small tug on his hair in response.
"You freaks, I wanted to be massaged, not felt up," Chigiri squirmed under the hands that roamed over his body. Karasu's were rough and big as he softly played with the fat of his thighs. Otoya's long, slender fingers traced his skin like a ghost, cold and fleeting.
"Don't think I believe that princess," Karasu shook his head, slinging Chigiri's other leg over his shoulder. Chigiri's entire lower half was being lifted by the man in front of him, the exposed position left him stunned.
Karasu gently cupped the side of the boys face, running his thumb along his jaw before placing a chaste kiss there.
"Karasu…," Chigiri mumbled, shutting his eyes.
"Two can play that game," just as Karasu was about to place another kiss on the man beneath him, Otoya leaned over to capture his lips instead. He was smooth as his tongue traced the bottom of his lips, trying to coax his mouth open. Karasu bit the other's lower lip instead, serving as a warning, even if he didn't mind the kiss he wasn't going to fall for the distraction.
They pulled away with a wink from Otoya and a flustered scowl from Karasu.
Chigiri giggled, clearly amused with their flirting. The other boys exchanged glances, seemingly reading each other's minds. Karasu lowered Chigiri's legs, instead making him straddle him on his lap, Otoya climbed onto the bed himself, the soft fabric bending under their shared weight. He settled himself behind Chigiri, further squishing him between the two.
"What are you two planning?," Chigiri questioned as he felt a tongue trace the back of his neck. Wet saliva trailed his nape as he shuddered. Small kisses were placed on the stretch of skin following the lick, gentle and sweet.
Karasu's hands began to find their way under Chigiri's shirt, squeezing the sides of his waist. He was well built, and stuff to the touch.
"Ugh-shit," Chigiri groaned under the touches. "Thought you weren't a perv, Karasu?" Karasu shrugged, "I wouldn't be if ya didn't like it so much," he chuckled, capturing Chigiri's lips into a kiss.
Chigiri readily granted him entrance as Karasu filled his mouth. He tasted like their dinner from earlier with a hint of Otoya, his tongue hungrily licked the roof of his mouth. Chigiri whined as Otoya made the feeling all the more overwhelming as he sucked on the sensitive part of his neck. Surely leaving a mark in the morning.
"Hah-, guys," Chigiri pleaded as he was torn away from Karasu, only to be immediately taken in by Otoya. He was a lot slower, but still as passionate. A chorus of whimpers echoed in the room as he was shared between the two. Karasu's hands found themselves roaming over Chigiri's chest as Otoya rubbed his hips.
Chigiri tangled his fingers into Karasu's hair, tugging at the spiky purple strands, earning rough grunts. As he promised, Karasu's eyes never left Chigiri, even after he was pulled away from him. Deep blue eyes shimmered with want and a hint of vulnerability.
Otoya's hands dipped under the hem of Chigiri's shorts, threatening to go further. The redhead, however, quickly slapped away the wandering touch. "Don't even try."
Otoya looked back at him with pathetic needy eyes as he retreated his hand. "Aw, poor puppy," Chigiri teased as he kissed the corner of his mouth.
Karasu whistled as Chigiri turned back to him, a mischievous grin on his face.
"Go ahead and strip that shirt off for me," Chigiri cooed at the bigger boy who's mind was now stuttering. "Come on," the red heads voice drawled on as he tugged at the soft fabric that was Karasu's shirt.
Karasu cheeks heated up as he tugged the article of clothing over his head, revealing his bare chest. Chigiri unabashedly boggled him up and down, Otoya doing the same.
Chigiri pressed a hand under the boys left pec, giving it a slight squeeze. "Jesus, I know you work on upper body a lot but this is absurd," he gropes on Karasu like he was some sort of soft stuffed animal.
"Mgh," Karasu groaned at the touch, resting his face in the crook of Chigiri's shoulder. Otoya took this as a sign to start peppering kisses on the boys nose.
Chigiri took this as a sign to start his own attack onto Karasu's exposed neck. He grazed his teeth over a tanned spot before sinking them in, just enough to where he wouldn't bleed.
Karasu jolted, body shaking, "Fu-fuck princess, warn me next time." The feeling was short lived as the ninja gripped a handful of red hair, pulling it.
"Eita-," before Chigiri could finish his sentence he was once again took by the boy behind him. It was rougher, sloppier, and so much hotter than the last kiss.
"Say it again," Otoya departed for a moment.
Chigiri squirmed beneath the two, Karasu's hands were now mindlessly wandering his torso.
"Eita"
"More" Otoya's face was visibly red, his pupils blown wide as drool pooled at the side of his mouth.
Chigiri pressed his lips on the side of the boys face, near his ears, "Eita, kiss me again please." Normally he wouldn't give in this easy but being trapped between two hot guys was really fogging his brain.
Otoya gave into the request, not without some teasing though as he nipped at Chigiri's lip. His tongue overlapped with Chigiri's as they go back and forth.
Trying to ground himself, Chigiri locked his legs behind Karasu's back, pulling him in.
Hot breaths filled the small room. Everything was getting blurry as Karasu began grope his thigh, one of his more sensitive spots.
Every noise that came from the touch only reverberated back into Otoya's mouth, he was relentless.
knock knock
The three boys shakily entangled their limbs as a voice came from behind the wooden door.
"Hello? Chigiri? Is this the right room," the voice was unmistakably Isagi's.
"What is he doing here," Karasu's eye twitched.
Chigiri fumbled with his words, "Shit, I forgot I invited him over. I thought we'd all have a movie night since Bachira was busy."
He shrugged feeling bad for the boy. Isagi was normally attached to Bachira's hip, but today his mom planned a special family outing so he was alone for the day.
Of course he had other friends but Chigiri was the first he had asked, and he didn't foresee being in this situation, especially not today.
"Um, coming, one second!" Chigiri yells as he gets up. He brushes his hair aside, trying to not look busy as he approaches the door. With shaky hands he opens it to find a very smiley Isagi.
The smile didn't last long as he peeked in and saw a shirtless Karasu right across from a tired Otoya, both their faces bright red. He glanced at Chigiri noticing his wrinkled clothes and awkward expression.
"Sorry for interrupting," Isagi looked away from the incriminating scene.
"No, no, no, its not like that," Chigiri half lied, trying to save his ass. It was like that but it wasn't like that.
From behind him a voice chimed in, "princess, come back to bed."
Stupid Otoya making things worse. Isagi muttered an apology as he made a beeline for the elevator.
Chigiri slammed the door, glaring at Otoya. Karasu was right beside him, with that dumb cute grin of his.
How was he ever going to put up with the two.