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“Maybe you just need to get laid,” Shuuhei mused, taking a sip of his sake.
Renji groaned, draining what was left in his cup before setting it down for the other man to refill. He lifted it back up with a nod of thanks, sipping the next cup more slowly, “You’re probably right about that. But considering my problem is that Kuchiki-taicho is working me to the bone, I don’t see how that’s actually going to fix anything.”
“Maybe he just needs to get laid…” Shuuhei mumbled, then his face brightened and he exclaimed, “Hey, I know -”
“Don’t start with that again,” Izuru cut him off, setting a plate of senbei down on the table and settling between the two men on a zabuton. He lightly elbowed his friend when Shuuhei opened his mouth again, saying teasingly, “Maybe you’re the one that needs it, Shu.”
Renji reached over to pour for Izuru, sliding him the full cup and noting, “You are always going on about how attractive my taicho is. And your own, come to think of it.”
“Look,” Shuuhei tried to defend himself, “All I’m saying is you both work too much. You both need a good fuck. It’s an easy solution.”
“I am not fucking my taicho, Shu. I think he’d shred me with Senbonzakura for even thinking about it.” Renji shuddered at the thought. Just having this conversation was making him nervous enough. He picked up one of the rice crackers and started munching on it to distract himself.
“I’m so thankful that I got the sane taicho, this time around,” Izuru muttered to himself. “Rose is so easy to work with.” He pushed a stray strand of blonde hair out of his face, glancing between his still-bickering friends with amused blue eyes. “You’re both being ridiculous, you know that right? It’s not like either of you would have any issues finding someone willing to go home with you on any given night.”
Renji chuckled, shaking his head, “I barely have time to sit here and drink with you two, let alone go out to a bar or - or something like that.”
“It’s the same for me,” Shuuhei agreed, “Lately it’s either work or sleep and there’s no room for anything else. The only reason our drinking nights are safe is because I’ve had them blocked off from work since before Kensei came back to the Gotei.” He looked over at the other two men with a half smile, not bothering to add that he’d also bribed Mashiro into working if their taicho needed any help on Friday nights. That was between him and the other fukutaicho. It involved quite a lot of candy.
Izuru smiled at both of them, “As much as I love getting to see you two idiots every week, I’ll forgive you if you want to cancel every now and then.”
“No!” Shuuhei protested, at the same time that Renji put in, “Absolutely not.”
With a grin, Izuru finished his drink and set the cup back down with an expectant look at Shuuhei. The other man hurried to pour for him, but he spilled a bit when Izuru pointed out, “You could always just sleep with each other.”
Renji and Shuuhei looked at each other and burst out laughing. The redhead ended up propping his elbow on the table and leaning his head on his fist as he tried to control his laughter, while Shuuhei gave in entirely, doubling over while he shook and continued to chuckle. Izuru noted with amusement that their reactions both looked entirely genuine. And absolutely were not. He hadn’t missed the flash of desire in two sets of dark eyes before they had turned away from each other. Shaking his head, Izuru said dryly, “I guess that’s a no.”
“Sleep with one of my best friends?” Renji asked incredulously, once he could speak clearly again, “That would be way too weird.”
“Agreed,” Shuuhei added unconvincingly, “Really weird.”
Izuru raised an eyebrow at them, “Hm, would it be? I wouldn’t have an issue sleeping with my friends.”
Both men turned to stare at him, twin looks of confusion on their faces. Renji was the first to recover enough to speak, “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Yeah, what are you saying, Izuru?” Shuuhei frowned at him, running a hand through his spiky black hair.
“I swear, you two are the densest…” Izuru trailed off and fixed his gaze on Shuuhei, meeting dark gray eyes squarely. “Stay right there,” he ordered, not wanting him to leave before he did what he was planning first. Before the man could think to question it, Izuru turned away to look at Renji. Cursing how much taller the other man was, he leaned across the distance between them, fisted his hand in the front of Renji’s shihakusho, and pulled him down to his own level to take his lips in a kiss.
Renji froze in shock when Izuru’s lips pressed against his, but he recovered quickly, leaning into the kiss and parting his lips in invitation for the other man. Izuru took it, his tongue delving into Renji’s mouth drawing a soft groan from him. Moments later he pulled away entirely, leaving Renji confused and more than a bit turned on. He subconsciously leaned forward a bit to follow Izuru’s lips before he caught what he was doing and stopped himself. That got him a smirk he’d never seen on his friend’s face before and then Izuru was turning away from him to face a shell-shocked Shuuhei.
“You stayed,” he commented lowly. Shuuhei nodded, still looking entirely thrown off by the entire situation. “Good boy,” Izuru murmured and had the immediate pleasure of watching Shuuhei’s pupils dilate at the praise. With a grin, he leaned forward and pulled his other friend into a kiss.
Shuuhei was completely not expecting the easy air of command from his quiet friend, but fuck if it wasn’t the hottest thing. His lips parted instantly under Izuru’s, yielding to whatever the other man wanted. He couldn’t hold back a soft whimper as Izuru explored his mouth, tongue flicking teasingly over his own. The other man pulled away far too soon, cupping Shuuhei’s cheek with one hand to keep him from following.
“Was that clear enough for you?” Izuru asked, glancing between the two men and getting two mirrored nods. “Good.” He was done being coy about this. “You want each other. I want both of you. So I guess the only question left is, do you want me?”
“Yes,” came the instant, somewhat strained response from both Shuuhei and Renji.
He stood and offered them each a hand up, leading his two friends over to Shuuhei’s futon on the other side of the room. His heated blue eyes ran over each man but he asked Shuuhei quietly, “Do you trust me?”
Shuuhei was watching him with wide gray eyes and he nodded immediately, saying softly, “Yes, Izuru. Always.”
Izuru kissed his cheek, pulling away to fix Renji in his stare next, “Do you?”
“Of course I do.”
“Good.” Izuru let his eyes wander over Renji’s entirely too clothed form and ordered calmly, “Remove your shihakusho, Renji.”
Renji grinned at him but made no movement to follow the direction. Izuru was attractive and he certainly wanted him, but that didn’t mean he was just going to follow his instructions like Shuuhei seemed to be willing to do. If the smaller man wanted to be in charge, he was going to have to earn it.
The reaction - or lack of - wasn’t exactly a surprise. Izuru hadn’t expected Renji to be quite as docile as Shuuhei. Although he hadn’t expected Shu to be quite so submissive either. He had all but melted against his lips when he’d kissed him. The man’s bankai literally wrapped him in chains though - perhaps he shouldn’t be so shocked. With a soft sigh, but quite a bit of hidden amusement, Izuru looked up into the much taller man’s eyes, “Is that how it’s going to be then?”
Renji’s grin only grew, “I’d rather you undressed me than having to do it myself.”
“That’s a shame,” Izuru told him mildly, “I suppose I can enjoy having Shu to myself though.” He turned to step towards their friend instead and Renji reached out to grab his arm to stop him. Izuru spun around, yanking his arm free with a quiet growl. “What?”
Renji’s eyes widened at hearing quiet, reserved Izuru actually growl at him. Without even thinking about it, he started tugging his shitagi and kosode free of his hakama, pulling the garments off of himself and tossing them to the floor. His eyes on Izuru’s face, he reached down to untie the obi holding up his hakama and ease them off of his hips, entirely bare beneath them. The fabric pooled around his feet and Renji stepped out of it, toeing off his tabi in the process. He smirked at the hungry look that flashed across Izuru’s face for a moment before he schooled it calm again.
It wasn’t as if Izuru had never seen Renji naked before - six decades of friendship didn’t leave much left he hadn’t seen of either man - but he’d never seen him like this. The stark black lines that covered much of his muscled body drew Izuru’s eyes to trace over them and he just barely restrained himself from reaching out to trace them with his fingers. There was no way he was giving Renji the satisfaction of seeing how badly he wanted him just yet. The rather desperate whine from behind him made it clear that Shuuhei had no such hold up. He reached a hand back to him without looking away from Renji.
Shuuhei couldn’t help the whine that slipped out of him at seeing Renji like this. He took Izuru’s offered hand like the lifeline it was, letting the smaller man pull him forwards and immediately melting against his side when he put an arm around him. Blue eyes turned to focus on him when he let out another soft whine and Shuuhei blushed at his own lack of restraint, quickly looking away.
Izuru found Shuuhei’s unexpected submissiveness incredibly endearing, and the fact that the taller man didn’t seem to doubt his dominance for a second could only possibly be attractive to him. He tilted Shuuhei’s chin back towards him when the other man looked away, forcing dark gray eyes to meet his own light blue. “You’re alright, Shu,” he told him quietly, “You can touch him now, I’m sure Renji won’t mind.”
Renji grinned at his two friends, heated dark brown eyes running over them both and said quietly, “Come here, Shu. Let me undress you.” Shuhei hesitated, glancing at Izuru - who nodded at him - before moving to stand in front of Renji. His gray eyes were full of desire as he stared in appreciation at Renji’s body.
Closing the distance between them, Renji pulled Shuuhei into his arms and kissed him soundly. The other man almost instantly relaxed against his chest, lips parting to allow Renji access to his mouth. Renji groaned into his lips, mapping out Shuuhei’s mouth and wondering why he had waited this long to kiss his gorgeous friend. He felt almost perfect against him, the only mar being the fact that Shuuhei was still fully clothed. Renji quickly started to remedy that.
He untucked the other man’s shitagi and kosode, only breaking from his lips for long enough to pull the clothing off before claiming Shuuhei’s mouth again. He blindly undid his obi and continued to undress the other man. When he finally had Shuuhei completely undressed, he held the other tightly against him, relishing in the feel of his warm, bare skin against his own. Renji felt hands on his back as Izuru came to press himself against him as well, his fingers tracing over his tattoos.
Izuru fixed his mouth on Renji’s shoulder, sucking lightly on the skin beneath his lips as his fingers continued their exploration of the black lines along Renji’s lower back. The other man pressed back into him slightly, drawing a groan out of Izuru. “Renji,” he called softly, attempting to get his attention. “Stop kissing Shu for a minute so I can see you both.” He really didn’t expect the other man was going to listen and was thus entirely unsurprised when Renji continued to kiss their friend like his life depended on it. He reached up to thread his fingers into long, red hair and tugged gently on it, breaking Renji away from Shuuhei’s mouth.
Renji had been keen on ignoring Izuru but the feeling of fingers pulling in his hair quickly distracted him and he groaned softly at the sensation. Without fully letting go of Shuuhei, he turned and wrapped one arm around Izuru, pulling the smaller man in between the two of them.
Shuuhei immediately huddled against the other man, his lips finding Izuru’s neck. He sucked and licked down the skin, groaning against his neck as he tried to resist the urge to pull at the man’s clothes as well, although he desperately wanted to feel him. His hands fisted in the fabric over Izuru’s shoulders to keep them from wandering.
“You can undress me,” Izuru murmured, adding more decisively, “I want you to undress me. Both of you.” Two pairs of hands quickly moved to comply with the demand. Clearly Renji was capable of following instructions just fine when he was properly motivated. His shihakusho pieces were removed in a hurry, clothing scattered haphazardly on the floor in their rush to get it off of him. Being pressed between their bodies was heaven.
Renji lowered his head to cover Izuru’s mouth with his, kissing him roughly and more than a bit insistently, his tongue swiping over the other’s bottom lip to demand entrance. That action earned him another spine-tingling growl and Izuru’s hands returned to his hair, yanking rather harshly this time, which produced a long, low moan that Renji was powerless to stop. He whimpered as pain-tinged pleasure flooded through him and Izuru let up, starting to massage his scalp instead. He melted into his touch.
Feeling Renji surrender to him at last was a heady feeling. He pressed back against the other man’s lips and was pleased when he immediately yielded, opening his mouth to allow him access and only relaxing further when Izuru began to map out every inch of it, humming contentedly. Shuuhei was draped over his back, pressing as much of his body against Izuru’s own as he could. Izuru dropped one of his hands from Renji’s hair to run over every bit of Shuuhei he could reach at this angle, loving the feeling of having them both so close. Still, he wasn’t going to be able to support both of them like this for very long, so he reluctantly pulled away from Renji’s lips to say firmly, “Futon. Now.” He kept one hand on each of them as he moved to sit down, the two men settling on either side of him.
Leaning back enough to be able to look both Shuuhei and Renji in their slightly unfocused eyes, he explained, “I’m going to continue to give you both instructions. I know you trust me to take care of you, but if at any point you aren’t comfortable doing as I ask, just tell me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Izuru,” they chorused and he gave each of them a soft smile in turn.
“Very good, both of you.” They might not have been together before, but they’d had plenty of very frank conversations about sex with each other over the years - enough for him to be fairly confident about what both of them would like. “Shuuhei, lube?”
The man pointed at the nightstand and Izuru retrieved a bottle from it before leaning over to kiss Shuuhei sweetly, whispering against his lips, “I want to feel that sweet mouth of yours.”
“I’m going to lie down and Shuuhei will use his mouth on me.” Izuru looked into glassy gray eyes with a smile, instructing, “Just keep me warm, Shu. You’ll stay on your hands and knees while you do, so that Renji can prepare you.” He turned his focus to equally glassy dark brown eyes, tossing him the lube, “You will prepare Shuuhei and you may tease him as much as you want, but you will not make him come until you take him. Shuuhei may tell you to move on at any point if he feels like it is getting too difficult to hold back. Is that clear?”
After both gave their assent, he continued, “You may direct Shuuhei as you wish while you take him, Renji. I will only intercede if I feel it is necessary.” He knew that the switch would likely be more than capable of handling their submissive friend, but he wanted to make the stipulation clear to everyone. Izuru lowered himself the rest of the way onto the futon and tucked a pillow under his head, smiling up at them invitingly. “Come here, Shu. Renji, you may begin as soon as he is settled.”
Shuuhei moved to crawl over Izuru, pressing a kiss to the hollow of his throat before working his lips down the other man’s chest and abs. He didn’t hesitate to lower his head and roll his tongue over the tip of Izuru’s half hard cock as soon as he reached it, moaning softly as he licked a bead of precum off of him. “You taste... amazing,” he murmured against Izuru’s skin before parting his lips and taking the shaft into his mouth eagerly. Shuuhei relished in the soft noise of pleasure that drew from the other man and the way that the cock in his mouth quickly hardened under his expert attention.
Renji settled behind Shuuhei, running his fingers over the man’s hip, but he looked to Izuru before beginning. After getting a nod, Renji picked up the lube, proceeding to coat several fingers with it. He shifted to lean over Shuuhei’s back, trailing kisses down his spine as he gently started preparing him. The other man’s body was hot and tight around his finger and Renji let out an unconscious moan as he thought about how fantastic it would feel around him. He continued to press open-mouthed kisses over every inch of Shuuhei that he could reach.
Shuuhei felt like he was floating between the two men, effortlessly falling deeper into subspace with Izuru’s soft dominance and Renji’s gentle actions. He moaned around Izuru’s cock as Renji’s actions moved from lightly stretching to teasing, his fingers curling inside of him to brush against his prostate. Being entirely submitted to Izuru was the only thing that kept him from arching up into Renji’s hands, but a soft, muffled whine escaped him.
Izuru reached up to thread the fingers of one hand through Shuuhei’s spiky black hair and stroked over his shoulders soothingly with the other. “You’re doing so well for us, Shu,” he murmured reassuringly, “That’s it. I - ngh -” His words cut off with a low groan as Shuuhei took him further into his mouth and swallowed around his length. “So good…” he managed at last.
Shuuhei leaned into Izuru’s touch a bit. His tongue was running along the underside of the other man’s cock, relishing every soft sound he was able to draw from him. Renji’s movements had shifted to full-on teasing but being filled like this by the two of them had Shuuhei sunk so far into subspace that he truly couldn’t get too desperate, even as Renji’s fingers sent him to new heights of pleasure. He was letting out near continuous moans and whimpers, all muffled against Izuru’s skin as he took him in all the way, his lips now flush with the other’s body.
Izuru moaned and tightened his hand in Shuuhei’s hair as the man sunk onto him fully, burying his cock completely down the other’s throat. He couldn’t stop the sounds exiting his mouth as Shuuhei expertly held him there and swallowed repeatedly around him. The overwhelming amount of sensation quickly pulled him to the edge. Izuru let out a desperate whine and ordered through short, harsh breaths, “Shu - need you - to back off - now. Gonna come - if you keep it up.”
Shuuhei let up immediately, truly not having realized how desperate he had been making Izuru. He had just been focused on wringing every bit of pleasure from the other man as he could, urged on by sensual noises slipping from his lips, clearly locking onto the first part of the dominant’s order and not the second. Apologetic gray eyes looked up to meet focused blue and he nuzzled his nose against Izuru’s thigh without releasing him.
Izuru looked down at Shuuhei worriedly and cupped his cheek, tracing his thumb over it. “You’re alright, Shu. You’re doing so well for me. You feel incredible - I can’t hold back much longer like that is all.” He smiled reassuringly, running a gentle hand through Shuuhei’s hair. When he was satisfied that the submissive was really alright, he turned curious eyes to Renji. “Is he ready for you?”
When Renji had removed his fingers and nodded, Izuru said quietly, “Come here Shu. I don’t think I can last through watching the two of you together if your amazing mouth is still on me too. Let me kiss you instead.”
Shuuhei crawled up his body eagerly, bracing his knees on either side of Izuru’s hips and bracketing his arms beside his head before leaning down to press a soft kiss to the dominant’s lips.
Izuru hummed happily and kissed Shuuhei back just as gently, but pulled back after a moment and focused his attention on the man behind him. He smiled into Renji’s now clear, dark eyes. Evidently having a task to focus on had balanced the switch out quite a bit, but that was fine. He didn’t think he would have to deal with any more bratty behavior when they all wanted this just as badly. “Go ahead, Renji. You can have our sweet Shu now.”
Renji grinned at the words. He had lubed himself while they changed positions and he didn’t want to wait a second longer, wrapping an arm around Shuuhei’s waist to steady him as he breached his body with a low groan. “Fuck Shu,” he groaned again, leaning his forehead against the other man’s back. “You feel incredible.” He waited for the other man to adjust, needing the break himself to recover from the overwhelming feelings washing over him. When he moved again, Renji forced himself to slow his actions, sinking inch by inch into the other’s tight heat.
Shuuhei’s own moans were lost in Izuru’s mouth - the other having immediately returned to kissing him once he had finished speaking to Renji. If he had been able to speak, he would have told Renji that he felt just as fantastic inside of him. But his mouth was far too occupied and his mind far too blank to be capable of speech. Only Izuru’s directions were keeping Shuuhei from collapsing against him entirely, although his chest had sagged against the other man’s already.
When Renji had fully seated himself inside of Shuuhei, he bit back a loud moan as Shuuhei seemingly involuntarily rolled his hips against him. With panting breaths, he leaned against his back again and paused to let them both adjust, having to grip Shuuhei’s hips to hold him in place. “Gonna - move now,” Renji told him between pants, “You can - move back on me - if you want.” He didn’t wait for acknowledgement, knowing Shuuhei was already too far gone for that. Instead, he started a series of long, deep thrusts into Shuuhei’s perfect body, no longer trying to hold back any of his reactions from the two men beneath him.
Feeling Shuuhei begin trembling above him, Izuru slowly pulled away from his rather addictive mouth to say - loud enough for both men to hear, “Relax against me, Shu.” He put one arm around him to guide the lost submissive down to lay on his chest, not at all bothered by the additional weight. Wabisuke routinely tried to crush the life out of him during training - compared to that, Shuuhei’s body weight hardly registered.
His hot skin certainly did though, as did the thick, hard length now pressed against his own. Izuru stifled a moan and told Shuuhei, “You may move against me if you need to.” Renji’s movements were already rocking the other man against him with what was soon to be a maddening amount of friction, so he doubted that would actually be necessary. He returned to gently claiming Shuuhei’s mouth, the action more grounding than arousing for him, as it tethered his focus fully to the other man’s pleasure.
Renji found himself drawn to the edge more quickly than he really would have liked, but Shuuhei felt too good to slow himself down enough to draw things out. Not to mention that the sight of both men beneath him - regardless of whether he was in control of them or not - was one of the most arousing things he’d ever seen. He was struggling to force his tongue to cooperate with him, but he gasped out, “I’m close, Shu - feels so good.” A few thrusts later, his hips stuttered and he barely managed to order, “Come for me,” before he was releasing into the perfect, tight body beneath him.
The heat of Renji’s release flooding through him was all it took to have Shuuhei joining him, arching up into his body as he came harder than he probably ever had. Izuru pulled away from his mouth to let him breathe easier but all the action resulted in was letting his unfettered moans echo through his quarters. Had he had any sense of himself at that point, he might have been self conscious of the fact that anyone outside - or say, in the captain’s quarters next door - would have heard him. But he was far too gone for that.
Shuuhei’s body spasming around him drew out Renji’s orgasm for far longer than he would have thought possible. When he finally started to come down, it was all he could do to keep his legs from giving out under him. Beneath him, Shuuhei was a boneless heap on top of Izuru and he wasn’t even sure if the other man noticed as he slipped out of him and collapsed onto the futon beside them both.
When he could breathe at least somewhat normally again, Renji wrapped an arm around Shuuhei and leaned over to kiss his neck, wanting to feel him against him. “I’m going to shift you over to lay with me, but I won’t pull you away from Izuru, alright?” He waited until he got a barely perceptible nod from the other man before rolling him over to rest against his own chest, most of Shuuhei’s body still pressed against their dominant.
The submissive curled against him immediately, burying his face against Renji’s neck with a content hum. Renji ran his fingers through Shuuhei’s soft spikes of raven hair, tilting his head down to kiss his temple before nuzzling into his hair. A few minutes later, he looked up and his eyes found Izuru’s own bright blue ones. Renji gave him a slightly embarrassed smile, “Sorry for stealing him back from you.”
Izuru laughed, rolling over to press himself more firmly against Shuuhei’s back. “It’s alright. I understand. Besides, I’m not through with either of you yet.”
“Oh?” Renji asked, only somewhat surprised. He was more than willing to continue.
“Unless you’re too tired?” Izuru asked with amusement. He found the bottle of lube half-buried in the sheets and flipped the cap open, squeezing some out onto his fingers without looking away from Renji. “Shu, I’m not going anywhere,” he said softly, “I’m just going to shift a bit so I can prepare myself to be able to play with Renji, alright?”
One gray eye popped open to stare at him, widening as Shuuhei took in what the dominant was planning. “Yes, ‘Zuru,” he murmured, surfacing a bit now that things had calmed. He shivered slightly in anticipation at the thought of watching his friends together.
Settling into a more comfortable position, Izuru set to preparing himself to take Renji. He was quite comfortable using his fingers this way on himself, so it was much quicker than it would have been had he asked one of the others to do it for him. Which was good, considering how almost painfully aroused he had been getting after having the other two men over him and Shuuhei’s gorgeous body grinding against his own. He really didn’t think he would have been able to wait through anyone else doing this.
Renji watched alongside Shuuhei as Izuru made himself ready for him, quickly growing hard again between the sight and the anticipation of getting to be inside him soon. He realized he was gripping Shuuhei a good deal tighter than he had really intended in an attempt to redirect some of the tension in his body. He consciously relaxed his grip, tilting the other man’s face up towards his instead to provide a different distraction. With a soft smile, Renji closed the distance between their lips, groaning a little when Shuuhei instantly yielded to him.
Shuuhei would be more than happy to spend all day just kissing either of these men, he had quickly realized. He relished the feeling of Renji languidly mapping out his mouth, the actions soft and unhurried despite the other man’s obviously growing arousal. Shuuhei felt himself slipping a little bit further into a moderate subspace with every gentle movement of Renji’s tongue against his own. He moaned softly against the other’s lips, one arm wrapping around Renji’s neck as the other was trapped between them.
“Renji.” Izuru’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. He truly didn’t mind if the other man wanted to continue kissing Shuuhei for a while yet - even as aroused as he was, the sight of the two men together was far too alluring to pass up.
Renji gently backed away from Shuuhei’s mouth when he heard Izuru call his name, sitting up a bit and nuzzling his cheek against the other man’s before looking over to the dominant.
Izuru’s normal calm was somewhat undermined by his flushed cheeks and lust-darkened eyes, but his voice was as steady as ever when he spoke. “I’m ready for you.” He took in the two men both watching him with rapt attention and gave them a heated grin. “Renji, lay back against the futon. Shu, you may lay against him and touch him however you like, as long as you are not blocking me.”
With wide eyes, Renji realized that Izuru didn’t just plan on letting him take him - he planned on riding him. He hurried to lie back against the pillows, all too eager to have the smaller man sinking down onto him. Shuuhei settled against his side, tucking his face against Renji’s neck with a soft sigh. Renji pressed a kiss to his hair while he still had the frame of mind to do so, knowing he was going to be too far gone pretty soon to do much but lie back and let Izuru do whatever he wanted. Just the thought sent a bolt of arousal shooting up his spine, and he shivered.
Izuru moved beside them and then shifted over to straddle Renji’s lap, his heated gaze fixed on the other man’s face. He wrapped a lube-slicked palm around Renji’s cock and pumped him a few times, thoroughly coating his length. As he positioned the tip against his entrance and started to sink down onto his shaft, Renji’s eyes abruptly glassed over and he let out a soft whine. Izuru immediately froze, “What’s wrong?”
“‘Zuru I…” he blushed lightly, not used to feeling so out of his own control this quickly. “I think… I think I need you to direct us both,” Renji admitted quietly.
Heated blue eyes softened and he said quietly, “Good, Renji. Thank you for telling me.” Izuru smiled at the other man, reaching his clean hand down to run through Renji’s silky red hair. While he was surprised that this was such a strong subspace trigger, it made sense now that he thought it through. The much larger man likely wasn’t used to having anyone over him like this. Softly, he assured him, “I’ll take care of you both. You can let go now.”
Renji relaxed with Izuru’s words and stopped fighting the rapid slide into subspace, letting the feelings wash over him with a sigh of relief. The newfound peace didn’t stop Renji from letting out a soft curse and a long moan as the small dominant resumed lowering himself down onto his cock at an excruciatingly slow pace. Izuru’s tight little body was heaven to him and the rapidly deepening haze in his mind made it nigh on impossible for Renji to restrain any of the noises spilling from his lips.
By the time Renji had bottomed out inside him, the man was a quivering mess between Izuru’s thighs. He noted with amusement that Shuuhei wasn’t even teasing him, too busy watching them with wide gray eyes to pay any attention to what he had permission to do. Izuru ran a hand down Renji’s chest, fingers skating lightly over the tattoos there. He rolled his hips a bit experimentally and took great pleasure in watching Renji’s eyes dilate impossibly more as he let out another low moan. “Gorgeous,” Izuru breathed, walking his fingertips back up so that he could cup Renji’s cheek. “I love seeing you like this.”
Renji felt amazing inside him and Izuru didn’t feel any need to hold back from telling him so, groaning deeply as he started to move on the thick cock buried within him. “Renji, you’re - hng - you’re - so fucking big - ”
“Yes,” Renji gasped, pressing up into him as much as Izuru allowed. He was only able to get out the one word, mind already rapidly overloading with pleasure. He couldn’t think of anything sexier than the mild mannered man talking dirty to him and the words just kept coming.
Heated blue eyes locked on Renji’s hazy dark brown and he asked huskily, “Do you like having me ride you? Does it feel good to bury that massive cock of yours in my tight ass?” He would normally feel self conscious about the words but everything felt too good to think that much, and every word of it was true anyway.
His back arched as he tilted his hips so that the shaft was pressing firmly against his prostate with every movement. Izuru picked up the pace, digging his fingers into the other’s shoulders to hold on as he fucked himself roughly on Renji’s length. “When I make myself come on your perfect cock, I want to feel you fill me.”
Renji was well beyond words, although a constant stream of sounds was pouring from his lips as the smaller man all but impaled himself on him. He had Shuuhei’s upper body pinned tightly against his side and the other man had recovered enough that he was occupying himself running his tongue and teeth over Renji’s throat, with one hand threaded into his hair. Between the two of them, Renji was an incoherent mess. He was hardly even with it enough to want anything, not sure if he’d ever been sunk this far into submission by relatively little.
Izuru felt the heat and tension within him getting close to the breaking point and sunk his nails into Renji’s shoulders as he desperately tried to hold on just a little while longer. Body taut as a whip, he finally couldn’t take it a moment longer and let himself go with a harsh groan. Izuru’s body tightened around Renji like a vice and his voice was strangled as he ordered, “Come.”
Renji’s body obeyed before his mind even registered the command. He arched up into Izuru with a ragged cry, releasing into his dominant’s still spasming body as the other continued for a few overwhelming moments and Renji’s entire body was rigid with tension for a brief time before he collapsed entirely.
Shuuhei let up on his teasing of Renji’s neck and switched to running his hands down the other man’s body instead, trying for soothing although his own body was quivering with need. He pressed his face to Renji’s muscled chest with a barely audible whine, honestly trying his best not to disturb the two men who were still recovering. He was still feeling somewhat out of it, mind pleasantly foggy but not enough to distract from the growing tension in his body. Another soft whine and he felt Izuru’s hand petting over his side.
Izuru was still recovering - one hand braced against Renji’s chest as he caught his breath - but his mind locked onto Shuuhei’s quiet, needy noise and blue eyes flashed to his face. “Just breathe for me, Shu,” he commanded softly, “I’ll take care of you.” Not wanting to pull him away from Renji at all, Izuru lowered himself on the switch’s other side, whimpering slightly as Renji slipped from his body. He settled with one leg still draped over him and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Prop yourself up on the pillows a bit, Renji,” he directed, “I’m going to let Shu lay on you while I relieve him. Is that alright?”
Renji tried to concentrate on Izuru’s words rather than just his voice, nodding slowly as they registered. “Yes… I want to hold Shu…” he murmured softly.
Izuru kissed him softly on the lips, “Good, Renji.” He ran his hand through the man’s crimson hair for a moment before turning his focus to Shuuhei. “Come lay against Renji’s chest, Shu.” The submissive shifted to settle between Renji’s legs, pressing his back to the other man’s chest. When he stilled, Izuru leaned over to kiss him as well, whispering, “Good boy,” against his lips.
Shuuhei felt so comfortable between the two of them as Izuru moved to cover his body with his own, nuzzling into his neck. He made a soft noise in the back of his throat as the dominant lay over him, which quickly turned into a whimper when he felt Izuru’s half hard length pressing against him. “‘Zuru please,” he whispered, “I want to… feel you....”
The other man kissed his neck, working a hand between them to wrap around his achingly hard length and Shuuhei whined, bucking into his fist immediately. It felt too good and not enough, and he arched up into Izuru’s body with another soft whine. “Please - more - need to feel you,” he drew a deep breath and tried to get his point across, “Want to… feel you like Ren… need you in me… please…”
Izuru had a brief moment of doubting that he could possibly compare to Renji, but he quickly pushed that aside. He couldn’t possibly deny Shuuhei what he wanted right now, and not just because he wanted the same thing. Glazed gray eyes stared up at him hopefully and Izuru muffled Shuuhei’s next desperate whimper with his lips as he blindly groped among the sheets for the bottle of lube. He found Renji’s hand instead and chuckled softly when the still submissive switch immediately took his hand and laced their fingers together. Clearly he was going to be doing this one-handed.
He was forced to pull away from Shuuhei’s mouth, because he at least needed to be able to see to find the bottle. Locating it, he steeled himself for the brief unpleasantness as he flipped open the cap and squeezed the cold lube directly onto his cock. He quickly tossed the bottle aside and brought his hand down to stroke himself, bringing himself quickly back to full hardness and warming the chilly lubricant on his skin. As soon as he was ready, Izuru didn’t waste a second longer before pushing completely into Shuuhei’s willing body.
Shuuhei gasped as Izuru took him in one smooth thrust. His body was more than ready for him, already worked open and slicked by Renji’s release, and he groaned in anticipation, knowing he would get to be filled, be claimed by both gorgeous men today. His hands found Izuru’s hips and he gripped them lightly just to have another point of contact as the other man began slowly thrusting. He didn’t care that they felt different, because this was Izuru inside of him and he was incredible.
Shuuhei was intoxicating to Izuru, opening easily around him after his body had already been thoroughly used by Renji. He groaned heavily as he thought about that fact. “You feel amazing - fantastic, Shu,” he gasped against his skin. “You’re so ready for me after Renji fucked you so damn well earlier - think I’ll have him do that again next time - love feeling you both on me - want to have you every possible way -”
Renji’s eyes widened at everything Izuru was saying and he was quickly beginning to regret not having both of these incredibly sexy men in his bed for the past sixty years. Though from the sound of it, Izuru was more than willing to make up for lost time. His grip on the dominant’s hand tightened. Shuuhei’s body was grinding against his with each of Izuru’s smooth thrusts. His mind wasn’t sure whether he could come again in such a short amount of time but the rest of him clearly thought otherwise and Renji let out a low groan as Izuru started to increase his pace.
Shuuhei could hardly believe that Izuru was saying such things, but the dominant man’s low voice was whispering the filthy words against his skin, so it was rather difficult to mistake. He keened softly, arching into Izuru’s body. The smaller man guided his legs around his waist and he tightened them there, canting his hips so that every thrust was soon slamming into his prostate and sending near blinding waves of pleasure through him. He did his best to match Izuru’s motions but that was quickly becoming impossible and he had to settle for just holding on as the other picked up speed.
“You feel - so fucking good - so goddamn hot - Shu -” the name turned into a moan in his mouth and Izuru was only dimly aware that no one - not even Gin - had ever made him talk like this before. His blue eyes looked down at Shuuhei’s entirely wrecked expression and then flicked to Renji, who was no better. He couldn’t find it in himself to be embarrassed when this was the reaction he got. He didn’t think Renji was going to be able to last through this any more than they were, commanding in a level tone, “Come when you need to, Renji. I know you can’t hold yourself back much longer with Shuuhei’s gorgeous body against you like that.”
Heat was building within him, racing over his skin and threatening to overwhelm Izuru any moment. He let out a ragged moan and thrust roughly into Shuuhei until it was all too much and he was shaking with restrained need. “Come with me, Shu - come on my cock,” he ordered. The tension within him snapped and Izuru came with a long, low groan as ecstasy coursed through him.
Shuuhei felt liquid heat flood him as Izuru released and then Renji was coming against him as well, groaning softly in his ear, and Shuuhei let go with something close to a scream, shaking uncontrollably for a long moment as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. His vision fully whited out and he stared blankly up at Izuru even while he couldn’t see him. Several long minutes passed before his body started to calm and his vision returned to somewhat normal, although his eyes were still so unfocused it was impossible to fix the dominant in his gaze.
Izuru continued fucking Shuuhei through his aftershocks, transfixed by the man’s glassy stare and the seemingly unconscious noises that continued to pour from his lips. He was fairly certain Shuuhei wouldn’t be able to really see him like this, so even once he slowed and then stopped, he kept himself close to the submissive, lowering down to rest on his chest without even slipping out of him. He was panting hard, thoroughly spent himself, but he cuddled tight against both men beneath him.
They lay in a tangled heap while they all slowly came back to themselves, the only sound in the room being their slowly calming breaths. When he felt like he could move again without collapsing, Izuru shifted up enough that he could see both men. “We should get cleaned up,” he told them softly. “Can you both stand for me? I won’t let go of you, I promise, but I’m not strong enough to carry either one of you,” he finished, a bit regretfully.
He wasn’t short per say, but Shuuhei was tall and Renji even more so, and both of them were also broader and more heavily muscled than he was. It didn’t seem to matter to either one of them though. Shuuhei had accepted his dominance instantly and he knew Renji had only been testing them because that’s just who he was - it had nothing to do with questioning his authority. Izuru took one of Shuuhei’s hands and shifted off of him to kneel beside the pair on the futon.
When the other two men had managed to - somewhat shakily - stand, Izuru pulled them both by the hand into the small bathroom that he had never been more thankful all fukutaicho’s quarters contained. There was no way that the three of them would fit in the small tub, so he guided them down beside it instead, pushing Shuuhei gently onto the washing stool and letting Renji settle against his side on the floor. Neither man seemed perturbed by the bathing arrangements - the two of them leaning into each other the instant they were seated. He was fairly confident they would be just fine now that they were pressed together like this, but Izuru still warned them softly, “I need to let go of you in order to actually wash you. I’m not going anywhere, I just need my hands free.”
“Yes, ‘Zuru,” Shuuhei murmured quietly, tucking himself a little bit closer to Renji’s side.
The switch seemed to be surfacing somewhat, wrapping an arm around Shuuhei to support him. He nuzzled into Shuuhei’s soft hair and then leaned his cheek against it to smile up at Izuru. “We’ll be fine,” Renji murmured.
Izuru ran the water warm and filled the bottom of the bathtub with enough water for him to scoop out with the small wash bucket. He found a couple of washcloths and soap, and began to rinse both men off before gently soaping their bodies. He realized Renji was more than capable of washing himself - though Shuuhei was still fairly absent - but he liked getting to take care of them like this and the other man didn’t seem to mind at all. He only let out a small hum of contentment, pressing into Izuru’s hand as he swiped the washcloth over his abs.
Only once they were both taken care of did Izuru quickly soap himself and just as quickly rinse off. Leaving the two huddled together - Shuuhei now had his head tucked under Renji’s chin - he stood up to gather towels for them. He passed one to Renji, chuckling when he used it to dry Shuuhei rather than himself. When the submissive was dry and comfortable, he handed over a second towel for Renji to dry himself with and took the third for his own use. He led the way back into the bedroom once they were ready, both men’s hands firmly in his grasp.
After quickly stripping and replacing the sheets on the futon, the trio settled back onto it. Shuuhei was in the middle, immediately curling tight against Renji’s side while Izuru wrapped himself around him from the other. He let out a soft hum of approval as he snuggled into both mens’ embraces, pressing a kiss to Renji’s neck before turning and kissing Izuru’s cheek. “If I’m dreaming,” he breathed, voice barely loud enough to be called a whisper, “I don’t ever want to wake up.” He clutched a bit tighter to both of them at the thought, “I don’t want to give you up.”
“You don’t have to,” Izuru said softly, running his fingers through Shuuhei’s hair. “I don’t plan on giving you up - either of you.”
“Me too,” Renji agreed, “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Looks like you’re stuck with us, Shu,” Izuru told him teasingly. “We’re keeping you.”
“Good,” Shuuhei said softly, “I want to… be kept by you.”
Izuru tilted Shuuhei’s chin up to kiss him gently before leaning across to do the same to Renji. As he pulled away, Renji leaned down to kiss Shuuhei as well, staying cuddled tightly against him even after he left his lips. Izuru chuckled softly, “Doesn’t seem so weird now, does it?”
“Hm?” Renji asked, looking over with rather sleepy, dark brown eyes. “What’s that?”
“Sleeping with a friend,” Izuru reminded him. Or two.
“No,” Renji admitted, reaching out to wrap an arm around the both of them. “It’s definitely not weird.”
“Not at all,” Shuuhei agreed huskily, sounding like he was already falling asleep. Soft gray eyes flickered from brown to blue. “Nothing’s ever felt this right.”