Shirako

It begins as curiosity.

Behind Kanata’s reflection in the breeding tank’s glass swims two paired fish. Their fins stir up the sand beneath them as they encircle one another in a mating ritual, and soon, eggs are released with sperm racing after them.

Kanata cocks his head with an engaged stare. He’s seen this process enough times by now, but strangely it’s how the lighting today looks, or maybe it’s the lovely pair of fish themselves, that makes it that much more alluring to watch. Seeing them swim around in milt, it prompts a question in his mind…

How would it feel to "puka puka" in something like that?

He blinks, watching the expecting father relocate the fertilized eggs to their nest, and he allows the mother to consume a few off on the side to regain some strength. 

A doorknob turns. “Excuse me, Shinkai-san?”

Kanata looks in the direction of the voice. It’s one of his Aoumi employees peeking in from the door. “Yes?”

“The guys renovating have a few questions to ask you.”

“Oh, please ‘tell’ them I will be ‘out’ there shortly.”

“Got it, boss.”

Wrapping up his task of overseeing the breeding of his fish, Kanata hums to himself, looking forward to the next time he’ll be able to see all of his boyfriends.

 

 

———

 

 

“I love you, but no.”

The weather is fair for a picnic within ES—it’s a mild enough temperature that it doesn’t justify the faint flush across Shu’s face. 

To Shu’s right sits a contemplative Natsume, and to his left sits cross-legged Wataru who blinks at the quick declaration. Across from them sit Kanata himself and a young, old man grateful for a tree’s shade. Altogether they make up a somewhat lumpy circle, and freckled in between them all are rice dishes, sandwiches, pastries, and bottled drinks in various stages of consumption.

“Aw, come now, Itsuki-kun. You’ve had sex with us numerous of times before. Suddenly the idea of love juices perturbs you so?”

“The,” Shu clears his throat, “ fluids themselves are not the main issue. It’s the quantity. I can tolerate it to an extent, but Kanata wishes to ‘float’ in it.”

“Shu-niisan does have a Point. While I don’t mind as Much, the idea of filling a swimming pool, kid-sized or not, seems… Difficult.”

Shu cringes.

“It does not ‘have’ to be a swimming pool,” Kanata clarifies. “But enough to make it ‘feel’ like I can ‘puka puka.’ ”

“Then shall we directly apply it?” Wataru asks, turning his head from Shu and Natsume. “With the four of—” “Three.” “—three of us, surely we can produce enough to at least coat you on the surface.”

“Hm…” Kanata places his hands behind him, leaning back and looking up at the sunlight streaming through leaves. 

“To make up for Shu, I could ask an acquaintance to join us if you’d like.” Rei rests his head against Kanata’s shoulder.

Kanata takes another moment to ponder before deciding, then he squishes his cheek against Rei. “No, that’s okay. Nacchan, Wataru, and you are enough for me.”

“Amazing! Now that the actors have been casted, where will this exquisite date take place? The idea of an audience sounds enticing, but your roommates may not appreciate the scene.”

“I can check you all into a hotel,” Shu offers.

“Hm? But you aren’t going to Participate, Nii-san?”

“It’s the least I can do. Besides, you lot will probably be famished by the time you finish your activities. I’ll leave to make some food.”

“Oh, to taste Shu’s pasta after making love…” Rei swoons.

“I never said I’d be making pasta.”

“I request gelatin for dessert then~”

“Hey!”

Kanata laughs, and soon after the others follow suit. 

He’s so lucky to have them all as his lovers. He can’t wait for the day they agree upon to come, but until then, he’ll do his best in his upcoming work.

 

 

———

 

 

Afternoons come and go. Eventually, the day arrives where they’re all free enough to spend time with one another.

Natsume makes a beeline to the bathroom, set on getting out of his dance practice clothes, while the rest of them take in the room.

“Alright.” The keys in Shu’s hand jingle as he cracks open the hotel door to leave. “If I don’t run into trouble, I should be back before an hour or so.”

After hurrying to give Shu a quick send-off kiss, Kanata wastes no time flopping on the bed and resting his eyes. He invites in a sing-song voice, “Okay, I’m ‘ready’ for it.”

When there is no sign of movement, Kanata peeks with an eye and catches his boyfriends sharing a look with each other.

“Is something ‘wrong’?”

Rei smiles, unconfidently. “Kanata, you can’t possibly expect us to do all the work here. Are you not going to at least strip?”

“I usually ‘puka puka’ in clothes though?” Kanata sits up.

“That may be a problem when we leave and your clothes are dirtied. Water may be acceptable, but you may cause an uproar in this scenario.”

In retrospect, maybe they should’ve brought some change of clothing. Natsume’s bag has his fresh street clothes, but the rest of them are empty handed.

As if Wataru read his mind, he stands off to the side, opening an empty wardrobe. “Do you think this hotel provides costumes?”

“The hotel Shu so generously booked us into is but a regular one, unfortunately.” 

Meaning, no sexy cosplays in sight. Well, no matter. It isn’t as if Kanata hasn’t done it nude before either, if all the time he’s spent in the bath counts. His hands move to grab the bottom of his shirt. “Okay then.”

Rei steps towards him, getting on the bed with a knee. He stops him from tugging his shirt up, and his own hand sneaks under his shirt, rubbing his torso lightly. “Why not ease into it? It doesn’t have to be so business-like.”

Kanata cocks his head. “So you want a ‘striptease’ from me too?”

Another knee joins from the other side of the bed behind him. “I think what Rei wants…” And a second hand traces his spine in a fluttery way. “Is to play a little before getting to the main event.”

“Precisely.” Rei purrs, hand thumbing over Kanata’s nipple.

“Mmm.” Kanata presses his lips together. “Oh…” The back of his head makes contact with Wataru, who nudges himself to kiss his temple.

Rei is next to lean in, kissing Kanata on his forehead, before he hovers closer to Wataru and grazes his lips against his. When Rei pulls back, their hooded gazes toward one another ask for more, but Rei only moves to where their lips barely touch.

Wataru shifts his hand to hold Kanata’s side when, in response to Rei’s teasing, he starts to relax and drift away. He licks at Rei’s bottom lip when he noncommittally grows close again, and they share yet another playful stare with one another when Rei backs off.

Rei smiles and makes a more pointed look at Wataru, then moves to Kanata’s face. He pecks him on the lips, muffling a soft moan for a moment. Blinking open his eyes, Rei holds a side glance at his lonely boyfriend, firmly pressing his lips against Kanata’s, leaving only centimeters before lip or tongue meet again. And only when Kanata openly moans again, letting his tongue slip inside, Rei flutters his eyes shut again.

Wataru grins, exhaling. Finding he has been abandoned, he lowers his face toward Kanata’s shoulder, pecking. He brings his other hand against Kanata’s empty side, rubbing circles against skin with his thumb before deciding to full-heartedly join in Rei’s efforts. His fingers roam down Kanata’s side, to his hip where he squeezes, to his upper thigh, and back up. He traces the curve of Kanata’s tummy, taking care not to have his thumb enter the divet of his sensitive spot—his navel. Retracing the curve back, he finally makes his way up to Kanata’s long-neglected other nipple.

Kanata hums against Rei’s mouth. He breaks for air, exhaling and tensing when both of his boyfriends simultaneously pinch in a certain way by coincidence. “Ah-“ He feels Wataru kiss his way up to his neck, cheek, and finally his lips. And it’s greedy the way he takes him, like he was the one who deprived him of his kiss and not Rei.

“Have you thought about who yet?” Rei asks between light suckles on Kanata’s neck.

“H-Hm? ‘Who’?” Kanata moans, escaping Wataru’s lips for only a moment.

“Who’d you like first…” There’s a puff of warmth against Kanata’s ear, then a peck, a nibble. “If you can’t decide, maybe you need a taste test.”

Wataru grants Kanata another luxury of breath. “Now, now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Wataru nips his ear then kisses it. His breath is also warm when he uses him like the end of a speaking tube. “Our Natsume-kun would feel left out if we do anything more than this.”

Peck, peck. “He’s a grown boy now. He’ll understand.”

“Nn- Don’t make Nacchan sad. I’ll choose. I’ll choose…” 

The sound of the bathroom door opening catches his attention, and he feels Rei and Wataru slow their teasing to a stop. When he sees Natsume stepping out with a towel around his neck and nothing else, Kanata giggles and points at him. “Nacchan~”

The boy cocks his head with his hand still on the doorknob. “Eh?”

Rei and Wataru smile at one another as if sharing a single reaction: of course—their youngest, their most adorable. He should have the honors.

“Well,” Rei chuckles upon seeing his bare state again. ”Someone is eager~”

Natsume pouts. “Is there a reason I should be Dressed? I hurried out like this because I thought my niisans would’ve already been at It.”

“And you were right to think that.” Wataru looks from Natsume to Rei. “If I hadn’t cautioned one of us, I’d wager we would be at it by now.”

Rei looks thoughtful for a moment before smirking. “Hm, perhaps you’re right. But can you blame me when we have someone as cute and sexy right in front of us?”

“Ahaha!” Kanata squirms, trying to escape the fingers at his sides. It’s no use though; Rei has him surrounded in an embrace, attacking and leaving no chance to breathe. “R-Rei hehe!”

The fingers stop in their ambush, and Kanata is kissed on the side of his head as he catches his breath. Rei smiles. “I’m sure you understand.”

“That, I cannot argue with.” Wataru shrugs with a mirrored expression. 

On the edge of the bed, with one bent leg on the mattress and another hanging off, Natsume finishes drying his hair. And when an arm playfully hooks around his shoulder, his towel finds itself on the floor, then he’s nudged closer to Wataru’s side, with both legs on the bed.

Natsume blinks at his niisan as he speaks, “But do you intend to keep hogging Kanata, when he’s made it clear who he wishes to service first?”

The boy’s eyes widen slightly. “Kanata-niisan wants me first?”

The remnants of Kanata’s giggles escape in a sigh. “Mhm~” Rei lets him emerge from his one-sided hug, and onto his hands and knees. He crawls closer to Natsume and Wataru. “Nacchan’s such a good kid too, already getting naked all on his own.”

Natsume makes a choked noise before he mumbles. He isn’t sure if he’s being teased once more for his appearance, or if it’s directed towards his other niisans. Either way- “It’s embarrassing that I’m the only one Entirely...”

Kanata smiles, then pushes himself off the bed onto a kneel. His hands grab the hem of his shirt, and just before he lifts it up and off of him, he looks over his shoulder, grinning at Rei who has started lazily palming himself while resting against the headboard. Kanata faces Natsume and Wataru again, slowly raising his shirt up and popping out seconds later, then shimmying the fabric off his arms.

“What about this?” Kanata asks, leaning near Natsume again after flinging the shirt to the side.

Natsume looks down from Kanata’s face, tracing the sinuous curves made by his neck muscles, his Adam’s apple, his collarbone… He swallows. “A little More.”

Kanata adjusts his position again, pinching the fabric of his pants. “Ehehe, you mean ‘this’ too~?” 

Nodding, Natsume blushes.

“Looks like we get our striptease anyways, Rei,” Wataru muses.

Before Kanata gets to it though, Rei’s big toe hooks Kanata’s waistband from behind, pulling it a short distance away from his body before—thwap.

“Ah-!”

“Kukuku~”

Without looking, Kanata grabs Rei’s foot with both hands behind his back.

“H-Hey! Haha, sorry, sorry! Give- I give, ahaha!”

Kanata grins, letting go. Just for that though, he does away with his pants and underwear without much flair.

“Rei…” Wataru whines.

“I’ll give a full ‘striptease’ to you on our next date, okay, Wataru?” Kanata ignores Rei’s minor protest from behind and smiles when Wataru does, then he quickly returns to their youngest. “Now we’re matching right, Nacchan?”

Natsume’s cute stare and affirmative hum makes Kanata kiss him on the nose before he lowers his head. His eyelids close as he takes a deep inhale of his scent with the tip of his nose prodding at dick. He can feel the humidity lingering on Natsume’s flesh like a small cloud. It’s a pleasant mix of warm, damp skin—of his natural smell—and mild soap.

He gently takes Natsume in his hand and kisses his head, already perking up from its flaccid state. Lick. It’s faint. The vague taste of steam, a trace amount of chlorine, but mostly just the blandness of clean skin. Peck, peck. Mm… 

“Kanata-niisan,” Natsume exhales. 

From above, Kanata hears Wataru stroke skin and pepper kisses from Natsume’s side as he sticks his tongue out, letting it caress the underside of Natsume’s cock and bear its growing weight. He tenses his tongue when he lifts off and away, only to repeat the motion until it’s standing up, nice and firm. 

Kanata giggles, giving Natsume a few strokes while he peeks up at him. He has already been fully captured by Wataru, moaning into his kiss and only able to look down at him with a single eye. He focuses back down to Natsume’s other head in hand, raising it and dropping it back on his tongue to make meaty click-clicks of saliva resound.

He pants, continuing to lap sloppy lines up and off of his tip. “ Hah, Nacchan’s so big now… Hehe, mm…” His hand guides Natsume down to give the center of his head a kiss, then he whispers, “Thank you for the ‘food.’ ”

Natsume shivers against Wataru as Kanata swallows him whole. He moans. His hips buck, lifting off the mattress before settling. The hand that has been hovering near his nii-san’s head finally rests on his scalp.

“Mm,” Kanata swallows, head tingling from the gentle touch. He pulls off and pants for air, diving back in immediately. He looks up and keeps his gaze on Natsume, eyes finally squeezed closed in pleasure.

“Nii-“ Wataru chases after Natsume’s lips again. “Nn…!”

Kanata brings his other hand over, wrapping it around Natsume’s base and stroking in a counterclockwise motion while his hand above strokes on the contrary. He hollows his cheeks as he descends, whacking his own mouth a tad strong for the first few motions, before settling on a quick groove.

The hand on his head starts to grip tighter, the tingles return, he sucks harder.

“Nii-san, Wait-“ Natsume gasps against Wataru.

It’s already happening by the time Natsume speaks. Kanata feels him grow tense against his throat, pulsing and coating his mouth as he keeps him there and bobs his head, milking the weaker spurts. 

Shuddering and finally being able to pull away from Wataru, Natsume breathes, letting his hand fall from Kanata’s head. “ Hah, hah… Sorry. I came when you Wanted…”

Kanata gulps, pulling off and licking his lips clean before giving him a smile. “It’s okay. Nacchan has more for me, right~?” When he feels the boy twitch in renewed interest within his loose grip, he smiles wider. “Be good for me and rest until you’re ‘spry’ again, okay?”

“A-Ah.”

He lowers his head towards Natsume’s lap one last time, to give a goodbye kiss before they reunite in the immediate future, and then shifts over to Wataru’s lap.

Wataru’s own hand is quick to find Kanata’s head, brushing a few stray strands first. “Fufu, maybe I should be the sorry one. Was my tongue too much for you, Natsume?”

Ziiip…

“That’s what I was trying to Say.” Natsume blushes, glaring with a small frown.

Kanata partially untucks Wataru from his underwear, stroking his balls through fabric.

“Mm, was it really too much?”

“Of course it was. You should realize the weapon you’re carrying—that tongue of yours…”

It’s the way Rei pauses, that small exhale he makes that’s filled with heat, which causes Kanata’s blood to stir below and for him to look over his shoulder. He expects it, to meet eyes with him, to see how dark with lust they’ve grown, and to see how painfully hard he is, tenting his pants.

Kanata lets an exhale of his own escape before he makes an executive decision. “Wataru, get up? You too, Rei.” Kanata gestures for them to stand to the sides of the bed.

“Oya?” “Hm?”

When they do, Kanata takes Rei’s place near the headboard, laying down on his back and unzipping Rei, then taking both of them in each of his hands. He shoots a glance at Natsume at the end of the bed, smiling and inviting him with the spread of his legs. “And, hehe, if Nacchan could help too?”

Natsume wastes no time shifting onto his knees, crawling close in between his legs, eager. As Kanata feels him start to stroke his legs in a tease, he looks up to the right side of him, to Rei. His eyes haven’t lightened one bit, now that he’s just a thrust away from his warm, slick mouth.

Kanata only gives Rei a few strokes though. He feels a little bad for neglecting him earlier—though maybe not too bad, if he looks at him like that—but Wataru was next in line after all.

He turns to the left, kissing his way down Wataru’s shaft, down to his balls, and takes them in his mouth, nuzzling up against exposed skin and his right pant leg.

“Mm, Kanata.”

Stroking at the same pace with his right hand on Rei, Kanata licks from base to tip, taking Wataru into his mouth. And at the same time, he moans, feeling a similar sensation with his own dick. The next thing he feels is the hands being placed on his torso, roaming toward the center of his chest; they brush against each other before grabbing his pecs and pinching his nipples.

Kanata hums around Wataru, making him buck and lightly fuck into him again. His hair drapes over the back and top of his head as he leans over him to lock lips with Rei in their long awaited kiss.

From above, from his sides, from between his legs, Kanata is enveloped. Wet, sticky sounds of their little playtime, clicking, squelching, from all around. His face flushes, eyes narrowing while he bobs his head and hollows his cheeks. He moves his hand from wrapping Wataru at the base to massaging the underside of his balls, taking amusement in the way Wataru tenses.

Rei, in the meanwhile, grows harder in his grip the longer Wataru kisses him. He has a point about Wataru’s dangerous weapon, since he’s had his share of having come apart by him on various occasions from kissing alone, but he seems to be managing for now. Still, it would be sad to come before he even gets to lick him. 

Kanata swallows Wataru to the hilt before pulling off and finally facing his right once more. He transitions to stroking Wataru again as he dives straight into taking Rei down his throat, nuzzling at his base, then pulling off of him.

“Nngh.”

It’s a good thing too. When Natsume stops teasing him with licks all over his shaft and starts sucking his head at about the same time, Kanata has to gasp. “Oh-“ 

The exhale teases Rei, who then taps himself against his bottom lip. It fills the gaps of soft thuds made by fabric on his left, and belatedly, to his right.

His hand’s pace falters around Wataru as he fights the urge to give in to Nacchan’s devilish little mouth, to lay there and enjoy it. But the massaging on his chest grows impatient, urging him to remember his place.

And as if that isn’t enough, Wataru props his bare knee onto the bed once more, coming to a kneel closer to Kanata’s face. The weight jostles his head for a moment, making Rei hit more of the inside of his cheek, as the mattress settles. Kanata separates from Rei and gives Wataru a peck and lick on his head, as a thank you for lessening the burden on his neck, then returns to Rei.

Before Kanata’s entirely ready though, Rei breaks off from his kiss with Wataru and takes his hand off of his chest, grabbing his cock and thrusting.

“Nn- Nngh!” Kanata nearly gags. He loses his grip on Rei, his grip on Wataru trails to his hip. Ah- His eyes tear up while he looks up at him again, and he wishes he could speak—to ask him how good his tongue feels, embracing him, making his cock all slick. Yes, fuck my mouth. It’s “good,” right? Rei narrows his eyes, smirking as if he understands.

Then all of a sudden, Kanata feels the wetness of Natsume’s mouth disappear, and he instead feels the sensation of skin dragging against his length, adjusting itself, to rest atop of him.

“Nn, Najyaaan,” Kanata slurs, barely getting a breath. “Mm, mm…” 

Their boy returns spry and healthy, feeling nice and hard against him. The warmth alone is nice but soon, he’s wrapped by both of Natsume’s hands, being grinded against as the boy thrusts into their man-made hole. Ah, just like Rei… Their fluids coat his hands, making the friction grow smoother, as the sound of skin slapping fills the air.

“Na~cchan…!” Kanata rolls his head to rest neutral.

Wataru and Rei grow closer still, kissing one another again, then they hold themselves, pressing their dickheads against one another over his mouth.

Kanata pants under them, tongue tracing around in a figure-eight, until he sucks Wataru’s head, pops out for another breath, takes Rei in, and repeats.

Rei and Wataru’s free hands come to the top of his head, petting him so gently in stark contrast to the way they fuck his mouth. His scalp tingles again. When he feels their digits come together in a loose hand-hold, he would smile if his mouth wasn’t preoccupied.

They lose their sense of rhythm eventually. He moans against the both of them, trying to shove themselves in a mouth he wishes was bigger. “A-Ah…”

Wataru wins for a moment, enjoying Kanata’s hot, wet tongue before allowing Rei another go.

He stutters his entry, nearly grazing himself against his teeth, but Kanata adjusts for him in time. He bucks against him, longer than Wataru’s last turn, before he fully pulls back from fucking Kanata’s mouth, leaving behind a string of sheen that disappears once he wraps his hand around himself. “I’m close.”

“Me too.“ The slicks around his head duplicate.

Natsume breaks his hands apart to stroke the both of them. “Nngh, and me Three…”

It isn’t as dazzling as Kanata thought it’d be. It isn’t like the dancing lights that penetrate deep into the sea. But the image of three of his boyfriends’ faces squinted in pleasure over him, as they finish…

Kanata’s eyes squint close too, blushing as he himself thrusts his hips toward the air.

It’s like the initial shock of submerging in water, yet… It’s warm. He feels so warm and fuzzy, letting the waves of his orgasm run throughout his body. The crash of their exhales intermingling, the intimacy of it all…

Emerging from the haze, he realizes that Rei, Wataru, and Natsume’s offerings are already pooling on his chest and face, some starting to trail off of him. He blinks away a more viscous glob near his eye, licking his lips.

It’s so much. Kanata giggles, gathering and rubbing it all over his pecs. Beaded strings form when he pulls his hands away and when he separates his fingers. Oh… He feels so “floaty” already, but… He smiles sweetly, looking between Wataru, Rei, and Natsume. Then, he invites them once more in a sing-song tone, “Give me ‘lots’ and ‘lots’ more~ ♥ ”

The AC kicks on.

 

 

———

 

 

Sigh.

As the turn signal of the cab he’s taking clicks away, Shu takes his gaze away from the window and glances down at his lap.

There’s enough coffee for all of them sitting in each compartment of a cupholder, and there’s one extra cup that Shu tries not to look at.

He feels a little silly, simultaneously hoping that he’ll be early enough, but also hoping that it’ll be over by the time he gets there—that way he can throw away the one cup in the holder without a second thought. Honestly. To think he rushed himself in that… state. He looks away, even if the only audience to his recent memory and embarrassment is none other than himself.

Soon enough, his driver arrives at his destination and Shu braces himself to enter their room. After he places the bag full of bentos on the ground, he opens the door with his key to see that the carnage awaiting him is worse than if Kanata were left alone cooking.

“Puka… Puka…”

There are three nude corpses around him.

Natsume is lying perpendicular to the bed with most of his torso covered by Kanata in front of him, and from his disheveled bangs and partly-open mouth smushed against the pillow, it’s clear he’s unconscious. Rei is no better, laying on the floor—left of the bed—with his arms overlapping one another across his chest. A tissue acts as a pitiful blanket for his crotch. And on the other side, Wataru… Wataru has turned into a cocoon of hair.

“Hm… Shu?” The manner in which Kanata elongates his name is even more relaxed than usual. His eyes flutter open and his hands stop massaging the fluid on his body. “You’re back.”

It takes a considerable amount of will to not stare and cringe at the sight of his beloved. But in the first place, he rushed back here because he wanted to catch him before he was done, so he supposes he shouldn’t be so put off. He cannot help the inner voice he has though, as it slowly recedes somewhere far away, questioning if this is how idols are supposed to shine…

Nevertheless, Shu manages to keep composed as he shuts and locks the door, slowly placing the cupholder, boxes of bentos, and the keys on the table. “I was afraid I would get here long after you were done, but it appears I was worried for nothing.”

“Why were you ‘worried’ about getting here on time?”

After Shu takes one of the drinks from the cupholder, he hands it to Kanata as casually as he can.

When Kanata takes it though, it’s lighter than he expected and he makes a small, inquisitive hum, cocking his head to the side.

“Open the cap.” Shu averts his gaze.

When Kanata does so, he sees at the bottom of the cup a thin layer of white-ish, semi-translucent fluid that clings as it slides at an angle.

Kanata looks back up to see a redder Shu. “E-Even if it's indirect, I felt that I should still contribute my… fair share, as well.”

Kanata blinks once before melting into a smile. “Shu...” He caps the cup and sets it down next to him before opening his arms wide toward his boyfriend. “Let me ‘hug’ you.”

The redness in Shu’s face drains as he turns his body away with a deflective arm. “Non! Absolutely not! Not while you are like that!!”

“Mmm? A few more ‘minutes’ then.”

When he became content with basking in the new addition Shu offered, Kanata takes a much needed bath, and after emerging squeaky clean, he tightly snuggles against Shu in a hug. The both of them would then greet the others with a “good morning” as they slowly revive. And once they have their own baths, everyone enjoys Shu’s bentos and chats away about inconsequential things. Kanata can’t ask for more.