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“It’s your birthday soon, isn't it?”
Ichigo turned his head on his pillow to see Orihime staring up at him. They were lazily sprawled over his bed, limbs entangled and sharing in each other's warmth.
Today was… the 5th of July, if he remembered correctly—being on holiday was messing with his sense of time. “Yeah, now that you mention it. Why?”
“Well… we should celebrate! It's not often you and Ishida-kun are back in town anymore, so the timing’s just right. It’ll be just like old times!”
He didn't know how to say it to her sparkling eyes and wide smile, but he really hadn't cared much about his birthday since elementary school. His father's enthusiasm had started losing its charm by then, and Ichigo was content to let him point that energy towards his sisters, anyway.
“If you say so.” He grinned and reached out to gently cup her cheek with his hand. “I don't really have anything in mind, though. How do people usually celebrate their birthdays?”
“Don't worry, I’ll take care of it.” Orihime giggled. “I’ve got something amazing in mind. I’m sure you'll love it!”
Ichigo could practically see the gears moving in her brain, though he could never predict the outcome of all that thinking. If it made her happy, he probably didn't have to think too hard about it.
In hindsight, he really should have asked more questions.
Ichigo stepped onto the end of the staircase, his forehead lightly damp from jogging all the way up. At least the night breeze felt good as he walked down the hallway, stopping at a familiar flat number. He rang the doorbell.
He heard the disgruntled voice before he even saw the other man’s expression.
“You’re late. Aren't you the one we're supposed to be celebrating?” Uryu scowled, though Ichigo sensed no bite in his words.
He shrugged. “Inoue’s still on her way, so we're going to be stuck waiting for her, anyway. Besides, my birthday’s not until tomorrow.”
Uryu allowed him inside with no extra resistance. It was clean, as usual, and the interior was sparser than usual since he'd moved into his new place closer to his university. When Ichigo had asked why Uryu didn't just let the place go and stay with his father when he was back in Karakura, all he received was a mildly annoyed pout. Considering how Uryu would act when he brought up his father before, Ichigo assumed that indicated an improvement in their relationship.
“Yes, I’m aware. All the more confusing why we're meeting at my place on the night before your birthday.”
“Hey, I was just following instructions, okay? Inoue's the real mastermind behind all this.”
Despite all his grumbling, Uryu poured out a few glasses of cold tea and placed them on the low table on the floor, in front of Ichigo.
He stopped after putting down the third glass, shaking his head. “You don't think this could be about…”
Ichigo stared at him through the glass cup he had downed in an instant, lightly slamming it down on the table. “I think you worry too much. I told you she already knows, and she's chill with it.”
“That's the part I don't understand,” Uryu replied, but the doorbell rang again before he could continue. “Well, I guess we'll both find out what this is all about very soon.”
“Sorry I’m late! I just had to get some last-minute preparations done.” Orihime burst through the door like a ray of sunshine, lightening up the mood in an instant. He always noticed the way Uryu’s eyes seemed to soften around her.
“Don't be. I just got here, too.” Ichigo leaned over the table to give her a light kiss when she slumped down in front of him with her bags. “What's all this… stuff?”
Uryu finally took a seat on the floor beside him, reaching for one of the filled cups on the table.
“Oh, you know, preparations for tonight!” Orihime smiled, clapping her hands together. “I was thinking we could try a threesome.”
From the corner of his eye, he saw and heard Uryu choke on his tea.
“Wh–wha,” Uryu stuttered, “Inoue-san?! What are you…!”
“Oh, well, it's only if the two of you are on board,” Orihime said, completely undeterred. “I think it makes sense, though. If Kurosaki-kun is having sex with the two of us anyway, why not just do it together? It seems like it’ll be more fun that way!”
“That's not how…” Uryu awkwardly fixed his glasses, his hand then resting over his mouth. “You and Kurosaki are dating now. I can't just intrude on that…”
“But we're giving you an invitation to! Right, Kurosaki-kun?” She turned to look at Ichigo with her signature puppy-dog eyes, and the worst part was that she didn't even seem to be doing it on purpose.
Uryu sighed and turned to him as well. “Kurosaki, say something!”
As far as Ichigo’s thoughts on the matter went, he couldn't say he was too surprised at Orihime’s suggestion. She'd been shockingly open about sex after their first few awkward attempts—one day he’d see her scrolling her phone more intently than usual, and the next they'd have a new toy to try out.
One thing he hadn't counted on was how unfazed she was when he told her about his strange history with Uryu. He'd discussed it with Uryu, both of them agreeing to stop after he’d begun dating Orihime, but she seemed almost surprised by his decision.
“Your relationship with Ishida-kun is one thing, and us dating is another, isn't it? I wouldn't want you to cut things off with him because of me.”
He couldn't exactly ask people what it meant when your girlfriend tells you it's alright for you to be fucking one of your closest friends on the side, so there was nothing he could do but accept it. Not that it took much effort, since he and Uryu always seemed to end up scrambling over each other on a bed one way or another.
Ichigo let out an exasperated laugh. Orihime really did know him too well; as embarrassing as it was to admit, he was already getting hard imagining it.
“…Why are you laughing?” Uryu asked, and his eyes widened slowly as he seemed to realise he was outnumbered in this situation. He narrowed his eyes again, glaring daggers at him. “Kurosaki…”
“Why are you blaming me? It wasn't even my idea.” Ichigo ran his hand through his hair, sighing. “It’ll just be like every other time. What's the big deal?”
“It will not be like—” He paused abruptly as Orihime shifted over and touched his arm, pressing her fingertips gingerly over his bare skin.
“It could be even better, if you want it to be,” she spoke softly, her voice sweet with just a hint of suggestion. Uryu froze and turned pink in an instant—Ichigo knew how seductive she could be without even trying, and he couldn't stop a smirk from tugging at his lips.
Taking Orihime’s cue, Ichigo leaned towards Uryu as well, trapping him between the two of them. He leaned his head right up against Uryu’s ear and he could tell he was resisting the urge to tilt his chin up, letting Ichigo’s lips ghost over the sensitive skin found there. He was used to Uryu needing a little convincing before he made the leap, and it looks like Orihime had seen through him without any help. “You heard her. So are we doing this, or not?”
“…”
Uryu responded with a rough fistful of his shirt and his mouth against Ichigo’s, more teeth than anything else. Ichigo sank into the motion, letting Uryu lead him into a more pleasurable kiss. Through his lidded eyes, he could see Orihime staring at the two of them, her cheeks flushed and an expression that Ichigo was very familiar with: hunger.
He'd never done more than wrap an arm around Uryu’s shoulders in front of anyone else, let alone his girlfriend, but the way her eyes bore into them gave him a thrill like no other. Orihime’s hand was gripping Uryu’s arm tightly now, the other placed between his legs as she moved closer.
They parted to a fit of panting, Uryu’s lips glossy with saliva. “Fuck you,” he muttered, his slightly upturned eyebrows betraying his words.
“Yeah, that's the plan.” Ichigo grinned.
Uryu had barely caught his breath before Orihime grabbed his cheeks and began to kiss him, catching both of them by surprise.
“I–Ino—”
His futile attempts at protest were drowned out by Orihime's insistent pecking, at which point they began kissing more deeply, trying to figure out each other's rhythms.
The sight of them together elicited a mix of emotions from Ichigo, like he was watching something he shouldn't, something he should hate, but he couldn't tear his gaze away. He groaned as he quickly realised how hard this was making him, his dick strained against his jeans. Here were the two people he had found most attractive in his entire life, making out in front of him like they were putting on a show. It was like his brain was being torn apart trying to decide which one of them he'd rather be right now.
Just then, Orihime briefly turned towards him and winked.
Ichigo gulped. The realisation dawned on him; they were putting on a show. For him. He watched as Orihime dove back into Uryu’s lips, curving her body towards him as he tentatively placed his hands on her waist. Ichigo’s hands scrambled to unzip his pants, moaning as he began stroking himself without looking away for even a moment.
It was like he could feel Orihime’s soft chest against him when they cuddled and things escalated further and further until both of their shirts were abandoned, his hands were under her bra and her arms were wrapped around his neck. He moved his hand faster as Uryu’s hands moved up and down her curves, like all the times Ichigo had ridden him, those slender fingers on gripping his thighs grounding him as he moved his hips.
Ichigo cursed under his breath, aroused out of his mind as he coaxed his release further along, knowing he wasn't going to last much longer. Orihime had shifted her attention to the crook of Uryu’s neck, eliciting choked groans from him. The sound was doing things to him, stoking a heat deep in his gut. Then Orihime pulled back, a satisfied sigh dripping from her lips.
That was what pushed him over the edge, spurting hot strokes of cum onto his hand as he gasped desperately, riding out his climax. He hadn’t even noticed that Orihime had crawled over to him, her hair still a mess.
Orihime giggled and placed her hand over his. “Here, let me help.”
Finally being touched by someone else after all that stimulation felt like a dam broke inside of him, groaning embarrassingly loud as she stroked the rest of his release out. When Ichigo’s breathing had finally calmed down a little, he pulled her in for a kiss by way of thanks.
“Did you enjoy that?” She whispered, still close to him. He could see her lips were slightly more red and swollen, and the fact that it wasn't him who had caused it made him feel like he was going to get hard all over again.
“So damn much,” he replied, running his hands through her hair, slightly damp from sweat.
Now that Orihime’s mouth had been freed up, Ichigo couldn’t help but want to kiss her again, lying back and pulling her down with him so she was sprawled over him on the floor. She took the hint and adjusted her legs to be in position to straddle him, her still-clothed shorts now rubbing up against him.
Orihime kissed like someone who had clearly not gotten her fill yet, and the thought made him smirk. He could hold her forever like this, the comfort of her warmth and the softness of her lips against his own, their tongues intertwining.
They were interrupted by Uryu clearing his throat awkwardly, making both of them turn towards him. “I don't mean to interrupt, but… we should probably move to the bed before you two get too comfortable on the floor.”
It took every bit of common sense with a nudge from his back starting to feel stiff for Ichigo to sit back up, sliding Orihime down onto his lap. “C’mon, let's go.”
She outstretched her arms, resting them on his shoulders and tilted her head just slightly. “Carry me?”
Ichigo laughed as he lifted her up, walking a few steps to the nearby bed and falling on top of her, sure to break his fall so he didn't crush her with his weight. She grabbed his face and pulled him in for another kiss, her hands now sliding into the collar of his shirt and reaching out to his back muscles, tensing and relaxing as he made himself comfortable.
He took the opportunity to start lifting Orihime’s shirt, and she broke off their kiss just long enough for her to yank it off. His hands wandered over her exposed skin, one wrapping around her soft waist and the other teasing her bra strap, his thumb tracing the outline of her breast.
“…You can open it from the front,” she murmured, her hands rather preoccupied with tugging at his hair. He noticed the clasp at the centre of her bra and thanked his stars that he wouldn't have to fumble with undoing it from behind again. She seemed to realise what he was thinking, because she laughed a little and said, “I thought it might be easier for you. I guess being prepared paid off.”
Sheepishly, he smiled before getting back to work, marveling at how her breasts spilled out the moment he undid the clasp. He was never going to get tired of seeing her like this, bare and welcoming, drawing him in with that light flush all over her skin. He cupped her breast and began kissing over its shape, leaving a trail of wet marks. She whimpered slightly as he squeezed her harder, sighing into the curves of her flesh.
Ichigo had almost forgotten about Uryu until he felt another hand on his back and the bed dipping behind him as Uryu shifted his entire weight onto it. Uryu’s hand ran over his back, the other firmly placed on his thigh, and Ichigo shivered.
“Relax, Kurosaki.”
Hearing Uryu’s voice made him settle down again, but the sensation of two people touching him so intimately was already almost too much to bear. He tried refocusing his efforts on Orihime, lapping and mouthing at her nipples just the way she liked it, but he couldn't help but be distracted by Uryu’s hands undoing his jeans, every movement as meticulous as ever.
“Do you want to move lower, Kurosaki-kun?”
“Yeah, that—” His hips twitched as Uryu’s fingers dipped under the waistband of his underwear. “That might be better.”
Orihime sat up against the headboard with a pillow supporting her back and slipped out of her shorts before guiding Ichigo’s head toward the gap between her thighs. He could see that her panties were already soaked, and he hadn't even begun touching her down here yet.
His own underwear was being lowered down to his thighs, freeing his hardened cock. Ichigo hissed as Uryu began tracing a finger over his entrance, his touch cool with lube. He left open-mouth kisses on the inside of Orihime’s thigh, working his way up to her crotch.
“Mm, Kurosaki-kun… AH!”
At the same time Uryu had pressed a finger inside him, Ichigo had accidentally bitten down on Orihime. He panicked, raising his head immediately.
“A–are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
Uryu had stopped as well, sounding concerned. “Sorry, I should've waited until—”
“No! No, I mean…” Orihime waved her hands frantically, her face gone red. “I’m fine, really. Actually, I think I… liked it. You can keep going.”
Ichigo sucked in a sharp breath. Until now, he'd been careful about touching her during intimate moments, only going further with her full consent. He’d gotten carried away before, yes, but he'd never been intentionally rough with her. It was one of the reasons he kept going back to Uryu, because Ichigo knew he could take anything he could dish out.
And now here Orihime was, giving him explicit permission to take that next step.
“…Okay. If you're sure.”
She nodded as Ichigo sank down in between her legs again, raising his ass for Uryu to keep going, as well. He could see the light bite mark he left behind just a moment ago, the sight of it making his breath catch.
He began with light kisses again, but quickly started dragging his teeth over her flesh, the teasing making Orihime tremble. She made little whining noises that urged him onward, though he wasn't going to give it to her yet. Uryu had started working him open in earnest, his finger slipping in and out of Ichigo with a metronomic rhythm.
Then all of a sudden he bit down hard, and Orihime cried out in pleasure and squirmed, trapping Ichigo’s head between her soft thighs. He licked over the fresh marks, and tentatively left a small bite on her other thigh, his nipping eliciting little troubled gasps from her lips. He pushed straight ahead and kissed the damp spot on her panties, and Orihime’s grip on his shoulders tightened.
He wrapped his arms around her legs, holding her tightly in place as he began using his tongue to scoot her panties out of the way, shifting the fabric aside until he was able to kiss her directly on her clit.
“K–Kurosaki-kun…!”
He had no intention of stopping this time, especially not when Uryu was thrusting several fingers into him at this point, urging him forward as his hips swayed back and forth. Ichigo raised his ass higher and wrapped a foot around Uryu’s calf, praying he'd take the hint.
Uryu seemed to understand, slipping his fingers out of him.
“You’d better not regret this later. You're always so impatient…”
Ichigo sighed as he felt something larger pushing inside of him at last, his mouth hanging open against Orihime’s wetness. Uryu slowly bottomed out inside him and Ichigo held onto Orihime even tighter to keep himself grounded, trying to make sense of so much stimulation at once.
But Uryu didn't wait for him to get adjusted, dragging his cock out and thrusting back inside him with surprising force. This must have been his idea of revenge for earlier or something, because Ichigo was now being rocked back and forth right between Orihime’s legs with none of the finesse he had been planning for her. But Orihime didn’t seem to mind, still mewling softly every time Ichigo’s tongue reached particularly deep inside of her folds, her hands gripping his hair just enough to slightly sting.
On the other hand, Uryu’s grip was bruising, his slender fingers futilely holding him in place—he still jerked forward with every hard push, moaning loudly against Orihime. His humming must have done something for her, because she suddenly grabbed onto the back of his head and thrusted. The motion sent a jolt through his body, landing firmly at his gut. His cock strained with arousal, dripping pre-come onto the sheets below. Judging by the sudden twitching from Orihime, he was guessing she had reached her climax.
She helped lift Ichigo’s face up, disheveled and the bottom half completely wet, and rested him on her chest. She had this glowing smile on her lips, and a content look in her eyes that told him she was satisfied. He smiled to himself and buried his face into her chest, huffing as Uryu continued to pound into him.
He groaned loudly, his face burning as he realised Orihime now had nothing to distract her from the sight of him getting fucked in the ass, but he had no intention of hiding anything. She'd given him a show, so he might as well repay the favour.
Just then, Uryu suddenly pulled out, leaving Ichigo gasping painfully as he was left on the verge of climax. “I–Ishi—”
He wasn't able to finish his sentence; before he knew it he was lying on his back, his head cushioned by Orihime’s lap. Uryu spread his legs apart and entered him once again, leaning into his body so their chests were flush against one another. Ichigo wrapped his legs around Uryu’s back, not letting him pull out even if he wanted to. Uryu had no choice but to move bit by bit inside of him, focusing on short, sharp movements instead of the torturous long drags that Ichigo found unbearable.
The friction between his body and Uryu’s felt good on his cock, and all he could do was hang his mouth open as Uryu dragged another orgasm out of him. He felt a hand on his chin as Uryu kissed him open-mouthed, tracing his tongue over Ichigo’s teeth.
Ichigo shivered and clenched down, and with a gasp from Uryu, finally felt a warm fluid pouring into him. His own climax quickly followed, spurting hot cum in between their bodies in a mass of heat and sweat. They held each other tightly until Ichigo felt his body begin to relax again, leaving only a pleasant buzz and a slight soreness in his ass.
Uryu backed away from him and sighed, sweeping the hair out of his face. Ichigo could never get enough of the sight of Uryu after sex, the subtle flush in his cheeks and the sweat making his glasses slide down ever so slightly brought the walls he usually had up crashing down.
Ichigo smirked. “For someone who was so against the idea only a while ago, you sure got really into it.”
“Shut up. I was not.” Uryu huffed in response, but his hand softly resting on Ichigo’s thigh told him everything he had to know.
“Whatever you say.”
He threw his head back to see Orihime smiling down at him, the way she always did when he and Uryu squabbled like this.
“How do you feel, Kurosaki-kun?”
“Good. Really good.” He raised a hand to touch her cheek. “I can still go again, if you want.”
Her face lit up. It wouldn't really be fair for him to be the only one getting his brain fucked out, even if it was supposed to be for his birthday. He shifted his elbows to try and get up, but Orihime stopped him.
“You can rest for a bit longer! Just let me grab something.”
Gently moving his head from her lap to the sheets below, Orihime hopped off the bed as Ichigo sank back into bed, idly watching Uryu sitting on the side of the bed.
He gave Uryu a light kick. “C’mon, get over here,” he muttered, gesturing to the empty space on the bed beside him.
To his surprise, Uryu didn't even say anything before flopping down next to him, their faces side by side.
“What about you? Done for the night?”
“You wish,” Uryu replied, dipping his head into Ichigo’s neck. “I still don't know how to feel about this arrangement, so you’d better try your best to convince me.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Ichigo chuckled as Uryu pressed his lips against his neck, clearly leaving dark marks that Ichigo couldn't be bothered to care about right now. His body was going to look like an animal attacked him tomorrow, but that was the furthest thing from his mind when Uryu was nipping lightly at his skin, his silky hair tickling Ichigo as he slowly moved up to his ear, dragging his tongue over its shape.
“Kurosaki-kun, do you think you’d prefer something around Ishida-kun’s size or something smaller?”
“Huh?”
He and Uryu turned their heads towards Orihime to see her holding up two dildos, coloured in gaudy bright colours.
“Wait, you're asking me?”
“Well, you’ll be the one taking it… maybe we should start smaller?”
The gears in his head slowly clicked into place as he realised what she was asking about. His eyes settled on Orihime’s thighs, where she seemed to be wearing a harness of some kind.
Oh my god. His girlfriend was trying to peg him.
“Wait, wait wait, I…” Ichigo laughed nervously. “I didn't hear about this…”
“Well yes, it was meant to be a surprise!”
Uryu snickered next to him. “Looks like she managed to get both of us, Kurosaki.”
It wasn't as if he hadn't had a dick up his ass before, and as of today, it wasn't as if Orihime hadn't seen him take one, either. But something about the thought of her being the one to do it made him anxious, and he couldn't help but feel bad that he wouldn't be providing anything back. Orihime had spent years caring about him before he properly returned her feelings, and he still felt like he was making up for lost time. Taking even more from her at this point felt criminal.
“Inoue, um…” he began, “Are you sure about this? I mean, I was thinking I’d just do you next. This won't even do anything for you, right?”
Orihime pouted with her cheeks puffed out. “That doesn't matter when it's your birthday, Kurosaki-kun. I want to try making you feel good.”
“But you do make me feel good when we—” Ichigo sighed. “You're not gonna budge on this, are you?”
“Nope! Now pick one!”
He was trying his hardest to ignore Uryu’s smug expression from the corner of his eye as his face grew hotter. “The… smaller one, I guess. Though it really doesn't look small at all.”
“Really?” Orihime looked at the two dildos in her hands, cocking her head. “I guess we’ll find out, huh.”
Ichigo stared as Orihime set up her strap-on, approaching him on the bed with a neon pink dildo attached to her crotch.
“He probably needs to be lubed up properly for that,” Uryu remarked. “Here, I’ll show you how. Raise your legs, Kurosaki.”
He felt like some kind of research patient with the two of them gathered staring at his ass like this, but he complied anyway. Holding his legs in place, he could see Orihime between the gap watching Uryu’s movements intently.
“Kurosaki’s already fairly stretched out already.” Uryu unceremoniously pressed two fingers into him, coating his walls with lube. Ichigo let out a slightly ragged breath as Uryu lightly thrusted his fingers in and out of him, feeling himself getting aroused again. “But you should make sure he's gotten used to the general size and motion so that he doesn't overexert himself.”
Orihime hummed in understanding.
“Why don't you try it out?”
He could feel Uryu’s fingers leaving him and being replaced by a smaller, more hesitant pair.
“Ooh…” Orihime marvelled. “How does that feel, Kurosaki-kun?”
“I–it’s fine. You can keep going.”
He wanted to cover his face in embarrassment as Uryu continued giving Orihime small pointers as she scoured him all around inside, her touch growing more intentional by the second.
“You're surprisingly compliant today, Kurosaki. Quiet, too. Or is this just what you're like with Inoue-san?”
Ichigo opened his mouth to retort, but Orihime had chosen that moment to push down on his prostate, ripping a heavy moan from his lips. The sensation jolted his body awake, sending a wave of arousal throughout his body—the quiet look of fascination on Orihime’s face was just the cherry on top.
“That's more like it. I think he's ready,” Uryu said, smirking slightly.
Uryu backed up to the end of the bed, supporting his head like Orihime had before. He was sandwiched between them again, a situation he'd never imagined was possible before today, but something he was quickly getting very used to.
“Kurosaki-kun, is it okay if I…”
He could feel something prodding at his entrance, slowly spreading him open. Gulping, he nodded at her, holding his legs wider for her.
Orihime didn't need any more approval than that, going straight into pushing the length inside him. He clenched his teeth, hissing. This definitely wasn't smaller than Uryu.
“I–Inoue,” Ichigo stammered, “slow d–down a bit.”
“Oh! Sorry.”
Ichigo closed his eyes and sighed as Orihime pressed deeper inside him at a much more manageable pace, feeling himself stretching out to accommodate the dildo’s size. His breaths came out as small whimpers as her hands moved to his thighs, holding him in place.
“Wow… it's really fitting inside.”
His face burned at her words, holding his breath. “…Did you expect it not to…?”
“N–no, um… well…” Orihime looked up at him shyly as she spoke. “I know I watched you when you were with Ishida-kun, but doing it myself feels so… different.”
Orihime being so shy and awkward while several inches deep inside him made for a funny contrast, but he could barely manage a chuckle with how full he felt. Uryu had a hand placed on his shoulder, his grip firm and comforting. It didn’t feel all too different from when Uryu was inside of him, although the lack of warmth made him flinch a bit.
“…Can I try moving now?”
Ichigo took a deep breath. “…Yeah. Yeah.”
Orihime began by moving back and forth shallowly, but became bolder when he responded with encouraging little moans. His cock bounced back with each movement, helpfully reminding him that this was turning him on way more than he'd expected.
“Ngh… hah—”
When she shifted her hips against him, the new angle made him cry out in pleasure, inadvertently wrapping his legs around her in an attempt to ground himself. His reaction seemed to egg Orihime on, because she reached forward to grab his waist and thrusted harder inside him, making him see stars.
“Wai— wait, Inoue—!”
He futilely grabbed at anything he could, balling the sheets with one hand and locking fingers with Uryu with the other.
“Ah… hah…!”
Ichigo groaned painfully as he was plowed into relentlessly, feeling like he'd already climaxed several times over. His hole felt so abused and yet somehow Orihime continued to find new spots to target—he let out a choked breath as she squeezed his prostate once again.
Then suddenly, Orihime stopped for a moment, her own breathing frantic as well.
“Ishida-kun, do you… want to join us too?”
Uryu swallowed so hard Ichigo could hear it.
“What do you mean…?”
“I think,” she said, biting her lip, “there might be enough space for both of us here.”
Ichigo’s heart felt like it dropped to his stomach and skipped a beat at the same time.
“You're… you're kidding, right? I’m already at my limit here…”
“Mmm, I don't think so… I think two might be alright.”
Ichigo’s face burned as Orihime spread his entrance out a bit more with her fingers.
“I…” Orihime started, leaning closer to Ichigo's face. Her hair was a mess, sticking to parts of the sweaty skin on her face, and her lips were swollen red, and she was the most beautiful Ichigo had ever seen her. “I want to see more sides of you, Kurosaki-kun.”
“Urk—!”
Uryu adjusted his glasses and said, “Are you going to be alright, Kurosaki?”
“I’m not! I said I’m already—”
“I was asking if you have any serious concerns,” Uryu replied flatly. “You're not convincing anyone with that grin sneaking in.”
Now that the idea had been brought up, he couldn't help but be curious about it, as well. Half of him wanted to refuse, feeling as stretched out as he could possibly be already, but the other half welcomed the challenge. Getting his back blown out by two of his best friends would probably be worth the risk.
“I mean, I admit it sounds really hot, but just… don't ruin my ass beyond repair, alright?”
Uryu scoffed. “You survived a hole being blasted straight through your chest. I think you’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, and I’d rather not have to go through that shit ever again!”
“Okay, we’ll be careful.” Orihime giggled. “But I agree with Ishida-kun. It's hard to imagine something like this seriously hurting you.”
“I don't know what correlation that has with me taking it up the ass…” grumbled Ichigo, scratching his head. “But okay, fine. So we're doing this.”
“Mmhm.”
“Yep!”
Ichigo turned around on his stomach. “You guys can figure out the logistics. I feel like my brain’s already turned to mush.”
“Hmm… maybe it’d be best for Ishida-kun to be underneath, and then I'll be behind you. Does that work?”
Uryu nodded and moved beside Ichigo, gesturing at him with a slight lift of his chin. He resisted the urge to tell Uryu not to treat him like a dog—it wasn't as if it was the first time, anyway.
He settled on top of Uryu, purposefully grinding his hips against Uryu’s to rub their cocks together. He was already half-hard—probably from watching Ichigo get railed by Orihime, he realised.
“You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you?”
“I could say the same for you. I knew you were a bit of a slut, but this is on another level.”
“Hah?!” Ichigo’s cheeks burned as he propped himself up, the slight ache in his ass not helping his case. “What are you— I don't want to hear that from someone who begged me to let you fuck me after I’d gotten a girlfriend!”
“I–I did not beg! And either way, you were the one who agreed to it!” Uryu’s face turned red as well, his glasses going lopsided before he fixed them up again.
“Gimme a break. You were obviously the one who wanted it more,” Ichigo retorted, shuffling his position so that his ass was rubbing against Uryu’s dick. He watched as Uryu’s expression turned from incredulity to reluctant arousal as Ichigo teased his length.
Uryu groaned. “Look who's talking…”
He slid his hands over Ichigo’s back, tracing over the slight curve in his waist. Ichigo licked his lips and used a hand to push Uryu’s tip inside him. He was plenty stretched out by now, easily taking his entire length in one go. Exhaling steadily, he pressed his forehead against Uryu’s and gently bit his bottom lip.
They couldn't resist diving into each other's mouths again, drawn to each other like opposite poles of a magnet. Ichigo hummed affirmatively as Uryu slammed his hips down against him, relishing in the pleasant fullness.
They parted as quickly as they came, gasping for air.
“Let's see how long you can keep up that attitude,” Uryu muttered right as Ichigo felt something cool dripping onto his ass. Lube, and lots of it. Probably a good idea.
“Try to relax, Kurosaki-kun.”
Her voice did little to calm him down like it usually did, all of his nerves standing on edge as he felt the second intrusion approaching, squeezing into what little space there was remaining. Ichigo took deep breaths, trying to keep his voice from shaking as it slowly forced him open; more open than he'd ever thought was possible.
He let out a painful grunt as the tip of the dildo barely made it inside of him, his thighs trembling as his muscles tensed up. For all of Uryu’s smack talk, he looked genuinely worried about him, though the intensity in his eyes betrayed the real desire lying underneath.
“Just a little bit more…”
Uryu was starting to look strained too, his brows furrowing and his grip on Ichigo tightening. It had to feel just as tight for him, having to share Ichigo like this.
“Hah… gh, fuck…”
It felt like he’d been tensing for ages, just waiting for the length to fill him entirely. It almost seemed like the heat was reaching his stomach with how full he felt, and it was still going.
Just then, he felt Orihime lean over him, her soft chest resting on his back. She let out a small sigh on his skin.
“…Still doing okay?” She asked.
“S–somehow, yeah…”
“I knew you could do it,” she whispered, and the tinge of pride in her voice made the heat inside him grow even stronger. “You're doing so well.”
Ichigo moaned embarrassingly loud, the double gut punch of Orihime praising him and the slight movement as she leaned back again too much for him right now. It was all too much.
“…Kurosaki.”
That was all the warning he got before Uryu jerked his hips up, the combined force of the two lengths inside him knocking the wind out of him. He erupted in a flurry of moans and whimpers as they continued to move against him—it felt like his organs were being pushed aside to make room for the both of them, and every little movement made his entire body shake.
“Gah—! Ah, fuck, I—”
Ichigo felt his eyes welling up with tears as his prostate was assaulted again and again, his mouth now unable to articulate anything but a string of vague cursing. He could barely even make out how aroused he was, the sensations keeping him at a state of constant, mind-numbing pleasure.
He couldn't even tell if the other two were making any noise with how loud his own voice was—it’d have been embarrassing to hear if he wasn't being fucked so hard he couldn't even stop for a moment to think about that.
“Kurosaki-kun—!”
“Grk… Kurosaki…!”
And then all of a sudden it was over; thick hot cum filled up all the crevices inside him and trickled down to his thighs, and he was pretty sure he'd spilled all over himself as he orgasmed so hard his mind had gone blank. He felt Orihime slide out of him, followed by Uryu, and what felt like a stream of cum spurting out of his gaping hole.
Something began beeping for a bit, and stopped after a couple of seconds.
“Oh!” Orihime exclaimed. “Happy birthday, Kurosaki-kun.”
“What ridiculous timing…” Uryu sighed. “Happy birthday, Kurosaki.”
Ichigo blinked a couple of times before he felt lucid enough to speak again.
“…I’m going to spend my whole birthday in bed at this rate.”
“Don't worry, we can accompany you!” Orihime smiled.
“By ‘bed’, do you mean my bed?” Uryu sighed. “I don't feel like I’m being given much of a choice here.”
“Deal with it. You came in me twice.”
“So…” Orihime said, “how was it?”
Ichigo turned to her, brushed the hair out of his eyes and smiled.
“…I think I’ll need to try it a few more times to tell.”