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Dawn is a distant dream on the horizon when Akihiko stirs.
Grey light hits his face through a tiny gap in the curtains, and he turns his face back into the pillow with a huff. Way too early. What had even woken him up?
There’s a bundle of heat behind him, and he can just dimly make out Haruka’s soft, snuffling breaths through the haze still clouding his mind. Still fast asleep like Akihiko wishes he was. He yawns into his pillow, rearranging sleep stiff limbs into a more comfortable position as he tries to drift back off. It’s a rare day off and they don’t have any plans, might as well make the most of it and stay in bed until they can’t any longer.
Akihiko smiles softly to himself as images of a lazy day begin to populate his drowsy mind. Cleaning the apartment, running errands, all the other dreary little tasks that they were never warned would come with adulthood, all of that could wait; summer was over and autumn had started to creep in, and their bed was so, so warm and inviting….
He’s almost passed back to dreamland when he notices it. At first he thinks he’s imagining things, surely it’s just the shifting of sheets and blankets with his movements, or weird little false signals from his half asleep brain, but then he feels it again — something firm digging into his back.
It doesn’t hurt or anything, but he blinks back into wakefulness when it comes again; hesitant almost, like whatever it is is making every effort not to disturb him. Well, too late for that.
He yawns hugely and hears a quiet sigh from behind him; Haruka responding even in his sleep, too cute. However, there is a conspicuous lack of response from the other occupant of their bed.
Akihiko narrows his eyes at the wall.
“Hayato….” he doesn’t raise his voice above a whisper, just in case.
Whatever had been pressing against his back suddenly withdraws, and Akihiko feels more than hears the drawn breath at realizing he’s been caught.
“Sorry, did I wake you up?” comes the whisper back.
Akihiko sighs, rolling over with a grunt of effort, “It’s fine, I —”
He stops abruptly at the sight that greets him.
Being the earliest riser among the three meant that Hayato normally slept on the edge of the bed, an arrangement that they had all worked out in silent agreement. Neither Haruka nor Akihiko particularly cared to be crawled over or accidentally jabbed somewhere sensitive first thing in the morning so Hayato could get out to meditate in peace. They didn’t even have to think about it anymore, it just sort of happened naturally, even if they started the night in different positions.
But they had been a little…..well. Enthusiastic the previous night, and there was always a first time for everything, and realistically it was only a matter of time until even the most well laid out routine went astray.
Still, even with all of that, Akihiko has to pinch his mouth to stop himself from laughing aloud.
Hayato is laid out on his back like normal, though he’s got the blankets shoved down and one his elbows propped up like he’s trying to push himself out of bed; that would explain what had woken Akihiko up. Their bed isn’t overly large and they have never needed it to be with their usual sleeping arrangements, but this, really, it was too much. Hayato should have been more than capable of getting out of bed on his own even with the two of them surrounding him, probably could have managed it with only some light jostling and grumbling as he extricated himself from the cradle of their bodies.
Akihiko feels his shoulders start to shake, his stomach tight as he holds in his mirth.
Haruka has slept on his side for as long as Akihiko has known him, and last night was no exception. This time though….
One of his arms is wrapped around the pillow that he and Hayato are currently sharing, hand curled loosely in the pale green slip. His other arm has somehow snaked its way up and under Hayato’s sleep shirt, exposing his stomach and the thin, fine trail of reddish hair below his navel. Both of Haruka’s legs are locked around one of Hayato’s, and Akihiko watches as they squeeze tighter when Hayato attempts to move again, Haruka’s eyebrows furrowing in his sleep.
Hayato drops his head back down onto the pillow, craning his neck toward Akihiko. His right eye is hidden by his hair but the left gives him a pleading look.
“Aki-kun. A little help?”
Akihiko could help him. Really, he should be a good boyfriend and free Hayato from this most terrible predicament he’s found himself in. The pillow under his head is really, really soft though, plush and warm, and above Haruka’s steady breathing he can hear a gentle rain start to patter against the window. A chill seeps in with the blankets half off, and before Akihiko can think better of it he reaches down to pull it back in place and settle it securely across all three of them.
He shuffles closer until he’s pressed firmly against Hayato’s side, throwing his own arm over Haruka’s so as to help pin Hayato in place. Haruka’s expression softens into something serene.
Akihiko presses his forehead to Hayato’s, bumping their noses together affectionately.
“No.”
Why is it so freaking hot?
Akihiko forces his crusted eyes open, turning his head out of the damp pillow it had been buried in. Sweat gathers in his hair and beads on the back of his neck, his thin sleep shirt glued to his skin. He becomes aware of a solid weight covering his left side, the arm and leg trapped underneath slowly filling with pins and needles. Whatever it holding him down is also giving off enough heat that — combined with being cocooned in the blankets as he is — gives Akihiko the impression that he's currently trapped inside an oven. No wonder he'd woken up.
He yawns, wiping the sweat from his forehead with free hand and tries to push himself up and out of bed.
He doesn't budge.
"…..Huh?"
He tries again.
Nothing. He still can't move.
Something tightens around his waist, and another weight settles across the back of his thighs.
What the….?
He turns his head to the left with no small amount of effort, and is rewarded for his trouble with a mouthful of two-toned hair.
…..Ah, well that explained everything.
Haruka is tucked snugly against his side, face buried in Akihiko's shoulder. Even the most minuscule movement makes him squeeze tighter and tighter around Akihiko, both of his arms now wrapped solidly around his chest, hands bunching in his shirt. The leg that had been pinning him down is now tangled between his knees, their ankles hooked. Akihiko can only hope that it stays down in that direction because if not then they'll have a more…pressing issue on their hands.
Akihiko can't help but let out an embarrassing squeaking sound as he tries fruitlessly to lever himself up once more and Haruka all but crushes the air out of him.
Haruka grumbles something in his sleep, Akihiko can feel his mouth moving against the fabric of his shirt.
He nudges Haruka's head with his nose, "Hey…"
Haruka doesn't so much as twitch.
It's getting even hotter under the blankets, their bodies stuck together from head to toe. How in the world is he not cooking alive? Akihiko is gonna need a shower once he's finally free from this cuddle prison. He tries to rouse Haruka again.
"Haruka…wake up…" he nudges as hard as he can, though it's a little tough with the angle.
This time he gets a slurred growl in response. Yes! Progress!
Akihiko tries once more to wriggle out of Haruka's hold, using every bit of leverage he has to try and claw his way out of the cage of Haruka's limbs. They've gradually loosened with Akihiko's floundering — fresh air and salvation are nearly within reach!
The bedroom door opens.
Akihiko yelps as all of Haruka's limbs tighten around him like a vice once more. At least he's not being crushed underneath him this time.
Lying on top of Haruka as he is now, Akihiko can see Hayato standing in the doorway with his hand on the knob as he gently closes it behind himself. He's dressed in fresh clothes and his cheeks are rosy, damp hair curling around his ears; Akihiko hadn't even heard the shower running. He's not wearing his earrings but he's already fixed his eyepatch in place, and his left eye doesn't leave Akihiko's face as he approaches their bed on near silent feet.
The mattress dips under his weight as he perches demurely on the edge of the bed.
"Good morning, Aki-kun." he says sweetly.
"Uh…morning…" Akihiko manages to gasp out.
Silence stretches between them for a few minutes. Somehow Haruka remains fast asleep, utterly oblivious to the tension growing in the air.
Is…is Hayato really gonna make him ask….?
Who is Akihiko kidding? Of course he is. Akihiko hopes he never changes.
He squeaks again as one of Haruka's hands finds its way unconsciously under the waistband of his boxers.
"Um….help?"
Hayato looks as though he's seriously contemplating Akihiko's request for a full thirty seconds. Then he smiles brightly, "But you look so comfortable!"
Actually, nevermind. Akihiko hates him. No kisses for at least a day.
"Hayato —"
A cool, slender finger lands on his lips, silencing him before he can deliver his ultimatum.
"Ah, ah, shhhh. We don't want to wake Haruka-kun now, do we? He's so cute when he's asleep."
Haruka hums at the mention of his name, but it's impossible to tell if he's confirming or denying Hayato's statement.
Hayato's weight moves off the bed and Akihiko watches helplessly as he retreats toward the door, calling softly behind him as he does so, "Don't hurry down for breakfast. A good sleep is important for a healthy lifestyle!"
Akihiko sticks his tongue out as the door clicks softly closed behind him, and then he just sighs fondly, settling down against Haruka and trying his best to get comfortable again.
There were worse ways to spend a morning.
It's cold when Akihiko wakes up.
This is unusual, if only for the fact that he distinctly remembers adding another blanket to their already overloaded bed last night before crawling underneath them and promptly falling asleep. There really was no sensation quite as luxurious as burying himself under a mountain of plush blankets and pillows when the cold seasons rolled around, staying toasty and warm in his little nest and sleeping soundly while the world turned unhurriedly around him….Actually, scratch that. Sharing his nest with someone — or rather two someones in particular — was the best feeling in the world. Everything else paled in comparison.
So given that this was his normal cold season routine, there was absolutely no reason for him to be waking up while it was still nearly pitch black outside, shivering and miserable under one measly blanket.
Someone in this household was a blanket thief, and Akihiko was going to do something about it. Fortunately for him there were only two potential suspects and they were very easy to track down. All Akihiko has to do is roll over.
He's about to do just that when he hears it: a quiet sigh, drawn out until it trails off into nothing.
He freezes instantly, eyes going wide in the dimness of their room. He waits a beat, two, but the sound doesn't come again. Maybe he imagined it, or maybe the other two were still soundly sleeping; Hayato was normally a very quiet sleeper but Haruka often made all sorts of (very adorable) little noises, especially if one of them had the audacity to move or speak or breathe while he was curled around them.
Well, if they're still sleeping he can just save the lecture about the importance of sharing with your partner who got cold very easily until it's properly morning. But for now though, he's still cold. He reaches behind himself and gropes around for his pilfered blankets.
The sound comes again, a little higher pitched this time, then is quickly silenced but the unmistakable wet smack of lips. Akihiko's hovering hand pauses in its search and he narrows his eyes in the gloom. Are they seriously….?
Hayato's voice floats over him a second later as if to confirm his suspicions.
"Haruka…kun, you have to keep quiet — ah!"
Hayato's breathy whisper cuts off sharply, an almost musical little gasp that has warmth pooling in Akihiko's belly. What must his face look like in that moment? What had happened? His eye must be wide and shining, soft lips parted in a perfect little "o" shape as Haruka's hands find his most sensitive spots. He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, withdrawing his hand just in time as the blankets rustle, the mattress creaking as the other two shift. There's more creaking, more slick sounds, and then they sigh together. He can almost perfectly picture them tangled around one another, hands roaming over taut, flushed skin, Haruka's cheeks red and his eyes bright. A gentle, genuine smile warming Hayato's face.
"You be quiet…." Haruka's voice is pitched low, scratchy and rough with sleep and obvious desire. It's enough that Akihiko finds the hand he had once been using to search for his blankets slowly creeping downward of its own volition.
That they're bickering even at a time like this, that Akihiko actually finds it arousing even….it's amazing what ten years of being together could do to a person.
They clearly think he's still asleep because even though their kisses grow more fervent, their panting quick and harsh, they still pause in between each choked off breath and sigh to snipe at the other about being too loud.
You're both too loud Akihiko thinks, biting his lip again and grinding the heel of his palm against his own growing erection as pressure starts to build. How did they expect him to just sleep through this, seriously?
One of them moans aloud (Haruka, he's 99% certain), and Akihiko gasps in spite of himself before immediately clamping his lips together.
The other two don't seem to notice, thankfully.
"Haruka-kun is…so…sensitive…." Hayato sounds terribly pleased with himself even in whispers (Akihiko silently thrills at guessing correctly), and then Akihiko nearly jumps out of his skin at a sudden, bitten off cry. Hayato, definitely.
The bed creaks as the other two move, the weight dipping the mattress close against Akihiko's back. He screws his eyes shut when a hand lands directly on the pillow in front of his face as one of them tries to steady himself.
Haruka's voice sounds close to his ear, "Show you who's sensitive."
They're still bickering!
He thinks he hears Hayato say something like "So mean sometimes." and then their laboured breathing is swallowed by the sound of more kissing, each one deeper and more intense than the last.
(Hands sliding through hair, nails digging into sweat damp skin as their lips find each other's over and over again.)
They seem less and less concerned with not waking him up with each passing second.
The sound of kissing is soon joined by other, wetter sounds, and Akihiko hears a barely concealed whine (Hayato) followed by a muffled curse (Haruka).
If Akihiko could tell his fifteen year old self that this is where he'd end up in ten years he would probably combust on the spot.
He's fully hard now, and after a second of agonizing deliberation he slides his hand inside his boxers to palm at his cock, gasping in time with Haruka's soft moans as he takes himself in hand and starts to stroke. Each sigh finds his hand surging up to stroke the head, every breathy moan finds him squeezing the base. He grips the sheets hard with his free hand, teeth digging painfully into his lip as he fights not to make any noises of his own.
Akihiko nearly has a good rhythm going when he notices that it's gone quiet. No shifting of the mattress, no sounds of pleasure from the other two. Just complete and utter stillness.
A chill that has nothing to do with the lack of blankets runs down his spine.
"…..Aki-kun? Are you awake?"
Akihiko flinches at suddenly being addressed. No point in hiding it now, though, "Uh, yeah….have been for a while now, haha…." he trails off.
The other two are quiet for what feels like an eternity. None of them move.
Finally, Akihiko steels himself and rolls over.
Haruka's left eye is brilliant even in the darkness of early morning. He's lying flat on his back with Hayato straddling him. His boxers have been shoved down and his cock lies hard and leaking against his stomach. Hayato's legs are bare, the buttons on his sleep shirt opened just enough to expose his lower half. The pale light of dawn has started to seep through the curtains, and with its help Akihiko can see the way his inner thighs glisten, his own dick poking out from underneath its hood. Akihiko's cock twitches at the sight of them, his stomach tensing.
All three of them stare each other down.
Eventually, Haruka breaks the silence.
"Why didn't you say somethin'?" his blush is near luminous, but Akihiko is grateful for his straightforwardness nonetheless.
"You were the ones trying not to wake me up!" he tosses back, "And! You stole all the blankets!"
Said blankets are in a pile near the foot of the bed, kicked down and off as they went at each other.
They exchange a look with each other before turning back to him, sheepish.
"Sorry…."
"Sorry, Aki-kun."
Akihiko just sighs. He can't even find it in his heart to be mad at them.
Sensing that they've been forgiven for the time being, Hayato climbs off of Haruka (Akihiko notes that his legs tremble just faintly when he moves) and slots himself on Akihiko's opposite side. Haruka slides over a moment later, plastering them together from shoulder to thigh.
Cool fingers alight on his chest, "You should have told us you were awake," Hayato says, tracing his hand down until he finds the hem of Akihiko's shirt, "We weren't trying to exclude you."
Akihiko covers his hand with his own as it starts to tug, "I know. Just, um…."
How exactly could he make this sound less weird? Though it wasn't like things weren't already weird.
"I….kinda liked listening, actually."
More than a little; his erection is still straining against the confines of his boxers. Getting to look at them when they went down on each other was already incredible, letting his imagination fill in the blanks was somehow even better. Who was doing what to whom? Whose voice was it that echoed through their little bedroom? Could he guess if it was a Haruka's hand or Hayato's mouth that drew out each particular sound? How well did he know his boyfriends?
"Oh?" Hayato says, surprise evident in his voice.
"Oh." Haruka echoes, sounding more than a little flustered.
"Um…" he tries to backtrack, only to find his mouth captured in a gentle kiss.
Hayato's mouth covers his, Haruka's hand settles on his hip. He tries to lean into both.
"We never finished." Hayato says when he pulls away, and is that a tremor Akihiko hears in his voice?
Akihiko gives him a quizzical look, "You know I'm awake now though."
"You can just pretend." Hayato reminds him.
Oh! Yeah. He closes his eyes.
None of them move, none of them make a sound. The silence stretches out for what feels like eternity.
Akihiko is just about to call the whole thing off when he finally hears a noise. Actually he feels it first, a shuddering against his side from where Haruka is pressed against him. His eyes fly open and he tilts his head over to look, suddenly concerned.
Haruka's smile lights up even the darkest room, and even a decade of knowing him will never make Akihiko tired of hearing his laughter.
"This is so stupid." he says between breaths, and Akihiko can't help but join in.
Then he turns so he can cup Haruka's face in one hand before sealing their mouths together.
Haruka jumps at the touch, his laughter trailing off into a moan as Akihiko probes the seam of his lips with his tongue. They're already supple and wet from kissing Hayato before; Akihiko can taste him with each swipe into Haruka's eager mouth. Haruka pushes back eventually, surging forward. Their teeth clack together awkwardly and Akihiko gasps out a breath before Haruka clamps down on his bottom lip to pull him back in, grinning into their kiss all the while. Akihiko arches his hips off the bed involuntarily as heat builds anew in his groin. Overhearing his boyfriends was great, sure, but this. This was —
"Ah!"
Haruka drinks down his sudden cry as Hayato's hand closes around his cock, stroking languidly.
"Where's my kiss?" he demands, hooking his chin over Akihiko's shoulder. His breath is hot next to Akihiko's ear, ghosting over his already overheated face.
His nails catch and drag on fragile skin and Akihiko bucks into his grip, whining against Haruka's mouth as Hayato's thumb presses down on the slit, precum spilling and easing the next pass of his hand. Well, if he's gonna be like that….
"You have to….hahhhh — wait your turn…."
Hayato's teeth close around his earlobe, tugging, clearly unsatisfied with his answer.
"Aki-kun~?"
He really has no right to sound so cute when they're in this position. Akihiko can perfectly picture what his face looks like, his eye big and round and pleading as he pouts.
"He said you gotta wait." Haruka sounds smug even as his voice quivers. Akihiko can feel his neglected cock twitching where it's pressed against his thigh as Haruka wraps his legs around it.
"You're just saying that because you're getting all the attention."
Akihiko sighs, equal parts fond and exasperated. They really could argue about anything.
"Just..just, relax," Akihiko grits out between pants, his eyes crossing, hips bucking violently as Hayato's hand moves down lower to squeeze his balls, heat and pressure coiling low in his belly, "I, I've got…hnnn! Two hands!"
"Eh?
"Huh?"
Their questioning noises turn into joint moans as Akihiko gets his hands on them a second later. Haruka swells and hardens further in his palm, already soaked with precum. Hayato's cock twitches at the graze of his skin, his hole spasming and clenching around his fingers as they slide in easily.
Akihiko screws his eyes shut as he concentrates on his coordination. Haruka's fingers dig painfully into his hip as he fucks up into the channel of his hand. His breath is hot against Akihiko's neck as he buries his face there.
Hayato's hand on his cock stutters in its movements with each press of Akihiko's fingers inside him, each pass between his folds; he'd been wet before but now Akihiko can feel slick dripping down his fingers as he scissors them, earning a shudder and a startled gasp. He cranes his head back toward Hayato and finds his mouth taken hungrily. The angle is a little painful but it's worth it to hear his eager little sighs, to taste Haruka on his tongue when they tangle together.
Akihiko wouldn't change this for the world.
Haruka's hand joins Hayato's on his cock and Akihiko's eyes fly open as they start to stroke together, clumsy at first (please don't start arguing about how to jerk me off!), but they find their rhythm soon after. Haruka's teeth sink into his neck as Akihiko's grip tightens around him and Hayato's thighs squeeze around his hand, his kisses getting rougher and rougher.
None of them last much longer.
Haruka and Hayato were already most of the way there from their own ministrations before, so that's no surprise, and with their joint efforts Akihiko can already feel himself teetering on the edge. The room fills with their gasps and moans, each choked out expletive only fueling their fervor.
Hayato breaks away from his mouth and Haruka's teeth lift from his neck and Akihiko can only whine as he watches the two of them try to devour each other above him, all desperation and no finesse. A string of pearly saliva shines between them when they finally part, connecting their kiss swollen lips for a brief second before it snaps and then their mouths are on his like they're starving. He jolts in their grasp, bucking helplessly against their combined weight on top of him.
Akihiko isn't really sure who comes first. He thinks it might be him, stars bursting in his vision as two tongues are shoved down his throat, as the heat and friction of two hands on his cock reaches nearly unbearable heights. A thumb presses down on his balls at the same time as a blunt nail presses into the slit at the head of his cock, and he trips into his orgasm with a sob of relief, hot cum splattering on his stomach and on the hands still working him over. Haruka's hips stutter as he follows suit, spilling in his hand at the same time as Akihiko curls his fingers up and inside Hayato, who breaks out of their three way kiss with a high, wordless sound as he rides Akihiko's fingers through his own climax.
At least they manage not to collapse on top of him.
The haze of sex settles over them as they lie together, sharing each other's air in the gradually brightening room as they come down from their respective highs. Haruka's face is back in his neck and Hayato's chin rests on top of his head. Both of their arms settle on his chest. Akihiko's hands and wrists had started to cramp near the end and now he lets them flop down to his sides, the other two jolting from the movement, drawing a low moan from Haruka and a quiet gasp from Hayato.
They'll have to get up soon. Hayato will want to meditate and Haruka's stomach will start complaining before too long, and then after meditation and breakfast, and arguing about whose turn it is to do the dishes, and if they should do the groceries before their other errands or have that be their last stop, then Akihiko will have to rally them to help him strip the bed and get the laundry started before they go anywhere.
Akihiko smiles to himself as he starts to drift off again, warmed to his very core even without the blankets by the two people currently surrounding him in a loving embrace, their steady breathing soothing whatever worries try to surface in his mind.
It's going to be a busy day, but that's alright. He couldn't have asked for a better start.