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It had been a long, long fucking day.
Every asshole with something to prove had been out in force today which had even been the reason why Shinso was working during the day in the first place. He'd been called in to help out with the sudden influx of bullshit. But, on the bright side, he now had the whole night and next day to himself.
He could crawl into bed with his cat and wait for his boyfriends to get home and-
Shinso opened the door to his apartment, ready to call out to his cat but he was shocked stupid, eyes wide and dufflebag dropped to the ground. Part of him thought that this was an inevitability, considering who his boyfriends were. The rest of him was wondering what Denki and Hanta did with the rest of their furniture.
Because instead of their couch, coffee table, and the usual chairs, a stripper pole extended from the ceiling to a red rug on the ground and one of Hanta's less ugly bean bag chairs had found life outside of the storage unit. Denki's fairy lights had been moved to the living room, casting the whole of it in a dim, blue glow.
Either this was something entirely too stupid for his sleep deprived brain to deal with right now or this was something meant to turn off his brain entirely for the sake of giving his awareness over to his dick. There was no in between with these two on a particularly scheme-filled sort of day.
The door was shut behind him and he turned to see Hanta, dressed in a gold and black vest and sinfully tight shorts with black boots up to his thighs. The taller man smirked at him, winking. "Hey babe, you're just in time for the party," he said, kissing Shinso on the cheek.
"Yeah he is," Denki stood in the doorway leading to the kitchen in a yellow mesh bodysuit that may or may not have been Mina's originally, a black jockstrap beneath, his nipple piercings glittering in the low light. "Wanna show him to his seat?"
"What is all this?" Shinso asked as Hanta dragged him to the bean bag, sitting down in it before dragging Shinso onto his lap.
Hanta kissed the side of his neck gently, making Shinso shiver just a little bit. "Denki and I noticed that you've been more stressed than normal lately," Hanta murmured into his ear, running a hand up under Shinso's shirt. "So we're gonna make you feel fucking amazing tonight, sweetheart."
"You got that right!" Denki said, sauntering into view, high black heels making his ass look fucking amazing . He pressed the sharp heel of the boot against the play button on their media player, tilting his head to look at the two of them, his blond hair cascading down toward the floor from the deep bend. "So sit back, relax," the button clicked and music thrummed through the room, energized and sexual, "and enjoy for us."
Shinso felt his skin heat up as Denki strode across the impromptu stage, curling his fingers around the pole and circling it, running his legs one over the other. It felt like the music was beating along with his heart, especially when Hanta bit his ear gently. Everything was so warm, Shinso could already feel his skin beginning to tingle from the feel of Hanta's wide hands on his thighs and the sight of Denki hooking his leg around the pole to spin.
"What even gave you two this idea?" Shinso breathed out, unable to deny the slowly growing erection in his pants as Denki climbed up the pole, sliding down it by cycling his legs, tilting his body back and fluttering his eyelashes at the two of them. Hanta whistled at the move, reaching behind himself to set something on the beanbag before tugging at Shinso's pants, struggling until Shinso shifted to help him out.
He felt fucking stupid sitting here in no pants but both his boyfriends were dressed like gogo dancers so he couldn't feel that weird.
Especially not when Hanta's hand wrapped around his cock and stroked the hardening length of it to the rhythm of the music, hunger reflected in Denki's eyes as he rolled his body against the pole, bent forward in front of them both. "Oh, we're just great boyfriends," Denki said, spreading his legs and grinding back against the pole with a moan, his own cock visibly hard in his jockstrap.
"And you know Denki's been taking that pole dance fitness class with Yaoyorozu and Jirou lately," Hanta said with a chuckle, "he totally wanted to show off for you. You know how much he loves it when he can get you worked up." He stroked Shinso slowly as he spoke, his own voice growing rougher. "I love it too, know he wants to dance on your pole."
Shinso groaned, both at the twist of Hanta's wrist and the stupid dad joke. Denki laughed and swung his body around, legs around the pole again as he hung upside down, reaching out to brush his fingers over the tip of Shinso's cock, making full eye contact, electric gaze gleaming as he licked the precum off his fingertips. God they were both so hot, it was really unfair.
He barely even flinched when Hanta pressed two slick fingers into him, Shinso just moaned and spread his legs wider, feeling the way Hanta's cock rocked against his back and the taller man moaned along with him. Clearly he wasn't as unaffected as he was pretending to be.
Denki grabbed the pole and bent forward, spreading his legs and reaching behind himself to spread one of his cheeks, showing off his already stretched and wet hole. "You boys having fun without me?" Denki purred, pressing a finger to it and in, moaning at the stretch. "Not fair, Hanta."
"I can't help it, babe," Hanta whined, working his fingers deeper into Shinso, stroking his cock faster and making the man in his lap moan, "you look so good up there and I wanted to get him ready for the next part, you know?"
"Not even done with this song and I'm already horny," Denki whined, pressing two fingers into himself, looking at the two of them with nothing but want, "you're so selfish, dude."
"Yeah well-"
"Could you two please shut the fuck up and fuck me? I am so tired and so hard right now that there is not enough blood in my brain to deal with you," Shinso moaned. He mentally patted himself on the back for not stuttering, despite the way Hanta's long, clever fingers curled into his prostate.
"You heard the man," Hanta said, laughing, kissing Shinso's neck in apology as he stood, shuffling them over and slicking up Shinso's cock. "He wants us to fuck him, baby," Hanta leaned down, kissing Denki softly before lining up Shinso's cock with the blond's hole, "so we should get to it."
Denki turned his head, reaching behind himself to pull Shinso into a deep kiss, moaning into his lips as Hanta led Shinso into pressing into him, thighs trembling at the intrusion. Shinso whined at the feeling. Fuck, it had been a while since they'd had time for more than just a few blowjobs and handjobs between them. Denki felt like heaven around his cock, hot and slick, it was almost like he'd forgotten.
Then he felt Hanta pushing into him and he broke the kiss, hands scrambling to grab Denki's hips to hold him still as he was filled up. The drag and burn of that slick cock filling him up had his head spinning, his own thighs shaking in the same way that Denki's did. Hanta was just so fucking long , rubbing perfectly against his inner walls at the same time Denki clenched down and Shinso moaned loudly.
"That's it, baby," Denki moaned, using his grip on the pole to rock his hips back, shoving Shinso further onto Hanta's cock before pulling forward, the other two chasing him. "Just give into it, let us fuck you stupid."
"You work so hard," Hanta breathed, caressing Shinso's sides, pressing into him harder, slowly working into a rhythm between the three of them. "Let us make you feel good." He bit at Shinso's ears, little shocks of pained pleasure moving down his spine.
Denki moaned and rocked back harder, bringing one of Shinso's hands to his chest, arching into the touch. "So fucking good for us," Denki whined, goading them into a faster pace, clearly worked up and ready for more, "you're so good for us, your co-cock feels so fucking good in me."
"You're so tight on me," Hanta moaned in his ear, fucking them harder, deeper, rubbing against Shinso's prostate on every other thrust and making him see stars. "I feel like I'm melting every time I fuck you."
The praise and affection bled into Shinso's brain and was converted into pure sensation. He fucked, he was fucked, he was filled and doing the filling, his body locked in this ever heightening state of pure need as he was given more and more. Denki and Hanta moaned for him, whined and rocked against him, pulling louder and louder noises from his own throat.
Denki moaned to be filled, Hanta begged to fill him. Shinso felt nothing but the sheer ecstatic joy to be between the men he loved, pouring every inch of himself into both of them, having their pleasure fill him. They'd set up this whole stunt for him , worked this hard to make him happy and warm and pleasured and fuck it was almost overwhelming.
Hanta's hips snapped forward harder, faster, Denki losing the power of speech and bending forward, reaching into his body suit to jerk his cock with a wail and Shinso could not have lasted like this. Not like this, so thoroughly loved and fucked and-
Shinso buried his face between Denki's shoulders, hips trembling as he came hard, Hanta's relentless thrusts holding them all up as Denki screamed over the edge, the pole sparking in his grip and Hanta was not far behind them, groaning out his love and devotion as he filled Shinso to the brim.
They slumped to the ground in a sticky heap, groaning and whining through the aftershocks, Hanta and Denki cuddling up to either side of Shinso in the aftermath, covering his face in kisses and rubbing his sides. Shinso breathed through the wreckage of his mind before looking at the two of them, trading soft kisses for a moment.
"Where did you two put our couch?" he asked after a moment and Denki shrugged.
"Oh, I put it on the fire escape," Denki said, nodding and even Hanta jerked up and stared.
"HOW?!" Hanta shouted and Shinso snorted, covering his mouth before bursting into laughter.
Fuck it.
He'd figure out how to get the couch back in when morning came.
He had another few rounds in him.
"Gonna show me the rest of the dance, Denki?" Shinso asked, kissing his cheek and the blond lit up, Hanta laughing into his shoulder.
Yeah. It could definitely wait.