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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi_Pedal
  Relationship:
      Arakita_Yasutomo/Fukutomi_Juichi/Shinkai_Hayato, Arakita_Yasutomo/
      Fukutomi_Juichi, Arakita_Yasutomo/Shinkai_Hayato
  Character:
      Arakita_Yasutomo, Fukutomi_Juichi, Shinkai_Hayato
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome, Blow_Job, Anal_Sex, Spitroasting
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-05 Words: 2931
****** In Deep ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Words and feelings are complicated to explain, but bodies help... and
     so does Shinkai.
Notes
     This was a fill for the yowapeda_kink meme over at dreamwidth! OP
     requested ShinFukuAra threesome with dicks shoved deep in Arakita's
     throat and ass, and i was more than happy to oblige. Contains vague
     references to Spare Bike 8. Enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
Arakita hated to admit that his mind had been restless recently, filled with
all sorts of scenarios and daydreams ever since Shinkai had approached him that
one afternoon and told him that Fukutomi liked people of his type, so used to
his behavior successfully pushing people away.
It was hard to believe that the stern faced cyclist harbored anything but hate
for him at first, but the more time he spent at the club room following
Fukutomi's training regimen, and the more he talked with Shinkai, the easier it
was to tell himself that maybe they seriously were interested in him.
But even harder to believe was that Arakita had allowed himself to get dragged
into Shinkai's dorm room, where Fukutomi was already sitting on the bed, highly
focused in the novel he had been reading for homework. Shinkai kicks some snack
wrappers out of the way and takes a seat on his desk chair, leaning back on it
and watching as Fukutomi puts his novel aside to look at Arakita, who's
standing awkwardly near the door and glaring at Shinkai with murderous intent.
He hadn't known them for long, yet Shinkai always seemed to know what he was
thinking, never bothered by his harsh words and always telling Arakita the
things he couldn't even admit wanting to hear the most. One of those things
being that Fukutomi was interested in him, and Arakita still remembers the
warmth rushing up his face and his distress when he first heard Shinkai saying
it. From that moment, he allowed himself to think that maybe there were more
reasons as to why he had approached Fukutomi first that day, or came to the
bicycle club, reasons which Shinkai had probably discerned before Arakita could
even do so himself.
"Why the fuck did I come here." Arakita breaks the silence first, turning
around and grabbing the door handle before the two others could see his
flustered face, but stops when he hears a firm, "Wait."
He turns around hesitantly, daring a glance at Fukutomi, only to realize that
his face was much more red than the usual and that sweat might even be
trickling down his neck despite his perpetually stiff face. It makes Arakita
wonder just what Shinkai had told his best friend, but before he has any time
to ask questions, Fukutomi continues talking.
"Arakita. Do you... Would you... Could you please." Arakita cocks an eyebrow
and lets go of the door knob, slightly amazed at how the one he called iron
mask up until recently was stumbling on his words. "Come here."
Arakita can feel a tingling sensation at the pit of his stomach from what
accidentally came out sounding like an order, turning around to see Fukutomi
grabbing handfuls of bed sheets nervously and staring right at Arakita, who
immediately avoids his eyes to look at Shinkai instead, smiling wide and
clearly trying to hold back a laugh towards his friends.
"Shit." is all Arakita says before walking towards the bed, standing in front
of Fukutomi with his arms crossed, unsure of what he came here to do. Shinkai's
voice answers him from behind, "What Juichi means to say is that he'd like you
to blow him."
"I don't need an interpreter, Shinkai." Arakita's ears redden from their
exchange, and he shouts in surprise when he feels strong hands grabbing his
waist. He swallows nervously, uncrossing his arms and letting them fall to his
sides, waiting for any sort of reassurance from Fukutomi that this wasn't some
kind of bad joke. "Do you want to do it?"
Arakita fumbles his hands around, gripping at his own pants, clenching his
fists, unsure of what to do or how to answer. So he holds eye contact with
Fukutomi for a while, both of their faces red, before mumbling a simple
"Whatever." and getting on his knees.
Shinkai props his elbows up and places his chin in his hands, watching
attentively as Arakita unfastens Fukutomi's belt and lowers his trousers with
shaky hands. It wasn't his first time doing this, but all he had experienced
before were quick flings, people who shoved themselves in his mouth and never
talked to him again. That was what Arakita preferred anyways, and it was all he
thought he needed, at least until he met people he actually liked, and who
perhaps liked him too.
He clicks his tongue in response to his own thoughts and hesitantly slides his
hand across Fukutomi's inner thighs, still clothed because he was too
embarrassed to slide his pants any further down. Arakita brings his other hand
to Fukutomi's crotch, his thumb shaking slightly as it presses against the
bulge in his underwear. The lack of sound worries him for a moment and he looks
up, only to see Fukutomi staring at him intently, his face not any different
than the usual aside from how obviously red he was.
Arakita's mouth twists into a smirk and he leans forward, pressing his lips
against Fukutomi's underwear in a quick peck before running his thumb along the
outline of his dick slowly, and watching in amusement as it presses against the
fabric of his briefs. He can see a damp spot forming where the head is and
presses his mouth against it, warmth rushing to his own crotch when he hears a
groan coming from above him. Arakita pulls back and sits on his knees again,
looking at Fukutomi's slightly gaping mouth as he takes off his own shirt,
feeling too hot to keep it on. He enjoys the way Fukutomi's eyes trail up his
torso and he makes sure to take all of his time pulling up his shirt, his face
still flushed but less hesitant now that Fukutomi showed so much interest in
him, and appreciating the attention from both sides.
Shinkai who was still on his chair but shifting in his seat, as fascinated by
his best friend's flustered expression than he was by Arakita's back, his spine
prominent and his skin fair aside from a few scarred scratches and beauty
marks. Arakita throws his shirt aside and Shinkai realizes just how tight his
own underwear was starting to feel as he watches him swaying his hips while
crawling back towards Fukutomi, and he turns to his desk's drawer, pulling out
condoms and a bottle of lube.
Arakita slips his fingers into the waistband, sliding down Fukutomi's
underwear, his eyes widening unevenly and a chuckle escaping his lips as he
sees Fukutomi's cock. He wraps his hand around the base of the shaft and looks
up, smiling at how one of Fukutomi's hands has finally let go of the sheets,
only to press against his own mouth, his eyes still focused on Arakita.
He leans forward and is about to graze his tongue up the underside of
Fukutomi's dick when he feels a hand grabbing his hips from behind, turning his
head around to meet Shinkai's lowered pants. Arakita cocks an eyebrow at him,
both impressed by the size of his dick and curious about his action. Shinkai
caresses his sides and leans down, his oversized shirt brushing Arakita's bare
back and he can feel Shinkai's warm breath on his neck, his voice low near his
ears, "Yasutomo... Can I?"
Arakita growls in response, thrusting his hips backwards invitingly, feeling
Shinkai's dick rub against the fabric of his shorts. They're pulled down along
with his underwear soon after and Arakita gasps, arching his back as Shinkai
grazes his lips between his shoulder blades. His attention is brought back to
Fukutomi when he feels fingers caressing the back of his head, and he
instinctively reaches up to push the hand away, usually hating it when people
touch his hair. But Fukutomi's fingers are gentle against his scalp and Arakita
stops in his tracks, finding the sensation strangely pleasant. To make it
worse, Shinkai leaves a trail of kisses down his spine, and Arakita feels so
embarrassed, unused to this kind of attention.
He figures the best way to hide his flustered face would be to focus on the
dick in front of him, grabbing the shaft again and slowly licking up its
length. Fukutomi firmly grabs Arakita's arm with his free hand, holding him up
as Shinkai makes him stand on all fours, spreading his legs open. Arakita
circles his tongue around the tip of Fukutomi's dick and groans as he feels
Shinkai's hands brushing the back of his thighs, massaging what little ass he
has before spreading his cheeks, thumbs stroking close to his entrance.
Arakita wraps his lips around Fukutomi's dick in an attempt to not let himself
get too distracted by Shinkai's warm touch, sliding his hands up and down the
shaft before attempting to take it deeper into his mouth. Fukutomi's fingers
are massaging Arakita's short hair reassuringly, who jerks his hips as he feels
a wet finger circle around his hole. "Let me know what you like."
Arakita wants to shout that he can't do that with a cock in his mouth, but it's
a muffled moan that answers for him when a finger pushes into him. Shinkai
chuckles and rotates his finger, stroking every inch of Arakita's entrance, who
groans in response without even realizing that the sounds he was making were
stimulating Fukutomi as well. He runs his thumb along the underside of
Fukutomi's dick and slides his tongue around it, the fingers in his hair
pressing down slightly, encouraging him to take more into his mouth.
Shinkai is starting to grow impatient as well, slipping two more fingers in,
bending forward to kiss the small of Arakita's back and circling his fingers in
his ass, making him moan at the back of his throat some more. Arakita can feel
his arm shaking, barely able to hold himself up anymore, but Fukutomi tugs his
arm up right on time, placing Arakita's hand against his thighs and fumbling to
grab him by the wrist. Shinkai wraps his own free arm around Arakita's waist,
pushing their bodies towards each other, his erection pressing against the back
of Arakita's thigh as he slides a fourth finger inside him.
Arakita gasps and sways his hips backwards, Shinkai caressing his stomach and
Fukutomi's fingers pushing against the back of his head. He slides his lips
further down, taking more of the length in, but his eyes widen in surprise when
Fukutomi moves his hand from Arakita's wrists to his own hands, intertwining
their fingers. It's yet another weird and unfamiliar feeling, his fingers so
small and frail in Fukutomi's large calloused palms, but he doesn't try pulling
away. He looks up instead, half of Fukutomi's dick in his mouth as their eyes
meet, and he's still as red as ever, sweat dampening the collar of his shirt
and his mouth gaping as he breathes heavily.
Fukutomi is the first to break eye contact, looking towards Shinkai as he
stands up. Arakita whines despite himself as Shinkai's fingers come out of him,
hungry for more and too deep into his arousal to think about losing face. Not
to mention that the arm around his waist and the hand resting against his own
were causing strange sensations in his chest, making him think that maybe he
didn't have to think so hard when he's with these two.
His train of thought is stopped short as Shinkai lifts his hips up with one
hand, guiding his dick into Arakita with the other. Arakita yelps and lets go
of the cock in his mouth, turning around to watch as Shinkai carefully slides
his erection in, his cheeks red and his brows furrowed in a face Arakita had
never seen coming from him before. Shinkai raises his hand up to his face to
push his bangs out of the way, changing his expression back into a smile again
as his eyes meet Arakita's, his handsome features causing a tingle to run down
Arakita's spine.
Shinkai thrusts his hips lightly before leaning down, sliding his hand up
Arakita's sides and massaging his shoulder for a moment before putting his hand
to the back of his neck. Arakita's breath gets caught in his throat in
surprise, quivering as Shinkai wraps his fingers around his neck and traces his
jaw before slipping his fingers into Arakita's mouth, who moans and pushes his
ass unto Shinkai, making him gasp in turn. Fukutomi tightens his grip on
Arakita's hand and caresses his short hair as he watches his best friend
thrusting into him, Shinkai's face close enough to his own for their breath to
mingle together.
Shinkai uses his fingers to spread Arakita's mouth open, pressing against his
teeth and guiding him over Fukutomi's cock, pushing him down on it. Fukutomi
moans for the first time since they started, surprisingly loud and making
Shinkai laugh while Arakita glides his lips along the shaft, lightly grazing
his teeth against the underside. Shinkai moves both of his hands back to
Arakita's hips, grabbing them firmly and burying his dick deeper into him,
groaning at how tight his ass feels around him. He watches the scene under him
attentively, Arakita licking along the slit of Fukutomi's head before taking
him in his mouth again, carefully sliding his dick in and out a few times, his
hand moving down to fondle his neglected balls.
Fukutomi pushes against the back of Arakita's head and encourages him to take
more in, his need increasing as he watches Shinkai pull out slightly before
thrusting back in, slightly rougher each time. The moans around him are just as
pleasurable as the feeling of his dick stroking the back of Arakita's throat,
and he squeezes his hand tighter. Shinkai moves one of his hands to grab
Arakita's ass, his touch harsher than before, groaning Arakita's first name as
he pushes himself the deepest he can, the sound of their skin slapping
together.
Arakita has trouble thinking straight by now, his mouth around a dick, his own
erection quivering against the cold air, his ass getting pounded, his fingers
intertwined with someone else's. He was enjoying himself way too much, and
couldn't even believe this was happening in the first place. He lets the other
two take full control, Shinkai grabbing his hips so tightly he can tell he'll
have bruises in the morning, Fukutomi pushing down on his head and Arakita
surprises himself with how deep he could take him in.
Fukutomi attempts to warn the others that he was close to coming but only
manages to spill out gibberish, and Arakita pulls back in surprise at the
sudden gush against his throat, the rest of Fukutomi's cum splattering on
Arakita's chin and neck, trickling down to his chest. Arakita coughs and
Fukutomi whispers a breathy "Sorry."
He lets go of Arakita's hand and cups his cheek instead, but before he has time
to wipe away his cum, Arakita smirks and runs his tongue along his own lips,
tasting Fukutomi and swallowing what he could while looking right into his
eyes. Shinkai lets them have this moment of playful intimacy before moving his
hands to Arakita's chest, lifting him up so they're both standing, caressing
along his torso and kissing the back of his neck and shoulders before pushing
him towards the bed.
Fukutomi lets himself fall on his back as Arakita bends over the bed, his hands
on each side of Fukutomi's shoulders. Shinkai moves one of his hands towards
Arakita's dick, giving Fukutomi a good view as he slides his thumb over the
head, the rest of his fingers enough to grab the entire length of the shaft.
Arakita moans as Shinkai starts thrusting into him again, his eyes glued to
Fukutomi under him, enjoying the way he was paying so much attention to him and
how each sound he made altered his expression, so pleased to finally see more
of him than his usual stern face.
Shinkai slides his hand along Arakita's dick at the same rhythm as he pushes
himself into his ass, the sound of his skin slapping against Arakita's and the
latter's loud moans filling the room. Fukutomi grabs Arakita's small waist as
he continues watching him, tempted to kiss his lips if only to stop him from
making so much sound. But he doesn't even have time to ask if he can do so that
Arakita lets out a high-pitched whine, making all three of them embarrassed as
Shinkai pulls out and fumbles to take his condom off with one hand, his other
still on Arakita's dick.
He throws the rubber on the floor and slides his cock between Arakita's ass
cheeks feverishly before coming with a moan, spilling his cum all over
Arakita's lower back. He climaxes soon after as well, so responsive to the
spunk covering his face and back, to Shinkai's hands around his dick, to
Fukutomi's hands grabbing his waist and his whole body quivers as he stains
Fukutomi's shirt.
Arakita wants to pull away immediately but his legs give out, falling on top of
Fukutomi while Shinkai lies down on his side next to them. They take a while to
catch their breath, and when Arakita thinks he has enough energy to get up and
avoid more embarrassment, Fukutomi wraps his arm around Arakita's shoulders and
holds him close, burrowing his nose in his short hair. Arakita grumbles but
doesn't struggle anymore, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the warm
feeling tingling down his spine as Shinkai caresses his back. Feelings really
were weird, but maybe there were occasions where they weren't such a bad thing.
End Notes
     Thank you for reading :-) I'll try fixing up my other fills and
     drabbles and posting them here sometimes...
     Must spread the ShinAra and FukuAra...
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