Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/10949478.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      モブサイコ100_|_Mob_Psycho_100
  Relationship:
      Hanazawa_Teruki/Minegishi/Shimazaki, Minegishi/Shimazaki_(Mob_Psycho_100)
  Character:
      Minegishi_(Mob_Psycho_100), Shimazaki_(Mob_Psycho_100), Hanazawa_Teruki
  Additional Tags:
      Threesome_-_M/M/M, Age_Difference, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Oral_Sex,
      Double_Penetration
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-20 Words: 5100
****** and sadistically it makes me happy ******
by derogatory
Summary
     Shimazaki is all harsh, toned angles, made more apparent by the
     contrast of Hanazawa's gaudy, neon appearance. They're poorly
     arranged together, Minegishi thinks, like a beginner's flower
     arrangement, trying to gather up the boldest set of blooms. There
     needs to be a third element, a tapering effect that mutes the
     intensity of the others.
     He pushes a lock of hair behind his ear. A passive, calming element.
     That might as well be him.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
"Will you help me fuck Shimazaki?" Minegishi asks blithely over tea.
For a self-proclaimed genius esper, Hanazawa seems pretty caught off guard by
the request.
"What?" Hanazawa finally manages to say through his coughs and sputters, hand
against his chest.
"Exactly what I said." Minegishi continues, "I'd like your help with fucking
Shimazaki." Hanazawa's eyes are wide. "Honestly. Do you think I asked you here
just to be friends?"
Minegishi bristles under the assumption. What other possible reason would he
have to spend time with some teenager? The Super 5 may have been disbanded
thanks to the efforts of Hanazawa and his compatriots, but that hardly meant
Minegishi was eager to line up and make nice with their do-gooder troupe. He
was already suspicious of their efforts to cozy up to Serizawa. You disrupted
our lives, he wants to tell every esper youth that took the President down. You
saved the world, and without any other choice, we helped you; what else is
there left for us to do together?
Minegishi supposes he has to amend that. 'What else could they do together?'
Shimazaki apparently.
He drums his fingers impatiently against his thigh.
Hanazawa's mouth is a thin, unhappy line. "What's wrong with being friends?"
Even when he's unsettled, half choked on tea, the kid still looks put together.
Like a perfect bouquet, arranged with precision and care. Minegishi wants to
clench his fist around the buds and tear every petal loose.
"If you think I want to be friends with you, you're more like that Kageyama kid
than I thought." Minegishi doesn't mean it as a compliment but Hanazawa looks
pleased anyway.
Hanazawa lifts the cup of tea back to his lips, carefully glancing around the
room.
"Why are you asking me this?"
"Just think of it as me asking for your help." Minegishi is fed up with this
line of questioning. A kid like Hanazawa should be flattered; not fishing for
more details. "Be a little more grateful."
"Grateful?'" Hanazawa echoes and he smiles, inexplicably. Minegishi hates him.
"Maybe I'm not interested in that kind of thing."
"Of course you are." Just because his boyfriend is blind doesn't mean Minegishi
is; he's seen how Hanazawa looks at Shimazaki. Hanazawa has an open, honest
face, and in the few times they've run into one another, Minegishi can read him
like the rings on a tree. He likes Shimazaki, he's intrigued, he wants to fight
again, or something else, and it makes all the hair on Minegishi's arms stand
up to see Shimazaki looking back at Hanazawa the same way.
"And even if you're not," Minegishi concedes, "Think of it as payback for when
he kicked your ass." All at once the perfectly curated facade crumples and
Hanazawa looks feverish, off-balance and irritated. Just because Minegishi
mentioned his defeat. Minegishi hates him a little less.
But the timing of this is getting troublesome. Minegishi had planned on posing
the offer while Shimazaki was outside. After getting an enthusiastic agreement
from Hanazawa, they'd have the deed done before dinner. Now the clock is
ticking and this teenager with too much hair product and too bright clothes is
wasting time deliberating on an offer that's more than fair.
"I didn't come here to," Hanazawa pauses, considering his words, "Interfere
with someone else's relationship." Minegishi doesn't get what makes Hanazawa
think he's so benevolent. Minegishi knows him to his roots. Hanazawa fights
like someone with something to prove. He's worn down by the elements but still
growing, struggling, desperate for sunlight.
"He's like us," Shimazaki had said once, randomly bringing up his fight with
Hanazawa. "Teru's trying to make up for rotten stuff he used to do." It must be
a part of Shimazaki's ability, staring deep into the inner workings of a
person. If he can do that, then he must be able to see what this does to
Minegishi, these pointed references to someone younger and better looking,
possibly stronger. Maybe Shimazaki sees that too and doesn't care. It chips
away at something under the surface of Minegishi, a hole dug in the dead of
night.
"He's like Serizawa," Minegishi had corrected, quiet and firm. Serizawa is the
one trying to redeem himself. Minegishi doesn't have those kinds of delusions,
of a fresh start, he knows he's rooted in soured topsoil. He'll carry the
weight of that old life with the President, track the mud of his dirty deeds
into every new room. It was survival, opportunism, his switching sides. He
doesn't care about this world at all.
Shimazaki's easy expression hadn't changed. "He's just like us," he'd repeated,
infuriatingly casual, "And I wanna know more about it."
It couldn't be jealousy that sinks to the pit of Minegishi's stomach, staring
at Hanazawa now, impossibly dim and effortlessly handsome. It's a shared sense
of professional dislike, that's all.
"It's not interference," Minegishi snaps. "Don't be so full of yourself."
"What else would he be full of?" Shimazaki asks, closing the door behind him
and slipping a pack of cigarettes back into his pocket. Minegishi refused to
let him indulge in that filthy habit on the balcony with the plants. If he
wanted to smoke, he'd have to do it in front of the building. I'm sure they
won't mind, Shimazaki had said, smoke between his lips, head inclined to the
planters hanging outside. Try it and see, Minegishi had replied, low and
unafraid and Shimazaki made up something about going for a walk to stretch his
legs.
Hanazawa jumps as Shimazaki traces a hand across his shoulders while he passes,
fingers tracing a line across his shoulder blades. He sits heavy on the tatami
mat and closer to Hanazawa than he had been sitting before. Minegishi eyes
Shimazaki suspiciously; he's kept his plans for the evening a secret, but he
supposes it's possible Shimazaki figured it out. He sees all sorts of things
with those powers of his.
Hanazawa looks between them uneasily, clearly still turning the idea over in
his simple head. Minegishi sighs through his nose, a thin sound of frustration.
"I won't ask again," he says and comes around the table, closer to the pair.
"Hanazawa, you'll either help me with this or get out. I don't have any use for
you otherwise."
"Help with what?" Shimazaki asks and Minegishi graciously answers by climbing
into his lap. His knees straddle either side of Shimazaki's thighs while his
boyfriend accommodates him, one hand slipping to the small of Minegishi's
waist.
"All right," Shimazaki says slowly, cracks in his usually impassive resolve
seeping into his voice. "This doesn't really answer my question, but,"
Minegishi cuts him off by pressing their lips together. He rarely initiates
this kind of contact; for a blind man Shimazaki is laser sighted with his
desires, with his need to make the first move and claim Minegishi's lips and
other parts of his body. Minegishi acquiesces easily, halfheartedly leaning
into the affection that's lavished onto him.
Shimazaki has a way of slipping close behind Minegishi in the garden, of
curling around him while they lie in bed. It's always Shimazaki moving in for
intimacy first, Minegishi second, in response, awakening to the dawn with the
incremental movements of Shimazaki's hands, or Shimazaki's hips against his
own. That was the routine they'd established and Shimazaki didn't complain.
Minegishi only had a few issues with it, never voiced but buried sediment deep
in the foundation of their relationship.
And even if he can't see Hanazawa, Shimazaki must know he's there, can sense
him in the pads of his fingertips, on hands creeping under the back of
Minegishi's shirt. He could reach out with his power and feel Hanazawa's
heartbeat as loud as Minegishi's, humming in his ears, blood pounding in his
veins. Minegishi makes every sentimental move with precision, kissing with a
purpose while Shimazaki hums and murmurs gently into the embrace, their bodies
rocking together.
Shimazaki lets Minegishi lead for a moment, a dizzying tease where Minegishi
briefly toys with the idea that Hanazawa isn't needed, and that maybe this time
he'll be allowed to press forward, uninterrupted.
(In a small, vulnerable point at the center of his chest, Minegishi knows he
could have these things if he asked. If he was open and communicative and other
buzzwords about relationships he knows don't apply to them. We're still
criminals, Minegishi tells himself between friendly customers at the floral
shop. We don't deserve normal, healthy things. It's wrong to hope for them, his
mind insists late into the night, listening to Shimazaki's quiet snoring.)
Shimazaki shifts his weight and Minegishi is angled back, gently laid over the
tatami mat floor. He squirms free of the kisses; his brain is fuzzy with over-
sentimentality, over-watered.
Of course Shimazaki wouldn't let him lead. Good thing he brought a back-up
plan.
"Hanazawa," he calls.
All at once, Shimazaki lets go, his back curving until it hits the floor,
creaking under their weight, positions reversed. Minegishi doesn't bother
hiding the victorious smile that creeps over his face. Hanazawa might've had a
bunch of insufferable questions at first, but it looks like he was interested
after all.
Psychic energy crackles in the air around them like static electricity, pinning
Shimazaki flat. Even without his sight Shimazaki can probably can tell where
that power originates from, can probably taste the signature in the
manifestations coiling around his wrists, his shoulders, against every part of
him that isn't already pinned down by Minegishi's hips.
Shimazaki flexes his wrists against the forces holding him down. Minegishi is
holding his breath.
"What's going on?" Shimazaki's expression eases from its hardened, suspicious
lines when Minegishi starts undoing the front of his pants.
"I asked Hanazawa to help me," Minegishi says. He leans down to kiss Shimazaki
like a punctuation mark. Shimazaki tilts his face up into the kiss, a quiet,
thoughtful hum under his lips. His hips roll leisurely. Another punctuation
mark. Minegishi breaks their mouths apart briefly, murmurs, "To keep you in
check. I want you ruined under me."
He hikes Shimazaki's pants down his thighs, pulling down his underwear as well.
Minegishi shifts to sit on his knees as he takes Shimazaki's cock into his
hand, giving it a few cursory strokes.
"Ruined?" Shimazaki asks, back to being infuriatingly casual even when he's
getting jerked off. Minegishi scowls and drops his head to Shimazaki's hip.
"That's a strong word. How about 'soiled?'" Minegishi sucks a strong bruise
into the skin on Shimazaki's upper thigh instead of answering.
"Can you shut him up?" he asks.
"Sure," Hanazawa replies, and the unseen psychic powers shift Shimazaki's
position under him. Hanazawa settles behind the other man, pulling Shimazaki's
rag-doll body into his lap, his back to Hanazawa's chest. Hanazawa slides a
hand around him, idly snaking its way under the bottom of Shimazaki's shirt.
Shimazaki shivers, his dick stiffening in Minegishi's palm.
"Nobody's gonna ask me what I think about this?" Shimazaki asks, and there's an
artificial quality to his voice, a resolve Minegishi chips away with every
swipe of his thumb.
"I'll stop if you want me to," Hanazawa says, sickeningly cheerful. Apparently
he's a kid who's done rotten things, who's trying to make himself better. But
that doesn't seem true to Minegishi, watching Hanazawa shove Shimazaki's shirt
up, take a nipple between his finger and thumb and pinch hard. Shimazaki
exhales on a long hiss, head tipping back until it hits Hanazawa's shoulder.
"Right," Minegishi says, and feigns consideration. "If you want Hanazawa to
stop touching you, I don't mind." He minds a little, but the throb of
Shimazaki's dick in his palm sets Minegishi at ease. There are a lot more fun
things to do with a teenager like Hanazawa, if Shimazaki will let them.
Shimazaki twitches, a constricted, limited arch under the strokes. "I didn't
say," he stops, swallows hard. "'Didn't say stop."
"Then just relax," Hanazawa says, practically purrs, reaching up to turn
Shimazaki's face towards him for a long, lingering kiss. Shimazaki's mouth
hangs open and he lets Hanazawa lavish attention onto him, biting down on his
lower lip.
Minegishi watches them for a moment, the motions of his hand slowing as
Shimazaki's cock leaks onto his fingers. Shimazaki is all harsh, toned angles,
made more apparent by the contrast of Hanazawa's gaudy, neon appearance.
They're poorly arranged together, Minegishi thinks, like a beginner's flower
arrangement, trying to gather up the boldest set of blooms. There needs to be a
third element, a tapering effect that mutes the intensity of the others.
He pushes a lock of hair behind his ear. A passive, calming element. That might
as well be him.
Minegishi turns his head, closing his lips around the tip of Shimazaki's dick.
Shimazaki's thighs shudder, struggling under Hanazawa's psychic pressure.
Minegishi knows Shimazaki is powerful enough to break away if he wanted. He's
exactly where he wants to be.
Shimazaki groans helplessly into the wet, open-mouth kissing with Hanazawa,
through the insistent press of the teenager's tongue past his lips. Minegishi
sinks lower, letting Shimazaki's cock slide across his tongue, further into the
warmth of his mouth. He doesn't do this too often. It's not that he dislikes
it, but the unraveling effect it has on Shimazaki is earth-shattering, and
Minegishi wants to savor it.
Shimazaki gasps, a thick, drowning sound as he squirms from Hanazawa's kiss. He
stares down at Minegishi and stumbles through words, half sentences, and pleas.
Minegishi hopes they can't see him smiling from that angle. He can feel the
tension building in the muscles under his hands, hear it in the familiar way
Shimazaki's breath hitches, his voice whines— before pulling away. A string of
saliva connects Shimazaki's dick and his mouth, broken when Minegishi wipes at
his chin.
Shimazaki stares with wide, blown out pupils, half-collapsed against Hanazawa's
chest. The other boy innocently pets a hand over Shimazaki's forehead, fingers
brushing through his hair. Minegishi shifts his position, bending Shimazaki's
knees back towards his chest. He has no idea if Hanazawa's powers are still in
place or if Shimazaki's given up all pretense of a fight. He moves easy, hips
lifting as Minegishi hooks Shimazaki's legs over his shoulders. He fishes the
lube from his pocket and all the air leaves Shimazaki's body in a thin exhale.
"Oh," Hanazawa says, in an adult type of voice Minegishi's never heard from him
before. "I think he likes that."
Shimazaki squirms urgently as Minegishi works a slick finger into his ass. The
muscles resist at first, but he's experienced, even if it hasn't been with
Minegishi. Fingering him open, Minegishi tries not to think about who else
Shimazaki's let screw him throughout the years; if they were better than him,
or stronger, or even younger. Younger like the kid that's holding Shimazaki
now, who's kneeling behind him and keeping the other man from squirming away
when Minegishi adds another finger, when they hit that spot inside Shimazaki
for just a moment, never long enough. Hanazawa occasionally swats Shimazaki's
hands away from himself, reaching for his own cock. Shimazaki pants, writhing
and wrecked, face buried inches away from Hanazawa's crotch.
That gives Minegishi an idea.
"Hanazawa," he calls. Shimazaki's chest is rising and falling very quickly.
"You should let him suck your cock." Minegishi turns his gaze to Shimazaki,
adding, "You're good at it, aren't you?" Shimazaki stares back at him
wonderingly. For once he even looks blind. Lost and unsure.
Minegishi curls his fingers until Shimazaki is twisting, gasping, "Yeah, I'm
good, I'm so good." He jolts at the scissoring of Minegishi's fingers, fumbling
with the zipper of Hanazawa's pants. Hanazawa quickly reaches down to help him,
but his jeans are too tight to just push down his thighs. They detangle
momentarily, Hanazawa standing up to shuck his bottoms off completely.
Minegishi takes out his impatience by adding a third finger and Shimazaki's
cries are choked and uneven.
Hanazawa, for all his hesitation about the original suggestion, is an overeager
teenager when he kneels back beside Shimazaki. He gathers a hand tight in
Shimazaki's hair and pushes his face between Hanazawa's legs. What a needy kid.
Hanazawa sighs like he's been holding his breath as the man swallows his cock.
He's guiding Shimazaki's mouth lower and further until suddenly Shimazaki
chokes, uselessly trying to get away from the suffocating sensation of being
deep throated.
Minegishi pulls his fingers out of Shimazaki, closing his hands around his hips
and tugging him away from the selfish teenager. Shimazaki's mouth separates
from Hanazawa's dick with a slick pop and Minegishi is lightheaded with the
combination of arousal and loyalty.
"Don't do that," Minegishi says. On the balcony, branches coil and press
insistently against the sliding glass door.
"I don't mind," Shimazaki says, voice rough. Something electric dances under
Minegishi's skin. Of course he doesn't.
"Sorry," Hanazawa says, easy as breathing. He does not look sorry.
They re-position Shimazaki between them with a conceding slowness; one that
makes Shimazaki whine and rut against the floor for friction. That can't be
comfortable, Minegishi thinks with a red hot swell of pride in his chest.
Hanazawa laughs, a bold unkind sound that reverberates into Minegishi's bones.
He's trying to become better, Shimazaki had said. Minegishi isn't entirely sure
he wants to see someone better right now. Minegishi and Hanazawa, the two of
them together are rotten people, full of mistakes and wasted years, and they
can take it out on the body between them. On Shimazaki, twisting at both ends,
desperate to get filled a second time.
"Looks like he wants your dick again," Minegishi says to Hanazawa. His eyes are
locked on the glistening panes of his boyfriend's stomach, shirt still bunched
upwards, nipples peaking out from under the fabric. Shimazaki's face turns
towards Minegishi in a haze, mouth open and used, spit dripping over his chin.
"Yeah, you're probably right," Hanazawa replies easily. He strokes his thumb
along Shimazaki's cheekbones, to his mouth, pushing down hard on his lower lip.
Shimazaki's mouth opens gladly.
Hanazawa rocks his hips, slowly fucking into the heat of Shimazaki's throat.
Minegishi thought he'd be more resentful watching someone else, some usurper,
fuck his boyfriend. After all, Hanazawa was only there to lend a hand in this
fantasy, not be an active participant. Desire pools low in his stomach,
watching Shimazaki tilt his head up, inviting Hanazawa's dick deeper. Minegishi
tries to time their movements together; coiling his fingers in when Hanazawa
presses into his throat, drawing his fingers out when Hanazawa pulls away. He
scissors his fingers open and Shimazaki moans, a filthy noise that cuts through
the heated slap of bodies together.
Hanazawa is captivated by it, watching with awe as they split Shimazaki at both
ends. He's been looking at Shimazaki with such reverence, such open worship.
And why shouldn't he be impressed? Shimazaki is good looking, and Minegishi
knows firsthand how great his boyfriend is at giving head. Who did Hanazawa
think he was fooling, playing coy and saying he wasn't interested?
Suddenly Hanazawa lifts his gaze, turning it towards Minegishi, whose head
swims. What would a kid like that want to look at him for? They were both here
for a shared interest in Shimazaki. There isn't any other connection between
him and Hanazawa. They weren't going to be friends, so why look at him with
that pointed interest.
"Minegishi-san," Hanazawa's sugary voice snaps him out of his daze. "I think
he's ready for more than just your fingers, too."
Under the heat of Hanazawa's stare, Minegishi busies himself with Shimazaki,
prying him open, eager for Hanazawa's attention to go back to Shimazaki. He
keeps two fingers hooked inside, holding Shimazaki wide. He enters slow,
angling against the resistance of Shimazaki's muscles that constrict around
him, straining around the width of Minegishi's cock and his fingers. He likes
the idea of seeing Shimazaki's stuffed full.
Shimazaki shouts at the intrusion and Hanazawa pulls out of his mouth, kneeling
down and running his hands over Shimazaki's brow, his cheeks, his shoulders.
Hanazawa comforting Shimazkai; it feels like more of a perverse display than
Shimazaki pink and open, gradually taking Minegishi's cock inch by inch,
sliding in alongside Minegishi's fingers. Shimazaki moans and Hanazawa drinks
up the sounds between kisses, in the kind of openly affectionate gestures
Shimazaki wants, and Minegishi isn't so sure he can give him.
"Is he all right?" Minegishi asks, sounding small. We can stop, he thinks, but
is too afraid to say it outloud. He's not even sure he can stop now, not with
how Shimazaki's ass is sucking him in, how it's even better than his mouth, so
much tighter and slick and good—
"I'm all right." The thick, rippling desire in Shimazaki's voice slices through
Minegishi. He urges his fingers in deep, scraping against Shimazaki's insides,
his own dick. A shiver lances through Shimazaki.
"Sure it's not too much?" Hanazawa asks, in a momentary break from that rotten
persona Shimazaki kept talking about.
Shimazaki's head drops between his shoulders, knees wobbling unsteadily. "Not
too much," he says, hands clenching and un-clenching over Hanazawa's arms,
scraping red lines into his skin. "More."
Minegishi prides himself on never needing to be told twice.
He snaps his hips forward and Shimazaki drops to his elbows as Minegishi raws
him open, the tightness of Shimazaki's walls desperately try to accommodate
him. The muscles spasm around him, under the pads of his hooked fingers and if
Minegishi had the breath for it, he'd laugh.
"You're so tight." It's a stupid, embarrassing thing to say, but the words are
falling out of Minegishi's mouth as easily as moans are coming from Shimazaki.
"You— I'm definitely fucking you every night from— from now on." It's a bold
statement, one Minegishi's not sure he can back up, but he's not talking from a
place of logic. He's holding himself at the edge of some towering precipice,
thrusting into Shimazaki with abandon. Hanazawa dips his head down and catches
Shimazkai's mouth with his own, drowning out the sweetly wrecked sounds of
Shimazaki. Minegishi comes like a punch to the center of his chest. He wants to
stay there, locked in that moment, but Hanazawa is too needy, pawing at
Shimazaki, eager for his turn.
Minegishi pulls out with a wet, squelching sound and Hanazawa gathers Shimazaki
close to him, probably using his powers to manhandle the well-fucked man into
position. Minegishi sinks to the floor, sweat trickling between his shoulder
blades. Shimazaki groans, biting hard on his lip as he's lowered onto
Hanazawa's cock. It slides in easy, through the mess Minegishi left.
"You move fast," Minegishi says and even exhausted he can't help mustering up a
little laugh. "What a greedy kid." Hanazawa smiles with feigned innocence, and
thrusts into Shimazaki's still dripping hole.
"Not as greedy as him," Hanazawa says, arm wrapped tight around Shimazaki's
chest as he bounces the other man on his cock. "Taking us back-to-back."
Shimazaki grimaces, fingers scrambling to brace himself against Hanazawa,
hissing out a few incoherent sentences between thrusts. Minegishi leans
forward, enjoying the show. In this position, it'd be easy to bend Shimazaki
down, to force his mouth on Minegishi's dick. He shivers at the thought of
something as dirty as that. Maybe next time. There will definitely have to be a
next time.
"You still haven't come yet, have you?" he asks, tone neutral. Shimazaki sets
his jaw and raises a stern look at his boyfriend; Minegishi is undeterred. "Do
you want us to touch you?" Shimazaki's resolve flickers, his throat bobs with a
hard swallow. "Or can you come from just having it your ass?"
"Probably not," Hanazawa says. "He's too old for that." Minegishi scowls; how
old does this kid think they are, anyway? Without waiting for a reply, Hanazawa
wraps a hand around Shimazaki's dick, but leaves it teasingly loose and
motionless. Shimazaki ruts weakly, trying to fuck into the boy's palm. A
miserable blush stains down his neck, over his chest.
"Teru, you brat," he hisses, with something lower than hate and anger,
something filthier. "I'm going to wreck you for this later, you know."
"You promise?" Hanazawa asks in a lilting voice. He jerks his hips up in a
firm, merciless thrust and the tension in Shimazaki's shoulder gathers,
convulsing with the ruthlessness of it all. Minegishi feels his own dick starts
to stir. He always knew Shimazaki wanted something like this, wanted to be the
one held in place and screwed. But he underestimated how much he would need
Hanazawa's help. He thought the boy would be just keep Shimazaki restrained to
pique his interest. Now, watching Hanazawa pound into Shimazaki, he sees what
his boyfriend had really wanted; to be fucked thoroughly and intensely, to have
the air knocked out of him with its violence.
Minegishi made one more mistake; he didn't expect to enjoy it watching it
either.
When Shimazaki comes, it's on a wail of a moan, an embarrassing sound that
makes Minegishi wish he'd been taping this whole thing. A salacious video he
could play over and over for Shimazaki when he thought he had the upper hand in
an argument, when he was in an irritatingly playful mood. Do not toy with me, a
video like this would say. Or I'll break you down to this simpering, sputtering
mess, cock spilling all over yourself, ruining the stupid t-shirt you didn't
bother taking off.
Shimazaki sags helplessly as Hanazawa continues to pound him through his
orgasm, face buried in Shimazaki's hair and murmuring things Minegishi can't
hear. Shimazaki is ruined, like Minegishi wanted all along, only he'd hoped to
have been the one to do it. Something that must be jealousy blooms in
Minegishi's heart, watching Hanazawa stiffen, coming while he's buried deep
inside.
Minegishi's hand drifts between his own legs, pumping himself back to hardness.
He's not just going to let Hanazawa have the last word. Slowly, he eases
forward, crawling back to the pair who are slumped against one another.
Minegishi moves Shimazaki's spent, sweat slick body, directing his cock to
where Hanazawa's still inside Shimazaki.
"Wait," Shimazaki says, a weak warning Minegishi ignores. His fingers dig into
the Shimazaki's hips, holding him steady as he presses in alongside Hanazawa's
cock. Hanazawa looks exhausted, but he graciously uses his powers again,
holding Shimazaki still through Minegishi's manhandling. Both of their come
have left Shimazaki loose and stretched, but it's still tight, so tight, and
Minegishi can feel Shimazaki's muscles screaming as he forces inside.
"Wait," he says again, voice watery, head low and shoulders shaking. Minegishi
listens that time, rubbing slow, comforting circles along Shimazaki's thigh.
Hanazawa kisses the nape of his neck once, twice, sweet and gentle. They wait,
letting Shimazaki adjust to being stretched past his limits. Minegishi feels
Shimazaki's heartbeat slow, his breath grow even again. After what feels like
hours, Shimazaki rocks desperately into the contact, unrestrained arms draping
over Minegishi's shoulders. He buries his face into the crook of Minegishi's
neck and breathes out, warm and willing.
Minegishi starts to move again, his cock grinding against Shimazaki's insides
and Hanazawa's dick. They move their hips in tandem, in slow, testing motions
and Shimazaki whines but doesn't struggle anymore. Hanazawa stares at Minegishi
over Shimazaki's shoulder, dipping his head down to suck a mark along the other
man's neck. Shimazaki murmurs softly, body beginning to react between the two
of theirs, slouching past the panic and pain into a pleased kind of stretch.
They pick up the pace, and Minegishi has no way to describe it, the tight heat
of Shimazaki and Hanazawa. Shimazaki's shaking hard with over-stimulation,
fingers clawing against Minegishi's back.
Shimazaki frantically presses his mouth to Minegishi's, kissing him as Hanazawa
closes his teeth into Shimazaki's shoulder. The walls around Minegishi tense as
Shimazaki comes, dick rubbing between their bodies. It pushes Minegishi over
that edge, coming a second time through frenzied contractions until the three
of them are a ruined mess together.
After a few minutes of blissed out stillness, Hanazawa groans, lazily using his
powers to hoist Shimazaki off of them. Minegishi lets them be detangled by the
effortless physic pulses, although he stays close to Shimazaki; hand stroking
from his face down the side of his neck. He leans down to catch Shimazaki's
dazed, worn out stare. Ruined, like he wanted, pushed to the limit and further,
fucked rough and raw past what Shimazaki said he could take. A pang of guilt
gnaws at a small and forgotten part of Minegishi's heart. He didn't really want
to hurt Shimazaki. He's not really a rotten person. He doesn't want to have
taken this too far.
"You," Shimazaki says. "You've got a weird look on your face." He laughs
soundlessly when Minegishi tucks him against his chest, pulling them both onto
their sides.
"How would you know," he says dismissively. Shimazaki squirms into another
position so he can peer up at his boyfriend. Maybe make more dumb blind man
observations. Shimazaki looks like he's digging his way out of a deep,
satisfied pit. He takes two heaving gulps of air, mouth creasing into a worn,
well-fucked smile. Minegishi reaches out, tracing a line of sweat on his brow,
working hard not to let a similar expression cross his own face.
"That was amazing," Shimazaki grins. Minegishi's hard work crumbles into a
smile of his own. Yeah? his eyes ask, and Shimazaki nods once, a second time, a
weary third. "Yeah, really. Where'd you even— How'd you think up," he says and
cuts himself off with a thin, exhausted laugh. Then, suddenly, "Hey, Teru.
Where do you think you're going?" He reaches past Minegishi.
Hanazawa freezes. Minegishi blearily thinks he looks a little guilty, like he's
been caught with his hands dirty, wrist deep in the mud.
Hanazawa hesitates. "I didn't want to," he stops, considering again and coming
to the same word choice as before, "interfere."
Shimazaki closes a hand around Hanazawa's arm and tugs, and the boy collapses
beside them. The mats are rough beneath them, and even warmed by their body
heat and sweat they still scratch against sensitive body parts. The three men
shift around a bit, trying to find a comfortable position.
Minegishi lets Hanazawa fold into them, Shimazaki nestled between them in a
catlike coil of satisfaction. He tucks his face into the crook of his
boyfriend's neck and feels Hanazawa draw Shimazaki close to his chest.


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It's barely been a week before Minegishi sends Hanazawa a text, asking if he'd
be interested in coming over for another cup of tea.
End Notes
     to my wonderful tentacle buddy!! i hope I did your boys justice.
     thanks for always being such a good friend and sharing this excellent
     idea with me. I think i love this pairing now??
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