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Krispin's laughter was gleeful, and he pulled gently at Jintesh's arm.

"Because if we want to have any fun we have to go somewhere quieter," was his reply. Jin had to concede to that, and he stumbled to his feet, Krispin steadying him, one hand clinging to his. Taisho stood as well, and on impulse, Jin reached out with his free hand and took the singer's hand. They stared at each other for a moment, and then they were both grinning. Krispin giggled again.

"This way!" He led them through the crush of people, their hands firmly linked, and eventually they reached a hallway, practically empty because it was too small to do anything in. Krispin opened the nearest door, and led them inside, Taisho shutting it behind them. The room was dimly lit, and Jin could only get a vague idea of his surroundings; a shape that was probably a desk, another that seemed to be a sofa, and a large shape in the middle that Krispin was dragging him towards, the bed.

Krispin paused at the foot of the bed, and then suddenly crouched at Jin's feet.

"No shoes on my bed!" he explained as he tugged at Jin's boots. Jin dropped onto the bed, letting Krispin deal with the shoe problem, and he stared around the room, trying to get a better mental image. Krispin's room?

Suddenly Krispin was in front of him again, pushing him back, and he realised his shoes were gone. And while he'd been looking around, Taisho and Krispin had removed their shoes as well. He let himself fall against the bed, let the softness catch him, and stared up at the two who were staring down at him. One short, perky boy, one tall, serious man. He licked his lips.

"What are we waiting for this time?" he wondered, and they both laughed.

"Not a thing." Krispin jumped onto the bed next to him, and he felt it ripple beneath him.

"Ooh. A wavebed." He'd heard about them. He'd heard about how much fun they were, too. "I'm impressed."

"So you should be." Krispin reached up, running fingers through his hair, and then began to kiss him, softly, almost agonising in his gentleness. Jintesh raised his arms, to pull Krispin closer, but the boy pulled back.

"Uh-uh. Don't be hasty, Tesh." Even in the dim light, Krispin's eyes sparkled. "We're going to take our time and have plenty of fun with you." He glanced at Taisho, who was climbing onto the bed, making it rock slightly under Jin. "Right?"

"Absolutely." Taisho looked down at Jin, sprawled across the bed, and Jin saw that slow smile curving across his face again. Taisho reached out, one hand trailing gently down Jin's side, and Jin shivered.

"I'm all yours, then. Both of you." Jin tossed his arms wide and surrendered himself. Krispin leaned forward again, lips brushing against Jin's, warm and slightly moist, barely there and yet enough to send a wash of desire through his body again, centering hotly in his groin. Krispin's hair tumbled down, tickling his face, and he breathed deep, catching the unnamable tangy smell that clung to the boy's hair, that he loved.

He felt hands playing with his hair again, and then another set of hands began to caress his body, starting at his shoulders and moving their way down in slow, meandering movements, whispering across his shirt.

Krispin's lips moved, kissing a trail across his face, moving slowly from chin to forehead, from one eye to the other and back again, deviating to nibble his ears with a gentleness that was torturous, and then back to his lips again.

Taisho's hands reached the bottom of his shirt, and slid their way under, faint against his skin now, tracing back up as slowly as they had moved down. As they moved upwards, they pulled his shirt along with them, and Jin shivered as the cold night touched his stomach. Then Taisho moved closer, his mouth pressing a kiss on Jin's stomach, tongue flicking out to tease his bellybutton. Jintesh squirmed, a laugh escaping him. Taisho's fingers reached his nipples and the laugh became a moan. Taisho's hands were large compared to Krispin's, his skin rougher, and the touch was strange and exhilarating.

Krispin tugged at Jin's shirt, pulling it up and off his head, and tossed it to one side. He kissed Jin again, a little harder this time, his tongue teasing as it ran along Jin's lips. Even as Jin began to return the kiss, Krispin moved down again, suckling on Jin's neck. Jin reached up, wanting to catch his fingers in that beautiful silver hair, but Taisho's hands grabbed his arms, pressing them back against the bed. He stared at the singer, who grinned back at him.

"Submit completely," Taisho's voice was all but a whisper. "For now," he added, and Jintesh grinned, dropping his arms to the bed again. For now, then. He could deal with that.. just. They were teasing him, with their slow, barely-there touches, and it felt wonderful, yet it was maddening. He wanted more, and more, and more. And he wanted to touch, to play; to explore the familiarity of Krispin's body, and the newness of Taisho's. For now, he'd submit. But later..

Taisho's tongue picked up where his fingers had left off, and Jin's train of thought vanished in a flash of delight. Krispin's tongue wrapped around the other nipple, and Jin arched his back, gasping. The boy giggled, and began a train of wet kisses down his stomach, leaving both nipples for Taisho to explore again.

Krispin pulled at his belt buckle, brushing against his erection, and he groaned; he was hard, throbbing, desperate for some sort of release. As Krispin undid his jeans and began to remove them, Taisho raised his head, leaving his fingers to tweak Jin's nipples, and moved up until his face was directly over Jin's. His silky hair hung down like a curtain, framing his face, framing Jin's, as they stared at each other.

"I didn't know you were beautiful," Jintesh blurted, as the realisation struck him, and Taisho chuckled softly.

"Well, I already knew it about you." The singer leaned closer, his hair twining and pooling around Jin as their lips met. None of the teasing gentleness, Taisho's kiss was passionate, urgent, and Jin melted into it, closing his eyes and matching it with an urgency of his own.

Krispin's fingers were stroking his now bare legs, caressing and massaging their way up his thighs, and a hand wrapped itself firmly around his cock, squeezing slightly. His eyes flew open, a growl catching in his throat, caught by the kiss, and he heard Krispin giggling again. The hand pumped him once, then stopped, and he bucked his hips in frustration.

Taisho pulled back, hair wisping against Jin as it flipped away, and suddenly Krispin was sitting on Jin's stomach, the slick pvc of his shorts cool and sticking to Jin's skin.

"None of that," Krispin scolded, placing his hands on Jin's shoulders. "Lie still." He grinned, his expression gleeful, and he leaned forward to kiss Jin, his mouth moist, his teeth catching at Jin's lips.

Then Taisho's mouth engulfed his cock, and he swore into Krispin's mouth, almost coming there and then. Taisho was so hot, so wet, and his tongue was ecstasy as it licked and sucked, wrapping around his cock in ways he hadn't thought possible.

He tried to thrust, only to find Krispin's weight holding him down.

"Fuck." He broke the kiss to swear this time, and saw the laughter in Krispin's eyes. "You cruel bastard," he added, and Krispin began to giggle. Jin gave up; the delight of Taisho's tongue overcame his thoughts, and his head dropped back, his hips shifting as best they could beneath Krispin. He ached, pressing against Taisho, and then it was too much, and he came, letting it break over him, a wash of pleasure that drowned out everything else.

Jin collapsed against the bed, as Taisho's tongue flicked over him one last time, and he faintly felt Krispin's kisses along his neck.

The world swam back to him, slow, liquid, and he tried to sit up, but Krispin was still seated firmly atop him. He looked around, spying Taisho moving up the bed towards him, padding on all fours like the panther he always associated with Krispin. He wondered how long he was supposed to submit for. He wondered if now counted as later.

Well, it was good enough. Be it the alcohol or something else, he felt elated, daring, and carnal.

Reaching up, he caught Krispin by the shoulders and pulled him close, then rolled the both of them over. Now he was on top and in control, the petite boy caught beneath him. Wide mismatched eyes blinked up at him, silver hair splayed in a ragged halo about Krispin's head.

"Shall I stop submitting now?" Jin leaned down, catching Krispin's giggle in his mouth as he tasted those soft, sublime lips, feeling lightheaded and lost in the kiss. Krispin twisted beneath him, pressing an achingly hot erection against his stomach, captured by those tight, slick shorts.

Jin pulled back, sitting up and staring down at Krispin prone beneath him. At the ghostly pale skin, almost aglow in the dim light. At the hair that sparkled around his head, at the innocent eyes above the knowing smile. Everything about Krispin was so beautiful, as if he were crafted, designed in every way to be perfect. Perfect on the outside to make up for the flaws he was forced to hide inside?

Jintesh shook his head, wondering where such sad thoughts came from. Krispin's hands were reaching up, caressing his stomach, and another hand pressed against his back, trailing down his spine. He raised his eyes, to find Taisho kneeling beside him, his other hand under Krispin's shirt, stroking his smooth chest.

"You." He found himself distracted by Taisho, by the thick hair mussed and gently curtaining his face, by the rare softness in his gaze, and by the vulnerability on his face. This was not the calm, smooth Taisho who never let his feelings show. He was not vulnerable in pain this time, but in pleasure, and Jintesh was fascinated. There was so much to Taisho, so many sides that he kept hidden.

Jin turned to look at Krispin, still splayed across the bed.

"Can we play with him?" he asked, and Krispin blinked a moment. Then a grin flashed across his face, full of mischievous delight.

"All you like, Tesh." The boy wriggled out from under him, twisting around into a kneeling position, and eyed Taisho up and down. The singer was wearing hip-hugging black leather pants, and a shirt that was a disarray of black netting and haphazard black taping, coiling around his body at odd angles that were somehow alluring, and twining down his arms, holding the netting close against him.

"Are we going to have to cut you out of that, Taisho?" Krispin crept forward, between the two, and ran his hands down Taisho's chest, pausing to rest at his belt. Taisho shuddered once, then smiled.

"You could use your teeth," he suggested, smirking down at the boy. Krispin laughed.

"Careful, you'll give Tesh ideas."

"Did somebody say teeth?" Jin closed the space between himself and Krispin, pressing the boy up against Taisho. He wrapped his arms around both of them, and leaned around Krispin, sinking his teeth into Taisho's neck, returning the favour from earlier.

He was satisfied to hear a moan from Taisho, the singer's head falling back as Jin suckled on his neck, tugging and tasting the skin, letting his teeth dig in almost painfully. He reached up and locked his hands into the hair that cascaded down Taisho's back, curling it between his fingers.

He heard a tearing sound and raised his head, peering down. Krispin had torn away the netting around Taisho's left nipple, and was teasing it with his tongue, tracing moist circles across the pebbled skin.

Jin glanced up at Taisho's face; the singer's eyes were half-lidded, his mouth caught slightly open in a smile, moans escaping from between his damp lips. Jin lowered his eyes to the teethmarks he'd left in Taisho's neck, and lower still to the ragged collarline of the shirt. He grinned, and disentangled his fingers from Taisho's hair, raising them to the netting and pulling hard.

The collar tore beneath his fingers, across Taisho's shoulder and down under one arm. Loose material flapped down, revealing a bare shoulder, smooth and muscled. Jin pressed his mouth against this newly bared skin, kissing it, licking it, wondering at the hardworked muscles beneath Taisho's shoulders, so different from Krispin's wiry, lithe form. It was intoxicating in its newness, and he tore at the shirt again, ripping more, revealing more skin to lick and touch.

Krispin moved, sliding to one side, and then slipped around behind Taisho. Jintesh raised his head, peering over Taisho's shoulder at the boy, and caught a glimpse of one bright green eye, winking at him. He grinned, returning his attention to Taisho, and tore at the shirt again, tearing straight down to a crisscross of tape. The tape refused to yield, and frustrated, he ripped at the netting beneath it, Taisho hissing softly as his nails scraped along the singer's ribs. Jin glanced up; the singer's smile had widened, ever so slightly.

He combined his nails and his teeth to work away the rest of the netting covering Taisho's chest, pausing at every newly revealed glimpse of skin to explore, to possess with his tongue and his fingers. He experimented with his fingernails, raking across Taisho's skin, watching the singer writhe, his breathing harsher now, panting.

Finally Taisho was bared of netting, his torso covered only in the wrappings of black tape. Jin sat back to stare in admiration. Taisho was broadshouldered, curving down to an almost girlishly narrow waist; he was sleek, smooth, with just enough toned muscle to look powerful. And that black tape coiled tight around him was hellishly sexy.

Two pale hands crept around Taisho from behind, wrapping around his stomach and sliding up to toy with his nipples. Taisho moaned, a desperate edge to it, and Jin heard a soft giggle.

"All the netting gone, Tesh?" Krispin raised his head to peer over Taisho's shoulder.

"All gone." Jin slid forward again, up against Taisho's taut body, pressing his bare skin against Taisho's, pushing himself against the singer's rigid cock, still trapped by his tight leather pants. He nuzzled against Taisho's neck, grinning at Krispin. The boy beamed at him, and moved closer for a moment, stealing a sudden, demanding kiss from him.

"It's your play, Tesh." Krispin whispered as their lips parted. "What do you want to do now?"

"Now?" Jin stared at him, at those bright eyes waiting patiently for a response. What did he want to do now? He had no idea. "I want.. you both." That was a start. "Any way.. every way." He frowned, trying to make his thoughts coherent, but that was the best he could come up with.

"Any way? Hmm, let me see." Krispin's expression was impish. "I think I know a few ways..." His hands vanished behind Taisho again, and Jin heard a light slap. Taisho's head snapped up, eyes blinking open.

"You're on top, Taisho. Tesh, suck me dry." Krispin giggled, his hands reaching around to rub Taisho's erection through his pants, and the singer moaned.

"Sounds good." Taisho turned his gaze to Jintesh, one eyebrow raised, questioning. Jin grinned, his hands moving to where Krispin's had just been.

"I agree." It was easier, he thought, to let Krispin make the decisions for him. Because to be honest, he didn't care what happened, so long as they were all enjoying it.

He unbuttoned Taisho's pants, peeling the leather back, watching Taisho's cock leap out, hard and red. He wrapped a hand around it, feeling the blood pumping through it; it was slightly shorter than Krispin's, and thicker. He wondered what it would feel like inside him. He pumped it gently, and Taisho growled at him.

Jin raised his gaze to the singer, seeing the wild lust that lit his eyes. "Fuck me," he said simply. Taisho's gaze challenged his a moment longer, and then the singer smiled.

"As you wish." Taisho peeled his pants off, the leather tight and clinging to his legs. Krispin helped him, and then the singer was naked, padding slowly around behind Jintesh, his movements graceful and fluid.

Now Krispin was before Jin; the boy's shirt had somehow vanished, his pale chest bare, and his shorts gleamed, the front bulging. Jin reached out, cupping his hand around it, squeezing. Krispin's eyes fluttered closed, a sigh whistling between his teeth.

Jin unbuttoned the shorts, pulling them apart, and slid them a short way down Krispin's legs. He caressed the boy's cock, trailing his fingers along it, tracing around it slowly. Krispin began to breath faster, and one of his hands reached up, seeking Jin's face, seeking to pull his head down.

Taisho's cock pressed suddenly against Jin from behind, and he gasped. Then it moved again, a hand replacing it, damp and slick, lubricating him. He closed his eyes for a second; it had been a long time since he'd been the bottom, years, and he was tight. But Taisho's fingers were gentle, and he opened his eyes again.

Krispin. That was what he was meant to be focusing on. He lowered his head, slowly, dropping down on all fours, and pressed his tongue against Krispin's balls, tracing a path up to the tip of his cock, sucking at the few drops gathered there. The boy whimpered, and two hands clutched his hair, almost painfully.

He smiled, opening his mouth wide, and took Krispin inside. He suckled the boy's cock, slow and firm, letting his tongue play around it, tracing familiar patterns along the throbbing skin.

He felt Taisho pressing against him again, and then the singer's cock slid inside him, thick and hard. He moaned in his throat, unable to do more, the sensation both painful and somehow alluring, desirous. After a long moment of stillness, Taisho withdrew, slowly, and then slid deep inside him again, deeper this time.

Krispin was begin to pant loudly above him, but Jin kept his rhythm, determined to tease the boy in return for all the teasings from before. Behind him, Taisho found a slow pace, deep enough to make him feel good, to make his own cock, already beginning to stir, harden again. He matched his rhythm to the singer's, the three of them in sync, and listened to the sounds of the two above him; Krispin's high-pitched pants combined with Taisho's deeper groans.

Taisho began to move faster, hips grinding against him, and he matched the pace on Krispin, bringing the boy to helpless whimpers. The intense, hard desire began to flood through him again, washing away what little coherent thought he had left, and he was reduced to his own helpless grunting, his cock hard and shaking beneath him.

He heard an incoherent growl from Taisho, and as the singer thudded hard inside him, he felt a rough hand grasp his cock. He yelped in shock, mouth almost losing Krispin for a second, and the hands in his hair pushed him painfully back down.

Jin closed his eyes. He was all feeling now; the taste of Krispin quivering in his mouth, the beautiful ache of Taisho pressing inside him, and the desperate want of his own cock, caught in Taisho's grip, shaking and craving just a little bit more, just one more thrust to bring him to the edge --

Krispin cried out, and suddenly liquid filled his mouth, hot and salty, and he swallowed hard, trying to catch it all. The taste, so familiar, and yet so strange.. Krispin fell back, pulling out of his mouth, and he gasped, catching at the air, finding himself reduced to mewling.

Another frantic groan echoed from behind him, and then Taisho was pounding hard enough to almost tear him apart, and he felt the slick warmth of come inside him. The singer jerked at Jin's cock, almost furiously, and Jin hit the edge hard, throwing his head back and almost howling as he came violently, everything beautiful and wonderful he'd ever experienced dashing through him in one amazing moment, and then vanishing again, leaving him weak and sweating.

Jin collapsed, breathing deeply of the cool air, letting it fill his lungs. He lay still, trying to recover. Several minutes later, he found Krispin's face staring into his, and felt a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Did you enjoy it, Tesh?"

"What sort of stupid question is that?" he wondered, and Krispin giggled.

"Good." The boy turned him over, and he distantly felt a damp cloth wiping him clean. "Now come to bed. It's late." He felt a tugging at his wrist, and he awkwardly clambered onto all fours, following Krispin across the bed.

Krispin pulled back the covers, and Jin slid beneath them, sprawling on his back, blinking up at the ceiling. He found himself yawning.

A warm body pressed somewhat hesitantly against his right side, and he turned his head. Taisho's intense, calm eyes watched him, waiting for a response. He smiled, letting his arm slide around Taisho's shoulder, and after a moment, the singer smiled back, dropping his head against the pillows.

Krispin snuggled up against Jin's other side, and Jin cushioned the boy against his other shoulder. Krispin and Taisho and he, all together.. who would've thought? Then he yawned again, the alcohol in his body demanding he sleep. He relaxed against the pillows, letting his eyes fall closed.

"Goodnight," he said softly, and heard the two of them echo it in response.