Saiunkoku Monogatari, Seiran/Ryuuki, "there are no limits to my devotion to you" 2/2
“It’s ok,” she said. “It’s… I can’t, yet. There are still many things… it’s different, for a woman. But for you two, it’s ok. And I’d like to stay.”
And just like that, Ryuuki relaxed all over, pressed kisses desperately against any part of Seiran he could reach so that Seiran wanted to tell him, ‘I know… I know. I love her too,” and couldn’t past the breathless demand of Ryuuki’s lips against his own. So all he managed was, “Like this,” twisting Ryuuki’s body demandingly, turning him to lie on his side so Shuurei could see the heave of his chest as Seiran slid one hand inside his half-undone robe, the flush of his cheeks as Seiran bared his chest and thighs, wrapped one hand around the erection jutting out between fallen cascades of silk. Seiran fitted his own body close against his brother’s, horded jealously the moan Ryuuki couldn’t quite silence, the catch of Shuurei’s breath as she watched them.
“Aniue…Aniue…” Ryuuki was whispering, pushing franticly at the layers of Seiran’s uniform. Seiran shrugged out of them, let them fall to the floor, clutter up the room’s escape routes; Ryuuki’s soft pale hands played over his bare skin and all his breath left him in a low hiss he couldn’t hold back.
“Shh… I’ll take care of you.” Shuurei’s eyes on them left him feeling feverish, like the beginnings of a bad sunburn, and Ryuuki pressed his hips back to trap Seiran’s cock between their bodies, rocking back against him until he was gasping. His fingers pressed so tightly against Ryuuki’s hipbones that bruises were already starting to bloom underneath them.
“Aniue… there isn’t anything… we need…” Seiran fitted his hand again around Ryuuki’s arousal, growling his satisfaction as Ryuuki failed to get out his sentence. The flush on Shuurei’s face had gone a deep red, high on her cheeks, as she panted.
“I’ll give you everything you need,” Seiran promised, leaning down to tongue at the shell of his brother’s ear. He tightened his grip, added another flex of his wrist at the end of each stroke as Ryuuki cried out. “Next time, if you want, we can do more. I’ll be here. We’ll both still be here.” And just like that, Ryuuki arched back against his chest and came all over his hands.
“Seiran…” Shuurei asked, rising hesitantly. She didn’t move towards the bed until he beckoned. He watched as she padded slowly towards them and settled down on Ryuuki’s other side, curled around his body to rest her head on Seiran’s shoulder. He lifted his soiled hand on a whim and watched, achingly hard and tight-chested, as she licked Ryuuki’s cum off of his fingertips.
“You two…” Ryuuki asked, hushed, between them.
“It’s ok,” Shuurei said firmly, and gathered Ryuuki hair back gently so he could take Seiran’s cock in his mouth. “The three of us will work something out.”