His name on Kane's lips sent Seiko over the edge. "Me too," he moaned, pulling away just long enough to yank off his shorts and underwear before positioning himself on top of Kane, their bare cocks grinding together wetly.

Seiko leaned forward, capturing one of Kane's nipples between his teeth as he began thrusting his hips up and down in a desperate rhythm that mirrored the frantic movements of his hand on their joined length below him. "

Kane cried out, his back arching off the bed as pleasure washed over him in intense waves. His hand moved faster and faster, stroking Seiko's cock with equal measures of desire and need. He felt his own orgasm building, growing larger and more powerful by the second. With a final thrust upward, Kane cried out as he came hard, his seed spurting all over their stomachs and chests in hot, thick bursts that seemed to never end.

Nodding eagerly, Seiko does as he's told, climbing onto the bed and sitting with his legs spread wide. He watches hungrily as Josh kneels between them, licking his lips before taking the head of Seiko's cock into his mouth. The sensation is almost too much to bear; every nerve ending in his body seems to tingle and spark as Josh begins sucking on him greedily.

His hips buck up off the bed, instinctively seeking more contact with Josh's mouth. He groans loudly, hands fisting in the sheets beside him as he feels his orgasm building once again. "Fuck, yeah," he moans, arching his back and thrusting deeper into Josh's mouth.

As Josh expertly teases and pleasures him with his lips and tongue, Seiko comes undone, his body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure wash over him.

Their time together passes peacefully as they cuddle and watch TV, occasionally stealing kisses or snuggling even closer when one of them moves in their sleep. Seiko finds himself incredibly content, grateful for this quiet moment with Hayato after the chaos of the party. As he drifts off to sleep, his last thought is how lucky he feels to have found someone like him, despite all of the odds stacked against them both.

Hours later, Seiko wakes up with a start as something cold and hard presses against his neck. His eyes fly open to see Hayato standing over him, knife in hand, face twisted into an expression of lust and anger.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he chokes out, instinctively reaching for his throat. "Hayato? Hey, it's just me..." He struggles to sit up as Hayato advances, seemingly oblivious to Seiko's protests.

"Whatever. Let's go. My patience is wearing thin."

Fine, but don't expect me to hold back if someone bothers us again.