When Kisumi heard the bell ring and opened the door, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

"Ah, hello, I’m looking for, uh, Nagisa? Hazuki Nagisa? He should live here, he gave me this address, is it wrong?"

Big sweet smile, enormous hands holding onto a tiny piece of paper like it was going to save his life, huge muscular body, green eyes that looked as refreshing and sweet as mint candy and Kisumi never saw any better opportunity in his life. Right now those deliciously green eyes were more on the nervous side though.

"Nagisa? Here’s not here right now, but could I service you somehow?" Kisumi purred, flashing a sharp, obscene smile, and leaned against the doorframe with his face inching closer. “It’s a real pleasure meeting you, the name’s Kisumi.”

Makoto eyed him with a confused blush as he clearly misheard something ambiguous that was not a name, but he cleared his throat as he looked over the other man's shoulder, at the apartment. It looked neat and tidy on one side, a disaster on the other, and that's how he knew either that place was lived in by two people, or this one guy and a clearly chaotic other personality within him.

"I met him before, and uh… I’d like to see him, doesn’t he live here?" Makoto explained, and waved his little piece of paper with an address and a phone number on it.

"Hmm. So you want Nagisa? Are you sure you wouldn't like to spend some time with me instead?" Kisumi insisted, straightforward again, taking a bold step out and flapping his eyelashes to make his blue eyes sparkle while he blatantly invaded his personal space. Makoto looked at him, and he did have to admit to himself that the man looked gorgeous, almost to the level of seeming too unreal to exist, but he took a step back while scratching his head.

"Uhm… sorry, no offense but I'd really like to see Nagisa... I guess? I just met him the other day and we had a uh- a thing, and it worked out really well, and I, uh, might need him again." Makoto stammered, with his face turning redder and redder.

Kisumi looked at him a little longer, before letting a giggle burst from his throat as he relaxed.

"Aww, alright, alright. Come in, he went out shopping but he should be back in a bit," he said, stepping aside and whistling cheerfully. "So, you're the boxing guy? Nagisa was right, you look godly," he continued. "Tea?"

Makoto’s face turned instantly very hot, but he nodded and cleared his throat. So Nagisa had talked about him. He'd left an impression. He said Makoto looked good. Of course he knew that, at least on some level - he’d heard the same thing from multiple people - but that thought made him smile softly with something similar to satisfaction anyway, and he sat down on the small sofa while the tv blared with some game show's jingle. He could not watch and focus on it, though.

He’d met Nagisa right after a match, while going back home and dragging his bag with him after yet another loss. He was a fairly good boxer, but of course losing a match was not that unusual, and lately he'd barely ever gotten to win - he'd basically only taken beatings after beatings, and that was kind of worrying both him and his coach.

And then Nagisa had popped up seemingly out of nowhere, sitting on the stool next to his while he drank something at a pub, and then quickly attached himself to Makoto’s hip. He said Makoto's smell was really good, and that he was good looking. Like, really good looking. So good looking that he would not mind offering a discount on his, uh, services. And Makoto kind of needed servicing. It was a fair deal, and Nagisa treated him well, and he was seriously cute other than very good at what he did. He left such a good impression, clearly, that now Makoto was requesting him specifically, even over his frankly absurd roommate.

Sometimes it felt awful, thinking of how so many omegas were sort of forced into selling their bodies to earn their living, to pay off their hormone blockers, bills, to get something good from their position in that world. Not because someone held them at gunpoint, but because, given their bodies’ unpredictable behavior, they were deemed unfit and unreliable to work in a lot of contexts whereas in arrangements like these they could decide times and places and people to keep in contact with. It was also relatively safe, they could switch jobs any time and there weren’t much more risks than with any other job since their activity was regulated and the law offered protections for them. And since statistically they were a very small minority and half of them (the men) were not capable of breeding, there were always enough alphas around them. Money-wise, as a choice it was almost a no-brainer.

"Mh. Tea. Coming up then!" Kisumi twittered, with a light and chippery tone to his voice.

“So you’re a boxer, huh? Sounds like a risky life,” Kisumi said again, as the kettle muttered away in the kitchen, as he took a glance from the doorway.

“It’s… well, it’s not that bad,” Makoto replied, fidgeting. “Not if you’re good anyway.”

Kisumi hummed, with a neutral tone.

“Well, yeah, I guess, but you do take a beating every match regardless of how it goes, no?”

Makoto smiled, amused, and shrugged as he finally relaxed.

“Yes, but at this point I’m used to it. I got far too many bruises, now I don’t even get bothered by the pain anymore unless it’s… a lot of it.” He sighed, somehow already feeling more at ease with Kisumi now that he was not being oogled so openly anymore. It seemed like the man who opened the door for him was just trying to gain a client at first, but now he sounded quite like anyone else going about their lives.

“That’s so cool,” Kisumi commented, and giggled. “I could never do it, can’t stand pain.”

Makoto shrugged, and looked to the tv. “I guess with a body like this, that was one of the natural careers I could choose.”
He was exceptionally big, tall and wide and had a load of well-maintained muscles distributed all over his body. If not for his usually kind and soft expression, anyone would have been intimidated by looking at him, and Kisumi could only imagine the energy stored in that body. The thought of it had flashed in his mind as soon as he saw Makoto, actually. He just had to try. Most of the time the clients he and Nagisa got were either average on a good day, or below average if not straight up old and and unpleasant on bad days. Makoto, according to their own standards, was pretty much a miracle, sitting right there in their flat.

“Yeah, I do bet on that,” Kisumi sighed. He was quite well-built too, and his frame was different from Nagisa’s. He looked bigger, and even though his looks were sort of more on the mature side, the two of them had similar personalities and a lot of times the two of them got called for threesomes, or moresomes. Some of their clients and other prostitutes called them ‘the strawberry duo’ - sweet, fun and sometimes wild.

“How did the two of you meet?” Makoto inquired, with a curious head tilt. Kisumi laughed, then sighed as he looked up, in reminiscing.

“Hmmmm, well… it was more of a settlement. He was stealing my clients, and I was stealing his, so we had some… some sort of passive-aggressive fighting going on, you know? Apparently people who’d choose him would choose me too, and sometimes he would get more, sometimes I would, because we sort of…both aligned with their taste, you know? So we thought: we might as well team up in business. We got this flat together, so we share the rent and expenses and honestly? We get along now. He’s fun to live with.” He looked back at Makoto, and flashed a fond smile despite himself. “I like to believe he thinks the same about me.”

“Yeah, he does sound like he’s fun,” Makoto agreed, and chuckled with a sweet, amused sound. “You sound fun too.”

“Ooooh,” Kisumi cooed, with his eyes going wide and a sly spark appearing in his eyes for a moment. “So you do like me! Are you really sure you wouldn’t want to start out with me while you wait for Nagisa? And then we could all get together.”

Makoto blinked furiously, and scratched his head as he giggled and cleared his throat.

“Um… that sounds tempting, but I’m not… into that kind of thing. You know, threesomes. It’s too much, and it’s… awkward for me,” he replied, while red expanded on his face again.

“Awww, I made you blush again! Fair enough,” Kisumi replied, even with a disappointed pout. He really did act a lot like Nagisa, Makoto found himself thinking, at least going from what he’d seen. He could perfectly understand why some people would exchange them and be satisfied anyway. But Nagisa was smaller and softer and more on the cute side, like a puppy, and that somehow seemed to play more into Makoto’s taste. And honestly, in a dark recess in his mind, he’d imagined banging him in every position since the first time they’d talked. He would never say that, though. Well, not yet.

As soon as the tea was ready, Kisumi sauntered towards Makoto with a cup in his hand, and one for himself in the other.

Makoto had enough time to take a couple of sips before the entry door unlocked and in came Nagisa, looking bent over from the sheer weigh of the bags he was carrying.

“Next time you’re coming with me, Kisu-chan,” he panted, taking his shoes off and letting the bags rest next to the door before blowing on his hands and hanging his jacket. “And you’re carrying half of everything!”

“That’s what rock-paper-scissors is for: to have a winner, and I won!” Kisumi retorted, happily humming over his cup and sitting close to Makoto, whose whole body turned almost fast enough to make him spill his tea. He let out a worried gasp when he almost saw the dark liquid splash all over him - but his reflexes were faster than that. However, the sound made Nagisa’s attention perk, and then - “Mako-chan!” - his chirp came loud and clear from the doorway.

“A-ah, hello, Nagi-- Hazuki… san?” he hummed, putting the cup down and standing up with some nervous fidgeting of his fingers.

“That’s some nonsense, I told you before to just call me Nagisa!” he replied, with a little giggle, and trotted over to him. “So you did want to see me again.” His chirping voice sounded so appropriate for his looks, for how fluffy his curls looked, for his big cherry eyes and relatively small size. He almost resembled a tiny innocent puppy indeed - except Makoto knew the way he moaned and the way his eyes drooped and the way he could ride a cock, and it had nothing to do with innocence. The only effectively puppy-like thing he’d seen about Nagisa was how eager to please he was.
“I do. I had another match today, and I, uh-” He started, but Nagisa’s lips moved and settled in a knowing smile.
“I see. You need to let it out, don’t you?” He cooed, and let his fingers slide around Makoto’s wrist, gently.
“Yeah,” he admitted, sounding relieved.
“Mmmmh.” Nagisa sounded pleased. Kisumi eyed him with a pout, crossing his arms, and plopped back down on the sofa.
“Unfair,” he mumbled. “For once we get an actual Adonis and you’re going to keep him all to yourself.”
Nagisa just smiled, and pulled his tongue out at him as he guided Makoto to the ‘guest room’ before shutting the door behind him.

The ‘guest room’ looked like a normal extra room for friends or family with a double bed, except there was a noticeable stack of fresh sheets on a chair, some small bottles Makoto could definitely recognize on the bedside table and, oddly enough, a single abandoned dildo in the middle of the bed - but Makoto guessed there were a lot more toys in the room too.
He had no time to notice the details, anyway, since within a couple of seconds Nagisa was against him, lifted on his toes to reach his neck, and his hand was already slipping under Makoto’s shirt.

Makoto had planned on talking a bit, working the details out with some patience, exchanging some pleasantries, and he had not really wanted to start it out right away. Maybe he was a bit old-fashioned, and maybe he hadn’t really had enough contact with Nagisa to understand how it worked with him, but regardless his body reacted near immediately with his well-shaped muscles tensing up at the contact and shivers buzzing under his skin, and he let out a heavy, relieved sigh before he tilted his head and pulled Nagisa closer to kiss him. At first Nagisa hummed and with the tip of his tongue brushed on Makoto’s lip - a bit cheeky - and then shoved his tongue inside, to get a taste of a boxer’s mouth right after fighting (and the taste was: bitter, but not bad), all to gain a little whimper that vibrated in their mouths.

The defeat still burned in the back of Makoto’s mind, the disappointment still made something boil in his stomach - that was why he accepted to start things out right away when the first time around Nagisa chatted his ears off before proposing to have sex. And this time, Makoto knew another kind of activity would make some of the leftover tension melt away, rather than taking a walk or a hot shower.

Plus, Nagisa’s lips were soft and plump, his smell a sweet and soft one, and he seemed to be built specifically to lure both alphas and betas to him, with his firm, cute little butt and sweet lips and a misleading innocent look.

Makoto was just bound to fall right in his arms, giving little to no resistance. And they were comfortable arms, Nagisa’s mouth knew how to do the work, his eyes were magic since he did not even realize Nagisa was rolling a condom on him after pulling his pants down while looking up at him, and when Makoto dove his fingers through the blond mane of fluffy curls as Nagisa went down on him, he let out a relieved sigh, pleasure immediately mounting in his core. They’d told him that a condom would take some of the pleasure away, but if that was the case Makoto did not notice anything of the sort happening to him, because every motion and every suction around him made his head get lighter and lighter - it was like Nagisa was sucking every thought and all bitterness from him too.

It ended all too soon, though. The first time Makoto had stood there at a street corner regaining his conscience too slowly and blinking heavily as he tried to reconnect all his neurons in a functional way, to figure out why the pleasure had stopped. This time around it only took him a second, but he still let out a frustrated grunt even though Nagisa was already attacking his neck with little bites and quick licks.

“That’s sweaty,” he muttered, weak as he placed his hands on Nagisa’s sides.

“I like it,” Nagisa purred, and pressed another kiss against Makoto’s lips. “You know, I never kiss clients,” he then revealed, and giggled. “Not even the handsome ones. That’s how much of my type you are.”

Makoto might look stupid to some people, and he might look gullible, but even he knew better than to really believe flattery. Even though Nagisa had looked genuinely glad to find him there, it was too early to think about anything, and it would be too idiotic to take his words seriously. Nagisa was a hooker, after all - that was sort of his job too.

So he smirked, “really?”, and grabbed Nagisa’s hips, hoisting him and as soon as he felt thin yet strong legs wrap around his waist, he walked towards the bed while kissing him, and then threw him on it, looking at the way his body bounced on the mattress. Nagisa squeaked with surprise, blinking, and looked with his lips parted and eyes wide as Makoto got rid of his hoodie showing off his chest and the muscles flexing under his skin. Nagisa spent a generous amount of moments staring at the blue-ish veins leading his gaze down, and licked his lips, swallowed in anticipation, and looked up with a gaze of fire.

Makoto could see Nagisa’s face flush pink, and grow redder.

Makoto looked down at himself, and then grimaced.

“You know what? I should probably take a shower, I’m still-” he began, but Nagisa sighed and croaked, “nonsense. Come here!”

It probably did not look that good - how eager he was to be fucked when teasing was also part of his job, but he’d gone to a few of those matches Makoto was fighting in. And he was not generally into boxing, but he’d been trying to go at each one of Makoto’s since the first time, when Kisumi dragged him there to ‘hang out’, and he got back home with two boxing newbies after a very drunk party.

He remembers getting a bit hard in his pants when Makoto lifted a giant man almost as big as himself and threw him on the floor with a sound that could be best described as a roar, his muscles tensing and his skin glimmering with sweat. Nagisa was not the kind of man that thought about sex as often as most people would think, but he could not help imagining that kind of raw power ramming inside of him, to the point of making his asshole hurt for hours… and, well, he’d sought that kind of possibility out since then.

The first time had not been it. It was sort of predictable, and Makoto was obviously nervous and he held himself back despite how many times Nagisa told him not to, that he was used to the discomfort and friction of an entire cock thrusting inside of him. Not that Nagisa found anything to complain about, from the way Makoto sounded to how hard and big and thick he was. Either way, this time he looked at Makoto crawl carefully on the bed, and position himself above him.

Makoto was surprised at how comfortable that situation was for him, today. He was definitely not used to sleeping with prostitutes, and he’d avoided sex for a while since he deemed that sort of thing a distraction, and draining on his energies too. But even though he was not used to it anymore, it really did not feel awkward, not as he grabbed the edge of Nagisa’s comfy pants and pulled them down to reveal his thin yet muscly legs and the evident half-hard swelling in his underwear. Not that he’d tried to conceal his shapes, given how tight his clothes were.

“I didn’t expect to see you so soon,” Nagisa said, smirking, as he lifted on his elbows and looked at Makoto. Usually he didn’t gaze so much, but Makoto was a sight to witness. The green in his kind eyes, the way his muscles tensed and moved under his skin, the bit of short, unkempt beard around his chin, the focused look in his eyes together with a pink shade of embarrassment on his cheeks. Nagisa wanted to turn it into red excitement, he thought as he pushed against Makoto’s chest to sit up and take his own tee off. Makoto immediately reached with his hands to slide them over Nagisa’s sides, and sighed as the wish for him grew.

Nagisa was lean. He clearly went to the gym and did regular physical activity too, given how firm and slender his body was, but even though his sizes were even, he still looked small and fragile somehow. Maybe it was his eyes, or the roundish shape of his face. He looked like he used to have some baby fat on his cheeks, and like he lost some of those soft lines since exiting puberty, but he still had somewhat cuddly and tender looks, so much that Makoto couldn’t help cupping his cheeks and kissing him again.

“I like your taste,” he said, as his hands slid down Nagisa’s chest and pressed to force him laying down. Nagisa put up no resistance at all, but complied and his face lit up with a bright smile.

“I like yours too,” he purred, luscious, and let his legs relax, parting for Makoto’s body to slide between - which he did. “I also like your post-match look,” he added, pushing his fingers through Makoto’s ruffled hair.

Makoto sighed, closing his eyes for a moment at the contact, but then simply dove down attacking Nagisa’s neck, and began pumping his hand around his own cock while licking long stripes along the soft curve - he sensed the bobbing motion when Nagisa swallowed with arousal.

“Hm, that’s hot~” Nagisa muttered, with his eyes drooping as his fingers ran down Makoto’s chest and felt all the shapes and bas-relief of it. His body was simply a masterpiece. A strong, firm, living work of art, right above him. “You’re gorgeous,” he added, rubbing the palms of his hands on it a bit longer as his eyes glittered with anticipation and he insisted on his nipples particularly.

There it was - red on Makoto’s face. Nagisa smiled, poking playfully at his cheeks, but Makoto groaned as the tension gathered in his belly grew even more, and he grabbed Nagisa’s wrists pinning them above his head, on the pillow, held them down almost without any effort with one hand while the other roamed over the lithe body under him.

“Is it okay if I call you cute? Because you’re incredibly cute,” Makoto grumbled, before nibbling on Nagisa’s ear a little.

“It’s okay,” Nagisa replied, in a low hum. He’d seen beautiful bodies above him and even beautiful faces between his legs and heard the warmest voices speaking right into his ear, before, but Makoto did not look at him the way the other people did - like a pastime, like a service to pay. He had consideration in his eyes, and as frustrating as the teasing was, he seemed to be terrified of breaking Nagisa somehow, of hurting him. Which he addressed right away.

“You know, I’m not made of glass, so you can do what you want with me, Mako-chan,” he said, even though his body could appreciate the time it was allowed to relax. Getting stuff shoved up his ass while he was still tense was not the most fun he’d experienced before.

Makoto bit down on his lip, doubtful. Yes, Nagisa did look strong, at least strong enough, but there was still something holding Makoto back, about him. He hesitated, but eventually resolved to letting go of Nagisa’s wrists and taking off his underwear, before getting rid of his own.

“Yeah, go on,” Nagisa hummed, spurring him onto grabbing the bottle of lube and another condom right by, on the bedside table. While he wore the rubber, Nagisa took the dildo that was still sitting there next to them, and lubed it up before quietly beginning to stretch himself out for Makoto, who almost forgot what he was doing as he looked Nagisa’s hips moving in slow arches, and his eyes flutter with concentration as he forced his own muscles into relaxing - then he let out a little moan that stabbed right through Makoto’s groin and made him let out a heavy sigh.

“Are you looking at me?” Nagisa asked with a thin, faint voice, and Makoto nodded, slowly rubbing himself into hardness. “Yes.”

“Good.” Nagisa smirked, biting his lip, and then shoved the whole thing inside himself in one move, without blinking or looking bothered… Makoto’s eyes widened with concern and disbelief. That dildo... it was huge. Probably bigger than his cock, too, and Nagisa’s hole seemed to have completely dilated to suck it in.

“What the… heck,” he whispered, and again he could hear his own heart thrum with wild excitement while the rest of his body warmed up. “Just like that?”

Nagisa giggled. “It’s like one of my party tricks.”

“You do that a lot at parties?” Makoto asked, with his brows shooting up, and Nagisa eyed him for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.

“I mean, if I’m getting paid I might do it at parties too,” he replied with a little shrug. “Anyway, I have another party trick,” he added, and nothing about his smile had any trace of innocence now. Pause for suspense. “No gag reflex.”

Makoto’s jaw dropped and his eyes blew wide. He swallowed a knot down his throat, and asked, “really? Oh... boy. Oh, boy.”

Nagisa gave a few slow, amused nods, while biting his lip, and thrusted the toy inside a few more times.

“Shall I get the real thing now?”

“Oh, yeah, absolutely,” Makoto groaned with sheer frustration, grabbing his thighs and carefully slid the dildo out, put it back on the sheet and helped Nagisa’s hips to lift up with a pillow under them, before lining up with him and pushing in gently with a grunt building up in his throat as warmth enveloped him.

Nagisa clung to him right away, with his legs clenching tight around his hips and his arms wrapping up around the boxer’s neck. Makoto’s scent was so strong it filled him up right away, just like his huge cock pushing inside of him and teasing every nerve it rubbed past.

Nagisa’s breath grew quicker when the pace got faster, his lips opened, but no sound came out of them. Makoto whispered gently with a healthy dose of concern, “are you okay?” and Nagisa nodded, quiet, as his eyes fluttered close.

“I’m good, don’t worry,” he replied, wondering why this felt so different from every other time he did this.

Maybe because of how kind Makoto looked and acted, and maybe because of this protective aura he seemed to have around him at all times. Something that made him look safe. It made Nagisa relax, like a spell was laid on him that made him get comfortable instantly. But only around this person, apparently.

And, comfortably, Nagisa began moaning pretty soon, rocking his hips before he looked at Makoto with his breath heavy and labored.

“You know… I’m actually… enjoying this. It doesn’t happen very often,” he said, with a warmth in the pit of his stomach that kept growing more intense and expanding with every thrust inside of him, until it reached his cheeks and seeped right under his skin.

“Ah, really?”

“Yeah. Shit- so good,” Nagisa breathed out, with his legs clinging tighter around Makoto’s waist. “Stay forever,” he muttered, which was clearly a sign his capability of expressing rational thoughts had completely left.

The same was valid for Makoto, as he grunted against Nagisa’s ear and bit it, not even too softly, and growled, “yeah,” before his hips began snapping faster, harder, making the bed creak with each push.

At this point, Nagisa’s body had been holding back for whole minutes, but now it was getting almost impossible to hold it longer, and he whined as he tried letting the pleasure accumulate a little bit longer, but eventually he had to let it burst and finally he came while his whole body tensed up for a couple of seconds and then sunk into the bed, with Makoto still thrusting inside of him until he let himself come as well, and had enough conscious thought in him to roll off instead of just letting himself drop. Which Nagisa was very grateful for.

“Shit,” he hummed, eyes closed as he savored ever buzz of pleasure in his body, while Makoto took the condom off and dragged himself to the bin before collapsing on the bed again.

“Shit,” he agreed, with heavy pants pushing out of his lips. “Hey, sorry and I don’t know if this is something you guys do, but can I crash here? I don’t think I have enough energy to walk home.”

He definitely did not, not at the moment. Between the fight and this much more energy being used, he was completely spent. Nagisa looked at him and hummed with a nod, rolling on his side to look at him.

“Yeah, no problem. Dinner for three then, we don’t mind the company. Actually, we get people crashing here on the regular. Like, you know, friends and stuff. Kisu-chan will be cool with it too, so don’t worry. Stay.”

That was almost entirely true. Usually Kisumi would not allow just anyone to sleep in their flat, but he was definitely more liberal with guests than most people in the neighborhood. And in this case, he surely would not even dream of protesting about it.

“Thanks,” Makoto replied, with a feeble smile. Nagisa looked at him, and then sighed rubbing his eyelids.

“By the way, I’m sorry about Kisu-chan. He’s always thirsty as an act, but sometimes he goes way over the top. Hope he didn’t make you feel too uncomfortable, he just got broken up with and he’s especially sensitive to handsome men. Don’t mind him too much,” Nagisa said with a clearly embarrassed glance.

Makoto looked back at him, and as his cheeks flushed a light pink he shook his head, patting Nagisa’s arm.

“Oh, no, it’s fine. I mean, he took me by surprise at first, but… it’s actually quite flattering. I’m sorry about that, too. Who was his boyfriend?”

“Oh, a complete asshole. Cute, but cold. Honestly I didn’t like him at all, it’s good that he’s not hanging around here anymore.”

Makoto nibbled down on his lip before continuing, “and what about you? Are you with someone?”

Nagisa eyed him a bit, trying to hide a smile.

“No. I’ve had a bunch of boyfriends and girlfriends, but none of them lasted after I told them what I do for a living. So I’m trying not to think about it too much. If something good happens then it happens, I’m not going to chase people around anymore.”

He seemed quite serene too, while saying that, but it did not put off Makoto at all as he expected to hear some kind of flirting. But he also reasoned, of course nothing would happen right now. He would be lying if he said he was completely uninterested in Nagisa, but he also thought coming to this place as a client or just to hang out seemed good for him right now. Because if he decided something, it was that he would definitely be coming back in the future.

“And I take it you’re not busy right now?” Nagisa asked, nonchalant, as he stretched his arms like a bored teen.

“Ah… no. No, I just got out of a relationship with a guy recently, but I think it’s my fault.” He paused, with a sigh. “I’ve been training more lately, and he decided he got bored of me.”

“Aw, that’s a shame,” Nagisa commented, not really feeling all that sorry about it, in all honesty. “Was it a bad break-up?”

Makoto seemed to think about it for the first time as he looked at the ceiling with a little frown.

“It was sad for me, but now I’m focusing more on boxing and I don’t have much time to think about him much. Which is a really good thing, if you ask me. So… yeah, but I’m not too upset about it.”

Nagisa nodded, sympathetic, but shrugged with a careless chirp. “Well, his loss.”

Makoto smiled and then scoffed with a giggle. “Yeah, his loss.”

The room grew quiet for a bit as they just lay there, lost in thought, until Nagisa changed the subject: “oh, by the way, now you can take a shower if you want.” He gave Makoto a little wink. The other blinked, and sat up looking down at his sweaty body.

“Oh. Oh, yes, I think I will. Thanks.”

Nagisa smiled softly.

“You’re welcome. Gosh, you’re so polite,” he commented, leaning over to press a little ghost kiss on Makoto’s lips, without thinking, really. “I can’t believe you’re not married.”

Makoto smiled, trying to not let himself be lulled into any delusion, but Nagisa sounded and looked so sweet in that moment. He just could not help the fact that his heart had began racing, even though he did think in a corner of his mind this was probably a praxis way of behaving for Nagisa and Kisumi. He used to be unbelievably naif once, he gave his kindness away to so many people who did not show the same consideration in turn that it had become a bit hard to trust anyone with what remained of it. But Nagisa seemed to naturally and effortlessly skip over all those walls, and Makoto had missed not being entirely suspicious of people, just like this. Maybe this was why he had come back. Maybe he just missed a little bit of what he was before.

“Glad you had fun,” Kisumi commented after a while, openly sounding bitter, once they got out of the room, both washed and cleaned and freshly dressed - they’d spent a while looking for some clothes for Makoto to borrow that could actually fit him, and luckily they’d found some track suit of Kisumi’s that he’d bought by mistake and was one or two sizes larger than his own, but he’d kept it because it was really comfortable to be in. His lazy Sunday outfit, in short.

“Let’s make dinner!” Nagisa chirped, ignoring him and trotting to the kitchen. “What are we making? Oh! I bought frozen pizza!”

Kisumi glared at him, rolling his eyes.

“First off you aren’t making anything, I don’t want this place to explode,” he grumbled, getting up from the couch from where he was watching ads listlessly, and pushed Nagisa away from all the kitchen utilities. “He shoved a fork in a toaster once. And the toaster was on,” he explained to Makoto, who seemed to be quite amused by their interactions.

“I was trying to get my toast!” Nagisa protested, pouting.

“Usually you’d turn the toaster off before shoving stuff in it, you idiot,” Kisumi said impatiently.

“Whatever! I can cook anyway, let me…”

“I don’t trust you,” Kisumi interrupted him, pointing a big spoon at him. “And that’s final. And by the way, we’re not having frozen pizza, we’re having a real meal this time. We’re having guests, right?” He continued, eyeing Makoto, and Makoto got the impression that even if he hadn’t agreed on it with Nagisa, Kisumi would’ve forced him to stay anyway. “You can set the table and then fuck off somewhere.”

Nagisa’s grimace was the picture of offense.

“He’s just jealous because he wanted to ride you,” Nagisa told Makoto, petty, while complying.

“Can you blame me?” Kisumi almost screeched, waving his hands around.

Nagisa seemed to grow really quiet for a while, blinking.

“No, actually I can’t,” he finally replied, with a large, really satisfied smile.

Makoto was just standing there, unsure on whether blushing or protesting about how deeply inappropriate that whole exchange was, but he settled for just looking at their back and forth before interjecting.

“Um, I asked Nagisa but I wanted to ask you too: can I crash here for tonight?”

Kisumi was busy bickering with Nagisa, but stopped mid-sentence to rush towards Makoto and grab both his hands with a huge grin.

“Yes! Stay tonight, stay tomorrow, stay however long you want, our home is your home, step on me and I’ll thank you… wait, you’re on a first name-basis?”

Makoto blinked even more confused and bewildered, and then he looked at Nagisa who shrugged, meaning both I told you so for Makoto, and yes, apparently we are for Kisumi.

“You’re being just a little bit of a molester, Kisu-chan,” he intervened anyway, crossing his arms. “It sounds like you never get any, chill out.”

“Easy for you to say!” Kisumi protested, but took a step back anyway and got back to preparing dinner. Makoto scratched his head, looking helpless and maybe a little bit guilty, but Nagisa grabbed his wrist with a wink, and made him sit at the table.

Soon enough, both got engrossed in light chatter about this and that, work, travels, future projects. Makoto had no big plans for his boxing career, he said he was mostly content with the matches he got and the money they made him, which seemed to really surprise both Kisumi and Nagisa.

“But you’re really good! You could go like.... national!” Nagisa said, spreading his arms wide.

“So then you could said you fucked a boxe champion,” Kisumi added, and Nagisa pulled his tongue at him.

“Yeah, maybe?”

Makoto shrugged, wisely ignoring both of them.

“I don’t know? I just don’t care. I’m not that passionate about it. It’s fun, but… that would require a whole lot more time to spend on it, and I’m fine with what I have now. Which already costed me a relationship, so maybe I should calm down a bit.”

“Well… I just think there’s always something better,” Kisumi said, suddenly more serious, stirring the pot. “But I guess I can see where you come from. Does it pay well?”

Makoto shrugged.

“I can afford visiting you guys, so I’m not doing too bad,” he replied, smiling.

“So will you do me too?” Kisumi asked immediately, before Makoto could finish his sentence.

“Mmmh…”

“Say no,” Nagisa giggled.

“Mmmmh…”

“Shut up, Nagisa!” Kisumi sounded legitimately angry now, but it was Makoto’s turn to interrupt him.

“Actually I was thinking about that idea of threesomes. I never tried, you know? If you would treat me well...” He said, quietly, trying to hide a soft, cheeky smile. It was evident he was starting to get some fun out of this.

“OH!” Both Nagisa and Kisumi yelled, and Makoto began laughing.

“Wow, am I that attractive?”

Nagisa and Kisumi looked at each other, blinking fast and heavy.

“Are you kidding? Are you kidding right now? You’re the most perfect thing we’ve ever seen in our entire lives!” Kisumi said, gesturing dramatically.

Makoto laughed some more, and then shrugged again.

“Well, thank you. I’m just saying… I might be a bit curious about that. If you’re as good as Nagisa is, I might think about it quite seriously.”

Kisumi smiled, flapping his eyelashes.

“I’m better.”

Makoto expected Nagisa to contradict that, but Nagisa was weirdly quiet, tilting his head.

“Let’s say he’s more of a freak. I’m on the cute and innocent act side,” he commented, and tilted his head the other way. “I’m not sure that means he’s--”

“I’m better,” Kisumi repeated, more vehement as he sat and scooted closer to Makoto. “Trust me.”

Makoto looked at him a bit embarrassed, but eventually scratched his head and looked at Nagisa a bit hesitantly, like he was regretting the way the conversation had turned.

“Well… if both of you get me you won’t fight, right?”

Both Kisumi and Nagisa immediately giggled, ruffling his hair.

“We’re playing with you!” Kisumi said, and leaned back on the chair, glancing over at the pot.

Makoto blinked, feeling the tension instantly vanish from the room and turned into warmth. Oh.

He relaxed too, immediately, but he found himself thinking now he really could not help growing more curious about them. It was an odd situation to be in, but it seemed a lot quieter than he’d imagined.

Now he was definitely going to come back and hang around them more, that was for sure.