nealuchi | God of Novels

Title: God of Novels
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Naoya, Akutagawa, Takiji
Pairing(s): Akutagawa/Naoya/Takiji
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 645
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Naoya's title, and how his lovers show their appreciation for it and him.
Notes: a good old threesome pwp

Naoya’s relationship with the title “God of Novels” is complicated.

On the one hand, he’s worked hard to earn that title, and no one can tell him it isn’t deserved. Everyone likes to be recognized for their handiwork, and Naoya is no exception. With a title like that, it’d be a shame if he didn’t use it.

On the other hand, he knows too many people with poor self-esteem to begin with, and when they compare themselves to him the title doesn’t help. Naoya’s told Ryuunosuke a thousand times that they’re different authors and he can’t be Naoya any more than Naoya can be him, but it’s never sunk in. Takiji admires him as a mentor, but has difficulty opening up to him about his burdens, mumbling something about not wanting to bother him when Naoya asks.

On the third hand:

Naoya remembers agreeing to be tied to the bed when Takiji suggested it, and he remembers agreeing when Akutagawa said they should take his clothes off first so they didn’t have to worry about whether they could get them off with his arms tied above his head. He remembers Takiji carefully tying Naoya’s hands with Naoya’s own scarf, and the both of them fretting over whether Naoya was comfortable, if it was too tight, if it was too loose, etc., until Naoya had convinced them that he was fine.

It feels like that was years ago.

Realistically it was probably more like fifteen minutes, but fifteen minutes feels like years when you’re tied to a bed with two gorgeous men adoring your body very, very thoroughly.

Ryuunosuke has peppered his hands with kisses, paying attention to each individual finger, palm, wrist. Every line of muscle in his arms, every spot on his shoulders that makes him gasp. His throat has been sucked on and kissed until it ached, and only now is Ryuunosuke starting to head chestward.

Takiji had started from the bottom, kissing Naoya’s feet, ankles, shins, the spot on the back of his knee that Naoya never knew was sensitive before. He’d settled between Naoya’s legs to nuzzle his thighs, murmuring something Naoya couldn’t hear but felt in his core.

And Naoya - Naoya is not an easily flustered man, but if his arms weren’t tied, he would be covering his face.

“Hey…” The quiver in Naoya’s voice matches Takiji’s hum against his skin. “How much longer are you going to be doing this?”

This, worshiping every part of his body except the part he really expected to be involved by this point. He’s been hard long enough that it’s probably a medical concern, if he were capable of being concerned about anything outside this bed.

“Hmm, how much longer…” Ryuunosuke sounds like he’s genuinely considering it, even pulling his mouth away from a pectoral to answer. “Do you think we’ve worshiped the God of Novels enough?”

The question is obviously directed at Takiji, who hums for a second longer before replying. “I don’t think so.”

“You two-” Naoya’s voice breaks into a moan when Ryuunosuke flicks his tongue over a nipple. He’s shaking so hard that his scarf is pulling at the headboard, even when Naoya’s trying so hard not to just rip it apart so that he can touch himself and get relief.

Takiji trails kisses further up the inside of Naoya’s thighs, so close to where he wants it, close enough that Naoya can feel his warm breath, and Naoya-

-comes untouched, covering the startled Takiji’s face.

“Maybe we did draw it out too long…” Takiji sits up, wiping some come off his chin with two fingers and sticking them in his mouth. Before he can swallow, Akutagawa leans over to kiss him deeply enough to chase Naoya’s come in Takiji’s mouth.

Naoya is pretty sure this kind of ‘worship’ will kill him, but what a way to go.