let's pretend i didn't forget to do this!!!!! and let's pretend too that tenki and doi are twins <3

Calloused hands, unkind strokes, a carelessness to Rikichi's pleasure that begets disdain, annoyance, and deep-rooted jealousy, maybe. He doesn't need his vision to know who it is.

"T—Tenki?" he half moans, half calls, eyelashes fluttering against his blindfold.

A low, unamused hum, and he's rewarded for his efforts with two pairs of lips against his quivering throat.

"That's right," Doi sounds so warm, gentle, but Rikichi's conflicted; he's all too reminded of how Doi speaks to his students.

"Stop spoiling him," Tenki is frigid, mean, always has been, yet it's by his hands that Rikichi spills much too early.