Kita pants, looking down at Atsumu and then shifting to look back at Osamu. His knees buckle for a moment when Atsumu teases at him and then pushes his tongue inside, hand pressing on the slippery wall. Osamu broad body against his back, his strong arms around him and that low voice to his sensitive neck... It's so overwhelming.

"I... I don't know if I can keep standing," he admits to the two of them but fuck between the other's cock against his ass and the tongue in his pussy he is nearly pushed into another orgasm. They're going to wring him out tonight aren't they? He feels a throbbing heat at that thought, a desire for that exact thing. A fleeting image of at the end being exhausted and thoroughly fucked and used and pleasured and fitted between the two of them comfortably to sleep... it's fleeting and it's hard to hold onto that when he's trying to stay upright and they're assaulting his body with so much pleasure.

"Want you both..." he admits out loud. It feels selfish and shameful but it's the truth.