Kita groans quietly, pressed between the twins and both of them driving him a little crazy. He rocks down into Atsumu's fingers, leans a little toward him as Osamu's slides his finger between his cheeks. He pants, and it feels like he's run a marathon when all he's done is stood here between them.

"Ah..mmm," He gasps, pressing his lips together before he made too loud of a noise as the other's cock presses against his and has him grabbing onto Atsumu's arms to steady himself because it'd be so easy to go down to the ground at this point.

He presses back toward Osamu, and the vague thought of condoms came to mind but in the haze of pleasure and desire he also just as quickly dismisses it for the time being. It feels too good to say anything that might make it stop.