Gently, Osamu pulled his cock out of Kita and set him on his feet.

He turned the shower back on, rinsing the sweat off of them. They had worked one up.

His brother was leering at Kita. Well, it was half a leer, half a look of adoration. They both liked their captain; both were halfway in love with him. Both wanted him. And they both had had him.

And if they played cards right, both could have him for a long time. Maybe forever. They just had to share him. Neither were good at sharing with the other.

But they hadn't shared a living thing before. The one dog their family had owned had been utterly their father's, and as babies and toddlers, according to their parents, who always laughed when they recalled these stories, had battled her and each other in a three-way battle for 'daddy's attention' with her winning more than the baby twins. Osamu didn't remember much of her, as by the time he started forming memories, she was an old thing who liked scratches behind her ears and sighed a lot.

But they were older, more mature... ish. And Kita was more than capable of putting them in their place.

"I think," Osamu said as he looked over Kita's form. "That you should be on your knees next. We got on our knees for you. It's your turn."