Asahi tried to focus on the men instead of the way they were handling Noya. The one with his tongue still sweeping every corner of Noya’s mouth had short brown hair and a lean figure. He looked almost weak, but from the way he had been handling Noya it was obvious that he wasn’t quite as weak as he may have appeared. Seeing a stranger kiss Noya in the way Asahi had wanted to made a tear escape his eye down his cheek. Noya was still unconscious and his body unresponsive, and that was the only comfort Asahi had.
The two men working on Noya’s ass had changed positions slightly. The man holding Noya’s hips up was now also spreading his cheeks apart, making it easier for the other man to pour lube over Noya’s entrance. Asahi was close enough to see how it twitched when the cool substance slid over it. The man in charge of the lube had a scar on his elbow, the light colour of it contrasting with the dark tan he had. His face looked much younger than his body did, and Asahi wondered if he was even much older than he and Noya were. He spread the lube over Noya’s entrance with firm fingers, pushing against the puckered ring and smiling at the way it gave in with each push. The man holding Noya’s hips was looking at the way his ass was touched in awe, his blond hair long enough that he had swept it behind his ear. He was the shortest of the group but had impressive muscles, his broad chest pulling on the fabric of his shirt.