The man working his thumb in Noya’s mouth laughed. He pulled his thumb out, lifted Noya’s head higher up and pressed his lips on Noya’s. Asahi could see him push his tongue past Noya’s lips into his mouth, claiming it with slow, heavy strokes. He couldn’t watch, so he turned to look at the two that were at the foot of the mattress, by Noya’s ass. One was holding Noya’s hips up, while the other was spreading his ass cheeks apart, thumbs circling around the pink entrance Asahi had sometimes dared to dream about in his most secret fantasies. He felt nauseous and lowered his head, his eyes closed and tears at the corners of them.
A slap sounded through the room and Asahi felt a stinging pain on his left cheek. He was startled to look up again, and immediately the man on his left side had a hand squeezing on his jaw.
“Pay attention,” the man on his right said. “We’re putting on a show for you, and you’re so ungrateful you won’t even look.”
Tutting, the man shook his head, and the hold on Asahi’s jaw weakened until the hand withdrew completely. Asahi’s cheek was burning with the slap, and he kept his head up and eyes opened. He didn’t want to look at the scene unfolding before him, but he didn’t know how to avoid watching without being found out.