"There is no way," Kanata said in response to Gotou's remark, leaned forward, elbow on the low table. "No. /Way./"
It was Masayoshi who put the blindfold on him, eyes concerned. Gotou hadn't had that much to drink, but he was proving a point, here, and besides hadn't(more) it been his idea to provoke Kanata in the first place? "It's okay," he said to Masayoshi, voice a little hoarse already because someone was tugging on the waistband of his pants.
He couldn't tell whose hands were who, at first. His clothes came off quickly, rustles of fabric and he was shoved, naked, onto his bed. Teasing hands ran down his sides and up his chest, and a gentle mouth covered his. "Kanata," Gotou murmured against the mouth, and there was a startled intake of breath.
"Lucky guess," Kanata said.
It was overwhelming because they didn't take turns, tongue and teeth on a nipple at the same time that someone deep-throated him; fingers pushed inside him slick with lube while someone else kissed up to his neck, but every time he gasped a name they stilled for a moment.
"No way," Kanata said, the distinct sound of Gotou's cock sliding from his mouth. "You cannot tell us apart like this...!"
They stopped touching him for a moment, fingers trailing away and Gotou keened at the loss of contact -- until firm hands gripped his thighs and spread his legs, and he felt the pressure of a cock's head against him. Gotou writhed, wasn't embarrassed by how needy he sounded as he groaned Masayoshi's name, and he stopped pushing in, surprised.
"Gotou-san," Masayoshi said, happiness in his voice as leaned over and kissed him deeply.
"Fuck," Kanata said, and squeezed Gotou's cock.
"Of course I can tell you apart," Gotou said.(less)