"Not exactly the same. America is a lot less hierarchical than us so the way it presents there is less about how alphas are definitely above betas who are definitely above omegas and more about... Well, the people who try to appeal to the Western progressives talk about specialisation of labour, the people who don't talk about how an omega's place is in the kitchen. They don't have nearly as much in the sense of alphas only being with alphas, though, at least not in the official discourse. Even though American politicians—especially but not exclusively right-wing ones—mysteriously almost all come from all-alpha families, they don't actually say that this is a good thing in public. And the left-wings ones even say it's bad and publicly act ashamed of it." Tōkan snorts again. "But there's still gender bullshit everywhere, in general, yes."

"...how'd you know all of that?"

"The internet."

"...hm."

By which he means, "of course the rich boy speaks English", which he doesn't want to say because he is allergic to ever saying something that sounds stupid to him. In that way Inori is consistent.

He is also consistently hungry and will eat anything the other two don't.

"Does he always—"

"Yes. He's a black hole."

"You didn't complain last time I sucked you off."

Subaru nearly spits all of his tea out and has to reach for a towel while he coughs to wipe himself dry.

Tōkan on the other hand just looks impressed. "Yamada Inori did you just make a sex joke?"

"I'm not stupid, you know. And," he hikes a thumb to the side, "Subaru's reactions are hilarious."

"Asshole," he says between coughs.

Tōkan does not miss that this is the first time Inori uses Subaru's given name correctly, unproptedly.

"Maybe you should give Subaru a demonstration of what exactly you mean."

Inori scoffs but he does push the table away and scoot over to the other side of the sofa so he can pull the leg of Tōkan's boxers up. The tip of his cock was already poking past the end, and soon Inori's licking it with a lot of gusto.

Subaru is blushing a lot now. This is, actually, the first time he's been with Tōkan in such a situation with someone else and he's starting to get the appeal. Also...

"This was kinda sudden," he says, which just adds to the hotness.

Tōkan is already making noises and running one hand through Inori's hair. "One of the advantages of being half-naked: easy access."

"I think your boxers do not count as half."

Inori is ignoring both of them and keeping at it, and has slipped one hand into his pants to finger himself as he does.

...raw???

Oh, right, omegas have a vagina under their shaft instead of balls. Another advantage how about instead of twiddling his thumbs being jealous he... joins them.

Or, at least, enjoys himself while watching.

Clearly Inori is entirely unselfconscious, there, so after another moment of hesitation (and spurred on by Tōkan's incredibly sexy moans) he unbuttons his pants and pulls his own cock free to start playing with it.

Tōkan's got the crook of his elbow over his eyes but when he notices that Subaru is kinda quiet he turns his head to look and moans a "Fuck" between Inori's mouth and the sight of Subaru pleasuring himself.

Inori pauses to look (still jerking Tōkan off with one hand) and tilts his head. "Alphas are really big, huh?"

Subaru freezes. Was that... an expression of interest?

...no, Inori was literally just stating a fact and is now back to pleasuring Tōkan. What a peculiar boy.

Also, fuck this is hot. And Tōkan looks so damn attractive like that, being pleasured by someone else, someone else who is apparently doing a really damn good job. He wants to help.

So he leans forward and puts his hands on Tōkan, anywhere on Tōkan, one hand on his lower stomach and another on his neck and face, his lips and tongue drawing patterns on Tōkan's chest, biting his nipples, just touching.

Tōkan giggles a bit when Subaru licks him somewhere ticklish but Tōkan pulls him up closer to his face and kisses him. "Look," he whispers, nodding in Inori's direction.

"Hm?"