First Time

Author's Note: i am not immune to otasune

This really wasn’t Snake’s scene.

Tucked away on the hotel room’s balcony, he could hear cutesy bubblegum J-Pop blasting through the portable stereo speakers even through the closed doors. He sighed before taking a long drag of his cigarettes. The smoke billowed through the air as his hand glowed orange from the ember that soon fell down to the sidewalk below.

Otacon—Hal was happy. He was happy for him. They were close. Extremely close. He didn’t understand all of his hobbies but he tolerated them. The way his eyes lit up as he gushed about the latest episode of Gundam 00 or a story he had read online sparked something in Snake’s chest. Still, he didn’t get it. It was why he had no problems with Hal meeting up with an online ‘friend’ of his. They had travelled all the way to Seattle for the sake of meeting up with this woman from Canada who was going to be in the city for a convention. Hal was so excited and nervous that he couldn’t sit still. The threat of her not actually being real lingered over the two men’s heads. Snake suggested looking into this Sakura—Astra’s background to see if she was real but Hal insisted that it was breach of her privacy. Funny how that worked.

Luckily, she turned out to be real. Impossibly real. She was a chubby little thing with wild brown hair and hazel eyes that sparkled whenever Hal talked about the latest episode of Gundam and Macross and whatever else. It was what Hal needed. The two had made a few friends with other convention goers and they were ‘partying’. It wasn’t much of a party. Just a bunch of otaku crammed into a room and screaming over anime around the CRT in between poorly choreographed dances and swigs of an overpriced bottle of sickly sweet flavoured vodka.

Still, it wasn’t Snake’s scene.

Eventually, the music quieted down and the room emptied out. He was about empty now too. A low grunt escaped him as he shifted his carton around and listened to the three cigarettes left shuffle about. The lights of the hotel room flickered off, save for a lone lamp on the night stand, which gave Snake some pause. Then it clicked.

His lips quirked into a smirk as he lit up another cigarette.

It was best to leave Hal and Astra to it.

A long moment passed before the door slid open.

“Hey,” a small voice whispered out. “Dave—Am I allowed to call you that, by the way?”

Snake laughed through his nose. “Don’t really care.”

It was Astra’s turn to laugh as she reached for his arm and gave it a small tug. “Come inside.”

“Why?”

She shrugged. “I feel bad about forcing you out of here earlier. Everyone’s gone now.”

“Aren’t you two going to...”

Shyly, she nodded but continued to tug him into the room. “I’ll... I’ll let Hal tell you.”

He grunted. His eyes met Hal’s shy ones as he squirmed nervously on the hotel bed. The man pushed up his glasses as he motioned for Snake to come closer.

“What’s this about, Ota—Hal?”

“Well... I... erm...” Another nervous laugh escaped him. Astra sat beside him on the bed, her tanned hand resting on his skinny thigh that was dwarfed by her own. “I guess I should just come out with it.”

Snake furrowed his brow and crossed his arms.

“I... You remember when we first met?”

“Of course,” Snake replied as he looked over at Astra. “You wet yourself.”

Astra snorted as Hal sputtered. “C-c’mon! That was a low blow. I’m trying to be serious here.”

Snake’s lips quirked into a smirk. “Sorry.”

The scientist sighed before letting a soft smile spread across his lips. “...I asked if love could bloom on the battlefield. You said yes. It... It did. For me. Not just because of... You know.” He pushed his glasses up again. “...I met you after all.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“...” The hotel mattress creaked under him as he squirmed.

“Man, you two are dense and awful! This is worse than my yaoi manga,” Astra sighed in frustration. She stood up, stepped towards Snake and pushed him onto the bed so that he’d be next to the other man. “He’s saying he loves you! He wants to be with you!”

Snake’s eyes snapped open before staring at Otacon. He swallowed. “...”

“Do you love him too or not?” Astra asked as she cocked her head to the side. Her wide hips soon followed the motion of her head. “Spit it out, Dave!”

Words were caught in Snake’s throat as the chubby indigenous woman stared at him expectantly. Warmth and confusion spun inside his chest. Did he love Otacon? Yes. Was it like that? He wasn’t completely sure. Hal Emmerich was one of the people he accepted into his life. He didn’t believe in God. He had Otacon. Otacon was always there for him. He was his dearest friend. A hand rested over his mouth as his brow furrowed.

Astra huffed as she reached for both men’s heads and smashed their faces together. Clumsily, their lips crashed against each other. The sharp corner of Hal’s glasses bit into Snake’s face as their eyes widened. A high pitched squeal escaped the woman as she pulled away to clap.

That earlier confusing warmth stirred inside the taller man as Otacon leaned into the kiss. His bony hands trembled as they brushed along Snake’s cheeks and jawline. Snake’s eyes widened as he felt the other man’s tongue try to push into his mouth. He shuddered before pushing him away.

“...Sorry,” Hal muttered.

“I... No, it’s fine. I...” Snake stammered. He was at a complete loss for words. His eyes flickered towards Astra who stared at the both of them with glimmering eyes before shooting a scowl her way. “What if I didn’t feel the same way, huh?”

“Do you?” she asked with another cock of her head.

“That’s... That’s not the point.” He looked towards Hal once again and sighed softly. “...Yeah. Yeah, I... I feel the same way, Otacon.”

Otacon’s eyes lit up. “Y-you do?! I mean,” he stopped to push up his glasses once again. “Ideally... Our first kiss would... have gone a little differently, but...” His eyes drifted towards Astra who shot a cheeky grin. “Thank you.”

“So... what now?” Snake asked as he fought the urge to light up in the hotel room. It felt wrong. It would have been just a distraction.

Once more, Astra was the one to speak up. “Well, Hal ‘n’ I are together... You two kissed and love each other... So, why don’t you two date too?”

“Hm,” Snake grunted. “You okay with that?”

“I wouldn’t’ve dragged you in here to talk to my boyfriend if I wasn’t! ‘Sides, you were here first. And someone’s gotta keep my baby company when I go back to Canada...” she said with a sad smile. She shook her head. “Anyway...” She looked away as her fingers tied together in knots. Her hips squirmed as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. “...Hal...”

Hal coughed. He rubbed the back of his neck. “We, um, well...” He tugged at his collar. “...Would you be alright with a threesome?” Each word that slipped past his lips grew higher and higher in octave. A heavy flush decorated his skin. He was practically glowing bright pink.

Snake scoffed. “Sure.”

Finding a comfortable position that could accommodate their preferences and the slightly confusing set up of their relationship was easier said than done. It was stupid but Snake wasn’t sure how to feel about sleeping with Astra herself. Astra also felt a bit weird about it. Maybe it was guilt about ‘stealing’ Otacon from him or her obsession with seeing the two of them kiss. He wasn’t sure. Still, they pushed through the awkwardness and got undressed with their shared lover.

Hal’s moans were muffled by Astra’s body as he drove into his fellow otaku. Snake huffed as he watched the brunette below them writhe in pleasure. Each thrust he drove into Otacon forced the scientist to thrust into her. He was caught between the two brunettes, his ass full of Snake’s cock and his cock enveloped in velvet heat. Sweat rolled down his lithe body and dripped onto her below. The sounds that Hal made drove Snake crazy. The heavy pants, needy whines and shuddering, airy moans filled the air. His cock throbbed inside of the squirming woman below, forcing her walls to spasm and squeeze around him. The intensity of Snake’s thrusts made Hal’s heavier and harder. It was too much. Above them, Snake grunted and groaned into Otacon’s ear. Messily, he kissed his temple as his grip on his narrow hips tightened.

Astra’s nails dug into the back of Hal’s hands as she squeezed them. The man winced but didn’t slow down for moment. He felt as if he was drowning. He was drowning but made no attempt to save himself. He was content to just let sensation ravish his thin body. Every nerve sparked and lit on fire as Snake’s cock stretched him out and his cock rutted against Astra’s snug walls. It had been so long since he had been with anyone. It was like he was a virgin all over again. If he wasn’t drunk on pleasure, he would have realized that that wasn’t entirely inaccurate. He hadn’t been with a man before.

“You’re doing pretty good,” Snake muttered into his ear. His ragged breath ghosted across Hal’s sensitive ear and neck. A chill ran up the scientist’s spine. Waves of goosebumps raised along his flushed skin. He was so pale that the intensity of his flush stained him a glowing reddish pink. His glasses slid down his nose—he tried to take them off earlier but Astra insisted that he keep them on, stating he looked handsome with them on—and his lenses were fogged and smudged to hell and back. “Nice and tight.”

The way that Snake’s voice rolled across his skin and seeped into his pores made Otacon’s bare cock throb against Astra’s walls. He felt the gravely baritone rumble at the base of his spine. It left him a hazy mess. He loved Snake’s voice. Hearing him mutter heated praises straight into his ear made Hal shudder and whine out. He felt as if he was on fire. He wasn’t going to last.

The smaller man huffed as he buried his face in the crook of the woman’s neck. The scent of Astra’s apple scented soap mingled with the heady musk of her and Snake’s sweat. Precum gushed from his drooling tip and threatened to seep into Astra’s womb. His eyes fluttered. His hands squeezed hers as his toes curled inside his socks. He could feel her thick legs bounce and squeeze around his hips. She wasn’t able to wrap them around his waist thanks to Snake behind him but she didn’t seem to care too much. Not with the way that she was squirming and murmuring his name again and again as if it was a prayer.

“Hal,” she breathed. “Hal, fuck, Hal...!”

He grit his teeth. Desperately, oh-so-desperately, he wanted to rut the woman below. He wanted to throw his hips back against his other lover’s wild hips. Everything was so much and not enough. His eyes rolled back as Snake’s cock knocked against his prostate. It sent a jolt straight to the tip of his cock. His balls tightened against Astra’s ass as Snake pounded into him.

Then, he came.

The world fizzled out as pure, unfiltered sensation ripped through his body. He trembled as a long, drawn out moan spilled from Otacon’s lips that were claimed by Astra. His cock throbbed and practically jumped inside that tight, rippling cunt that milked him dry. His muscles spasmed and clenched around Snake’s cock. Cum rushed from his cock and flooded the woman’s insides, painting her walls a thick white that dribbled out of her even as he buried himself to the hilt.

Astra whined the sensation of her boyfriend’s prick throbbing against her needy walls dragged her down into her own orgasm. She squeezed and gushed around him, forcing the man above her to gasp into her mouth. Their hands squeezed the other’s as they experienced their shared orgasm.

Snake huffed as his cock was milked by Otacon’s twitching hole. Desperately, he thrust into his friend-turned-lover to chase his own orgasm. Sweat rolled down his chiselled body. Pleasure sparked from nerve to nerve. Otacon continued to twitch and squeeze around him. His needy, clumsy thrusts made the other keen from overstimulation. More, more, more. Snake needed more. Grunting, he laced a hand through Hal’s messy grey-brown locks and pulled him back and away from Astra’s lips. The sight of Otacon’s foggy glasses, flushed cheeks, and glazed over eyes made him throb. He swallowed before claiming his lips for himself. He suckled on Otacon’s drooling lips before slipping his tongue into his mouth. Messily and lazily, the bespectacled man tried to kiss him back. Saliva dripped from their tangled tongues and rolled down their scruffed chins.

Finally, he came as well.

Grunting, Snake buried himself to the hilt inside of Otacon. His balls thumped against Otacon’s as cum rushed into his tight ass. Heavy pants fell from Snake’s mouth as he softened inside of the other. Slowly and reluctantly, he pulled himself free from Otacon’s tight grip and flopped next to him and Astra. His chest rose and fell as he watched Otacon tremble atop the woman for a moment before rolling between them.

Shaky pants filled the room that spun lazily around them.

Astra huffed as she tucked herself under Hal’s arm and Dave shifted so that he rested against him as well. She felt content. How couldn’t she? She met the love of her life and helped him confess to his other soul mate.

The other fujoshi she knew would be livid!