Kinktober 2024 - Gay anime ships - Hearson (2025)

Chapter 1: The List

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Day 1: Edging | Harness (My Hero Academia - Sero/Denki)

Day 2: Threesome | Watersports (Free! - Rin/Haru/Makoto)

Day 3: Vibrator | Crossdressing | Breeding (Sasaki and Miyano - Sasaki/Miyano)

Day 4: Impact | Virginity (High Card - Finn/Chris)

Day 5: Fisting | Masturbation (Sk8 the Infinity - Matchablossom)

Day 6: Suspension Play | S&M (Jujutsu Kaisen - Sukuna and Itadori/Itadori Megumi)

Day 7: A/B/O | Daddy Kink (Cherry Magic - Adachi/Kurosawa)

Day 8: Orgy | Belly Bulge (Wind Breaker - Sakura/Nirei/Suo/Kiryu/Sugishita/Kaji/Umemiya)

Day 9: Praise Kink | Sharing | Stuck in a Wall (Attack on Titan - Eren/Levi/Armin)

Day 10: Aphrodasiacs | 69 | Tentacles (My Hero Academia - Kirishima/Amajiki)

Day 11: Dirty Talk | Blow Jobs Public | Uniform (Haikyuu - Noya/Tanaka)

Day 12: Overstimulation | Anal Sex | Temperature Play (Blue Lock - Chigiri/Kunigami)

Day 13: Dom/Sub Pet Play | Branding | Body Modification (Sk8 - Adam/Tadashi)

Day 14: Breath Play | Evil Twin | Double penetration in one hole (Trigun Stampede - Plantcest) Non-con warning.

Day 15: Double Penetration | Orgasm Denial | Urethra Penetration (Yuri on Ice - Victor/Yuuri/Yuri)

Day 16: Glory Hole | Object Insertion (Ryman's Club - Shiratori/Miyazumi)

Day 17: Spanking | Fucking Machine | Gags (Jujutsu Kaisen - Satosugu)

Day 18: Dub-Con | Cock-Warming (Yuri on Ice - Phichit/Leo)

Day 19: Degradation | Anonymous Sex (Blue Lock - Isagi/Bachira)

Day 20: Oral Fixation | Honeymoon | Shower Sex (Stranger By The Shore - Shun/Mio)

Day 21: Triple penetration | Exposed (My Hero Academia - Sero/Bakugo/Kirishima/Denki)

Day 22: Somnophilia | Humiliation | Size Difference (Free! - Nagisa/Rei)

Day 23: Dominance | Sex Pollen (Mr. Villain's Day Off - Warumono/Red)

Day 24: Sensory Deprivation | Immobilized (Haikyuu - Oikawa/Iwaizumi)

Day 25: Blackmail | Teacher x Student | Crying (My Hero Academia - Aizawa/Midoriya)

Day 26: Surrender | Forced Prostitution | Cock Rings (Demon Slayer - Inosuke/Tengen)

Day 27: Face Sitting | Aftercare (Link Click - Cheng Xiaoshi/Lu Guang)

Day 28: Sex Toys | Cheating (High Card - Finn/Leo)

Day 29: Cum Inflation | Swallowing (Demon Slayer - Akaza/Rengoku)

Day 30: Bondage | Sadism | Monster Fucking (Trigun Stampede - Vash/Wolfwood)

Day 31: Pet Play Dom/Sub | Deepthroating (Wind Breaker - Umemiya/Sakura)

Chapter 2: Day 1: Edging the Painting

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He had no clue how he got here. One moment, he was at a strip club with his squad, the next, he was alone, under the sexiest stripper in the club. Hanta Sero was a god incarnate in the short circuited brain of Denki Kaminari. He was tall, skinny, but he had muscles only strippers could get. He wore nothing but a leather pouch over his crotch and a full body harness. It started around his chest, framing his toned arms and exposing his slim pecs, moving down his body to frame his dense thighs and place his package into a painting. All of this was grinding into Denki's throbbing bulge, begging to be released from its prison, needing to be touched. The poor guy was trapped, and he couldn't feel anything but lust and desire.

"Enjoying yourself?" the man finally broke the silence, his mouth mere inches away from Denki's. "Or do I have you that speechless?" Denki blinked slowly, a wink causing his heart to skip town. He could only stare at Sero, mouth gaping in astonishment. He felt it close with a hand beneath his chin. It made him focus back on the face that was staring right at him. Shit. He knew he was bright red. This was so embarrassing. He attempted to open his mouth, hoping words would stop failing him.

"Hot... You're so hot. How did I get here?" he finally asked, the words stumbling out like a drunk.

"He does speak. How cute," Sero teased. Giggling, he noticed a glare from the yellow haired guy, finding his fluster and annoyance adorable. "You're here because I asked you to be. I pulled you in for a private session. Your friends decided it would be funny, since they noticed you stripping me with your eyes. So, I agreed, and skipped the stripping step for you. Now, you and I get an entire night uninterrupted to do whatever you want to do. Although, I get a feeling I'll be making the decisions here."

Denki blushed even more. He proudly declared himself a switch, so who was this guy to assume he was a bottom? If he could get up, he'd pin this guy and use him on this couch right now! Yeah! Denki would absolutely get pinned on the couch and used however Sero liked.

Wait! That wasn't the fantasy. Denki was going to top this guy! "Yeah? What makes you think that?" he challenged weakly.

"Because cuties like you stop thinking the moment they see guys like me." Sero lifted his hips and reached a hand down to cup the denim bulge. Even through the tough fabric, Denki instinctively humped himself into it, trying to bring more contact. Sero chuckled, snapping Denki out of it. "Called it," he said.

Denki looked down, embarrassed. Fine. He was fully under this guy's hold. How could he not? Denki was a textbook twink. He was shaved, toned, shorter, and had bright yellow hair with a black lightning streak. There was no way he'd be topping Sero. It didn't help that it looked like the stripper was bigger.

Sero gave Denki a second before reaching his hand up to his t-shirt. It was a solid blue, the good blue-gray kind. It paired with his black jeans. It also showed off his figure. Sero lifted it slowly. Denki's stomach exposed to fresh air, the pale skin and belly button coming out. He looked down, watching his shirt come closer to his eyes. It took him too long to register what was happening, and by the time he did, his nipples had hardened from being unclothed. Denki's arms moved above his head robotically, following Sero's lead with the shirt, and it was thrown aside. Sero's hand reached over, touching Denki in the middle of his chest, making him shudder. Denki's eyes traveled between the hand, and the stunning face that owned it, and, instead of locking eyes, felt their lips lock together.

It was short, sweet, but left Denki craving more. "That's more like it. A cutie like you shouldn't be confined to these pesky garments." Sero balanced on his knees, fully straddling Denki on the couch. His hand swept down below Denki's neck to his abdomen and finished on his buckle. It worked the jeans open. The zip reverberated through Denki's ears. His briefs were cornflower, accidental to the blue theme. It poked up from between the opening of his jeans. A dark stain made a cute circle above the tip. Sero noticed, licking his lips as he reached a hand into the jeans, rubbing against the softer fabric of the briefs.

"Such a needy boy," he teased. Denki flushed, whimpering under the touch and squirmed uncomfortably. Sero ignored it, bringing his hand around it and kneading at it. Denki only got louder, his whimpers beginning to fill the room. It was like morning birds to Sero. The flirtatious song of horny creatures communicating a need to breed matched the ravishing guy beneath him. Sero continued, letting the spot get bigger, noticing Denki's breath get harder and faster. Then he stopped.

"Wha- why?" Denki snapped. He gave Sero an expression of confusion and need.

"I want this to last. I plan on keeping you around for as long as possible. You aren't allowed to cum until I say." Denki flinched. His balls already felt full. He had been pent up for most of the day, and being at the club left him worse off, but this? He wasn't prepared for this.

Sero stood from the couch, standing in front of his customer. He knelt down and grabbed at the cuffs of the jeans that left him trapped. Denki lifted himself up, making it really easy for them to slide off. As they did, they slid his underwear down to expose his cute, pinkish tip. Denki immediately pulled the band back over it, hiding it again. He didn't want to show himself off just yet. Even Sero was covered in this way. Sero allowed it too. He loved the tease. It was cute. But he liked Denki covered even more. His body shown with flushed brilliance. It was an untouched, pale canvas for him to sculpt into his own art. Even if his most private area was hidden, Sero found himself studying every feature of the man on his couch. Damn. He might be feeling stronger for a client than he was supposed to.

Denki looked up to Sero as he was consumed visually. He knew Sero was checking him out, but he wondered why. With a stripper as sexy as him, how did he manage to capture his gaze so wantonly and unbroken? He wasn't answered, but Sero pulled him to standing. Denki felt himself wrapped into his arms, stuck in a hug, but hands were nowhere to be felt.

"Eep!" he yelped. There they were. His ass was squeezed, fabric digging into them. Two things opposed in Denki's sense. Sero was warm on his butt, giving it firm grips playfully, but his leather was cold across his body. It kept him on the ground as his brain attempted to float away. His briefs only got warmer, the leather pouch becoming the warmest of the harness on Sero. Sero's own cock also grew, filling the pouch. Denki felt it, surprised that Sero was hard, but it only turned him on as he could sense the difference between them.

Sero held them there for some seconds, letting their touch adjust. It broke suddenly, his head tilting back before leaning into Denki's neck. A kiss first. Then tongue. Denki shivered beneath the mouth, preparing for more as teeth grazed his skin. Denki moaned suddenly, the nibble eliciting the explicit reaction. He opened his neck a bit more as teeth sunk in, leaving small dents, and began sucking out a hickey. The bruise would be deep, a goal Sero prided himself in. He left the first stroke of purple over Denki's skin, marking him as his own for the night. The first one was meticulous. It was slow, took its time, and formed deeply into his neck. The others were attacks. Lips, teeth, and tongue raced over his neck, marking Denki with redder, pinker, or lavender bruises. The painting was coming together beautifully.

Sero started with Denki's neck, but the canvas was soon filled. Denki was smattered in hickeys ranging from the deepest one he began with, to a red flush from a quick nibble. Sero beamed at his work, realizing he had more to do. He pushed Denki to the couch, laying him flat across it. Denki's hearted pupils locked with Sero's. His eyes were hearted as well, but more spaded like the end of a devil's tail. His hands rested on the outside of those hearts, making dents into the couch, his knees around the briefs doing the same. Denki could only look up at Sero, pinned to the furniture by his mind and the aura of the man above him. He could see the disheveled black hair falling down around his face. It was long enough to move, but short enough to keep his face fully visible. He could not get any more attractive! Denki watched as Sero's face lowered, his hair now covering it as it went out of view. He watched as it laid onto his chest, the warmth of his forehead laying between his nipples, then lips making contact to his stomach. It twitched, spasming into Sero's kiss, making him giggle. He looked up, watching Denki's eyes squeeze shut. He smirked to himself, knowing the guy wouldn't notice. His eyes fluttered open, and Sero responded.

His lips went back to the same place, instead of kissing, leaving yet another hickey. The process continued. It started at Denki's core, moving up to his chest and marking around his nipples, then moving to the sensitive skin right above the waist of Denki's underwear. He focused his tongue on this area, licking around his waist. He left it mostly untouched except for two marks in the grooves made by his hip bones. Denki watched between moans. His vision became fogged in need. It didn't help that as Sero worked around his torso, his hand would tease his erection. It edged him, giving him enough contact to feel it, getting closer to it, but never quite enough to finish. He was kept on the edge of his seat, watching a cliff hanger develop for hours without resolution.

With the sequel finding his body, Sero lifted his head and matched Denki on the couch. He laid atop him, weighing him down. Denki looked to Sero and found his lips again. His dick continued to be edged as the kiss they shared grew deeper than before. Sero pushed into Denki, meshing them together. Their lips danced about, tongues joining in for the tango of passion and desire these two shared. Their flamed, mutual insatiable craving roared into an inferno. Tongues explored the other's mouth. They tasted each other fully, learning who the other was intimately, a way Sero had not done with his previous clients. He let Denki take over his senses, moving his hand around his briefs, smelling his warmth exhale from his body, tasting his mouth deeply, and seeing his hair as his eyes opened and closed between contact.

Keeping Denki on the edge was still his goal. Whenever he felt too deep, Sero would pull back and lighten the touch of his lips. His lips would dive back in when Denki relaxed, keeping him interested and begging for more. It was a fun game, playing carefully, Sero pulling Denki's hearts, and dick, by puppet strings. He finished his show, leaving Denki breathless on the couch. His breath fogged a bit, steaming up between them. Sero took more time to study him, appreciating Denki's slim beauty for his own eyes. It was a different beauty than he normally appreciated. Most often, he enjoyed the muscular guys, like Denki's friend Kirishima. But something about this guy was wrapping him in further and further.

After the pair fucked with their eyes, Sero moved down and pulled Denki up into his lap. Sero sat back into the couch, relaxing and showing himself off in the harness. Denki kneeled around his lap, reversing the position they started with. By now, their session had gone into a span of an hour. When Denki sat, Sero's hand met his crotch. It cupped around his balls, fabric breaking true contact of skin. Denki moaned again, his voice filling Sero with more song. He loved it, working to make it happen more. He loved the crescendo as Denki got closer, and the decrescendo of his downfall. Sero conducted his symphony, watching Denki sit on him, leaking into his underwear.

"Se-Sero~" he quivered. "I'm close. Please. Let me. I can't. I can't hold it back anymore. I need to release. It hurts. Please." He hadn't begged like this yet. Denki's words were simple, one and done type. Sero hadn't heard his desperation truly express itself.

"There you go babe," he teased, dropping his tone to be grumbly and sultry, making Denki quiver. "It's okay. You can love. Cum for me Denks." His hand pressed down harder, pushing Denki's head outside the waist band of his garment. Sero looked down to it, timing it to see the first short spurt of white liquid flow up and fill the belly button. There it was. Denki's cum flowed in spark jolts up his body, painting white over the pink of his skin. The spray dripped down in rivulets on Denki's skin, hitting Sero's hand and leaked onto him. He smiled to himself, finishing Denki's orgasm completely.

With Denki finished, Sero lifted his hand. He brought it to his mouth. Denki watched, curiosity filling his brain more than conclusion. Yet Sero showed him what he was asking. His tongue reached out from his lips, licking over the cum on his hand and swallowed it down. Denki blushed again, Sero embarrassing him once more with his sly grin and confident attitude.

"Like how I taste?" Denki asked with a smirk.

"Better than anyone else," Sero replied, matching the twisted expression.

"Mmmm. How about you?"

"I'm used to not finishing after a session. But, um, if you want to meet again, I'd love to have you... well... finish me off." It was Sero's turn to blush, Denki gushing internally.

"Yea- Yeah!" He finally replied. "Can I have your number?" Sero nodded and let Denki up. Grabbing his phone from his pocket, Denki handed it over, letting Sero insert his number.

"Text me your name. My phone is in my locker. Um. I want you to know, I won't be quitting for you. So, you need to be okay with possibly dating a sex worker." Sero sighed, looking to Denki, hopeful he would be okay, but expecting disappointment.

"Oh yeah. I've been debating if I might be poly or something anyways. If you're chill with it." Sero's face flipped from disappointment to excitement. He brought Denki in for a kiss, this one sweet, deep, lacking tongue, romantic, and passionate.

"I'm not chill. I'm too excited for that. Yes please. Let's go out." Sero grinned and Denki joined, the yellow hair sitting in the lap of the black hair, both of them sharing one final sweet smile before having to get up and leave the dream that was brought upon by a group of friends.

Chapter 3: Day 2: Three Is a Party

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"Gah! That was a lot. I can't believe you can handle that much Haru." Rin flopped onto the bed, looking to his black haired and brown haired guests. Makoto and Haruka had followed the red head to his room. Rin and Haru had a competition, so to celebrate a successful day, and end of a season, the trio went out for drinks. Nagisa and Rei had also been at the competition with Makoto to cheer the pair on, and they joined everyone at the bar, but left for their own hotel before they went home the next morning. Now, Makoto and Haru joined Rin in his hotel. The three were in different stages of drunk. Haru had drank the most but looked the most sober. Makoto had drank the least, but still felt warm and tipsy. And Rin had drank enough to feel really good for the night. He looked up at the two standing away from his bed and smiled.

"There's a pool here. You guys interested in checking it out?" Rin offered. Haru shrugged silently for his response.

"Sure. But you sure you should be swimming after drinking?" Makoto replied, concerned.

Rin laughed, finding Makoto's concern comical. "I do it all the time. I feel like of all the people to be in the pool drunk, I'm fine! And you can save me. You're trained after all." Makoto sighed, realizing he wasn't going to get no as an answer. He looked down to Rin, on the bed, his shirt partially lifted to expose his swimmer's abs and muscular body. The guy was hot, and Makoto could not help but blush slightly at the sight. It went unnoticed, thankfully.

"Fine then. But are you guys even ready to swim?" Makoto looked to Haru who had pulled his pants down to show off his competition suit still on. Of course. Makoto didn't even have to ask. Rin did the same, however, he wore only boxers. Makoto looked at them, blushing again at the lewd notion, and responded.

"You can't swim in those! Seriously?" He sighed, still worried about Rin swimming like this. "Go change, and then we can head down." Rin jumped from the bed, stripping nude immediately before pulling on a pair of his workout shorts. They were skintight, like his competition suit, but ran a touch looser from wear. Makoto decided he also needed to get out of his clothes, so he changed into a pair of sweats. The three were now ready for the pool. Makoto wearing dark grey sweats with a green stripe down each leg, Rin in his iconic red and black swim shorts, and Haru in the same shorts, but blue. They walked down to the pool, Makoto the only one wearing a shirt through the hotel. The pool was easy to find. It was on the main floor towards the back of the check in area.

Rin and Haru immediately jumped in. The water splashed around them as they messed around. It was playful and carefree, a manipulation of the water different to their elegant swim styles they competed with hours ago. Makoto found a pool chair to sit in, relaxing into it as he became the spectator once more.

A twinge of jealousy entered his mind. Makoto always wished he could bond with Haru as Rin had. He wished he could've competed alongside him, continued to be his swimming friend and rival, and been there for him when he was struggling. Yet it was Rin, the one who disappeared for a while, that brought Haru back. The thoughts plagued him for a moment before a splash of water snapped him out of it.

"What the hell?" he shouted into the pool. Haru, head only above the water to show his eyes, was shaking in laughter as they glimmered to Makoto. The poor guy found himself flustered in competing annoyance and attraction as he looked over to the mop of hair and eyes. Maybe Haru was still his friend after all. Makoto didn't have to worry that much about it. Even if Rin was there, he and Haru would never lose the relationship they had with each other. The quick anxiety fled his head, and by that point Haru and Rin were ready to get out of the water.

Makoto threw the pair some towels, both of them wrapping it around their waists and all headed back to the room. It was a short session. Makoto found that Haru lasted much shorter than normal, but he couldn't figure out why. He didn't think on it for too long though, excusing it for the drinks they had earlier. Back at the room, Rin and Haru took turns rinsing off the chlorine from their bodies. Haru went first, Rin and Makoto silently watching tv together in wait. After trading, Haru looked over to Makoto with a face of concern.

"You alright? You seem spacey," Haru asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just feeling weird. Sometimes I forget you have other friends and want to keep you to myself. You know? Like, I wish I could continue to compete with you forever, like Rin, and just keep you in my grasp at all times. It's weird. I can't let it go. This jealousy. I don't like it. But you know. It's whatever." Makoto sighed. He was normally the one to check on Haru. He was the one who took care of Haru, not the other way around. Yet, Haru was a caring guy, and underneath that quiet personality, a man of passion, drive, commitment, and compassion glowed. Haru joined Makoto, sitting next to him, letting his bare side lean into Makoto's shirt.

Leaning into his shoulder, Haru communicated without words. He didn't like them after all. He looked up to Makoto. He watched as his friend's gaze switch from the tv to his own. They locked eyes for a moment, Makoto looking down and left to Haru's, Haru looking right and up to Makoto's. They were awfully close to each other. They could feel the other's breath. Then, leaning up, Haru closed the gap and kissed his friend. They were feelings he'd been holding back for years. Since high school, when Makoto saved his and Rin's relationship, Haru realized that he loved both of them dearly. He didn't know how to tell them. He didn't have the words. So, through alcohol and time, Haru planned on showing them both his feelings in this room.

The kiss broke, Haru's eyes half lidded in peaceful joy, Makoto's wide in timid embarrassment and a deep blush. Haru smirked, his lips curving as he watched Makoto reel from him. He was cute.

"Wait? You... You're saying you like me? In that way? Hold up! Haru?" he faltered.

"You and Rin," Haru whispered. "Both of you mean the world to me." Makoto stared at Haru. Haru liked him. He had the same feelings for Makoto that Makoto felt for him. But Makoto was left confused. Haru had the same feelings for Rin? What could he mean by that?

"Rin and myself? What do you mean? You like both of us?" Haru nodded. "So, that kiss. It's meant for both Rin and I? How can you like both of us?" Makoto was elated, but he felt like crying.

"I don't think I could explain it. But when you and Rin helped me in high school. It started then." Makoto sat up, Haru being left to hold his own weight now.

"I guess I can see it. Sorry. I just need to wrap my head around it still. But shit. If it means you like me, I think I can get behind it." Makoto stood up and grabbed the tiny champagne bottle from the hotel fridge. Unthinking of the price, he popped the cork off and drank it down. That was better. He felt the warmth spread over him very quickly, a flush taking over his entire body rather than just his face. Haru watched, not understanding the reaction. He didn't get Makoto sometimes, and this was one of them. Until he found Makoto above him on the bed. Haru laid beneath him, Makoto bringing their mouths together again. The taste of the sparkling wine hit his lips, Haru licking it off for himself. The addition of tongue heated them both up. Makoto leaned up to his knees and threw off his shirt. Before it even hit the floor, they were back together, making out like animals. The room got hot, the pair colliding their bodies together to fully smother the other in their love. It went on for a few minutes, uninterrupted kissing, tongues dancing the fastest of salsas. They became a mess. Saliva dripped down Haru's cheek as they shared spit. The nasty became loving, their passion expressed through roaring fires of need and lust. Their kissing spoke the words for them, making up for years of mutual, yet unrecognized, pining. Their minutes collected, even as the shower had stopped, and a very curious red head stepped out the door of the bathroom.

"Am I interrupting something?" Rin asked, towel around his waist and a grin on his face. Makoto snapped, fully embarrassed that he had been caught, and stared with his mouth agape at Rin.

"Oh. Don't stop on my account. Not that it's my room or anything," Rin laughed. He looked Makoto and Haru side to side, noticing shared erections and dripping mouths. He didn't think he was in the shower that long.

"Um. It's not what it looks like Rin," Makoto failed at lying.

"It looks like you two found a mutual attraction for each other and acted on it." Makoto's face was the only confirmation Rin needed to know he hit the target right on the nose. Moving first, Haru managed to shift out from under Makoto and stood up to meet Rin. Makoto scrambled next to him, standing at his side. Haru grabbed his hand and met his eyes with Rin's who traveled from the hold to Haru's stare.

"I admitted I had feelings for Makoto. And I have feelings for you too, Rin," Haru admitted directly. Now, it was Rin's turn to become embarrassed. His jaw dropped. What did Haru just say? He liked both of them? This was not on his bingo card for the night, that was for sure.

"Say that again Haru. I don't think I heard you properly."

"I said I like both you and Makoto. And I want to show you both how I feel tonight." Rin blinked slowly, trying to take everything in. Makoto a Haru were making out on Rin's bed. Then, after being caught, Haru admitted he had feelings for everyone in the room. Well, Rin was damned. He didn't expect Haru would hold such feelings, but he could tell how profound they were. Rin walked over, meeting Haru in his space.

"Then show me. Because I've had a crush on you for years." Haru didn't really let Rin finish. As soon as years left his mouth, Rin's mouth was taken over. Haru kissed him, albeit a bit forcefully. Rin was taken aback as Haru struck him with his lips. It was longer than Makoto's first kiss with Haru. Haru and Rin froze in time for a bit before backing away from the other in a gasp. Makoto watched, finding his jealousy dissipating and his horniness take over. Damn these two. If they weren't anything, they were sexy. Makoto might have felt a jealousy over Rin and Haru's relationship, but he found himself thinking he just wanted them both and didn't know how to express it either.

"Feeling left out?" Rin's voice brought Makoto out of his thoughts and into his mouth. They kissed as well, Haru watching beside them with delight. His two favorite men in the entire world were getting entwined with each other. Three hearts were matching tempo, three mouths began working at each other, and three tongues eventually met in the middle. A triangle formed between them as the three stood together in ardent love. Rin's hands went around the back, finding Makoto's and Haru's butt cheeks. He squeezed into them, making Makoto moan and Haru shiver. Makoto's hands were up, cupping his growing lovers' faces to keep them all together. And Haru's reached down. One pulled at Makoto's sweatpants, pulling them down to expose a trimmed bush of pubic hair. Rin's towel quickly fell. The shaved swimmer was now fully exposed to the others. He had taken off his swimsuit in the shower, leaving it there to dry, and now he was grateful for it. His erection sprang to life, jolting upwards to begin rubbing about. Swimsuit and sweatpants stimulated his sensitive head. His nerves told him he was being touched everywhere, and the feeling brought him beyond heaven.

"Shit Rin," Makoto curses. "You were thinking about us in the shower?"

"Might've been able to hear your smooches from inside when I finished. Didn't think it would go like this though," he answered. Haru smiled to the both of them. Their session had paused, the lull for conversation bringing them to a stopping point. Haru studied Rin, loving his body and finding himself requiring Makoto's. He slipped his hands down, and Makoto's sweats followed. The lack of underwear made it very easy for him to drop them down straight to his ankles. The movement elicited a gasp from the brunette. He looked down to see himself also naked. Unlike Rin's curve, Makoto's pointed straight out, right to Haru. Haru found himself following the pants. On his knees now, he took both Rin and Makoto into his hand. The difference of being brushed with hair and clean shaven was new. Everything was new. Haru hadn't been with another guy, so these two were his first. He had time to himself, but it was more of an expectation of others to do it, not for his own enjoyment. He had swimming to relieve energy anyways. But, right now with two men in each hand, he felt himself doing something for him.

Makoto moaned and Rin grinned. He stood closer to the other, connecting their bodies side by side. Rin leaned in, finding his lips against Makoto's again, consuming all of his moans. They got louder when a sudden mouth added a new warmth and feeling Makoto didn't expect. Haru was quick to take Makoto fully. Haru found it easy to do. Makoto was average in size. Haru loved it. It filled his mouth, resting on his tongue as he explored it. The skin ended at the spongey tip, differing textures registering in Haru's mind. He found himself feeling Makoto with his tongue, his nose being slightly tickled by hair. Once the senses finally collected in his brain, Haru began moving. His mouth slid down to leave Makoto's tip the only thing inside. His tongue flicked around, encircling Makoto. It rubbed over the slit, feeling the dip carefully, before his mouth moved back down. Haru continued his blowjob to muffled moans. Makoto was melting. Beneath Rin's mouth and above Haru's, it was becoming too much. Pretty soon, his balls tensed up and cum flowed right into Haru's mouth. A slightly bitter, yet salty flavor, filled his tongue. Haru hummed at the unexpected gift and swallowed it down happily. He let all of it drain out before popping off of the phallus with a sigh. He licked the tip once more; Makoto fully shivering out of Rin's lips and rested his hands on Haru's shoulders.

"I'm sorry Haru. I should've warned you," he huffed, breathless.

"Don't worry. I liked it," Haru smiled. Rin looked down, now standing beside Haru, and presented his own length. Haru took it into his hand and immediately went to work on it too. Rin was a bit rougher though. His hands raked into Haru's hair. It was soft, and Rin felt himself playing with it as he thrusted mildly into Haru's mouth. Haru found himself naturally matching his rhythm. His mouth would meet the base of Rin's cock as Rin's hips would move forward. Makoto was entranced by the soft mouth penetration. He was fascinated as Rin's penis disappeared out of sight, becoming visible again to only disappear. He found himself attracted to Rin even more, finding Haru just as cute as when his feelings were prompted. Haru's eyes were half closed, enjoying the moment of bringing Rin pleasure. Rin wasn't as vocal as Makoto, but it was obvious that he enjoyed himself. Pretty soon, Haru's nose was smushed in a bit as Rin held him entirely down, his cock sheathed inside Haru. Another load entered Haru's stomach, leaving both Makoto's and Rin's flavors to mix in his mouth in perfect harmony.

After Rin was done, Haru leaned back and looked up to Makoto and Rin. Rin knelt down, kissing Haru to taste himself. They shared tongue again before Rin pulled Haru up. With his guidance, Haru was on Makoto, now learning how he and Rin tasted together. He didn't find himself fond of the flavor, but if Haru enjoyed it so much, he'd find a way to love it too. Breaking them apart, Rin grabbed Haru and Makoto and lead them to the bed. Rin laid Haru on his back, lifting his arms above his head and gave Makoto a nod. Makoto understood, reaching down and working his suit off. Haru was stripped nude as well, becoming the final one to join the party. His own erection pointed up, resting on shaved skin, and twitched as air greeted it for the first time that day. Rin knelt beside Haru's lower half, directing Makoto to the other side. He leaned down, his counter following the lead. Then, he teased Haru, his lips lightly brushing over his tip, making Haru moan and shudder.

"Now it's our turn to make you feel good. Let us show how much we love you, Haru." Rin leaned down and began working kisses onto the side of Haru's shaft. Makoto did not know what to do, so he followed Rin. His lips began rubbing on the other side, finding himself making contact with Rin each time they passed the middle. At one point, Rin flicked out his tongue, so Makoto did the same. They began from the base, working their way up, until they shared a tongue-filled kiss over the top. Haru's voice escaped him. He became louder than he had ever before. The normally silent guy was now a mess, arms crossed over his eyes as he was overwhelmed by two mouths sharing his penis.

Rin loved it. It made Makoto excited. The pair knew they were doing well. They continued, Rin taking his turn to suck Haru fully. He reached down and navigated Makoto to Haru's sack. Makoto found himself slightly insulted, but after sucking one ball into his mouth, and hearing Haru moan even louder, the feeling left and he went to work. They traded, Makoto finding himself enjoying Haru's cock more than his balls, but that was neither here nor there. He loved how good he made Haru feel. Each moan was a confirmation that he was doing everything right, and he sought to keep it going. Pretty soon, Haru was getting louder. Makoto was ignorant to what it meant, but Rin rushed up, sharing Haru with him once more, and taught him what a sudden increase in moans signaled. Cum painted their faces. Rin and Makoto opened their mouths and caught everything they could, swallowing some of it, but letting it rest on their tongues. Once finished, Rin led Makoto into another kiss. He brought them to Haru to include his mouth, adding one more flavor to his tongue. Haru moaned as he was involved, the kiss becoming heated like when they started, but now cum was shared between them. It eventually disappeared, either ending in someone's stomach, or on someone's face. Though, anything that dripped onto a cheek was eventually licked up by Rin to be included yet again. With faces smattered in shared spit, and three men sharing breaths, Haru moaned again, trying to speak.

"Guys. Rin. Makoto," he moaned. Both of them didn't understand that Haru spoke out of desperation. They assumed he was a bit overstimulated from just finishing, so they continued. Rin's slight sadism told him it was cute, and Makoto was enjoying himself too much. They kept it up, attacking with mouths. Kissing, licking, breathless, until they were interrupted.

"Wha's that?" Rin looked up and felt wetness. He looked to the source and gasped. Haru, stuck beneath his now lovers, was wetting himself on the bed. A golden stream of urine arched up and splattered over his chest, the drips hitting Rin and Makoto. Makoto finally looked. His impulse was to recoil, disgust being the initial thought. But he was not turned away. He watched, finding Haru all the more beautiful, as a more intimate side of him was shown. Rin shifted to between Haru's legs, opening them up and pointed his own dick down.

"Since we're letting go," he smirked, relaxing with a sigh, and joined Haru. A new stream sprayed over Haru's cock, mixing them together again. He moved it up his body, matching Haru's ending point and looked to Makoto.

"Join us. Let go Makoto." Rin reached over and grabbed Makoto, still beside Haru. He pointed him to aim at the same point and Makoto, reminded of his own bladder and unable to hold it anymore, added his stream. Three streams of piss splashed over Haru, marking his body in light yellow. A night of drinking, swimming, and loving orgasms brought them to one more shared moment. A more intimate, raunchier, yet loving piece to solidify their relationship. Haru looked down, falling in love with these two all over again. It was gross, but he wasn't turned off by it. He watched in complete trance as himself, Makoto, and Rin all joined in one mess over his chest. It leaked down and pooled onto the sheets beneath him, a wetness spreading over the bed. He finished first, followed by Rin and then Makoto. They all remained in their positions, frozen in disbelief of what just happened.

Breaking the silence, Rin spoke up. "You two are too sexy. I'd love to have you as my boyfriends." He winked to them with his toothy grin.

Haru nodded and Makoto laughed in his own shock. He looked to Rin, then Haru. Tainted by something so feral, yet so sensual. He never thought he'd share this much with Haru, let alone Rin, but it worked. Their heated kissing, the blowjobs, and now this. He looked down to Haru, once again finding the man so sexy when wet. He smiled to Haru, then to Rin.

"I agree. I think after tonight, I don't think I could imagine my life without you both." Haru nodded and sat up, pee dripping down his body to share a kiss with them.

"You two are the best friends, and lovers, anyone could ask for. Let's do this again." They all kissed, one at a time, then together. They smiled, the kiss breaking, and then reality set in.

"Well, we might want to clean this up," Makoto said weakly.

Rin shrugged and chuckled. "It's a hotel. Just sucks for the workers. I have another bed. We can sleep there, but I don't want the night to end here. I'm fine if we shower and continue, or skip the shower for round two, but we are not done yet." He licked his lips, nodding to his regrown erection so Makoto and Haru would notice. It seemed they all felt the same, matching hard ons now together in union of newfound love. Love no stronger than before, just relabeled to fit the three boyfriends a bit better.

Chapter 4: Day 3: Cannot Hold Back Anymore

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Hanzawa left the room, door still open, leaving Miyano alone. He wore the dress his class made him for the festival. They begged him to compete in the cross dressing competition, and he couldn't say no. It wasn't that they pressured him into it. He wanted to do it, and he felt bad for them, but he was a bit anxious over the idea. So, he was now in a more traditional garb with a blue and white pattern above a brown skirt held with a sash. The dress was one piece, but the opposing designs and stitching made them look like a matching set with the sash holding them at the center. It was a beautiful dress. Miyano did have to admit that his class, and Hanzawa, did a very good job at choosing it out for him. Especially with his hair tied back in more of a feminine style than he normally wore. At first glance, it would be easy to confuse Miyano for a girl, but it was hard to ignore his boyish features if you knew who he was.

Sent on a mission by Hirano, Sasaki was on the search for his class president. Hanzawa was working with the second years on the festival, which was fun, but made it very annoying to track him down. He managed to find the room Hanzawa was in after he turned the corner down the hallway away from the room. Sasaki sighed, realizing he had more of a chase ahead of him, but realized too that Hanzawa might have left to find Hirano. With that in mind, he decided he had some time to check out what Hanzawa was working on.

Sasaki knew he was gay, and he was pretty sound in his crush on Miyano and no one else. Looking into the room, however, he laid eyes on the most beautiful girl of the entire school. She wore a traditional dress, hair tied back beautifully, and eyes that enraptured her bright spirit in one look. An innocence rested in her gaze as she flicked her head to see who had found her in this room. Cute, pretty, beautiful, and blushing? She was now flustered? It took him a second, but Sasaki remembered two very important things. The festival had a cross dressing competition coming up, and this was an all-boys school.

"Sasaki! What are you doing here?" Miyano exclaimed in shock and embarrassment. He'd been caught. He was trying to keep this whole thing a secret from Sasaki. He didn't want him to know. He knew he'd be bothered. He didn't want to hurt him. Why did he have to find him like this?

"Hirano told me to find Hanzawa," Sasaki replied, his eyes dropping as he stepped into the room.

"Hirano just texted Hanzawa, so he left," Miyano answered.

"Is that so?" Sasaki closed and locked the door, now looking at Miyano and stepped closer. "Are you competing? In the cross-dressing competition?"

"My class asked me to, and they said I didn't have to do anything too girly, so I decided I'd..."

"You'd just let your classmates pressure you?" Sasaki interrupted. In his answer, Miyano began to turn around, embarrassment consuming him like the blush did his face. His attention was turned away so Sasaki wouldn't see until he was brought right back in to look at him. His gaze was cold, his tone different. Miyano hadn't received this side of Sasaki before. It was how he interacted with his classmates like Ogasawara, but not with him. It surprised him, maybe turned him on a bit as he was still dishing out his own feelings, but he was shocked, nonetheless.

Silence. Miyano was taken aback. Sasaki also froze, realization taking its time to settle in, and when it did, he covered his face. "Sorry. I didn't mean to use that tone," he apologized. Miyano only gaped. Sasaki cared about his tone? With him? He cared about his image for Miyano? Of course he did. He liked him after all. Miyano was still in that mindset that the feelings could be a joke, or something Sasaki would let go of eventually, but this solidified it for him. Sasaki was down bad for Miyano, and the feelings were not only strong, but becoming reciprocated.

"Miyano," Sasaki finally spoke up. "What if I asked you to quit? What if I didn't want you to compete in the competition?"

"Well, um..." Miyano struggled. He found himself wanting to follow Sasaki so he wouldn't hurt him. He deeply cared for Sasaki. He was starting to realize how much he would willingly sacrifice or do for him so he wouldn't be hurt. Especially since he knew and trusted that Sasaki would do the same. It struck him. A chord on his heart strings that made it flutter. "My class, and Hanzawa, did so much for me. I wouldn't want to abandon them. But... If you wanted me to stop. To quit. I'd have to think about it. I'll go talk to them. I'll go talk with Kurosawa."

With as much conviction as he could muster, Miyano strode passed Sasaki, walking beside him to exit the room. He was going to do this. He would quit the crossdressing competition if it meant Sasaki would be happier. He'd have to convince his classmates, but he was apprehensive in the beginning. He could definitely use that as an excuse if he needed it. But he was stopped.

Time froze. Sasaki had grabbed Miyano's arm to hold him in place. Miyano was pulled back to look into Sasaki's eyes. He was torn. Sasaki looked hurt, like he didn't want to stop Miyano from doing something he cared about, but also hated Miyano being used like this. His eyes were slitted like a cat's. He held it there for a moment, letting time crawl, Miyano now blushing to Sasaki. Words wouldn't be enough. He had too much in his heart to say it. Sasaki pulled Miyano closer to him, stepping into a pile of black fabric sheets. Miyano was pressed into it them, the softness supporting his weight, as Sasaki balanced himself with them, partially pulling the top one off. Their bodies collided into a hug.

Sasaki's arm wrapped around Miyano as he held them there, taking in the moment to feel his warmth and express his want to protect and his desire for the underclassman beneath him. Miyano took it in, paralyzed by Sasaki's forwardness. His arms slowly lifted, debating if they should return the hug. Miyano liked Sasaki a lot. He was coming to terms with so much in this moment, and it could be felt by his arms. They rose, slowly, inching up, then in, and finished in rest over Sasaki's warm back. His orange sweater was soft. It was comforting. Miyano had grown fond of it over the time he had spent with Sasaki. He felt the sweater twitch beneath his touch. It was cute. Sasaki may have been a tough looking, delinquent of a guy. But he was a complete softy and a bit sensitive to touch. It was charming. Miyano didn't get it before, but he finally understood how deeply he fell under Sasaki's spell.

"I like you, Sasaki. A lot," he whispered into his ear. Sasaki leaned back, bringing himself to look at Miyano's face to see how serious he was. Miyano looked back at him, his expression unchanging as he sobered up from the gay panic running through his brain.

"Oh. If that's true, then, can I..." Sasaki looked to Miyano's lips, Miyano watching his eyes and understanding perfectly what he was being asked. Simply nodding, the taller of the two was given the answer he needed. He leaned down, reaching to the shorter, their lips connecting. Sparks were first, then light reflected into circles and sparkles. It danced around them, the two having their eyes closed as their now expressed feelings danced in their vision of shared blackness.

When it broke, the two shared another instant to fully see the other in this new light. Upper and lower classman, one fighting for the other's love, the other internally fighting to figure it out for himself. Now, they felt the same for each other. The kiss had finalized it for them, making it concrete that they were in this together, for each other, with a shared love between them. It was broken by a smile. Miyano started, his lips deceiving him into it, and pretty soon he was giggling in Sasaki's arms. Sasaki, a touch confused, backed away for a second to then join Miyano in his fit of laughter. They found it difficult to stop, their joyous song filling the room. It did end, both out of breath and almost crying, as Sasaki looked adoringly to Miyano.

"Well, cutie, I do love you in that dress." Miyano blushed as Sasaki flicked to become a bit more seductive. He knew the guy was hot, but he didn't know the guy was HOT.

"You think so?" he asked, fully abashed.

"Totally. But I think you'd look better with it off." He stepped closer, putting a hand to Miyano's hip. A knee rested into Miyano's crotch, pushing into him as he moaned abruptly. "It seems to me you think the same."

Miyano looked down in his fluster, only to be moved back by his chin. Sasaki held him, meeting their eyes, and once again their lips. This kiss flourished into a deep hunger. Sasaki's repressed feelings finally allowed to escape, were being fully placed on Miyano now. Miyano could only take it. He was overwhelmed and reeling from what was happening, but he quickly melted into it, letting Sasaki take him on this journey and show him a world he had never explored before.

Sasaki's hands found themselves pulling at Miyano's clothes. He wanted them off so bad. He needed to see everything of Miyano, learn every detail, witness every part. It started with his hair. Sasaki undid the tie that held it back, letting it fall into place. He then dropped down to pull at the dress, desperately trying to peel it off, but the article wouldn't budge. Sighing in exasperation, he gave up and paused his make out.

"How does it come off?" he grumbled, annoyed. Miyano replied with a playful smirk and quick chuckle. He turned around and pointed at a zipper on the back. It ran from the top of the dress to the sash where it would allow for the wearer to take off the arms and then lower the dress down, or pull it up, for an easy removal. Sasaki slowed down, finding himself rushing something that he wanted to take his time with. He reached over, the zip tantalizingly slow in his mind as he took it down. Then, with some help from Miyano, he slipped off the sleeves, splitting the dress in half. From there, Sasaki decided to let it fall. Miyano wore a simple, uniform button down and his school pants underneath. It was to keep the dress cleaner during the fitting, and it allowed Miyano to change far easier. He planned on doing it for the competition too so the dress didn't have to be washed. He looked to Sasaki, disappointment giving him away.

"Did you want me to have nothing on underneath?" Miyano asked, giving him a lewd look. It was his turn now.

"Maybe," Sasaki mumbled. He blushed causing Miyano to laugh again.

"Then let me give it to you." He reached down and pulled off his shirt. His fingers teased Sasaki, slowly unbuttoning it. It started from the top, allowing his body to gradually expose itself for Sasaki's eyes. He looked down, focusing on steadying his work so he could actually get the shirt off. Despite his confidence in the feelings he had, he was incredibly nervous. With his shirt unbuttoned, Miyano let a shoulder fall down, drooping a bit on his back. His skinny torso was fully shown, ivory skin now unclothed. He watched Sasaki take it all in. The softness, the untouched nature, the smooth beauty, and the lewdness of the shirt falling down, off Miyano's body, and landing on the ground. His hips were accented and figure explicit as the dark pants hugged his body and left much less to the imagination. Sasaki couldn't wait anymore. He needed Miyano.

He pulled him in for another kiss, but this one he guided with more care. His hands grabbed Miyano's placing them on his abs up his shirt. They weren't an athlete's abs, but he was definitely toned. Miyano found himself learning through touch as the roughness of the uniform shirts opposed the silkiness of Sasaki's body. Being led around, Miyano's hands moved up, pulling the sweater and shirt with it. He found himself finished at Sasaki's chest, grabbing into his pecs and feeling his nipples. With this new position, Sasaki broke the kiss so Miyano could see him. He pulled the shirts over his head, arms grabbing from the bottom and folding both inside out as he was rendered shirtless, only Miyano's hands now worn on his upper body. He smiled, watching Miyano's eyes take it in. He knew he loved Miyano's body from the start, but a newfound attraction was always fun to witness. Giving his partner time, he waited a second before grabbing those hands once again.

"Come here," Sasaki desired. "I want to get comfortable." Sasaki led Miyano to one of the classroom chairs, about to pull him into his lap, but Miyano had an idea first. His hands snaked down and undid Sasaki's belt, taking his pants apart in one motion.

"For easier access," he winked. This fucking guy! Sasaki couldn't take it. The cuteness was too much, especially when mixed with how sexually forward he was being. Sasaki let his pants unfold open, showing off his boxer briefs. He took a tug at them, pulling them down to expose his penis, letting his cheeks slip out a bit too. Miyano had his back turned, so he didn't notice it. Sasaki sat in the chair, letting his erection point up, a bead of pre decorating the top. He smirked to it, finding the risk of being in such a public classroom exciting. He didn't think this would be his first time, but the thrill turned him on even more.

Miyano turned around, seeing Sasaki's cock presented just for him. Fuck. That fucking thing, he thought to himself. It excited him, so his hand wrapped around it as he kneeled into his lap. One knee rested on the chair as the other stood straight to balance him on the ground. He leaned in, kissing Sasaki again before being pushed up. Standing in front of Sasaki, Miyano looked down to see his stronger hands work at his own pants. The clinging of his belt resonated within him. He watched it unlatch, falling apart at his center, then his pants split too. Being rendered in half, Sasaki lowered them, and his shorter briefs to expose his slightly smaller cock. It also leaked, a dribble of clear liquid tracing his shaft until it fell off into Sasaki's lap. Sasaki licked his lips, taking in more of Miyano, becoming hungrier for him, needy for him, ready for him.

"You're so sexy," Sasaki mumbled.

"Says you. Shoot. I didn't realize how into guys I was Sasaki. God," Miyano sighed. Sasaki found himself stuck in Miyano's eyes again, staring deep into them.

"You... You're into guys because of me? Fuck Mya. You're making it so much harder to resist you."

"Then don't resist me, Shu." Sasaki blushed as Miyano gave him a nickname, with his first name no less. He was falling deeper into the ocean of this guy's beauty. "Say it again. My first name. Please."

"You are perfectly beautiful, Shumei Sasaki." Miyano kissed him again.

"Shit. You're perfect Miyano. My Yoshikazu Miyano." They both grinned, sharing a loose kiss through open lips. It was quick before Sasaki was pushing Miyano up. He was basically standing now. Sasaki leaned in, resting his lips on Miyano's newly exposed skin. He kissed it, then licked it. Kisses continued to spark goosebumps over Miyano. He let out a soft moan, holding to Sasaki's head, hands in his hair, for balance. He planted a sweet kiss on the top of his head as he pushed himself into his new lover. His cock rubbed on Sasaki's chest, hitting his nipple by accident. Hands worked with the mouth over Miyano's skin too. They reached down, pulling Miyano's pants down further, now resting on his middle thigh. His cute bum was brushed by colder air, and he started to feel the nudity settle in. He stood the knee onto the ground, letting his pants fall down, now naked in the classroom they occupied.

"Gorgeous," Sasaki sighed, staring in awe and adoration. "I think your charm comes from your androgynous figure Mya. You're so beautiful. I can't help it. I'm falling for you with each way I see you." The hearts in his eyes pulsed with Miyano's bashful smile.

"And your charm comes from how much of a stud you are. Ready to protect me from everything. Looking so strong and fit. You're so handsome." Miyano smiled, stepping back into his position, leaving his pants on the floor. Sasaki hugged his waist, looking up the lean body. Miyano pet his hair, stroking it back from his face. Then, it dropped and sucked Miyano's sex into his mouth.

"Oh god! Sasaki!" he moaned loudly. His grip tightened, holding himself up on Sasaki. He didn't stop. He moved from suckling on that cute tip to sucking inches into his mouth. His shaft disappeared and Miyano watched himself vanish. It felt really good. His virginity was lost, Sasaki taking it as he took the penis in his mouth. Using his tongue to constantly stimulate it, he sucked. A little secret was Sasaki had practiced for this. He found a toy his sister owned, becoming curious, and bought one for himself. Well, one was an understatement. He bought multiple. This way, he learned how to suck dick, never knowing if it actually felt good until Miyano's quivering sounds confirmed he was a natural. He moved around, his hands placing themselves on Miyano's cheeks. He took a feel of them, unable to break temptation, and then pushed him closer. He now had Miyano in his grasp. There was nowhere he could move. His hands kneaded at skin. The tissue molded beneath him, moving around, stimulating Miyano without reprieve. His fingers moved inwards, slipping between Miyano's crack, earning a sharp inhale, and rubbed over his puckered hole. He knew Miyano had never experienced a man before, but he was curious if the guy had acted on the spicier plots of his BL. He was about to find out. Popping Miyano out of his mouth, he stood up.

"What are you doing? Why'd you stop?" Miyano asked, practically begging to keep going.

"I need to find something." He headed over to a storage cabinet of the classroom. The room was a sort of storage space anyways. It held supplies for festival making while the classes worked on them. And it held a dirty secret. Sasaki's pants remained up as he searched, bending over to now show his ass fully, but never let them fall. He found it.

"The third years decided it would be hilarious to leave a bag of toys in here. We hoped one of the freshmen or second years would find it. Little did we realize it would get any use." He laughed, Miyano unsurprised, but still taken aback by his upperclassmen. He didn't think they were that lewd. He didn't think they would have a bag that held a vibrator or lube either. Why was Sasaki pulling out the vibrator?

He brought it back to a desk near the chair, sitting back down in it. Miyano returned to his position, noticing the vibrator ignored. Was it for later? He was now very confused and didn't like it. Sasaki was back on him though. He couldn't focus on it. A mouth enveloped his cock, taking it back to where it was before, and hands moved over the dip of his ass. He moaned again, Sasaki's suddenness alerting him. He was close to cumming like this. He couldn't handle it! A hand was brought to his mouth. What was that for?

"Suck," Sasaki commanded. Miyano took the index into his mouth, sucking it down like a straw. It was tight, warm, and felt oddly satisfying. Sasaki would note that for later, but right now, he had another step in mind. He reached the saliva slick digit and, grabbing onto Miyano again, slipped it in.

"Fuck! Sasaki!" Miyano moaned. He looked back to see the hand fingering him. That was the edge. His cum suddenly exploded into Sasaki's mouth, filling it up as he swallowed it down. He did keep a small amount on his tongue though. When Miyano finished his orgasm, he pulled him down and kissed the cum into his mouth. Miyano could not hold back his moans, his voice slipping again as he tasted himself. Something about Sasaki sharing with him made him more excited. He was really into all of this. Being Sasaki's boyfriend, his lover, sharing everything with him.

The kiss finished, cum now swallowed into Miyano's stomach, and both breaths were being caught. "Enjoy that?" Sasaki asked playfully.

"Too much. I need more. Can you do that again to me?" Sasaki grinned. Miyano only told him what he wanted to hear. He felt amazing, and he was ready for round two.

"Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes," Sasaki responded excitedly. He stood in front of Miyano and turned him to a desk nearby. "Bend over. Onto the desk," he demanded once more. Miyano quickly followed. His ass was presented fully to Sasaki, his erection regrowing and dangling beneath him. He felt most exposed in this position. It scared him, but his trust in Sasaki took over. He felt lube drip down between his crack. His skin crawled, the cold feeling intense.

"Mmm god. Why's it so cold?" Miyano shivered. Sasaki gave a quick apology, but it was through fingers. The same index as before found its way back into Miyano. It worked past the knuckle, making its way into the shivering virgin. He was definitely being opened for the first time. Sasaki knew he wanted to enjoy this, but now? He planned to take this much slower. The finger worked Miyano open, loosening him up through loud moans. It was impressive he could relax so well. Sasaki didn't really know much about anal, but he expected a tougher time. The thought passed him, his only reference being BL, so he let himself work Miyano more.

A second finger soon joined, now index and middle splitting Miyano open. The addition made him almost scream. He covered his mouth to muffle the sound as to not alert anyone outside. He was enjoying this immensely. His cock dripped onto the desk, pre forming in a spurted flow. He was bent over. Sasaki was fingering him. He was nude in a classroom after being caught in a dress. He admitted his feelings. Sasaki was his boyfriend now, or at least that part remained unspoken yet understood. If he was told this is where their relationship would have ended up after Sasaki had saved him last year, he would have laughed like he did when Sasaki admitted his feelings that first time. Fate has a weird way of doing the strangest things.

A third finger brought Miyano out of his head. This one felt more natural, that initial sting transitioning more into pleasure. Especially when is prostate was hit. The moan was the loudest of all, his hard-on spasming again, leaking onto the desk. Sasaki knew he found the spot, working to hit it at least once more. With another success, he removed his hand. His cock was slick with pre, and he added lube for extra ease. Miyano now prepped, Sasaki also lubricated, he worked his tip into Miyano.

"Ready for this?" he asked before actually pushing in.

"Please Sasaki. I'm burning up. I need this." Sasaki pushed in, his tip now smothered with warmth and tightness. Miyano winced, immediately resisting Sasaki.He's too big. I can't take it, his thoughts raced.

"Relax babe," Sasaki cooed, leaning onto Miyano's back and hugging him. He kissed the back of his neck, then his cheek. "Relax my love. Let me in. Take a deep breath. I'm here for you." Miyano found his body release tension, and pretty soon, Sasaki was pushing into him. Pain was apparent, but it was temporary. Sasaki would push, pause, allow adjustment, and then continue when Miyano felt ready. He took his time. The main reason was to make sure he didn't hurt his boyfriend, but the other was so he wouldn't cum. He was awfully close from just this. Making out and suddenly having his cock swaddled in loving warmth was too much. He managed to get all the way in Miyano. His body rested on top of the other's. Miyano was fully on the desk, Sasaki on top of him, his cock sheathed inside his butt. That was all he could do. Miyano groaned as he felt his insides become flooded. Cum filled him up, feeling it deep inside him. Him and Sasaki were now committed to each other. He'd been bred.

"Shu? Did you cum?" Miyano asked anyways.

"Yeah. You felt too good. I couldn't help it." Sasaki confessed.

"Well, stay right there. I want to feel this for a bit more." They shared the tender moment, Sasaki never really getting soft again, and Miyano still hard. Regardless of their sensuality, sexuality took over.

"Babe? Can we do another round?" Miyano nodded his head. Sasaki pulled out, leaving Miyano disappointed and empty. He slowly peeled his skin off the desk. Feeling a bit sticky from sweat, he turned to Sasaki. Their mouths collided in another heated session. Miyano was lifted to sit on the desk. Then, he was leaned onto his back. Laying down again, Sasaki lifted his arms above his head. He was pinned to the desk, Sasaki's mouth holding his head down, arms held tightly. His mouth moved down Miyano's body. It kissed wherever it missed earlier, licking specifically over his nipples to elicit some moans. Once satisfied, Sasaki lifted Miyano's legs, resting them on his shoulders. He found himself back inside Miyano, the sensation now comforting.

Newness was evaporating. Instead, the pair found a new feeling they planned on searching for as often as they could. Sasaki was quickly fully enclosed once more, but now, he could move. Standing up, he pulled his hips out, his cock almost falling, only to be pushed back in. It was slow, not wanting to rush or hurt Miyano. He found himself thrusting carefully, focusing on his movements and the face looking to him. It was twisted in pleasure. Delight of their closeness, pleasure of how good Sasaki felt inside him. Miyano was an angel. His arms hadn't dropped down either, writhing above his head, then over his face. Sasaki moved them away, pinning them back into place. He was now over Miyano, his presence smothering him. Miyano's eyes went wide in attraction, and Sasaki went to work. He thrusted a bit harder, moans dancing around his ears, and his other hand worked at the previously untouched cock. Stroking and humping, Sasaki worked Miyano to an intense orgasm, stronger than the first. It made his muscles tense and body shake. He hit his face, spraying all over his body as Sasaki filled him with another load. Two loads emptied, this one mutual, the two took a bit more to recover. Still inside him, though, Sasaki leaned in and licked any cum off Miyano's cheeks. He licked it into Miyano's mouth, his tongue pushing the white liquids to be consumed.

Once their breath was wrangled back in, this time taking a bit longer, Sasaki realized they were both still hard. Just how long could they go? Guess it's what happens when feelings, and cocks, are left untouched for so long. He decided he'd raise the stakes for this one though. The vibrator fell naturally into his hand. He fidgeted with it, getting used to the feel. He turned it on, finding the softest setting. He looked to Miyano, who looked to him in excited concern. Sasaki only smiled, looking a bit like a devil with his twisted grin. The toy lowered and found itself on Miyano's cock. Instantly responding, Miyano's back arched and his body lifted from the desk. The sight excited Sasaki. He held the vibrator down as his other hand held onto the skinny hips on his cock, and he went back to fucking.

The vibrator was intense. Miyano found himself stimulated beyond comfort. It was almost too much, but he loved it. Sasaki looked like he was enjoying himself a lot. Pleasure and discomfort mixed into his brain, and he found himself cumming again and milking another load from Sasaki. Pretty soon, he was lifted off the desk, being seated on Sasaki now. They still faced each other, vibrator not leaving his cock, but mouths now together. Moans shook Sasaki's tongue, the sounds making Miyano's kisses loose and sloppy. Another load shot up over their bodies, painting them both white in cum. They fucked like bunnies, working load after load from each other, the vibrator constantly stimulating Miyano and Sasaki continuously filling him up. Men couldn't get pregnant, but they damn well tried.

After losing count, they spent the last load. By this point, they were on the floor. They had hit so many positions, they were surprised they knew all of them. They ended in missionary, Miyano's legs folded up, Sasaki bent over him. He finally pulled out, cum immediately dripping from Miyano's spent hole. They had gone for god knows how long. It was a good thing they locked the door. Miyano was fully spent. His legs collapsed to the floor and a puddle formed beneath him. Sasaki knelt beside him, looking over him in concern.

"Did we do too much?" he worried.

"No. That was great. I feel so good Shu." Miyano smiled weakly, reaching a hand to cup Sasaki's cheek in comfort. Sasaki met his smile, feeling better about it now. He leaned in and shared one more kiss.

Leaning back up, he sighed. "Well, let's get you cleaned up. We've been gone for way too long. I hope Hanzawa isn't worried. Or your class." Miyano laughed and sat up. Wincing in soreness he looked to Sasaki.

"You might have to carry me for the rest of the day. My knight in shining armor." He kissed Sasaki's cheek, bringing out a blush, and giggled into his ear. Sasaki picked Miyano up, finding some tissues to clean him up with. They gathered their mess, wiping up the floor and desks. There was a can of aerosol, so they sprayed it to cover up the smell of their sex marathon. Finishing up, and getting dressed, the door was finally unlocked and opened. Yet, standing outside was the very angry face of Hirano. Sasaki and Miyano shared a, "we've been caught" smile with each other as they accepted the lecture they were about to receive from the blonde. Totally worth it though.

Chapter 5: Day 4: Reversing the Roles

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Finn was not a virgin. Plain and simple. An experienced male in the art of sex, having lived a childhood that left him free to hook up with anyone. Being orphaned at an early age, sent into a home, and then finding a life of theft to make up for his presumed debt to the caretaker kept him busy, but out of the house constantly. It only got crazier after finding the two of clubs and getting his own playing card, giving him a job at Pinochle Automobiles. Now was not different, just translated into a yellow suit and fighting super powered beings that threatened destruction to the kingdom he lived in.

Chris thought he knew all about Finn. The guy was young, inexperienced, and naive. He would be amiss to say he wasn't jealous of Finn's untouched nature, but he also knew he would never change to experience the same trauma as the guy. Life had a way of bringing different experiences to everyone for a reason. Yet he found that Finn's virginity, and his alarming lack of knowledge around women, was a problem. Also, the guy was cute and Chris was insatiable. However, this was the image Chris painted in his mind of Finn, not the true reality of him.

The pair were on a mission for High Card. There were sent to Lozenge, the northern entertainment district of the kingdom. Its capital, Bell Land, was known for its casino strips. Gambling was the central focus of the area, yet there were also countless venues for live performances, ravishing restaurants, highly acclaimed hotels, fascinating bars, and numerous opportunities to find amusement wherever you turned. Chris and Finn found themselves at the center of it all. They were in a decorated plaza, a stone structure with an open roof, arched entrances without doors, palm trees and many floral decorations. It was beautiful, and many aimless tourists would stop to look up at the open sky, then around themselves in an entire 360 degree view of the space. Finn was an aimless tourist.

With their mission completed recently, and the 5 of diamonds now in their collection, Finn and Chris decided they deserved to relax and enjoy their destination. They had extra time to kill. Pinochle, and High Card, weren't expecting them back for another day. The wiggle room was meant to be an extension into an investigation for other cards if they finished early, but Finn found himself too distracted by all of the sights, and Chris found himself distracted by Finn. Eventually, sitting down, the two collected themselves in a quieter, more hidden section of the plaza. It was a benched area behind the arches almost outside of the main thoroughfare. Sitting on two cushioned chairs, Finn sighed with his high pitched groan and Chris only smirked at him.

"It's nice we finished early. Now we can enjoy Bell Land," Finn marveled.

"Except your too young to gamble, so everything is shut off to you," Chris teased.

"So are you! Doesn't take away from how insane this place is though! I can't believe I scored a mission here. I mean, normally Leo would get it or maybe Vijay, but me? Nah." Finn grinned and turned to Chris to share his shine.

"Guess you're right. What if we took a picture to remember this forever?" he mentioned, half joking. Finn was all into it though. He looked to Chris, who sighed in exasperation, taking out a camera he was lent for evidence. He guessed one shot of them would be fine, so he pulled out his gun, brandishing it to Finn. "These better look cool. And we only got one shot."

Chris smiled back, loving the idea even more. He pulled out his card, and commanded, "Play!" right to it. The card disintegrated into yellow pixels before reconstructing back into a small revolver. It also paired with a matching glove; a black club centered on the back of it. Balancing the camera on a nearby table, Chris leaned back in his chair, crossing his leg over the other and resting an arm on the knee as his other showed off his weapon. Finn leaned forward, his ankle resting up on his knee to make his leg into a triangle. His free hand rested on that ankle, and the gun hand showed it off with his elbow on his knee. Finn smiled as Chris gave a smug confidence, both looking incredibly cool even with a peace sign forming behind Finn's gun. Finn tapped the camera, letting the timer run to shift back into position, and the shutter snapped, memorializing their moment forever. They would have to wait to see how it turned out.

Deciding to explore more, Chris and Finn spent their time, and the rest of their energy on sightseeing before resting in a hotel. They believed they were getting one room with two beds, a prescribed room from Pinochle, but they would soon find themselves in a room with only one bed. It was a king, which helped, at least.

Feeling disappointed, Finn defeatedly laid on the massive bed. It was bigger than any bed he'd ever slept in before. He had slipped off his shoes at the door, Chris' right next to them. His suit jacket had also come off and hung in the room's closet. It left him in his uniform pants, and the black with yellow stripes button down and his white tie. He loosened it and pulled it off on the bed, holding it in his hand as he starfished over the mattress.

Chris had also joined Finn in taking off the jacket and tie, but his grey under shirt was now unbuttoned a couple to show off his neck bones and a hint of cleavage. Where Finn had more teenage muscle, Chris had developed a bit more in his couple extra years. Both were skinny dudes though. Finn's suit was made long, showing off his slim nature, and hinted to curved hips. Meanwhile, Chris was more mature, his body having filled out his suit a touch more, making it slightly wider and bulkier. The suit jackets hung together as Chris joined his workmate on the bed.

"So," Chris began, "You ever been with anyone before?"

Finn shrugged, uninterested in the question, or trying to look like he was at least, and answered in a lie. "Nope. Never had time. I spent a lot trying to help out the orphanage. Didn't have time for women."

"Hmm. I thought you were into guys," Chris pushed.

"Maybe, maybe not. Never really thought about it," Finn avoided.

Chris became annoyed. This was going nowhere. Finn gave no tells about any attraction to anyone. The guy could very well be asexual. Chris sighed, pushing himself up from the bed and finished unbuttoning, and removing his shirt. "I'm gonna take a shower."

He left, stripping right outside the shower door, the only privacy being a lack of sight because of the way the wall by the bathroom was built in relation to the bed. Finn continued to be uninterested, never dropping character as he watched Chris disappear and listened to the sounds of his clothes coming off. Finn decided he'd do the same. He noticed a mirror in front of the bed and checked himself out a little.

His shirt came off first, exposing a slim body. He was proud that he was growing some muscle from working. Normally, he'd just have endurance from running away, but now, he was fighting and using more of his body which meant his once featureless chest was showing some figure. Then, his pants followed, belt clinking to the floor. He wore boxers, the shorts-like underwear being the only thing tight on him. Finn hadn't really been clothes shopping. He got his uniform from work and kept his regular clothes from the orphanage. It meant his underwear were growing small as he had developed. He was an adult to the societal definition, yet he still felt like a boy, a novice, but at least he wasn't a virgin.

Chris had gotten on his nerves. When it came to it, the man oozed sex. Constantly hitting on women, allowing them to distract him everywhere, and leaving Finn with the grumpy male customers whenever Chris felt it inconvenient. He hated it. He wished Chris would pay attention to him. Finn found himself falling for more of his coworker. Probably from the trauma of being orphaned, and having to live in a center, he found that he gravitated towards anyone who showed him parental kindness. But that wasn't the means of his attractions. His attraction had a twisted way of finding the people he looked up to as hot. Vijay was cute, being the quiet type that gave snippets of advice to Finn whenever he was struggling. Wendy had herself less figured out than Finn did, so he let her guide him in what she knew but went on his own most often. And Leo was younger, which meant he had no interest. Especially since the dude was a high strung asshole with daddy issues. Leo was taking his time to grow on Finn, and he even had doubts it would ever grow beyond the trust one shares with coworkers.

Finding himself frozen, looking in the mirror, Finn shook the thoughts of his job out. He was staying with Chris tonight. Chris. The man who, for some god awful reason, his heart attached to. The guy was full of confidence, swagger, and charisma. He might have failed at picking up women, but... Nope. That was it. He failed at picking up women. He was a touch jealous. Jealous of the women who received more of his attention than Finn did. Finn had definitely fallen for Chris somewhere. The man was annoying at first, being the first face to lead Finn through his position with Pinochle and this entire secret society. It didn't help that Chris could be really kind and genuine when he slowed down. Finn was annoyed that he had a crush on his past trainer, but now, he wanted to see where he could take things tonight.

The change in sound of the shower turning off brought Finn away from thinking about Chris and returned him to the shared bed. He laid there, remaining in his underwear to see Chris exit with just a towel. It was obvious he was older, but not by much. Chris was definitely more in shape visually, and Finn examined it. Chris also noticed Finn's lack of clothing and laughed.

"Comfortable already?" he quipped.

"Of course," Finn shrugged, returning to lacking interest. "Decided I might as well since we'll be sharing for the night. Thought I'd get used to it."

"Well, in that case." Chris let his towel fall. Nudity greeted Finn's eyes. The muscular top matched the thick thighs now freed. Chris was strong, and it was overly apparent in this exposé. Finn smirked, loving what he saw, especially when it came to that flaccid piece, hanging low between those strong legs. Chris had some hair over his body, but it only accented his masculine beauty. Short chest hairs, some in his armpit, peach fuzz around his butt, and a sexy happy trail that pointed right to the focus of his sex. Finn was internally screaming, even as he noticed Chris was taking in his shaved body. This guy was too sexy, and he wanted to corrupt that.

"Your eyes are telling me you're far more interested than you're pretending to be, Finn," Chris finally addressed.

"I might be. I might not be," Finn shrugged, finally showing some emotion in his creeping smirk.

"Then I think it's about time you gave it up. You want me, Finn. You want my body and all of the things it could do for you." Chris thought he had won. He thought he had Finn right in his "experienced" hands. Finn was showing interest in him, and he planned on being the one to take advantage of that.

"You might be right," Finn responded, standing up now. He let his private area remain hidden, making Chris look closer to fill in his imagination. "I am interested in you Chris. Have been for a while. The way you so fluidly speak, the charm constantly on your face, and the suave of your voice. It's a swagger I would love to have. But I think you find yourself mistaken in something. I've had sex before Chris. I'm not the little boy you think I am. Just because I can't gamble doesn't make me less of an adult than you are. And I think you'll be far more interested in everything I can do for you." Finn winked, closing the gap between them to the point where their lips were practically brushing over each other.

"Oh? Yeah?" Chris faltered, his nerves of steel breaking. He was not experienced, his partners never an easy catch. They would leave him after he attempted to sing them a song of romance. Chris wasn't bad at flirting, he just struggled with women, and now, Finn was biting back, shutting Chris' dominant personality down.

"I bet you're a virgin big man. I bet the wettest that dick has been its from the showers you take." He looked down at it, appreciating its growing appeal. Chris was into this, and Finn was quickly finding it out.

"No. I've gotten with plenty of women," Chris snapped.

"Bullshit. You have never put that dick into anything except your own hand." Finn watched Chris turn redder than his suit. Bingo! He had hit the jackpot. He might be underage for gambling, but this bet had paid off generously.

"That might be true," Chris fumbled.

"Then let me fix that for you." Finn reached down and gripped Chris' cock. He took the shaft fully into his hand, feeling the warmth and size fill it. Chris was not small, making it all the more entertaining that he hadn't had his virginity taken before. Finn knew he was smaller too. This was going to be fun.

Finn gripped down on Chris, holding it in his hand with a hint of force that made the older guy squeak. He wasn't used to sexual advances, let alone something so consuming. Being led to the bed, Chris was laid onto his back, Finn crawling above him and kneeling over his stomach.

"So, Mr. I Can Get Any Women I've Ever Wanted. Have you ever seen another man before?" Finn laughed a bit. It sounded stupid, but Chris fell for it. The guy was a blushing mess beneath him, a dynamic that was absolutely opposite to how they both carried themselves normally.

"No. You confirmed I haven't seen another woman either," he groaned. Finn winked and hooked his fingers into his boxers. He pushed them down, letting his waist, then pubic area, and finally his savory cock free. Chris eyed it, seeing the pale length point straight to his face. It aimed right between his eyes, a red laser dot forming there as if it were a sniper rifle. Finn moved closer; the target trained a bit lower to Chris' mouth. It eventually stopped, Finn right on the soft closing of his lips. His tip painted lipstick for a second, being pushed in to be met with resistance.

"Now don't be like that Chris. For a guy who never shuts up, you seem to be completely silent." Finn only sneered. "Open up for me Chris. You know you want it." Chris did want it. He did want Finn. The guy had come on to him so strong he couldn't help but be attracted and turned on. He twisted the scene to make him believe he had taught Finn well, but Chris well knew this was the secret side Finn never showed.

Chris opened his mouth; a flavor of penis being introduced to him for the first time. He let it fall on his tongue, licking beneath the head as foreskin was pulled back. Finn was uncut, leaving Chris to work his tongue a bit more. He found himself exploring the intrusion, letting his tongue take it all in for him. He tasted the head that was hardly exposed, then dipping into the slightly unwashed skin from a day of work. Finn did not shower before. Chris had forgotten. It didn't stop him, nonetheless.

Finn let out a deep sigh of a moan, showing Chris he felt good. He let the guy explore the first inch first before pushing himself deeper in. Finn was average in size, filling Chris and being blocked by inexperience. A bit of his cock was left out of his mouth, leaving some of him still outside Chris. It was fine though. Finn didn't need him to be perfect. Chris was a virgin after all, to both men and women.

Finn let Chris adjust before he started to move. His hips pulled back, sliding his cock over a spongey tongue, pulling it to the tip, then pushing it back in. Chris sucked on Finn, the control remaining with the blonde. The dark grey wasn't noisy with his voice, but quiet slurping noises could be heard. Finn kept it going, getting a little louder and a little tougher.

"I'm close Chris. I'll be nice and let you choose where it goes." Chris was taken aback. Finn was about to cum from his mouth? His eyes went wide as paralysis overtook him in indecision. He had never been cum in or on before. Fuck it. If was going to take it, he was going all the way.

Chris lifted his head, taking Finn's length down in its entirety. He shut his eyes, holding them tightly as he struggled to breathe. Finn huffed, holding Chris into his skin, and unloaded down his throat. He found his orgasm strengthened by Chris' resolve, losing control far more than he planned to. He loved the eagerness. His counterpart was quite the willing learner. It made his previous role as the teacher all the sweeter.

Finn pulled out. Chris was left gasping, Finn also catching his breath a bit. When he recovered enough, Chris looked up to Finn and gave him a cocky glare. "Enjoy my mouth?"

"Of course. You were a natural. But I think you have more to give." Finn lifted himself, inching forward again to place himself fully above Chris' face. His balls were right above his eyes, swaying like a hypnotic pendulum. They lowered slowly, moving to Chris' face, and rested on them as his nose was overwhelmed with the smell of inner thigh. He was trapped, taking in the day's nature on Finn. Finn still had a hint of musk to him. Chris wasn't opposed to it. He took in the smell before a voice told him the next action.

"Prep me with your tongue. You told me you were an ass guy anyways." Finn decided to turn around as he spoke. He flipped himself to face down Chris' body, giving him now full access to eat him out. It was a quick transition, leaving Finn squatting into Chris. Chris' tongue flicked out, and a new flavor was introduced to it from the same source of person.

Finn moaned and sighed as he felt the lick hit his skin, lapping between his crack and over his hole. Finn was not a virgin, so he didn't need as much to prep himself. Especially since he had hidden some lube on the end table during Chris' shower. He reached over and pulled it out to be ready, leaving Chris in need for a second before appeasing him again. Then, Finn "lost" interest.

He was into it at the start, grinding into Chris, moving his ass around, giving Chris more of his attention. Then gradually, he sat more still, giving Chris less to work with, and making him do all of the work. Mainly, Finn wanted to see what Chris would do. Would Chris accept it? Would he ask for more some way? Or would he act on something and become greedy with Finn? Tempting fate, Finn sat there, feeling the tongue push to his ass and attempt to go in. He tensed up, blocking access to Chris, which earned a needy whine. There it was. Finn knew pretty soon, Chris was going to take something for himself.

Soon was an understatement. Chris rapidly grabbed Finn by the hips, pushing him into his face, and sat up. Finn was bent over, hands and knees on the bed now, as Chris took over the control of eating. Finn yelped, half moaning in arousal, and found his face in line with Chris' cock. Licking his lips, and relaxing his muscles, two appendages entered into a new hole. Chris felt his cock consumed while he was consuming Finn's ass. For the first time, his penis was inside something that wasn't his hand. It felt divine. He moaned into Finn, adding some vibrations and stimulation for the blonde. Finn sucked down, taking Chris masterfully in one go, and brought him ultimate pleasure. Chris, also found his tongue slipping into Chris, a new plethora of sensations shocking him.

Now in a new position, Chris was prepping Finn, and Finn was prepping Chris for himself. Getting him close to the edge, cock twitching and threatening to bust, Finn pulled off. "That's enough big boy," he sang. "Don't want you to cum just yet." He pulled his ass away from a very dazed man.

"Shit. Can't believe you stopped it right there," he whined, slapping Finn's ass. Finn jolted forward, moaning lewdly, very into it. Chris switched a bit, finding the change amusing. He reached up and gave another hit, just to test something. Finn turned around and looked back to Chris.

"You good? Or are you just going to keep holding back on me?" He winked. Chris snickered with himself. He went to grab Finn's ass, spreading it open and exposing him for his eyes, now that his mouth was on pause. He studied it, playing with it in his hands. It felt like it looked back at him, but something about the pink fading away from his skin made Chris want to mark it more.

"Fine. Since you asked so kindly." Chris reached his hand down and pushed Finn's head into his crotch. "But you have to work for it." Finn rolled his eyes, licking a up what he was given. Chris shuddered out a moan, letting Finn take him back into his mouth. Feeling good, once again, Chris' hand reared back, coiling up to slap back down, rendering Finn red once more. Satisfied with his work and feeling Finn's moan, he continued at it. He smacked andsmacked again. Finn moaned with each contact, his head pausing to let it out and continuing right after. Finn continued to make Chris feel good, Chris making Finn feel good. They delighted each other, smacking and sucking. Chris turning Finn red in the back, Finn making Chris red up above.

The pair went at it, returning favors for each other, giving what the other desired. Pretty soon, it was becoming just enough for the both of them. Chris was close, Finn feeling it too.

"Get your face back in there. I'm close," Finn moaned. Chris shoved himself right back where he started, his face squeezing between Finn's cheeks. Finn groaned in pleasure, feeling Chris move his tongue back to where it once was. Finn bucked into it, forcing his face back down, and took Chris whole. Finding themselves as deep as they could go, cum flooded into his mouth. Finn got his turn to taste his partner. He hummed with the flavor, finally taking in Chris for the first time, learning more about him than before. He might have started this to take this guy's virginity, showing him things, he hadn't felt yet, but now, he found himself enjoying this because of Chris, and wanted to keep going. He sat up, moving off Chris and faced him with his charm and confidence. Chris met him with a similar look. They found they saw each other in a new light, a different bond than before. But who cared about all that sappy shit?

Chris turned to Finn and tilted his chin down, devilishly glowing. "So, want to take more from me?" Finn matched the energy, giving Chris the same expression.

"Speaking my mind." Finn lifted himself up, moving down to sit on Chris, wanting to ride him. The lube was in his hand and getting them both slick. "Hope you're ready for this. Since you worked so much back there." He sat down, making Chris scream as the pair found themselves never sleeping for the entire night after their successful mission.

Chapter 6: Day 5: Rekindling A Filling

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After the tournament with Adam, everyone had split off from the event and went to go back to their lives. It was a bit anticlimactic. Adam went on with his servant to go and try to take over the world, or whatever politics he had to attend to. Reki and Langa had left from the mountain, Miya, Joe, and Cherry, all joining them in celebration for that roof top barbeque that Adam crashed, but even they went back to school and had life to attend to. Sakurayashiki found himself back at work, and Nanjo found himself back at his restaurant. They visited a couple times, Sakurayashiki eating at his establishment, but it wasn't enough for the feelings they both seemed to be growing for each other. Their personas of Cherry and Joe were forgotten in public, both men having to resort to their given names. It was awkward, especially since they could be on a first name basis too. Beyond that, both were simping hard, unable to fully avoid each other. It was a weird lull of excitement slowing down into normalcy.

That normalcy was suddenly broken one day. Joe was out, heading to the mountain to clear his head. He raced down on his board, the cool breeze of the open air emptying his thoughts and letting the speed take him over. He slipped into a brawny auto pilot, his muscles taking control. Speeding down the mountain, he heard the sound of an automated voice that irked him still.

"60 degree angle. 5 degree gradient. Entering at 45 miles per hour," it droned. Pretty soon, a flash of pink hair sped by him, flowing like waves of the ocean, fluttering like blossom petals. Cherry zoomed right by, his brainy auto pilot, and robotic copilot, zipping down the mountain. It seemed he needed a distraction too.

"Cherry!" Joe shouted, the pink man almost falling off his board. He came to a sudden stop and flicked his hair around to see Joe stopping behind him.

"Don't shout at me like that you oaf! You could have killed me." Cherry glared to Joe, but the frown quickly changed as he couldn't help but smile to the gorilla, he "hated" so much.

"Sorry, I guess," Joe responded, finding himself smiling too. "Couldn't help it since it's been a minute. What ya doin up here?"

"Distracting myself. Work is busy. Not that I'm complaining. But I need a break."

"Hear ya there. Something about the late summer switch into fall really makes people crave Italian food."

"I doubt it's the seasons. Probably everyone getting back to work now that summer is ending."

"Calculated as always." Joe laughed a bit. They felt awkward, but after the whole tournament, he was surprised it wasn't worse. "Wanna race?" he asked.

"What's the bet?" Cherry agreed quite quickly.

"Whoever loses has to house the winner for the night. And that means taking care of his every need." Joe grinned, finding himself hilarious and the challenge quite fun. If he lost, he'd be taking care of Cherry, and if he won, Chery would be taking care of him. It was a win win in his mind.

"Sounds fun. I think I'm up for it." Cherry smirked back. Joe might be an oaf, but he was an intelligent guy. Cherry knew he was scheming something in that pea-sized brain of his, but he realized that he wanted to spend time with the guy. They weren't able to see each other as often as he hoped.

The pair found their way up the mountain, Carla helping them out. The robot managed to get them up without much of a workout. At the top, Cherry and Joe lined up on the starting line. Their boards were in their hand, bodies lunged forward as if frozen in time, and a countdown being methodically ticked down by the feminine voice of Cherry's board. She did have her uses. Joe could admit that much. He waited, listening to that automated tone until it hit the word, "Go."

Jumping forward, both men pounced at the exact same time, running past the painted white strip everyone agreed to be the start. The mountain had been repaired since the tournament, which meant they had their original path back. Zooming on down, green and pink competing to win, neither pulling ahead enough to really call a lead. They stuck together, taking turns on each curve and racing side by side for most of the course. Consciously, they both thought they were racing to win. Subconsciously, they were racing to be together. Joe and Cherry rolled down the mountain at deadly speeds, both of them getting lost into the zone of their own athleticism, but also with each other. It was no longer a race, but instead a ride together, albeit a very intense one. Reaching the warehouse, a winner still had yet to declare himself. The brains and the brawns used their differing strengths to try and pull one over on the other, but the finish line soon crossed under them and the results were in.

"You have tied. Both boards crossed at the same time," Carla stated factually.

"Tied? There's no way! I was definitely first over," Joe challenged.

"Nope. Carla is true to her word. She is not programmed to lie," Cherry responded, matching Carla's "matter-of-factness."

"Well, what do we do about the bet?"

"We find the even split of the two. You come over to my house and cook us dinner. How does that sound?"

"Deal," Joe agreed, almost too quickly. Cherry led Joe to his motorbike. Joe was grateful since he didn't drive to the mountain, it being close enough for him to skate over. Hopping on after being put into a helmet, Joe and Cherry zipped away. The roar of the bike reverberated in their ears, taking them into the night. Their entire ride was in silence, not that they could really hear each other over the rushing wind. It didn't matter since they reached their destination quite quickly. Parking his bike in a garage, Cherry led Joe into his house, showing his not so humble, very rich abode.

"Damn dude," Joe exhaled. "You really love your tech."

"Carla is my personal assistant. She helps me with everything I need her to," Cherry responded dryly.

"I'm not judging. Just, impressed." Joe looked around and Cherry found a weak smile meant for him. The oaf had matured since seeing Adam, and Cherry found himself changed too. He wondered where this night would take them.

"The kitchen is over here. You can use whatever is available. I should have more than enough for one of your famous dinners but let me know if I need to buy anything from the store." He pointed to the kitchen, another gorgeous part of the house. The white marble counter tops were met with stainless steel appliances and an almost futuristic aesthetic. Joe was impressed. Cherry did have a lot, more than he expected the guy to have since he didn't even know if he cooked. He got excited over it all, taking off his jacket that he had worn to the mountain to get comfortable.

"Didn't realize you used your kitchen this much," Joe teased.

"I do. I can cook for myself. Carla can only find me a recipe," Cherry chided back.

"Whatever. Still didn't take you for that kind of guy." Joe found an apron and put it on. Sinching down the straps, he got to work. He found Cherry's kitchen to be methodical, calculated, well put together. It made his life easy. Finding the rhythm of the new location quite quickly, Joe had started on his favorite meal. He was an Italian chef after all, so he prided himself in his noodle dishes. He could cook anything, but he decided on a comfort food. Finishing up after an hour, a five star alfredo was now ready for consumption. It had tomatoes and basil as garnish, and he prepped a spinach salad for the side. He brought bowls of food to a dining table outside the kitchen and placed them across for Joe and Cherry to sit at.

"Bon appetite," Joe said over Cherry's shoulder as he presented the food. He almost whispered it into his ear, getting a shiver and goosebumps from the man.

"You don't have to be a creep," Cherry joked. He smiled, finding his mouth watering over the food. "I'm still impressed by how well you can cook."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Joe becoming insulted.

"That a man who's more muscle than brain can make something so delectably appealing."

"You can be so rude sometimes." Both were laughing, neither finding the insult serious. Joe found Cherry wasn't serious about it, and Cherry liked to be a tease. Both of them grew into this relationship before Adam had ruined it between them. Despite it all, they sat across from each other, eating a delicious dish made by Joe in Cherry's house.

These men were famished. Having raced a couple hours ago, and basically skipping dinner to do so, they ate in silence, the sounds of clinking silverware and some slurping of wet noodles could be heard. The meal was consumed quite quickly. Salads gone first, pasta gone right after. They weren't messy, much to Cherry's personality, but they were quicker than normal for him. It was almost like they wanted to move on to the next step of the night, but they didn't agree on a next step. Having finished, the two now stared at each other in silence, an awkwardness slowly growing over them.

"So, how'd you like it?" Joe asked, breaking the ice.

"It was delightful as always. I think the only thing I've never hated about you is your cooking."

"Oh, you did once. When I started in high school." Joe scoffed which got a laugh from Cherry.

"In my defense, you found a way to leave the stove on after you finished burning the entire meal." The laugh grew and both found themselves giggling in nostalgia.

"Yeah. Not my best work," Joe admitted in defeat.

"It's fine. You've gotten much better since." Cherry gave Joe an admiring grin, making Joe blush. He looked away, his gaze dropping to his empty bowl, and laughed awkwardly.

"Does this put you on dish duty?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Guess it does," Cherry sighed, getting up from the table. He walked over, grabbing Joe's dishes, brushing against him on purpose. Joe tensed, blushing some more, but Cherry walked away, Joe going unnoticed. "Carla, water," he commanded to his kitchen, a warm faucet turning on as he found himself in front of it. Rinsing off anything that wasn't meant for the dishwasher, Cherry put everything away, leaving it to be actually washed when the machine was full. He knew Joe was watching him, but when he turned his attention to the man, he felt the eyes quickly turn away. Finding it funny, he snickered to himself and finished up in the kitchen.

"Well, I don't know what you wanted to do with the rest of the night. I'm a bit tired myself, so I might retire to my room. Oh, wait. Before that," Cherry paused, now looking for something. "Here," he said finding it.

“It’s a necklace. Um… I bought it for you in high school, but Adam got involved and I decided I’d sell it. But I guess I couldn’t get myself to actually do that. So, you can have it now.” Cherry’s words still sounded thoughtful like normal, but there was a hint of nerves to them and Joe could tell he struggled to say that.

"Thank you. I'll make sure to cherish it. I greatly appreciate it." Joe smiled back, both of them meeting a gaze of a love rekindling.

"I think I'll go home then," Joe admitted. "I'm feeling tired too, and I don't know if I could stay the night here. Still some mental block, if ya know what I mean." He added an awkward laugh to alleviate from his disappointment.

"I do," Cherry sighed. "I can feel it too. At least now we have started somewhere." Sharing one final look, the pair parted, Joe leaving Cherry's house and heading out to find his board. Cherry followed him to the door, planning on locking it behind him as he left. Joe exited, waving goodbye, both of them almost sharing a kiss with each other, but deciding against it last minute. Closing the door, satisfied with himself, Cherry melted into it, kneeling down with a sigh of relief that their interaction went as well as it did.

He walked back into his house, collecting himself, and his legs, to go back to his kitchen and dining room. His mind rewatched the dinner over and over again. It replayed through his brain, watching Joe control his kitchen, wishing secretly he would control him in devious ways. Laughing to himself at the thought, he locked eyes with the hoodie. Joe’s jacket. He left it? Cherry sighed, deciding to hold on to it until he would see Joe again.

Looking at it, he moved closer, now standing over the place it laid, on one of his chairs. A thought entered into his mind that he should leave it alone. He shouldn’t touch it. It should stay there until he returned it. That voice quickly faded though.

Cherry grabbed the jacket, the soft fabric melting into his hands as he lifted it to his face. The hoodie smelled just like Joe. Fuck. He inhaled quite a few whiffs, taking in the work out musk, restaurant, and the body wash he used. It was so specifically Joe it made Cherry’s heart ache a touch. He wished he acted on that kiss earlier, wanting to have more of Joe that he missed by letting him leave. He debated more on what to do, finding himself feeling bad for wanting to debase such an item, but also feeling unable to hold back on it.

He slipped the hoodie on, feeling quite small in it. It smothered him in Joe and rested on his body in a very baggy droop. He was way too skinny for Joe’s fit nature. Cherry found a mirror in his bathroom, standing in front of it and laughing to himself. He looked ridiculous. Even the arms were too long as he held it over his mouth to take more of it in and study himself in it. He always wore form fitting clothing to look sharp and well dressed, but now, he wore a hoodie, too big and unprofessional. He loved it.

Leaving the bathroom, Cherry found himself back on the couch. Joe’s smell was definitely making him feel things, only making it worse with time. He was getting warm down below, feeling his pants tighten and a bulge grow. Cherry sighed, feeling unrefined, but he loved it. Sometimes it was nice to break away and debase oneself. It’s why he skated. He had to escape high society somehow. Finding himself on his couch again, Cherry lowered his pants, putting them to his knees and put his erection into his hand. He gripped down, finding his preferred pressure and hand placement before stroking up and down. Cherry’s pale skin moved with his hands, stroking the bit of foreskin he had over the cock head and then back to fully reveal it. He sighed out a moan, feeling himself and taking in as much of Joe’s scent as he could. Feeling good, he lost himself into it, pleasure consuming his body and Joe consuming his senses.

Joe had left Cherry’s house feeling quite sad he left it where he did. It felt like both of them wanted to go further, but they didn’t act on it. He walked, dejected and disappointed with himself. He managed to put on the necklace for some comfort. After, his walk got a decent way before stopping, feeling cold. His hoodie! He finally realized he forgot it and paused to turn around.

“Hold up. He probably locked his door,” he thought to himself. “I should just wait until I see him again. Or I could knock. But what if he’s asleep? Knowing him he’s actually working on something. Fuck it. I’ll go and if he doesn’t answer, I’ll head back home.” Conviction taking over, Joe reversed course and walked back to Cherry. He found himself back at the front door he recently left. Joe knocked once, the sound going unheard by the man inside who was finding cloud nine. Knocking a second time, Joe shouted in.

“Cherry! Are you awake in there? I left my jacket.” He waited. No response. Feeling some dread, he went and jiggled the door handle. Unlocked. Joe found it odd. It went against Cherry’s uptight personality. He entered regardless. Stepping in slowly, trying to sneak around as to not disturb. He crept around until he heard a sound.

“Mmm. God. Kojiro.” Joe froze. That was Cherry’s voice. It came from the couch. What was he walking into? He was moaning his name? Joe felt very curious, and he noticed his jacket was not where he placed it earlier. He inched forward, getting closer to his name being moaned. If anything, it turned him on. He felt himself getting hard, unable to help it, as he closed the distance.

He finally reached the couch. He peaked over, still out of sight of Cherry. Only wearing Joe’s hoodie now, Cherry was masturbating there. Joe stopped. He took the sight in. Cherry’s slim body, at least the lower half, was exposed. He died inside, the flamboyant gay heart inside his macho body fluttering into oblivion. He decided to finally show himself, feeling bad for just watching, and peeked over the couch.

“Um. Cherry? I’ve come to get my jacket,” Joe said quietly. Cherry shot up, eyes shooting open and his pale skin turned bright red.

”Kojiro? What are…. Your jacket? Oh. Right. How much did you see?” Cherry broke.

“Um, I heard my name and saw you masturbating,” Joe responded as flat as he could.

“Got it,” Cherry coughed. “You can have it back.” Cherry reached down to pull the hoodie off, going for the arm first, but felt his wrist grabbed and halted.

“No. Keep it on. It looks really cute on you. Especially with nothing else.” Joe smirked, looking over Cherry in a very adoring gaze. Cherry only got redder, his entire body flushing now as he looked up to Joe in horror. He felt mortified. Joe not only caught him masturbating, but he was doing it in his hoodie no less. And now he was being told to keep it on. But he was so dirty. Why did Joe want him to keep it on?

“Does it smell like me? Is that why you have it on?” Joe chuckled.

“Yeah,” Cherry squeaked.

“Then keep it. I want me to be in your nose while I have my way with you. It’s your punishment for being so dirty.” Cherry was rendered speechless. He looked to Joe, watched as he made his way around the couch, and felt him move over him, fully hovering above his body on the couch. Joe placed himself over the man who was brighter than his hair. Joe reached down, putting his hand into Cherry’s crotch, he reached fingers down and started to move over his butt crack. Slipping into it, Joe found the differing skin of his hole, pressing against it which earned a sharp gasp.

“Koji,” another moan slipped. Joe smirked as a nickname was given to him, and he pushed his middle finger past the knuckle.

“That’s it Kaoru. Keep singing my name. Tell me how good you feel.” Cherry was quite loose. It seemed he had some fun with himself last night, and he did it regularly over nights before. His butt was trained to take more than a finger at first touch. Moving to push in a second, he found minimal resistance. Index and middle, now opening Cherry up, making his voice crack and get louder in delight. Kojiro’s name being said more in these few minutes than had been in the previous year. Kaoru couldn’t stop screaming it.

“Does a dirty man like you have lube nearby?” Joe asked. Cherry reached up behind him, reaching into his couch cushion to find a hidden bottle. He arched his back to reach it, showing off his stomach as the jacket lifted. Damn was he hot in his own androgynous figure. It was far more feminine than Joe’s but he found himself quickly falling for it even harder. The lube made it his way, and Joe poured some over his hand. With Cherry receiving less friction, he added a third finger, slipping more of his hand inside.

“Just how dirty are you, Cherry? Does the little blossom have more secrets he doesn’t share? Far dirtier than being a skater? Just how much do you play with yourself? Tell me Cherry. Tell me everything my blossom.”

Cherry moaned out his next words. “Every day. I’m so dirty. I can’t keep my hands off myself. I always think of you. Joe. Kojiro.” Each name was accented with a high pitch crack, his voice breaking as Joe pushed more into him.

Joe huffed, very turned on by Cherry, and worked his way to the fourth finger. He was right. Cherry must’ve been in his ass every night. It was a quite easy to keep getting more into him. Four fingers, and they had only been going for ten minutes. Cherry had leaked onto his hoodie, a wet spot forming where his cock rested. Joe did not feel bothered by the mess, hoping to make more of it, on his hoodie, and of Cherry.

"More. Please Kojiro. I need more of you." Joe's hand had one finger left. He was close to just putting everything into Cherry. He pulled his hand out a bit, putting his fingers together to move all of it, including his thumb, in. Joe's hand, large, fit, well experienced, pushed its way into Cherry. He screamed and moaned, snatching a throw pillow from nearby and shoving it over his mouth. Joe, using his free hand, took it away and threw it out of reach.

"None of that. I want to see and hear every single reaction you have. You have to show me how good you feel, remember?" Joe teased. He looked down, watching Cherry writhe in that mixture of pain and pleasure. Feeling an intense pressure inside his anus, while feeling intensely delighted by his prostate being hit repeatedly. Joe worked his hand open slightly, turning Cherry into a gaping mess. The man was a gasping, crying, wheezing mess on the couch. The spot on the hoodie only grew from Cherry adding to it. He felt close. Joe relaxed, holding his hand inside Cherry, adding more lube for the sake of it, and leaned over. He licked a tear from the pale cheek. Kissing beneath his eye, he moved his mouth down and connected their lips for the first time.

"You're such a beautiful blossom Cherry. You're as vibrant as the spring time air, awakening my heart to life anew, with a hint of freshness only the season could bring, and giving me great joy whenever you come to view," Joe whispered into his ear.

"When did you become such a poet?" Cherry winced in laughter, Joe's hand still inside him, so it was uncomfortable, but he relaxed and pain subsided.

"I thought I'd learn it to impress you in high school." This made Cherry laugh, sounding more like a moan, as he realized just how ridiculous this man sounded.

"You're such an oaf," Cherry replied.

"Is that all you have for me?"

"Maybe if I didn't have your entire oafish hand in me." Joe smirked, moving it again to graze over the insides of Cherry. Instead of poetry, Cherry sang. It was a broken song of sex and lust, but he sang for Joe proudly. Yeah, it was being forced out of him by the intrusion, but Joe loved it all.

Joe pulled his hand out, lifting Cherry's legs to see what he had done. A redder, slightly swollen, but well open hole greeted his sight. He was impressed. It was so unlike his counterpart to ever be like this. He needed to see it a bit more before they finished.

"Flipping you over," Joe said suddenly, receiving a snappy "What?!" as he turned Cherry onto his stomach. Joe lifted the man quite easily, his strength hoisting Cherry over so he was on his hands and knees. Snapping the bottle of lube open one last time, he applied more to Cherry's hole, the coolness applying a soothing relief to the fire burning back there. It was a satisfying burn for the scrawny man. He wouldn't revisit it if he didn't like it. Joe then balled up his hand, turning it into a fist, and applied tons of lube to it. He smothered himself in the viscous fluid. It surrounded him, dripping off a bit, as he moved to push it into Cherry.

"JOE! Fucking hell!" Cherry cursed, uncharacteristically.

"Breathe Cherry. Try to relax. It's the last thing," Joe explained, trying to calm him down. Cherry took a deep breath. He calmed his nerves, and his body, the scent of Joe filling his nose as the hoodie was meant to do. At the smell, Cherry was able to lean down, letting himself fall right into the soft fabric at his nose, and Joe pushed himself in. Getting his fist right in there, Joe watched himself disappear into Cherry with attraction, lust, and straight up awe. He was impressed. Impressed Cherry was like this and could handle it. Impressed he managed to take his entire fist. Genuinely impressed. It was a feat most could not say they'd done before, and he just did it. He held himself in there, waiting for Cherry to cum, but it didn't rain onto the couch as he expected.

During the flip, the hoodie had shifted. It held onto Cherry's cock, cradling the tip inside of it. His head rested there, leaking more, until Joe had managed to slip in. His fist rested inside his ass, holding there for a moment and Cherry could not hold himself back anymore. Cum now filled Joe's hoodie, spraying up to his chin and hitting him there as it flung up the inside. He had moaned into Joe's hoodie, his breath steaming up the top near his face. Cherry looked back to Joe, tears down his cheek, and he smiled.

"Can you pull out? It... You felt great, but I came, and it feels very odd now," he asked.

"Oh. God. Yeah!" Joe replied. He pulled his hand out slowly, a nicepop sounding into his ears as he watched Cherry's backside react to the void of lacking so much mass. He caught his breath slowly, moving to fully turn to face Joe, wanting to sit down and wincing in soreness.

"Want to lay in my lap?" Joe asked, looking to Cherry with a concerned smile. Cherry nodded, flipping over into Joe's lap, resting his head on his muscular thigh.

"That was a lot," he sighed.

"I bet. I didn't think you could take that." Joe laughed.

"I've had my time with myself. My second guilty pleasure."

"I see. I wouldn't mind finding out more of them."

"We can definitely explore more, but can we take a bath? Clarity is settling in, and I could use some tea." Joe nodded to Cherry's request, lifting him up and carrying him to the bathroom.

"My knight in shining armor," Cherry laughed, kissing Joe on the cheek. Joe smirked, finding their lips together once more as he put Cherry onto the floor, standing. He peeled his hoodie off of him, looked at it, then to Cherry, and back to it once more.

"I think you can keep it," he commented, noticing the cum inside.

"There is no way either of us are wearing that again." Cherry looked to Joe, nude while him clothed, and stepped forward.

"Care to join me?" he asked. Joe blushed, unable to respond, but when met with a kiss, he nodded. Cherry removed his shirt, pulling it over his head, showing off his muscles and body. They were pure opposites. Cherry tall and slender, Joe big and strong. His pants fell too on the bathroom floor as the two men now fully were able to see every part of each other. All he wore was the necklace he received a moment ago.

"You put it on?" Cherry asked, excitedly.

"Of course I did. And I don't want to take it off." They grinned stupidly to each other and hugged into one more kiss. Cherry broke it first, turning to lead Joe into his elaborate shower, the men washing off their unexpected activities. With a shower finished, tea made, and fresh clothes put on to be comfortable, Joe having struggled to find something that fit, they sat on a new couch as the other cushion's covers were washed. They cuddled together, talking the night away, catching up on everything they missed during Adam, and fell asleep there in their tired joy, slumber slipping them into rest after a very dirty, but very loving night.

Chapter 7: Day 6: Giving Into the Demons

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Megumi and Itadori found themselves up really late. They were studying for a bit, deciding on a simple sleepover so the two could hang out and destress from everything that had been going on. With the haunted bridge now solved, they had some down time and wanted to spend it together. Nobara was asleep in her own room, denying Itadori's request for a quick kick back night because she really didn't want to be with the boys. They sat in their pajamas, Itadori wearing a black ADHD t-shirt and bright red bottoms, while Megumi wore a red AUTISM shirt with black bottoms. Itadori found them at a thrift store, and not understanding what the two words meant, bought them anyways so him and Megumi could match. He thought it was cute!

Megumi only entertained Itadori to stop his begging. It also didn't help that the guy was softening up to Itadori and found himself liking him, but that was not for the public to know. If Gojo found out, he'd never hear the end of it, and he did not need Itadori to grow a bigger head. The two wore the matching pajamas, sitting on the bed, talking about life and everything around them, until Itadori popped a question that made Megumi choke on spit.

"What type of girl are you into?" It was sudden, unexpected, and took Megumi heavily off guard. His coughing fit took a minute to recover from, but he did and looked to his pink haired friend in complete shock.

"Really? Why?" he asked finally.

"Because I want to know. I don't feel like I know you much, and I want to learn." Itadori's innocent air to the question calmed Megumi down slightly, but only enough to make him not enter fight or flight over the situation.

"I don't have a type for girls," Megumi frankly responded.

"Really? How about guys?" Itadori's question really made Megumi blush. His face turned beet red as his stare only froze stronger on the other guy.

"Guys? Oh. I don't have a type for them either. I guess. But..." Megumi was stopped by Itadori leaning in closer as the excited puppy he was.

"Keep going! You've gotta tell me. You're into guys who...." Itadori pushed him on.

"God, you're annoying," Megumi rolled his eyes. "I don't know. Can you back up? You're way too close."

"My bad, my bad." The eager puppy moved away, sitting upright while crossing his legs and resting his hands in his lap.

"Why don't you tell me your type. And then I might tell you mine."

Itadori nodded, agreeing awfully quick and began rambling. "Well, I'll love just about any woman. Yet Jennifer Lawrence (and Megan Thee Stallion) is my top. She could do anything to me and I would thank her. But I guess guys can look good too. Maybe a guy who's kinda opposite to me? Like, how opposites attract! Where I'm energetic, he's mellow. Where I'm muscular, he's skinnier. Where I'm bright and colorful, he's a bit more black and white. And where I wear my heart on my sleeve, he saves his for those who matter most to him. I think a guy who can be my other half, match me at where I am, but wrangle me when needed, and just be enough like me we can be interesting together without being bored because we share everything the same. I guess someone like that would be my type of guy."

Not picking up on Itadori fully describing him, Megumi felt impressed by how thoughtful that answer was. "You really have thought that out? Better than me," he laughed awkwardly.

"It's fine not to know. Although, I get a feeling you know who you like, Megumi." He leaned in with a teasing poke of his finger while singing his name. Megumi scoffed, brushing Itadori off, but also laughing a bit.

"I guess I do. My type is definitely a guy like you, Yuji," he admitted. It was Itadori's turn to blush. Being left a gay mess, he looked to Megumi in shock. Did he just admit to liking him? There was no way! Itadori could not wrap his head around what his black haired friend just said. The sorcerer was left there, struggling for his response to such a declaration.

"You like me Megumi? And you didn't pick up that I fully described you as my type?" he asked, dumbfounded. Megumi sat there, feeling normal for a moment, then feeling a heat rise up his entire face, and finally feeling like a flustered, panicked mess.

"You like me too?!" he shouted to Itadori, sounding accusatory.

"I mean, I did just call you my type," he shrugged, now acting cool.

"How could.... I can't believe I missed that completely." Putting his face into his hands, Megumi hid himself from Itadori, mortified and unable to look him in the eye anymore. "I'm so stupid!" he groaned.

"No, you're not. You are intelligent. You just missed one detail. And you know how many I miss. If you're stupid, then I'm a complete idiot."

Reaching over to him, Itadori pulled his hands away, exposing Megumi's face to make him look up. He smiled to him, being his stupidly bright self, and warming the broody soul up. That broody soul almost cried in how beautiful his crush was, but he held back those tears and leaned in to take the first kiss from him. Both colliding together in a feeling long brewing, since they met, their emotions exploded into a feeling of mutual need. They held there, together, for a while. Their kiss lasted many seconds, both of them unable to back away from the other, until they were interrupted.

"What a fool. Can't believe he fell for that," a dark, deep, demonically scary voice broke the moment. Megumi, recognizing it immediately, split from his supposed friend, finding a new face greeting him with a devilish grin. Fuck. Something was wrong.

"Domain expansion, Malevolent Shrine," the voice chanted as if summoning something. Being snapped out of the bedroom, Megumi was pinned immediately under a ribcage. His arms were spread open, his legs beneath him, as he was held on his back, at an angle, in a new location. Alarmingly red, a shrine behind him, and the skulls of countless dead all around him, Megumi felt water lapping over him as he realized he was in a pool up to his knees, and he was pressed into some of those skulls. They dug into his back as a figure loomed over him. The figure wore only a robe. It was perfectly white, not a stain on it despite the blood all around them. A larger rib cage filled his view above him, and Megumi realized where he was. Ryoumen Sukuna's domain.

"What do you want with me Sukuna?" Megumi asked with the confidence of his previous initiative.

"I was thinking I would show you the better side to what you want to do with my host. Take you as mine. Because he doesn't deserve you. You're mine. All mine. And I'm here to make sure you know that as fact." He leaned down and licked Megumi's cheek, making the guy wince and try to move away. Sukuna, not taking any of it, chuckled into his ear.

He whispered, "You will not escape me," before raking clawed nails over his clothing. His pajamas were ripped from his body, tatters remaining over his chest, his stomach fully open, and his pants turning into something like ripped jeans. His underwear were perfectly opened to Sukuna, the slit that men's pajamas had being ripped apart to expose it. Bringing his hands to his robe, Sukuna pulled it apart as he did Itadori's shirt the first time they met. His grin never changed, looking uncanny to his victim, remaining deeply unsettling.

Sukuna stripped himself. His overly muscular body and tattoos could all be seen, including the one at the base of his cock. Sukuna hovered over Megumi, looking as if he wanted to consume him whole. He probably would, given the situation. Megumi was left there, forced to watch Sukuna smother him in cursed man. Ripped abs, fully built arms, his mouth in his left hand licking over sharp teeth, the other one holding his head up to keep him looking forward. It all took him into a strong hold, leaving Megumi rendered fearfully speechless, but incredibly turned on. Megumi took a look down, seeing Sukuna's cock for the first time. Black tattoos ringed around the base, accenting his size. A king he was indeed. Sukuna was incredibly thick, and had a length most would fear. It was inhuman, fitting the spirit above him. He was unable to truly take everything in. Megumi was being touched all over and Sukuna's body was fully presented in front of him. Speaking of, the hand supporting his head began licking over his neck, biting down into his skin. Megumi screamed, making Sukuna shudder in delight. He got off to his pain.

"Louder Fushiguro. Don't you hold back on me this time," he growled, snarling to show his actual teeth, far bigger than his hands' sets. The free hand reached in, pressing closer to the growing bulge in the wet underwear. They were now see through as Sukuna went down and mouthed it. Moaning more, the student writhed in the bones, squirming far too much for the cursed king's liking.

"I need that to stop," he muttered. Snapping his fingers, the bones lifted, raising Megumi into the air. He was suspended within the grasp of a full skeleton. His clothes fell from his body, rendering him naked as well. His scrawny paleness was absorbed by the dark redness of the domain. Megumi's cock dripped out from him, leaking in masochistic pleasure as he looked to Sukuna who ate him up with his sadistic fantasies.

Moving closer, Sukuna put a hand to Megumi's chin a scratched into it with his nail. Now, fully incapable of moving, Megumi had to take it. His body shivered for Sukuna to witness. It was exactly what he wanted. Sukuna raked his other hand down Megumi's body. His nail dug marks into his skin, his tongue licking over the skin before the hand. It finished around Megumi's cock, swallowing it down into the mouth he grew there. He sucked Megumi, the other hand going back to biting his neck. Both sensations conflicted in his brain, making the pain feel good. He didn't hide it either. Sukuna knew everything he did to Megumi. Screams filled his ears with each forced pressure digging into that porcelain skin. Oh, how he loved it.

Sukuna eventually brought his hand around Megumi's neck, choking him lightly. He cut off some air flow, making him lightheaded. His eyes fluttered in pleasure as a tongue licked over the area and teeth threatened to dig in. The other hand slipped off Megumi's cock and left it there to leak, his balls full and growing blue from a ruined orgasm. He brought the hand under Megumi, reaching it between his legs and right into his ass. His grip pressed nails into his soft cheek, these screams being softer as he lost air. They marked his behind until satisfied, and then pressed right to his hole to push his tongue in. He licked into Megumi, reaching his long tongue as deep as it could go, entering further than most guys could. Megumi was slipping. He was slipping into unconsciousness fast. He felt way too good for this.

Sukuna lightened his grip, bringing Megumi reeling into consciousness, feeling everything all at once, especially as the hand, and its mouth, moved down to bite over his nipple. It left a ring of teeth marks while the other one worked Megumi open. His cock twitched; another tell to Sukuna of how good he felt. Gasping for air turned into forced moans quite quickly, so Sukuna removed his tongue. He stuck in two fingers, Megumi feeling the pain of the intrusion. His fingers split open, prepping him for what he planned to do next. He was going to pop this cherry, whether Itadori wanted it or not.

Prepping Megumi took very little time. At least, Sukuna made it short. He swapped his restraints, moving Megumi's wrists behind his back, using two skeletal hands as handcuffs over them, binding his legs with a spine, and his torso was squeezed into a new ribcage. This one dug their pointed ends into his sides, cutting into Megumi as Sukuna turned him to face his ass right in front of his erection. He pushed it between Megumi's behind, pressing right to his asshole and went to insert. Megumi hissed in pain as Sukuna pushed himself, ignoring human limits since it was his domain, and fucked his cock right in. Megumi's voice had become raspy. He was losing it. He had been screaming so much, he wasn't used to it. The sudden change made Sukuna elated. Megumi was reaching his limit, and he wanted to push right past it. This sorcerer was about to become the king's servant. Or so he hoped.

Starting slow, Sukuna thrusted his cock out, in, and out of Megumi. He would never pull himself out fully, leaving his tip always inside at the very least, but whenever he went back in, the loud slapping of skin easily echoed over the domain. He forcefully penetrated repetitively, Megumi's sides being scraped by ribs, his hips being turned red from Sukuna's grip, and a mouth from his stomach licking over his back in a misleading relief. Sukuna fucked Megumi with much of his strength, his voice becoming lost, and his body going numb. He wondered if his brain would turn off too. Suddenly, Sukuna got faster. Giving no warning, no signal, towards the change, Sukuna pounded into Megumi before shoving himself entirely in one final time and unloading inside him. Huffing in pleasure, his ancient voice growling deep and low, Sukuna finished. It rattled Megumi to his core. He was done. Megumi, feeling full, beyond his limit, and more than satisfied, came hard beneath him. The strings of cum splashed into the pool he dangled over. Sukuna managed to move a hand to catch some of it. Megumi sighed, thinking Sukuna wanted to taste him for himself, but he was poorly mistaken. His cum was forced into his mouth, Megumi now making out with Sukuna's hand as he was fed to himself. He almost choked on it, Sukuna's tongue slipping into his throat and pushed it down. Megumi's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he finally slipped out of consciousness, his body's boundaries exceeded a while ago, and now finally forcing him to accept it.

Megumi woke up later, not knowing how long he slept for, but he found himself in Itadori's bed, his friend laying there instead of the evil curse that remained in his head. His body felt repaired, not a single mark or soreness on him, which made him question if it was all a dream. He went to sit up, and felt a very wet sensation leak from his butt. It was not a dream. Sukuna just removed all of the evidence from Megumi. Itadori stirred, awaking too as he noticed Megumi was up.

"Hey sleepy head," he laughed to his friend.

"What happened? I think I passed out," Megumi questioned.

"You kissed me, and I think the previous mission took something out of you, because you fell asleep on my lips," Itadori recounted. He did not mention Sukuna's presence, or the fact that he had chosen to let Sukuna out for Megumi. Of course, Sukuna was raring to have a piece, but Itadori allowed him to take over for the scene. He planned to keep that a secret.

"Oh. That's awkward. I'm sorry," Megumi said dryly.

"Don't worry about me. I found it sweet," Itadori smirked, kissing Megumi on the cheek. The kiss hid a far more sadistic smile. Itadori knew that Megumi was very into this, and he planned to play with it. He wanted to be his sunshine, his light in his darkness. But he knew Megumi needed an outlet for his demons. So why not allow his own demon to have his turn on him? It wasn't like half of his crush was determined by Sukuna too. His innocent smile hid all as he and Megumi shared one more kiss, smiling to each other, and falling asleep for the night.

Chapter 8: Day 7: Working (Fucking) Overtime

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Adachi had not been with anyone in his thirty years of life, leaving him a virgin. It bothered him. Not like he did much to fix it. He worked a basic office job, and his school years were kept alone. He didn't have many friends, except for his best friend, Tsuge, who was a writer. That guy had no interest in Adachi, and neither did he have an interest in Tsuge. He was a romance writer, so Adachi assumed the guy was a chick magnet who lost his virginity young, but when he confirmed his own powers, he was disproven. Tsuge was also a thirty-year-old virgin, and they both shared one thing. They were able to read other people's minds when they touched them. It was the magic only a thirty-year-old virgin could have.

At his job, Adachi had met and was being hit on by his gold-star coworker, Kurosawa. The man was perfect. He had no cracks, no hidden dark side, and not a single problem with him. Except he was an insatiable alpha who apparently found himself holding a deep crush on Adachi, an omega. Kurosawa was a proud man, confident in his every action, and led a happy life, much unlike Adachi. He would admit jealousy, if it wasn't for the fact that he could hear every thought of Kurosawa having a massive crush on him. It was worse that he could hear all of the sexual fantasies that ran through the man's head. He was going crazy about it, especially since it began bleeding into the workplace.

Adachi guessed he became a true beta since he got his new powers. He did not enter a heat anymore, his pheromones quieted down, and he didn't seem to attract the other alphas of the office. It wasn't like he did much anyways. If he was a beta his whole life, he would not be surprised. Most assumed he was. Other than his anatomy proving him an omega, Adachi did not express many traits of an omega. It was part of why he was such an old virgin. Other than Kurosawa, no one acted on him in the way an alpha does. He was confused about it, but grew to accept it after a bit, until Kurosawa began chasing him adamantly. He didn't even know he presented in such a way, but the way Kurosawa's mind drooled over him answered his confusion. He was an omega, most definitely, and Kurosawa needed him desperately.

One day, at the office, Adachi was in the break room. He had stayed late to finish up last minute work, dipping into his overtime. Kurosawa decided to stay behind too, the both of them making this a bit of a habit to see each other without the eyes of the others around. They had been getting closer lately, Kurosawa having stayed at his house once, and both of them getting dinner or drinks after work often. Adachi was surprised how much Kurosawa wanted him, but he was learning how to be more confident and find himself in the process. It also meant he was closer to giving in to Kurosawa's desires.

He was getting himself some coffee, needing to stay awake for this final grind of finishing the last of his report to be submitted tomorrow morning. It was close to dark out, twilight covering the sky in its gorgeous pinks and oranges as the sun set below the Tokyo horizon. The office was decently high up in the skyscraper, so Adachi could see over some of the other buildings and watch shadows grow over the city streets. He smiled to himself, sipping on his bitterly sweetened beverage. The warmth comforted him and woke him up a bit. He let himself relax, taking a quick break from the tedious job he had. He hated paperwork the most, but being in business was satisfying to him.

That was how Kurosawa found him. Kurosawa had a weird sense of smell. Omegas, for the majority of his life, did not interest him. He was an alpha, and society told him one way to act, but he was not engaged. He once got with a nice omega in high school, the person he lost his own virginity to, but he didn't really care for her. It was a quick hookup and left the pair separating right after. Many omegas made moves on Kurosawa, but he would always turn them down. Even their heats were lost on him as their heightened pheromones would pass over his nose like nothing. He also thought he was a beta once, his parents having him tested, but he was born an alpha and always remained an alpha. He ignored it, building a persona for others so that he could look normal. It created his mask of confidence until Adachi broke it.

When they met, Kurosawa knew he could smell Adachi. His scent caught on his nose, lingering there far after they split from the visit, and he never forgot it. It made him grateful that Adachi did not get a heat at work, because he witnessed countless alphas enter their rut over a heat, or going feral from it, and needing to go home. He never had to leave work for a rut, but today, something about this night was sending him into one. Adachi's scent was becoming sweeter the more they got together. Every visit made his presence stronger, Kurosawa's nose collecting it in a massive bottle to remind him of who he chased every day. It plagued his thoughts, and if anyone could read them, they would get an entire AO3 fic stuck in a feral a/b/o universe filled with all smut and zero plot. He wondered if Adachi picked up on it, but shook it off because that thought scared him. He was breaking down his perfect image, little by little, but he did not need Adachi to see the true feelings he felt over him.

Inside the break room, Kurosawa closed the door, making a noise that made Adachi jump and turn to him. "Kurosawa! You scared me. Did you need a coffee? I made enough if you want some," Adachi offered with a smile.

"I'm alright," Kurosawa responded. "I came over to find you. You left your desk and I needed to stretch, myself, so I followed you." He smiled awkwardly, a heat entering into his body. Kurosawa had never felt a rut before, but he knew the signs. Increased heart rate at resting, or abnormally fast even after walking. Flushing of the skin. A roiling gut filled with ferally sexual desire. A need to breed. Every box checked itself off quite rapidly, and Kurosawa felt it come on. He almost left the room right there, wanting to run into a bathroom and hide from everything. But there was no one to hide from. Adachi was the only one here. He was the only omega to smell him, the only coworker to see him like this. He wanted him to see everything about him, and his first rut would be something he needed to share.

A strong odor filled the room. Adachi noticed it only when it smothered him completely. The smell filled his nose, taking over all of his senses, making his eyes water a bit. He didn't look to find the pungent aura, not able to sense it since it covered every part of the room. It made him feel small. Like a rabbit innocently sitting below the open maw of a wolf ready to snap shut and consume. He did not know how to handle it. His body told him flight. Run away and leave this room. But his mind, and his dick, told him freeze. He looked to Kurosawa, giving him a questioning look of concern with lustful hearts in his eyes. His heart rate quickened as he saw the man, his cock immediately leaking, his pants becoming steamy from lubricating juices, and his body flushing red. He felt strange, his brain short circuiting as he witnessed the alpha chase his breath, heavily heaving, steam producing from his mouth in his increased temperature. Adachi was entering his first heat. His body was prepping him to be bred and claimed by the alpha in the room. He didn't know how to stop it, the feelings or the process, but he didn't want it to stop.

Adachi walked over to the counter, placing his mug of coffee on it, balancing himself as well. "Kurosawa? Are you alright?" he huffed, struggling to breathe too.

Kurosawa looked up, seeing Adachi in the same mess he was. He closed the distance between them, pinning him into the counter. His hands rested around Adachi. He hovered over him, their mouths centimeters apart, breath combining in the shared space between them.

"I'm not okay Adachi. I want you. More than anything right now, I need you. I crave you, hunger for you, desire you, thirst for you, want to consume you. I have a craving meant just for you, and I need you to fill it," Kurosawa begged.

"Then eat me Kurosawa. I need you more than anything too. Please," Adachi replied. Lips hungrily fought, mashing together as tongues quickly joined. They made out hard, Adachi pressed against the counter, Kurosawa pushing him into it. They went at it for a while. Their mouths ate each other, a longing they now fed on as their cocks rubbed between work pants and begged to be released.

Kurosawa backed away first, looking to Adachi with that animalistic hunger. "Look what you've done Adachi. I know you want me. We're both really hard. You need to take care of it. Help me," he demanded. Adachi was lowered to his knees, and Kurosawa unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. His counterpart was lowered to eye level with it.

Wanting to protest, Adachi meant to speak up, but he couldn't. He was speechless. An entire scene of him and Kurosawa ran through his head. It was not his fantasy. A fully detailed, completely rendered, HD movie played from Kurosawa. It went a bit like this:

Kurosawa's cock was rested on his lips. Adachi was kissing his leaky tip, tasting him for the first time. The smell of his alpha cock, and the flavor of precum overrode his senses, making his mind run blank. He was going to do anything he was asked to do to release them of the bonds of their shared intensities. Adachi opened his mouth and began licking at Kurosawa. He found the glan under his foreskin, secreting a sweeter liquid. He planned on being claimed in every way possible in this breakroom. Adachi needed Kurosawa to claim him. He needed to be his, and Kurosawa needed the same.

Backing Adachi into the cabinets, Kurosawa began using his mouth as he wanted. He was rough, pounding him into the faux-wooden doors, and fucked him. His cock slid in and out, pulling to the tip to only be pushed all the way back down. Adachi's throat opened up to accept it, no resistance coming from the man. He swallowed it down, letting it use him as it demanded. Kurosawa was moaning loudly, Adachi wanting to do the same if his vocal chords weren't so restricted. His tongue rubbed on the bottom of the shaft, working at milking Kurosawa down his throat, receiving loads of pre to his stomach. His taste buds were covered in Kurosawa. Nothing else was on his mind except Kurosawa. He felt his cock in his mouth, tasted him there too, smelled him entirely, and saw him through tears as he took it all. He was so high on pheromones; he couldn't feel pain or that Kurosawa was close.

It wasn't until cum filled his mouth that he realized what had happened. Then, in his mind, a voice screamed.

"Fuck Adachi! Your mouth is so nice. Your tongue is perfect. It feels so good. So tight. I need to use it more. But I need more of you. Adachi, Adachi, Adachi, Adachi." Adachi looked up, letting Kurosawa unload, and pulled him out of his mouth. He stood, lowering his pants to expose his lower half, and went over to the breakroom table. He bent over it, presenting his ass to Kurosawa, and looked back to him over his shoulder.

"Then have me Kurosawa. Take me as yours. Claim, me alpha."

Kurosawa was on him immediately. He sunk his face right into Adachi, his tongue dipping deep into his ass. He tasted the man's needy craving for the alpha. His pheromones tainted his tongue and nose. Eating Adachi out, he earned a plethora of moans. Grunting himself, he listened to the range of Adachi's voice. Letting out many feral grunts, groans, and human moans of high pitched, squealing delight. Kurosawa finished his work, Adachi plenty prepped for him, and he brought his cock to his hole.

Kurosawa pushed in, earning a hitched inhale from Adachi, and wrapped his arms around his torso. He hugged into him, bending them both over together. Then, he humped. He moved his hips as much as they could, pounding with quick thrusts. Adachi was a mess on the table, laying into it so his face was pressed down. Kurosawa leaned up, kissing and licking his cheek, then went over his neck. He bit down on it, alpha fangs producing from his teeth, and sinking in. The drops of blood confirmed Adachi let himself be claimed. The pair were now mates, Kurosawa and Adachi being matched for life, no one else able to interfere between them. He held the bite, sucking into Adachi's neck for a moment, then pulled back.

"All mine. You're all mine Adachi. No one else's," he growled.

"Yes daddy. I'm all yours." Adachi saying, "daddy," made Kurosawa shiver. He lifted himself to standing, gripped his hands into Adachi's slim hips, pulled his cock to the tip, and fucked it right back in. He went absolutely insane. Snarling in delight, Kurosawa slammed his hips, slapping into Adachi's skin, and turned them both red. He fucked him hard. His cock turned Adachi into his personal sleeve. No one else was going to be able to fuck Adachi again. He turned his hole into a lock that only his key could open. His feral movements made Adachi drool onto the table, pushing him into it over and over again, going until it creaked.

"I need to hear it again. He needs to call me daddy more," Kurosawa thought. Adachi smirked in his dazed state, and began moaning "daddy," for Kurosawa to hear. He repeated it constantly, giving in to Kurosawa's silent request.

That was all they needed. Adachi presented himself, Kurosawa able to fuck beyond his ass, and find his womb to breed. He didn't reach it with his cock, but he pressed himself as deep as he could and came. His fluids filled Adachi, entering his womb and impregnating him. Adachi's mind went silent.

Kurosawa collapsed into Adachi. He felt full and satisfied, his craving satiated, as he came over the table. Ropes of cum decorated the surface beneath him, and Kurosawa's decorated his insides. They stopped there, being held in the moment, and tried to catch their breath. They felt knotted together, unable to pull out and separate from each other. Minutes passed before Kurosawa got up and unsheathed himself, his cock slick with his load, and some of it leaking out of Adachi. He pressed his hand up to him, pressing his fingers in with the cum so it would stay there. Pulling them out, he sniffed Adachi's pheromones before licking them clean. Adachi looked up to him, watching him lethargically, and smiled. Kurosawa noticed, and he leaned down to share a kiss. Adachi was able to taste Kurosawa one more time, his cum exploding in his mind, as they shared a sweet moment together. Without Kurosawa's mind in his, Adachi was left to his own feelings of bliss and joy.

The smell of their escapade filled the room, both men becoming aware of it, and realizing they needed to clean up. Kurosawa helped Adachi up, pulling his pants back onto his body, and redressed him. They stood there, now clothed, but still reeking of their sex. They smiled awkwardly, finding cleaning supplies, and tidied up the room. They decided to spray Febreze over the place and left the door open to air out. They hoped it would dissipate before tomorrow.

Leaving the office clean, Adachi finished his work, Kurosawa distracting him the entire time. At some point, they had lowered their pants just enough for Kurosawa to fuck Adachi as he worked. Giving into their desires, they never left each other for the rest of the night. They called out of work for the next day, and they headed off to Adachi's place to continue their fucking for the rest of the night and next day.

Chapter 9: Day 8: Getting To Know The Team

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Sakura had just joined Furin High, and their vigilante team Bofurin, but still struggled at finding his place in the grand scheme of it all. He was alone. He wanted to be alone. His goal was to fight his way to the top, become the leader of the entire establishment, and assert the dominance that he was the best. He didn't plan on the school being a bunch of guys who worked together so strongly that they protected their entire town from outsiders threatening harm to them. He didn't expect the praise and compliments he would receive from saving a bunch of people. It was shattering his entire worldview, and he severely questioned how it kept itself so well together. His eyes were on the leader. Hajime Umemiya is the top of Bofurin, and Sakura planned on taking his position. He planned on working his way completely to best him. He wanted to be the leader.

The guy was an oddball to say the least. He was disorganized, cared a ton about vegetables, and fought more for others than himself. It was the complete opposite to Sakura. He knew not to call the guy weak, but he questioned his strength. Sakura was left reeling in conflicting emotions, so he decided he needed to figure it out for himself.

Sakura had become class leader. His classmates voted to make him the head, deciding he would be the right fit to take control. Nirei and Suo became his support, being directly beneath him now. Nirei agreed to help Sakura learn every detail about everyone, and Suo was there to back Sakura up in ways he struggled. This also meant they were his team now, as was the rest of his class. He also had upper classmen around to learn. Other leaders, different guys, and just about every face was lost on him as he navigated his way through a new disposition. It was a struggle.

Being nominated, and elected, as the class leader, Sakura was called to meet with the school leader. It was the first time he was going to meet the guy. He had white hair, combed back over his head that flowed with the wind. He had been working, so his white undershirt was a bit dirty from gardening. He also wore the school's uniform jacket over it, but it had flowing coat tails on his. It was custom as the leader. No one else had them. Umemiya was a strong, confident guy. No one who met him could deny that. It was why he made such a great leader, but it also left Sakura confused to why he didn't just take everything for himself.

Sakura, Suo, and Nirei were called to meet on the school's rooftop. They found Umemiya sitting at a lunch table, eating out of a bento with a smile.

"Hey! It's the class 1 rep." He stands and meets Sakura at the end of the table where he stopped, extending a hand to shake. It, being reluctantly received, they shake hands, and Umemiya sits back down to finish eating.

"Sit, sit. Get comfortable," he offers. The trio find a seat on the bench, Sakura being placed in the middle as they had to wait for the leader to begin speaking.

"So, I really only called you up here to know your face. You will meet all of the others tomorrow, but I wanted to see the first year lead ahead of time," Umemiya begins between bites. "First of all, welcome to Furin High, Sakura. I'm glad you chose to come here. I think you'll fit right in with everyone else." The comment makes Sakura blush. He isn't sure of what Umemiya meant, but instead of sounding like a fake teacher, he sounded a bit more twisted; like he has a separate motive.

"Your class decided you would be their representative. I guess I could say you should be proud, but I have a feeling this isn't going the way you expected. So, let me give you some advice." He leans in a bit closer. "Don't expect to work alone. Everyone here has some weakness that they need support with. If you don't think you have one, then you won't get to the top. You need to find it within you to accept others, and their help, before you manage to find yourself at the bottom of this school. Got it?"

A blush immediately runs up Sakura's face. He isn't a big fan of being pressed, especially about teamwork. Umemiya only makes that worse. Sakura doesn't know how to respond. How could he? He had just been told he was expected to completely rethink his world view that he had been building for years. His life experience really said otherwise, and Umemiya got a read on that before they met.

Nirei picks up on Sakura's fluster, Suo noticing it too. The pair switch their gaze to the head of the school, Suo offering his collected smirk and Nirei being a nervous wreck. Sakura's blush remains on his cheeks, but his mind calms down, letting him speak finally before his vice captains have to.

"I got it Umemiya. I plan on taking your place regardless. The top is my goal. It doesn't matter how I get there; I just want to prove myself," he growls.

"Good. Glad we understand." Nirei falls under the assumption that Sakura is threatening their leader, but Umemiya's laugh broke that completely. Sakura is taken aback as he listens to the carefree joy. Suo is the only one of the three to predict such an event, and he finds himself enjoying it. His motive remains unknown to everyone around him, except Umemiya, and his smile gives no tells to what he is thinking about. Another piece Sakura struggles with.

"Don't worry about it Sakura. I called this meeting to also teach you some of the basics. I see you've made some friends already," Umemiya pauses to see if Sakura would cut him off. Sensing the guy is holding back his comment, he continues. "I want you to get to know your direct support, some of your classmates that balance you out a bit, and lastly an upperclassman to begin knowing the out of class teammates. I think you'll find this meeting fun, and I believe it will be engraved inside your head for the rest of your time here and after." His smile settles on Sakura. He finds it unnerving. Umemiya's grin tells him he plans on being true to his word, but there is something else in that truth, something he's hiding, that paints his words as misleading. He's skipping over something important, and Sakura has to figure it out.

Umemiya stands up and Sakura watches. He witnesses the older guy pull his uniform jacket off his shoulders, resting it on the table in front of him. The shirt follows, that not dirty white garment coming off to expose a clean, ripped body. Now, all three first years were blushing, seeing their captain like this for the first time. Nirei was rapidly making mental notes for his journal later, and Suo found a new appreciation for his leader. Umemiya knows he has this hold on them, his confident smirk never dropping, especially with Sakura's panic. Sakura's face wears that of a once straight guy, realizing he is attracted to men, and only realizing it because of the man in front of him. Umemiya was proud to be that man.

He stops at his pants, teasing to lower them too, but remains standing shirtless for everyone to marvel over. He looks to Sakura and takes a moment to study him up and down. Then, he commands, "Stand up."

Sakura stands. He found standing between the table and his seat awkward, so he moves behind the bench. He wasn't able to resist it. He follows the leader immediately. So much for fighting his way to the top, alone. Sakura locks eyes with Umemiya, blushing at how easy it was for him to crumble, and at how it turned him on. He waits for the next command, thinking of the ways he will resist it.

"Nirei," Umemiya continues. "Suo. Can you please strip your class rep for me?" He makes it sound like a request. Sakura was shocked. Was he requesting them to do it? Did he give them an option? He scoffs, thinking they won't follow. There was no way the both of them would strip Sakura. That would be humiliating.

Hands found the shoulders of Sakura's jacket and whips it off. Nirei strips the top as Suo strips the bottom. His pants unbuckle quickly, falling to show off a simple pair of boxer-briefs. His shirt peeled over his head. In a matter of seconds, Sakura is naked. His body is stripped to the open air of the roof top and the third year's eyes. He smirks, licking his lips at Sakura's leaking erection. It was decently thick, not too large, and definitely has potential, much like the owner. Sakura moves to cover himself, hands flying over his body to hide his nudity, but Suo pins them behind his back and he is made to stand there, still.

Nirei moves in front of him. His blonde hair sits right in front of his cock, studying it for his notes. He takes measurements, smells, shape, how much it leaks, and every fine detail into his mind for his journal later. Curiosity takes him over, and he reaches up to grab Sakura. His cock rests in his hand, getting a feel for how it responds, texture, and anything he couldn't get with just his eyes. Umemiya watches, entertained by the eager guy. Nirei was always energetic, and it seems that hasn't changed. The leader lets the first year act as he sees fit. He planned on giving commands to guide him into stimulating Sakura, but his plans quickly shifted as Nirei does it for him.

"Look at that Sakura," he chides. "Seems like someone is always ready to support you. Someone is willing to drop everything and give you what you need. Nirei here is the type of guy to take everything to note, no matter how small the detail is, and will supply you with what you ask for. He is compliant and eager. Don't abuse it Sakura. Use him as you need, but no more." Sakura looks down to Nirei. His face had pushed into his crotch, taking deep inhales of his scent as he grips the length. He was surprised, initially, but it dwindles down into something a bit calmer, needier.

"I see that," Sakura replies. "If he needs every detail, I bet he needs to taste it too. So, why don't you go ahead Nirei? Learn everything with that mouth of yours." He matches Umemiya's gaze, watching him become impressed. He smirks, meeting him with a glare of confidence to tell him he could do it.

Nirei desperately takes Sakura into his mouth. His tongue starts with the tip of his cock, tasting over the spongey texture and learns everything he can about it. His mouth then moves down, taking more skin into his mouth and working more inches in. He works his way down the entire thing, letting it rest in his throat as his mouth takes notes. His taste buds teach him a great deal about his classmate. He hummed, satisfied with the position, and went to work trying to suck a load from Sakura. He had to learn everything.

Behind Sakura, a new feeling begins to rub against his nude butt. A tenting erection rubs over Sakura's skin, the fabric of dress pants shocking him compared to Nirei's softness. He looks back to the other representative below him and sighs. "Enjoying what you see back there? You can let go. I won't try to resist anymore," Sakura says.

Suo lets go of him, stepping to his side, and smiles. It was emotive, lustful but excited, and shows Sakura he wanted to be involved a while ago. "I am. Wouldn't mind joining," he admits calmly.

Umemiya chuckles. "Perfect. Suo. I think you can begin Sakura's lesson on teamwork. Show him what it means to give others what they want. And teach him all about collaborating." Suo nods, turning to Sakura and pulls him into a kiss.

Gasping and moaning, Suo invades Sakura’s mouth with a very experienced tongue. He works his way in, licking all around him. Their saliva mix together as Sakura gives in, Suo's lead becoming too much for him to respond to. His tongue lazily dances with Suo's. He gave up all control. Suo reaches down too, his hand resting on Nirei's head, and begins pushing him back and forth. Now, he was controlling the movement of the cock sucker. The blowjob intensified, giving Sakura more pleasure. Suo took over his mouth and the guy giving him head. He was definitely learning a lot in the realm of giving what others wanted.

The kiss broke after some time. Umemiya watched everything, finding a new chair to pull up and lounge in. He also sent out texts to other members he wanted to teach Sakura a lesson with. Suo’s switch was quite suddenly. The string of saliva between their mouths didn't get a chance to form as he moved. He unbuttons the bottom of his shirt, removing his jacket as well, and unlatches his pants. He drops them just enough to expose whatever he was packing, and damn was he packing. Suo is the textbook definition of skinny guy, big cock. It was longer, poking out far from his body. Sakura, the moment the rod was exposed, could not look away. His eyes rested on the thing, watching it move to stand on the lunch table bench and point right at his face. Suo points to it, commanding Sakura to suck it, and pulls him close.

Suo forces Sakura to take as much as he can. It isn't all of it, Sakura struggling as it reaches his throat, and Suo stops. "Good enough of a start," he sighs, looking to Umemiya who was wearing a look of pride on his face. Moving over the table, he speaks near Sakura's ear, giving him guidance and tips for how to suck Suo off. Taking it as a sign, Suo lets Sakura take his own turn at learning how to suck cock. Under Umemiya's guidance, Sakura moves his head back, taking Suo to just the tip, and focuses on it. He never experienced a cock in real life before, but he knew what felt best for himself. The head has the most nerves in it, making it the strongest point of stimulant receptors. He licks over it, worshiping the piece of Suo as he moans. His voice clues Sakura in to how well he was doing, which makes him work harder. His mouth moves down, taking more of Suo and reaching the point he struggled with moments before. Stopping, he breathes deeply and relaxes. He swallows, moving himself in, and presses his nose into Suo's pubic region. The guy is shaved, unlike Sakura, which Nirei was learning plenty about.

Suo felt Sakura take him entirely, and noticed Umemiya back up like he finished his lesson. He takes the split dyed hair into his hands, white hair on his right and black on his left and works Sakura for himself. He fucks his face, using his mouth as a toy. His eyes flutter shut and bliss takes over. He doesn't see the others filing in. He sighs, pulling Sakura fully into him, and unloads down his throat without warning. Sakura swallows it all, reacting quickly and his own cock fills Nirei's mouth. The blonde lets himself learn again, taking Sakura's flavors and noting them explicitly.

"How cute. Breaking him in already?" a voice breaks the post orgasmic silence. Having to pull Suo out of his mouth, Sakura focuses his eyes on bright pink hair first. Kiryu stood right behind him, joined by two others. To his dread, one of them was Sugishita, and the other was a figure he hadn't gotten to know too well, Kaji.

Sugishita only huffs at Sakura, looking down on him, and Kaji remains silently uninterested. Kiryu seemed the most excited of the newcomers. Umemiya stands up from his table, walking over to stand nearby.

"Here's the rest of your lesson Sakura. Kiryu is here so you can learn how to work with a differing personality. Sugishita is here to learn how to work with someone you don't get along with. And Kaji is here to show you what the upper classmen can do. Maybe, after him, you can tell me how much you still plan on fighting for the top spot." Umemiya smiles, stepping away and returning to his chair. He looks to the entire group and gives them a nod to do what they want. "Oh, and one more thing. You'll get to learn how to work in a big group too," he claps.

Kiryu giggles, unbuttoning his patterned shirt, but leaves it, and the jacket, on. His pants are thrown to the ground though. Sugishita gets fully naked, and Kaji removes his shirt and jacket, only pulling his pants down just enough to have his dick out. Suo and Nirei join them in line. Sakura knew how much clothing Suo wore, but Nirei was a surprise to him.

His cock was out, flopping there flaccid. Cum covered the tip like he had cum when the others did. His shirt was hastily half unbuttoned and pants at his knees. He looked like the only one who really had sex earlier. His clothes and hair were a complete mess compared to the others. Sakura finds it comical, snickering at his friend and then remembers how he is still fully naked. He remains on his knees in front of his classmates, all of their cocks pointing right to him, ready to use his body as they saw fit.

Starting things off, Kaji sits down and lays on his back right on the ground where he stood. Everyone's eyes moved to stare blankly at him, not understanding what he was doing. Without removing his headphones, he screams, "On my face!" and everything made sense.

Sakura moves himself above Kaji, his face right beneath him as he squats down. He moves slowly, quite unsure of the position, but eventually sits on Kaji. Kaji grips his hips impatiently and holds him there to pin him there and eat him out. A new tongue immediately begins work on Sakura's ass. He moans loudly, his classmates watching every lewd expression his face twisted into. It was quite the scene as the second year showed off his best work to the first year. His headphones remained on the entire time.

While being ate, Kiryu offers his cock to Sakura. He stands in front of him and pushes it to his lips. He says nothing, letting Sakura make the guess of what he wanted. Sakura takes it, opening his mouth and swallowing it down in one go. His training from Suo worked. He sucks Kiryu fully to his hips and works his cock down his throat. He sucks as Suo places his cock into Sakura's hand. Nirei had moved back to sucking him off a minute ago, unable to really leave him alone. Sugishita was left alone though. He stood to the side to watch the scene, unable to find out how to involve himself, but not caring about it. His hopes were that Umemiya would notice him and praise him.

"Sakura," Umemiya finally speaks up. "Don't forget you have another teammate." Looking over to the brooding man, Sakura sees Sugishita in his tall, slender nudity. He despised all of it, but in order to really learn his leader's lessons, and work his way to the top, Sakura has to work with him. He waves Sugishita over, unable to speak because of Kiryu. The guy slinks nearby, putting himself in reach of Sakura. He reaches out a hand and begins stroking him off, every part of him being used for others. He was beginning to enjoy it. Working for and with others for their pleasure was growing on the independent soul. Even as they came all over him, his mouth being filled and face being painted, he found the experience enjoyable, even in its brevity.

No one was done. Kaji, having not cum recently, pushes Sakura down to his cock. He mumbles something into his ass, which Sakura understands as, "Prep me." He sucks Kaji into his mouth, his pale cock filling him more than anyone else so far. Kiryu was a bit shorter than Kaji, and Suo wasn't so thick, but Kaji was long and thick. He found himself having to open his mouth a bit more to adjust. It slips into his mouth, slurping it down for a moment as Kaji continues to work his tongue into his ass. They stay there for a moment, everyone taking a break to recover for round two, or three, and watched. Cocks grew again, and everyone sported nice erections. Kaji noticed the shared readiness and moved Sakura down to his hips. He nods to his cock, Sakura taking it into his hand to point it straight up and sits down on it. Everyone seemed to be reaching Sakura in a way they had never before. He was submitting to their every command and becoming their sweet toy to use for their enjoyment.

Sitting on Kaji, Sakura was opened in a new way the others could take advantage of. Behind him, Suo begins his work on opening Sakura up more. Fingers slide into his ass, making him moan loudly, which Nirei takes for himself this time. His cock was the smallest of the group, which meant he easily fit into the mouth presented to him, and Sakura found no struggle. Sugishita looked to Sakura, wanting to figure out what he could do, and he realized this was part of the lesson.

"Sit on Kaji. He likes things over his mouth. Especially ass," Sakura says, taking a break from Nirei, but returning right after. The taller guy nods, squatting his ass over Kaji who graciously takes it and works his tongue all over it. He makes him moan in the same ways as the previous sitter. Lastly, Kiryu lays down and takes Sakura to his mouth. Sugishita leans in, struggling to handle Kaji's tongue, and runs into Nirei. He works his mouth over the bum, kissing the cheeks, running his tongue over it, mouth finding the hole, and eventually working into him. Nirei’s moans add to the already loud group, singing over the school roof, most likely being heard by others. Suo's fingers continue to work Sakura open over the time of this new position, and his cock joined Kaji's. He moans, Sakura screams, and everyone has a shared moment of getting awfully close to orgasm but holding back so they wouldn't cum. Umemiya's enthusiasm grew the entire time, watching from his lounging chair. He refrained from joining. He sat back and watched, and he waited until Sakura was done to be ready for him.

Having gone for a minute, all the boys were close. Their cocks reached their potential and soon were cumming one more time. Kaji starts it, releasing his load straight into Sakura and moaning into Sugishita. Suo feels it and adds his load to Sakura as well. Kiryu tastes Sakura explode in his mouth, so he paints the floor beneath him. And Nirei, being moaned into from both sides, unloads a massive nut into Sakura's mouth, making him swallow it all down. Three loads in his mouth, two up his butt, Sakura was feeling pretty full now.

Being done, everyone steps away, resting on the ground. Breathing heavily, they smile to each other, looking to Sakura who took the most of it, and then to Umemiya. He stands in front of them, especially close of Sakura, and lowers his pants. His cock was massive. Bigger than everyone else's, it proved why he was the leader. He steps forward to Sakura and places it over his head, resting it on his face and making him sniff his balls.

"Now it's my turn to show you," he grumbles. He rubs himself into Sakura, making him take his scent deep into his nose. "Learn what a true leader is supposed to be, Sakura. How he smells, looks, feels, and acts. This is what it means to be a true leader." He smirks and pulls back, grabbing Sakura's face to open his mouth, and shoves his cock right in. Even after the previous cocks he took, Sakura is not prepared for this intrusion. It breaks past his limits, making him struggle to breathe. It shoves down his throat, forcing white pubes into his nose, and begins using his mouth. He fucks in and out, thrusting harder each time, lasting for many long minutes. They felt like hours to the first year. It was why he was incredibly grateful when he pulled out.

Sakura knew he shouldn't have been, though. The cock, no sooner than having pulled out of his mouth, was lodged right into his ass. Using Kaji's prep, Umemiya pistons his rod through Sakura. In between holes, Sakura was placed on the lunch table, on his back. It made it so everyone could see the bulge Umemiya made inside his stomach.

Everyone's second wind forms in their cocks. Each guy strokes over Sakura, this final fucking bringing them all together over the guy. He smiles weakly, unable to hold it back as moans escape his mouth. He is only touched by his leader, hands around his hips, and cock inside his ass. A tongue filled kiss interrupts the roughness every once in a while, but Sakura’s mind was going blank. He slips into a space of half-unconsciousness, fully awake, but unaware. His cock leaks over his torso, filling his belly button quickly and leaking down his ribs to the table below. His balls fill up with the final load of his lesson, as does everyone else.

Quite long after starting, Umemiya pushes himself deeply into Sakura. His cock lodges into his ass, bulging his stomach up, and unloads the biggest load of cum. It fills Sakura, causing him to become a bit bigger, the massive cock and load making him round. He moans loudly, cum also being thrown all over his body from his other teammates. Nirei, Suo, Sugishita, Kiryu, and Kaji all cum together, painting Sakura with their loads as he adds his own to the mix. His load is the only one that makes it to his mouth. The final lesson, coming in a way least expected for Sakura. Regardless of everyone around you, helping you, teaching you, giving you what you need, you are the final one to help yourself. You will struggle to find yourself without the help of others. Enlightened by his final, and most intense orgasm, Sakura passes out, the ending too much for him, and he falls asleep in the care of his leader, a second year, his rival, a lesser known face, and his two supporters, but now, his friends, teammates, and classmates.

Chapter 10: Day 9: Stuck Between a Cock and a Hard Place

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The walls. A figure that the people behind them knew all too well. They had many different depictions, everyone taking the definition of such massive structures differently in their mind. It was their protection, saving them from the onslaught of titans right outside. However, after some revealed secrets, the walls became more confusing. The town was left reeling in the possibility of titans being in their walls, and everyone was in a panic after the walls were breached a while ago. But all of that doesn't matter when staring at a wall you're expected to repair.

Having been left alone, Armin was on repair duty of fixing a wall inside the home that housed the secrets of Eren's testing and the regiment unappreciated by the government. Everyone was out on a scouting mission, led by Mikasa, while Levi, Eren, and Hange were doing some experiments in the forest nearby. In his alone time, Armin was left to his thoughts, being allowed freedom to think and enjoy fresh air without the weight of the others over his shoulder. He dreamed of the outside, wondering what was over the walls he saw every day. He was also good with his hands when no one else was watching. Thankful that Levi recognized that at some point, he was tasked often with these medial repairs as his form of helping out around the place. He wore a handkerchief around his neck to protect his mouth and nose and carried tools to fix a sudden hole punched low in the wall by the very explosive Jean. He just had to get into another argument with Eren, and Armin was left to fix it.

The hole was punched into a wall in the multipurpose dining and meeting room. Armin looked over it, realizing he would have to break some more of it away in order to patch it up properly. It was a narrow wall, so the damaged dry wall would need to be cleaned out and sanded. Armin was grateful that the hole didn't do more damage to the wood boards inside, so this should be pretty easy for him.

He knelt down, working at the wall and managed to get some cleaning done. Working his way around it, Armin removed the damaged pieces and fixed up the outer edge of the indent. He got near to the final piece of his prep before the wall began disintegrating. Worry took over, Armin stressing out, but the wall practically melted away in front of his eyes. He freaked out, trying to save it but only made it worse. Armin tried to hold the crumbling wall in his hands, pressing it together unsuccessfully. The destruction eventually stopped, Armin almost crying on his knees in front of the mess it made. He looked to it in pure defeat, his own feelings crumbling as the wall just did. He had to take a moment to sit there and accept it, rationalizing it as a bigger repair he had to complete now. It was a bigger hole which meant he had to worry less about finer details. It would work out.

Armin fixed the sanding, making the hole nice, even, and workable. He realized he needed a bigger sheet now, to at least start with before adding the plaster, but he was going to test out what he had already. He could see if it might work, but mostly he could see how much bigger of a sheet he needed. He went to place the sheet on the hole, centering it up a bit too well. He went to push it against the hole, hoping it would rest against the rim of the wall, but instead his weight was not supported. Slipping up to recover, Armin lost it to the wall, the sheet falling down away from him. He groaned at the next mistake, annoyed that he kept making them. A simple project was turning into a bit of an endeavor.

He attempted to retrieve the lost piece of repair, pressing his shoulder into the wall around the hole and reaching in as far as he could. He realized pretty quickly that his arm was not long enough, so he backed away and took a new approach. He was now grateful that the hole was about his size, and pulling his handkerchief over his nose, he slipped into it. He pushed his arms first so it was easier to work in his shoulders. Then, he pushed in his chest and torso, his skinny body sliding into the gap quit easily. He met resistance the entire way, but it wasn't difficult for him to slide in. The dry wall adjusted to his proportions and accepted his figure. His confidence remained with him, finally reaching the sheet and went to pull himself out. He was proud that he managed to complete this task, at least. Armin pressed his knees into the wall beneath him, giving him the stability to begin pushing himself on out. He gathered his strength, and he pushed against the wall, trying to shimmy his body out of the hole.

The quietschlick sound echoed into his ears as he managed to pull out to his belly button, his shirt being pulled up in the process, but then he was stopped. His body froze, being held in place by the wall around him.

He couldn't get out.

He reached his hands around to find any leverage to help him, but nothing was nearby. He was jammed inside the wall. His mind raced and began freaking out. No one was expected back any time soon, and Armin didn't want to be caught like this by Levi. The others would only humiliate him or make fun of him for a bit, but Levi. Levi would enact some punishment or do something Armin was not prepared for. He dreaded the idea, trying to let it pass. He was stuck in a wall, and there wasn't much he could do about it. All he had to do was wait.

After a few extended minutes, the sound of a door sang into Armin's ears. It sounded like an angel chorus as he realized someone had returned home. He didn't care who it was. If it wasn't Levi, he would be fine. Screaming, Armin attempted to grab the attention of his savior.

"Help me! Whoever is there! Please! I'm stuck here," his high pitched voice cried out. He didn't hear a response, and he hoped he could be heard through the wall. The footsteps that echoed over the floor, and translated to the walls, gave Armin a signal that the person paused for a moment and then began moving closer. He was saved! About to cheer in his success, the footsteps stopped right behind him. His knight was here for the damsel in distress. He cried out again, trying to thank the mysterious figure.

"Thank you! Please pull me out. I can't get myself out. I don't have leverage in here," he explained.

"Jeez Armin. How'd you manage this?" a very familiar voice responded. It was Eren. Armin could not have been more excited. Eren might have been the best outcome of people to find him.

"Eren! Thank god you're here," Armin cheered. "I was going to repair the hole from yours a Jean's fight, but the wall just fell apart, so I went to fit a sheet to start with the plaster, but the sheet was too small, so I lost it into the wall, and it fell way out of reach, so I had to crawl in here and try to get it. I managed to reach it, but now I'm stuck." His rambled explanation fell on deaf ears. Eren heard about half of what Armin told him, but the other half of his attention was focused on something else.

Armin had a very nice figure. His body was slim, but curvy. Eren found himself really enjoying the sight. Armin's ass pointed straight out from the wall, begging him to have his way with it. He smirked, licking his lips, and stepped closer behind it, putting his hands around Armin's hips. "That sucks," he replied unenthusiastically. "I'll try to help you, but first, I think I should have some fun with this. A payment for my good deed."

Armin was confused. What was Eren talking about? Payment for his good deed? He thought of countless questions that went unspoken. When he went to open his mouth to ask Eren what he meant, the hands on his hips hooked their fingers into his pants and lowered them down. Eren was stripping him! He felt the open air smack him hard, his cock and butt now fully exposed to his best friend. What did he plan on doing with this? Was it supposed to help him out? Armin couldn't think of a way having his pants off would help, but Eren was a man with many ideas, so he didn't question it too far. Even as his dick grew hard from the situation, he was made to stay there and take it.

"How cute. You enjoying yourself Armin?" Eren teased. "You're so beautiful Armin. Your skin is so soft. You always feel so good. I've been wondering what you looked like for a while now. Now I can see for myself." Each compliment made Armin blush more, even if Eren couldn't see it. He was left speechless, wanting to reply to his friend, but struggling to find the words to do so.

"What do you want Eren? What are you doing back there?" Armin asked, concerned.

"I want you. Armin. Let me have you."

"Fine Eren. As long as you get me out of here," Armin agreed reluctantly. On one end, Armin was stuck and he really wanted out of this situation. He had a job to do before Levi got back, and Eren was only proving a distraction. However, he was also really enjoying the idea of being stuck and left to whatever Eren wanted to do to him. He let Eren take control, realizing he would get him out when he was done. It also meant he was stuck there until Eren was done.

Eren stripped first. He decided he didn't care that the others were on their way back, mostly forgetting about them as he remembered just how long they would be out. He knew Levi was behind him, Hange staying at the testing site, but he allowed himself to go completely nude for this moment. Armin was left confused about what he was doing in this moment. All he could hear was muffled ruffling of something behind him. He couldn't see anything, and what he heard didn't give him any answers either. He got nothing from his friend behind him, until a finger was pressed into his ass.

The digit was pretty wet, slipping into Armin quite easily as it pushed in. Armin moaned behind the wall, Eren hearing it and grinning. He pushed the finger on in, flicking it inside of him, and pulling it in and out. He fucked Armin with his finger before adding a second, making Armin moan louder. The wall vibrated with his moans, Armin shaking it up and slightly loosening it around him. Eren split his fingers open, spreading Armin with his hand. He used the two fingers to really work Armin, prepping him for what was next. He planned on using Armin for his own pleasure, in a moment, but he wasn't so mean to leave him completely unprepared.

"You're so good Armin. You make it so easy. Such a good boy," Eren continued. "So good for me. All for me." Armin blushed deeply. The praise was really getting to his head. He was being complimented more than before, and Eren was just fingering him. It made his cock twitch each time, giving a response physically. It wasn't like he could give one in another way. He didn't know how to show it another way. Armin wanted Eren to take him and continue to sing that praise.

Eren was able to add a third finger and found Armin ready. He removed his hand from the blonde in the wall and aligned his cock to him. He pressed his tip to Armin, holding himself there, pressing only enough to tease insertion without actually going in. Armin moaned more, almost begging inside the wall. He needed Eren inside him. Armin felt Eren tease him for way too long. It was only thirty seconds of Eren rubbing on him, but he had enough.

"Stick it in already!" he shouted from inside the wall. The words ran loud and clear to Eren. He smirked to himself, his lips twisting in delight, and he held his cock to Armin's hole.

"Careful what you ask for." Eren shoved his cock straight in, giving Armin what he desired. Armin's moans filled the wall, echoing from it and giving Eren a pretty good idea of how the guy felt.

Eren fucked Armin as hard as possible. He thrusted his cock in and out of him, giving him his rough fantasy. Armin didn't realize how much he wanted to be used like this. He didn't realize how good being stuck for someone to find and have their way with you could be so marvelous.

"So tight for me Armin. It's like you were meant for my cock. You're so great Armin. The perfect friend. Fuck. You feel so good," Eren grunted with each thrust. Every movement brought a new moan, a new sound, and a new compliment. Eren never stopped his praise. He gave everything to Armin so his friend could hear him. Eren wanted him to know just how great he was, and he loved watching Armin's body react to the praise. He fucked and complimented, Armin and Eren moaning through the house, one outside the walls, and one inside the walls. They went on, uninterrupted, for a decent while. Eren had amazing stamina, and Armin was taking it. However, their moans were heard by a pretty short captain, who found the two going at it inside his house.

"So that's what you're doing. Escape testing early just to have fun with your friends. Huh Eren?" Levi Ackermen accused as he entered the room.

"Captain! It's not what it looks like!" Eren defused.

"Looks to me like you found Armin in a wall, and instead of helping him, you're fucking him," he stated.

"But… um.... I- I can explain."

"Then explain." Levi crossed his arms and waited.

"I found Armin and was going to help him, but I couldn't pull him out, so I decided it would be better to sort of shimmy him around. You know? Shake the wall looser. And I did. But our pants fell on accident and that is how we ended up here," Eren lied. Armin giggled from inside the wall at how stupid Eren sounded. He knew he should have been more embarrassed, but since Eren was receiving all of the pressure, he was fine.

Levi moved over to the pair, standing next to Eren and he looked up to him. "Shimmy him out? Shake the wall looser? Your pants accidentally fell? How likely," he judged. "Why don't you let me have a try."

Have a try? Was Levi asking to fuck me? Armin questioned internally. He heard ruffling similar to how Eren started earlier and came to the conclusion that his captain was getting naked too. He tried to imagine that shorter body, his ripped abs, skinnier muscle, and probably massive dick. Armin painted the scene with his head. Eren, tall and strapping standing next to Levi, short and toned. He loved the image he came up with and felt Eren pull out. He felt empty.

Emptiness was short lived, however. Levi was quick to replace Eren, sharing his best friend with his captain. Levi took over, rapidly thrusting into Armin. Eren was stronger, his fucking more punchy with longer strokes. Levi's was far quicker. His strength came from how many times he hit, and his strokes were a bit shorter. Where Eren pulled his entire cock through, Levi only did about half of his length. He bunny fucked Armin as fast as possible, taking his turn on Eren's friend. Eren stood back and watched his captain. He loved it. The idea that Armin was there for anyone's use sounded quite fun. Unless it was Jean. He hated that guy.

Levi's fucking actually did loosen up the wall. He punched his cock in and out of Armin as the wall shook around him. Pieces fell around his skin, and pretty soon, the opening expanded. Surprised by the shift in weight, Levi fell backwards with Armin on top of him. It worked out that he now sat on his captain's cock, on the floor. They took a moment to let their shock wear off, but Levi was soon to lift Armin up slightly and continue to work his hips. Eren, not to be left out, and seeing Armin had his mouth free now, took it for himself and fucked Armin's mouth. He decided that he didn't like how much clothing Armin still wore, though, so he reached down and pulled his shirt right off. Eren then leaned against the wall over Armin, fucking his mouth, with his long strokes, as Levi fucked with his rapid ones. They double teamed the blonde, working to an orgasm.

Finishing first, Eren filled Armin's mouth. His cum flooded his tongue and emptied down his throat. At the same time, Levi let Armin fall fully onto him and flooded his anus. Armin, having his cock out, shot his load straight up, covering his stomach and chest. Swallowing Eren's load, being filled with Levi's, and making a mess of himself with his own, Armin took cum from all directions in the shared orgasm of himself, his best friend, and his captain. He huffed and moaned as he was pulled out of, being laid on the floor to catch his breath and come down from the high of the moment. He looked up to the two men above him with a dopey grin and giggled softly.

"I think I should get stuck more often," he sighed happily, receiving two very agreeable nods from Eren and Levi.

Chapter 11: Day 10: An Alien Desire

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Kirishima heard from Fatgum that they had gained a new crew member. The UA space crew could proudly claim they were one stronger! It was a relief for him since another team, with his boyfriend Bakugo and great friend Uraraka, were out with All Might on another planet. Being separated from his love was difficult, but the two also opened their relationship for these expeditions. It was the way to go in space. If you had sexual needs, but your boyfriend wasn't around, others would kindly help you out, and all of them have met the curious alien once or twice. Recently, Kirishima received transmission of a very stunning, green alien Bakugo called Deku. The alien was mighty cute, and Kirishima had a guess him and Bakugo studied each other's anatomy quite intently.

The thought excited him, now turning to the dirtier sides of his new teammate, but he quieted them. He didn't want to scare the guy, and who knew if he was even alien? Kirishima only had that conclusion because of Deku. He headed over to Fatgum's office to meet him. In front of Fat's door, Kirishima let his mind blank so he could have a more neutral reaction to the new guy standing behind the door. He had no clue what it would entail, or who he was about to meet, but standing there in his work pants, no shirt, thick work gloves, and overall straps for his tools, he sighed and entered the room.

Purple. That was the first thing Kirishima noticed. Purple and blue.

The new member was completely purple. He had beige pants that flowed below his knees with black toeless leggings beneath. His shirt was a purple protective piece that had padding and sleeveless, almost like a bullet proof vest, but it also had an apron that went below what looked to be a tool belt. He also wore a bandana over his neck that he now used to cover his face. His skin was purple, some blue being shown on his sides in the holes that lacked sleeves. Behind his pants was a tail that seemed to keep him upright on his goat-satyr looking legs. He had slit eyes, and his head had an interesting crest with pink tips. It seemed to flutter in anxiety as Kirishima entered the room, seeming like he was determining a threat. Kirishima's neutrality immediately broke. His face broke into the brightest of grins as he shook in anticipation, like he was loading up his reaction.

"You found an alien to join us!" he shouts with pure delight.

"More like he found us," Fatgum laughs delightedly. "Meet Amajiki. He is a local of the planet we are on and I found him exploring a bit. He seems like a natural mechanic and picks up on our technology quite easily. I agreed to apprentice him while we are here, so I hope you can show him around and make him feel welcome."

Kirishima nods and closes the gap between him and Amajiki. His crest flares up, perceiving a threat, and he hissed under his mask. Kirishima backs off, understanding the motion, and becomes immediately apologetic.

"Woah. Hey. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle ya. I'm Eijiro Kirishima, but my space name is Red Riot. You can call me Red or Kirishima if you like. It's nice to meet you, Amajiki." He extends his hand, removing a glove, to shake.

Amajiki, understanding the kindness of the man in front of him, did not understand the hand. He studies it, looking at that odd human shape. The color was odd, and it had five fingers. Amajiki had four, and they were longer, more slender. It made it easier to reach into things. How did humans get into tight places? He continued to look at it, not knowing what Kirishima wanted with it.

Kirishima drops his hand and gives an awkward smile. "Guess not everything translates," he laughs quietly. Amajiki only nods, hiding his face behind his mask. He knew Kirishima's language. He knew all languages. His ears picked up on very minute details and smaller wavelengths than humans. It meant he was very sensitive to loud noises, hence his reaction to the shouting, but he could pick up on what Kirishima meant every time he spoke. Amajiki also knew that if he spoke, Kirishima would not understand him. It worried him, so he does not speak. Kirishima's head tilts, now looking curious to the alien, and he tries to decipher the silence. Then, it dawns on him.

"Oh! If you're worried about me not understanding you, I have a piece in my ear that translates all languages for me," he smiles. Amajiki's eyes light up. He was so concerned about not being able to talk to such a strikingly bright guy, but now he didn't have to worry about it. Kirishima would understand him.

"I didn't realize," he mutters quietly.

"Oh. Well, it doesn't make you louder. I don't think I heard what you said," Kirishima responds. He laughs again, his nervous chuckle being a weird habit Amajiki picks up on. He blushes a bit, hiding his face some more, and tries to speak louder.

"Oh. Um. What did you mean by extending your hand?" he asks.

"My hand?" Kirishima picks it up and extends it the same way. "It's a human thing. The history is a bit dark, but it is a way to show friendship and extend a peaceful offer to others when you meet them." He grins brightly, Amajiki having to squint to look directly at the sun.

"History? What do you mean by dark? It's peaceful. Isn't it?" Amajiki asks. He extends his own hand out and takes Kirishima's. He is warm, comforting, and welcoming. His hand is a bit rough from working so much. He could feel the callouses over his hand, but even in its coarseness, he felt the soft glow from Kirishima.

"Oh. It was originally done as a way to check if the other person was hiding a weapon up their sleeve. But, since we don't have sleeves, there's no need to worry," he laughs again. Amajiki was very strange. Kirishima felt the almost squishy texture of the hand in his. It was viscous at first but hardened up in his grasp. It seemed that it could shift shape, which was confirmed by it growing a fifth finger. Kirishima was fully entranced, watching this alien grow another limb and change his hand to look more like his own.

"Woah," he mutters. "That's cool." Amajiki blushes as his powers are acknowledged by the human.

"It isn't really. I can't do much compared to the others," he replies.

"More than I can do," Kirishima admits. He smiles as he holds Amajiki in his hand, the "shake" lasting far longer than it needed to. As he did, a new sensation covered his hand. Tentacles grow from Amajiki's sides, four bright blue tentacles extending out and wrapping around Kirishima's hand as if to lock them together. Kirishima's eyes grow wide as he watches the new growths envelop him. They were slimy and wet, but also solid and firm. He felt their strength cover him, but they also relaxed and he could sense their moldability. It was freakishly cool, and a small, "Freaky," slipped from his voice as he muttered under his breath.

Amajiki quickly recoils. His tentacles retract and slide into his body while Kirishima's hand is left empty. He hides in his clothes, looking purely flustered. Fatgum bolsters a laugh to break the awkwardness of the moment.

"Well, you two seem to be getting along. Why don't you show him around the ship Kirishima. I'll be finishing up some work in here, so you have the place to yourselves." He smiles at the pair and pushes them out of his office. One thing he knew from studying the aliens of this planet was that when the tentacles slipped out, the alien was either trying to defend themselves or were trying to mate the other. Given the limbs were not threatening and trying to kill Kirishima, Fat concluded that it was the later. That meant Amajiki was most definitely attracted to Kirishima and he wanted to mate with him. Kirishima did not know that for himself, obviously, but before these two would take it any farther, Fatgum decided he needed them out of his office and hoped that giving them freedom on the ship would allow them to explore their desires for each other. Kids man. How else was he supposed to help them?

Kirishima was surprised by Fatgum's sudden push. He looked back to him with a confused look on his face, but then he realized he had to be a tour guide. Amajiki was only grateful that Kirishima did not pick up on his accidental advances. Kirishima also found Amajiki very attractive, something about the alien that made his heart flutter. He decided it would be best to not admit that now, so he nodded to Fatgum, his best wingman, and toured Amajiki around the ship.

They visited everywhere. The mess hall, which was just a small kitchen for storing their food and eating at the simple table they had. Kirishima pulled out a third chair for Amajiki while they were there. Then, they visited a simple vegetable farm for CO2 control and to have fresh food. Freeze dried meals could only go so far. After going through the food, Amajiki learning where Kirishima's and Fatgum's hearts were set, they went over the entertainment side of the ship. Video games, a simple movie player, and a collection of board and card games alongside tons of books and manga filled the entire place. It seemed that the pair prioritized their pleasures. Amajiki was overly curious about everything Kirishima and Fatgum shared in this room, but he saved those questions for later. He decided he didn't want to slow Kirishima down, and something inside told him he would be able to learn more later. Up next was the storage closet for all of their repair tools and exploration gear. It was basically an oversized closet. It was decorated like a tool shed on Earth, but the space was much tighter. It was definitely a place to go in and leave, your work able to happen elsewhere on the ship or outside. They had a fold out worktable too, something that could easily compact and store inside the small space. It was simple, but it was very nice. Amajiki could tell these two had everything they needed, and if they didn't, they knew how to get it elsewhere or make it on their own. He found himself really liking this ship. It was different, human, and very cool, but it wasn't impossible that his guide was the reason he liked the ship all the more. Amajiki worked hard to keep his tentacles under control. He had to hold them back so Kirishima wouldn't see them again. He didn't want to slip up like he did earlier.

The tour concluded at the bedrooms, Fatgum and Kirishima getting their own. The ship was most definitely made for two with the idea of a guest coming as an added weight and something their ship didn't need to support. They peaked into Fatgum's room very quickly, not wanting to disturb his privacy and then entered Kirishima's. The first thing Amajiki noticed was a set of workout equipment. Weights and a punching bag lay beside his bed. Confusion took over as he questioned why such wasteful objects were on the ship with them. What were they even used for? Why did they need to be so heavy? His eyes wandered away from them and over the rest of the space. The room was pretty empty except for the bed, weights, a nightstand, and a desk. Kirishima's desk had blueprints scattered over it, all Fatgum's designs. He had a pair of goggles lying next to the papers and another set of gloves that matched the pair he was wearing, except in black. He looked over them shortly and stepped up to it. He picked up the gloves, letting his curiosity get the better of him, and Kirishima laughed behind him, making him jump a bit.

"Wanna try them on?" Kirishima asks. Amajiki turns to face him and nods. Kirishima smiles brightly, grabbing the gloves from Amajiki's hands and opens them up. He slips his hands in, adjusting their shape to fit the item. The gloves, well, fit like a glove thanks to his powers. He now wore Kirishima's gloves, the weight of their protective material feeling heavy on him, but a slight comfort growing over him in the moment.

"How they feel?"

"Weird. I've never worn anything like it before," Amajiki explains. He didn't really notice it before, but Kirishima never let go of his hands. They rest there, together, as they stand there frozen in time. Amajiki blushes as awareness washes over him. It only worsens with his tentacles. Now, his extra limbs speak for him. The upper tentacle on the right side goes for Kirishima's arms. It circles around his strong forearm and bicep, getting a very nice feel for how strong the man is. It stops below his shoulder, caressing him tightly. The left one moves up and wraps behind Kirishima's neck, acting like a hand to hold him there. The other two are more daring. One goes for Kirishima's hip, wrapping a bit around his back and pulling him closer while the other slips to his pants. Kirishima gasps, biting his lower lip as he watches Amajiki's body do the talking. He had to grab Amajiki's waist to balance, now holding them together fully as they stared into the other's eyes.

Amajiki squeaks, overly embarrassed by the moment, and realizing it too, Kirishima blushes and backs away. The tentacles disappear. "I'm so sorry!" Amajiki cries.

"Wait! Wait. Don't be. I.... Well. I really liked it," Kirishima smiles. He rubs his neck, the absence of the tentacle and the breaking of their moment feeling weird. He steps back to Amajiki, closing the space between them again, and he pushes their bodies together, holding him in a hug.

"Can I teach you another human custom? This one is more intimate than a handshake," Kirishima asks. Receiving consent from Amajiki, Kirishima lowers the gloved hands that had covered his mouth after their incident, and he kisses him. It was a sweet peck on the lips, something short and simple to start, but it expressed the feelings Kirishima held for Amajiki since their meeting. That quick, sudden sexual attraction that flooded his heart at first sight. He smiles, letting Amajiki's tentacles wrap around him and pull their hug even tighter in response. Wrapping his arms around the alien too, Kirishima adds to the hug, both of them now in the other's arms, and tentacles.

It took a while to break, but pretty soon the hug dropped and Kirishima looked to Amajiki. "So, your tentacles. They keep reacting to me in interesting ways. I want to know how you control them," his curiosity bubbling over.

"Well," Amajiki starts. "They're meant for self-defense. I guess. But they don't seem to attack you. That's all I've ever seen them do. But my parents told me that if I like someone a lot, and might want to have babies with them, then they will try to attract my mate." He speaks plainly, his words sounding fine and normal to him since it was his anatomy.

Kirishima blushes deeply. Mate? Attraction? He knew Amajiki liked him, but did he plan on breeding with him? Hold up! How did that even work for an alien? Would he get Kirishima pregnant? Did he even have the same anatomy as humans? Kirishima was so confused, so he looked at Amajiki, embarrassed and uncertain.

"What do you mean by that?" he asks with a cough, his awkward laugh also following the end of the question.

"It means I like you, Kirishima. And I want you to be my mate," he states.

"Oh. Um. Does it make it worse if I already have a mate? Not that I don't mind, and he supports it too, but what about you?"

"I don't know. I've never had a mate before. And my tentacles have always been used for defense. Humans are strange. My parents had me, but they split and had children with others too. We sort of breed as we can and raise the kids as a community," Amajiki explains. "I mean, we do produce eggs. Everyone does."

"Oh. Okay. I guess you don't have the same definitions of mates as we do. That helps, in a weird way. But eggs? Does that mean you're laying eggs in me?!"

Amajiki blushes and hides in his gloves and bandana, now realizing why Kirishima was pressing him so much. "No! Kykers, no! I would never, unless you wanted me to. But that... I don't know how your body would take it. I won't do that to you," Amajiki exclaims.

"Well, that's a relief. Also, what is a Kyker?"

Laughing, and thankful for the subject change, Amajiki relaxed noticeably in front of Kirishima. He drops his hands and bandana and smiles at him. "Kyker is our... What would you call it? God? Well, they're more a weird unknown on our planet. They exist, and we've confirmed them, but they bless us with many things. I guess it's like your gods."

"Our gods don't exist," Kirishima adds. "But that's cool. Interesting that you use the name the same way humans use God." They both nod and stand in uneasy indecision. Who would make the first move and what would it be? They stare each other down, Amajiki now curious about what humans were and Kirishima the same about aliens. Silence took over the room and pretty soon, Kirishima broke.

"I really want to look at you Amajiki. I find you very attractive and think you're really cool, but I also want to know what your entire body looks like and feels. Please," he comes short to begging.

Amajiki's blush is shown for the first time to Kirishima. He nods and reaches down to remove his belt. It clatters to the ground. Kirishima stands there, watching as Amajiki pulls the apron vest over his body and takes it off. He sets it over his belt and then lets his pants fall. His leggings stayed on him; a bit too skintight to really come off on their own. He bends over, going to remove them, but Kirishima stops him. Where Kirishima was buff from his job, Amajiki was slim. His purple body had minimal shape. It was very cute in Kirishima's eyes, the opposites to him feeling very sexy. He looks to see that the alien's privates, assuming they were in the same place as humans', was hidden by his leggings. He needed to remove them immediately.

Kirishima turns them around and moves Amajiki to his bed. He sits the guy down, laying him on his back a bit so he could remove said leggings. His hands move to the waist, pulling it down, and fully stripping his new friend. Amajiki blushed deeply, finding the sight of the shirtless human removing his clothes quite stunning. He was speechless, Kirishima's gloves being the only item he now had on. He appreciated the feeling of his entire body being exposed while his hands remained covered. It added to the stimulation over his body and just how exposing it felt to be seen by the human. Even other aliens hadn't seen him nude. They wore basic garments to cover their tentacles and private area. Although, if any alien chose to present their tentacles for mating, they were allowed to have them out. It was meant to be an opening that they hadn't been mated yet or were willing to mate again. It explained the sleeveless vest on Amajiki, since it was custom to not cover up unless you had mated at least once before.

Now naked, Kirishima could see everything Amajiki had going on. On his back, only visible if he really looks, Amajiki sported pink triangles of differing sizes, in a pattern down to his center. He could also now see that his tail rested over a very cute, slim butt, much like his body. He also noticed that where a human had their genitalia, Amajiki had a slit, a basic opening that held something behind it. It was obvious to Kirishima that it wasn't anatomy he knew, but he could cross off the concepts of a human penis and vagina. Kirishima looked all over the alien on his bed. His purple skin and different features. He found himself loving all of it, wanting to get to know it more intimately.

Amajiki felt amazing. It was the first time he had ever felt comfortable under someone's eyes. Old habits do die hard, so he tries to cover up, his hands covering his face and legs trying to cross together, but Kirishima stops him and holds him back.

"Let me see, Amajiki. I want to learn everything about you," he sighs. Amajiki blushes. Forward directness was not something he was used to, and it turned him on. It turned him on so much that his, what could only be compared with a penis, but was not a penis, penis slips out.

"Kirishima," he moans as his blue, tentacle like appendage slips from his body. It really was just like the tentacles over his sides. The same shade of blue, a bit see-through, and wriggling around as it responds to Kirishima's touch. The human puts a hand around it, letting it explore him before grabbing it and exploring it himself. He strokes it up and down, Amajiki shivering in delight. He looked more sensitive than other guys being touched. Kirishima loved it. He worked out many moans from the shaky body, feeling the liquidy nature of alien anatomy.

Kirishima knelt down, bringing his face closer to the piece. He had wanted to taste Amajiki earlier, especially his tentacles. But, given he was being shown an alien penis, Kirishima decided this was the best place to start. Leaning down, he puts the tip into his mouth, almost giggling as it wriggled around inside of him. He let it dance on his tongue, trying to match its movements and lick it within. Amajiki's moans only got louder, echoing around the room, and Kirishima worked more of the alien inside of him. Instead of precum leaking simply from a tip, Amajiki begins leaking all over his length. The blue penis almost melts into Kirishima's mouth, the flavor being a bit sweet, but also a touch bitter on his tongue. He swallows it down, some of it leaking around his lips, down his chin, and over his hand. He smirks a bit, loving it all even more, and takes Amajiki fully into his mouth.

Amajiki had a very interesting smell. There was no better way to describe it other than alien. Kirishima's nose was stuffed near the slit, resting against the skin above the opening where Amajiki's penis presented itself from. He tried to label the smell, thinking of how different it was to his boyfriend's. He couldn't describe it. It was so foreign to him he needed to give it a new name. He ignored that, though, deciding that the smell was good and that was all he cared about. That, or it was good because it was coming from Amajiki. Regardless, he took in every new sense. His gloves now blocked the feelings in his hands, but he kept them on. His arms could deeply feel Amajiki's tentacles moving their way around him. His nose and mouth picked up on very new scents and flavors. And his eyes saw purple. Tons of purple with hints of blue and pink. He wanted to go deeper, so he grabbed Amajiki's leg and wrapped his arm beneath it. It startled the alien, tentacles forming around Kirishima more. His arm, already wrapped, was joined by a tentacle exploring his hair and pushing his head into him and another going down his back. They did everything Amajiki's hands wanted, but couldn't do, as they covered his face. Kirishima moaned, sucking the alien with more passion, now wanting to see if the alien would cum.

The sucking felt amazing. Amajiki never thought to have a mouth work around his penis, but Kirishima seemed to know how to please him best. His moaning sharpened suddenly, feeling what he could only guess an orgasm to be coming along. His hands fly down to Kirishima's head, pushing him fully down one more time, and he unloads into his mouth. Now, a thing about alien cum. For other aliens, the cum is normal and will allow for healthy reproduction between mates. However, for humans, it had another affect, one neither of these two crew members knew.

Kirishima swallowed everything that entered his mouth. When it felt finished, he pulled off of him, smiling widely to Amajiki. His knees were beginning to hurt from being on the ground for so long, so Kirishima got up. He stood, but like a drunk who doesn't realize how much they're feeling when sitting, standing proved to be a mistake. Or was it?

Feeling warm and fuzzy now, Kirishima decided he had too many clothes on. He removed his work pants, pulling them right to the ground, and his overalls fell with them. Now, he was fully exposed to the alien. Amajiki saw everything. His upper body, he already knew, but his lower he now learned. Strong, durable thighs, dashing legs in general, and a very hard, throbbing cock that pointed upwards. Weird. Do all humans have their penises out all of the time? Amajiki questioned himself, but he noticed a shift in Kirishima. He was flushed; more than blushing, his entire face was red. Kirishima stumbled as he stepped out of his clothes. He almost fell just stepping out of pant legs. He also removed his gloves. The action was straight out of a movie. Like, when a doctor in those stupid sitcoms cannot remove his clothes fast enough, his gloves are left for last. It accentuates his dashing body, but he removes them off his hands, ripping them like they were harming him. Then, he glares at you, crawling over the bed like a hungry animal. He needs to feast, and you are his meal. He is dominant and ready to pounce. You are left speechless, mouth slightly open in shock.

This was where Amajiki found himself. His mouth was open and exposing his rows of teeth. They were sharp, but Kirishima's looked just the same. He went to say something, to check in on the human, but his mouth was smothered too quickly. Kirishima's tongue worked its way into Amajiki's mouth, exploring a new part of him. He licked all over, running over his teeth, and finding his tongue too. The tongue inside Amajiki's mouth was far bigger. It acted just like his tentacles as well. Wanting to meet Kirishima where he was, Amajiki flicked his tongue out of his mouth and ran it into Kirishima's. It pushed past his and down his throat, exploring him as well. Where his cock once touched, his tongue now explored. He tasted everything, also unable to label the flavors, but deciding they were addictive. Little did he know Kirishima was high off an aphrodisiac he supplied, and both of them were now becoming purely addicted to each other.

Their make out ended after they both moved up the bed. Amajiki now laid on a pillow, his head propped and entire body on the bed. He moaned as Kirishima's rough hands explored over his body, touching everything it could reach. With the extra discoveries, Kirishima needed more. He lifted himself up, now sitting on Amajiki's lap and gave a very dopey grin.

"You're so hot Amajiki. You feel so good," he swoons.

"You're hot too, Red." Kirishima blushes brightly at the nickname. No one ever used it so sensually, not even Bakugo. His eyes rest on Amajiki a bit longer, taking him all in. His hands rest on his chest, pressing down on it and lifting him up. He adjusts himself, his cock now resting right at Amajiki's face.

"Can you do what I just did to you? Please. It feels just as good for me too," Kirishima sloppily begs. His grin never drops. Amajiki opens his mouth and lets his tongue fall out. He lets it wrap around Kirishima's length, taking it all to the base. It rolls around him, making him shiver, and starts to stroke it. Amajiki strokes it into his mouth. Kirishima bucks himself closer, moving to be more above the alien. His tongue pulls him in, his tip passing the entrance of the mouth that lacked lips like a human, and then eventually getting every inch of his in. He rests inside for a moment, the mouth closing and enveloping him in slimy warmth. He moans loudly, pleasure taking over his body. His cock was entrapped inside a gooey cave, being dripped all over and stimulated from tip to base, as Amajiki worked him inside his mouth. It was something no human could do for him. No one with human anatomy had these types of abilities, including Bakugo. He was enraptured.

Letting Amajiki work inside his mouth, Kirishima finds himself pressed into his face. The alien's cock rested behind him, and still feeling that explorative high, he needed more of it. He turns himself around, twisting his cock inside Amajiki, and lays himself down over him. Now facing opposite directions, Kirishima's face was pressed into alien cock, his own cock pressed into alien mouth. He began sniffing the scent, getting only higher as the aphrodisiac took a stronger hold. He licked up and down the length, earning moans around his cock and shivers beneath him. It was amazing, until he remembered another part. The butthole.

Amajiki's tail laid flat down the bed. It pointed out from his body, looking more like a third leg. Kirishima was curious what it hid and lifted Amajiki's legs. Surprised by the action, the alien squeaks, but he doesn't let Kirishima exit his mouth. He lets whatever Kirishima wanted to do take its course. He trusted this human, more than his own species, and he was more than curious to see what he wanted to do.

Having lifted the legs, Kirishima realized something. Amajiki didn't have a hole under his tail. His butt cheeks hid nothing! Astonished, he jolts straight up and turns his head back. "Where is your butthole?!" he asks crudely, not thinking of his language.

Amajiki lets Kirishima fall out of his mouth to reply, coughing as he was also taken aback. "Butthole? What is a butthole?"

Kirishima brings a hand back and splits his cheeks. He opens himself up so Amajiki could see the pink hole that marked another different from the alien. "That is a butthole."

"We don't have those. What is it used for?"

Kirishima blushes, now aware that he had to tell him. "Um... It's mainly used for processing bodily waste. But, I guess, it also holds a very sensitive pleasure spot for human males. I am clean back there though. So don't worry about that."

"Waste? Aliens don't have waste. We process everything in our bodies," Amajiki explains. "But a pleasure? Would it feel good if I put something up there?"

Kirishima nods. "It feels amazing. My boyfriend does it to me all of the time! I bet your tongue, and your dick would feel so good." He shudders at the thought.

"Okay. Okay. I'll try it," Amajiki agrees.

He lowers Kirishima a little, his breath hot on his skin, and pushes his face closer to his butt. Amajiki never considered going for the space below the tail, and humans didn't have tails, so this was completely new to him. His face stops right at Kirishima's ass, using his hands to open it up. He spreads him wide, reaching his tongue out to lick over it. Not too dissimilar to the cock he sucked earlier, Amajiki falls in love again. He pushes his face in, huffing hungrily, and sticks his tongue right into Kirishima. He uses his slimy nature to lube him up, giving him what he asked for as Kirishima continues to work on his own penis.

The pair stayed like this for a while, eating and sucking. Amajiki's tongue eventually slid down to around Kirishima's dick, working at it as he also smashed his mouth over his hole and ate at it. Kirishima was a mess; his prostate having been hit quite a few times before and now his dick was being pumped at the same time his ass was being treated. He sucked Amajiki the whole time, mostly holding his mouth over him and resting there because he couldn't handle the pleasure.

After a long moment, they pause. Kirishima pulls off Amajiki and lifts his butt away from him. Removing himself from their 69 position, Kirishima turns around and moves himself to Amajiki's lap again. This time, he sits over his dick. He goes to sit on it, the alien very confused to what his human was doing but fails at his goal. He wanted to ride Amajiki, but the nature of his anatomy did not allow for that to happen in this position. He even tried to grab Amajiki and point him upwards, desperately wanting him inside.

"Why won't it go in?" Kirishima asks in exasperation.

"I think it's that I don't have a solid enough appendage," Amajiki explains.

"Then switch." Kirishima lays down atop Amajiki and flips them over. The alien did not know how it was done, but Kirishima managed to barrel roll them to completely flip their original positions to each other. Now on top, Amajiki had control and Kirishima was under his power. At least, that was what Amajiki assumed from what he had witnessed.

Kirishima lifts Amajiki to sitting, then pushes him down his body. Mr. Purple follows, now finding himself between Kirishima's legs. He does not know what to do. He was pushed down here without any directions, and Amajiki is not experienced in this matter. Mr. Red had to help.

Realizing this position was awkward, the aphrodisiac still slowing down his processing, Kirishima grunts and gets up. He flips himself over onto his stomach, getting on his hands and knees and making every access point much easier for his partner.

"Now, bring your hips to my ass and thrust your dick into it. I don't know how much you can control that thing, but that point you found with your tongue is the point you want to hit to make me feel best. You can figure out how that works for you, because I don't think I know how you work in that way," Kirishima clarifies. Amajiki nods, grabbing at Kirishima's hips and pushes his cock to him. His slimy length wiggles around, trying to go into the hole but meets resistance. He wanted to push it in, but he had way more control with his tongue. He focuses down a bit and changes his tactic. Two tentacles reach down and find their way into Kirishima. They both insert in easily being smaller than the tongue. Pressing into him, Amajiki opens him up, spreading his ass wide. With how high, relaxed, and prepped he was, Kirishima opened up easily. His cock then followed.

Amajiki, finally able to push his cock in, does. The tightness is the first sensation. Far different to Kirishima's mouth, he is smothered from all sides. When just tongue stimulated him earlier, now Amajiki found himself being pressed against from everywhere. He couldn't even hear Kirishima's moans as he felt his own satisfaction. Satisfaction was an understatement; Amajiki felt exuberant. He pushes himself in, getting all of it into Kirishima with a grunt. Resistance met him as he pushed, but he managed to do it. Finally, inside, Amajiki takes some time to live in the feeling. He sits there, unable to move, and listens to Kirishima. While listening, his first movement starts. He wiggles inside, not pulling out or doing any fucking, just squirming his dick around. He finds Kirishima's prostate, knowing what it was because of how much stronger he responded to it. He stayed there, only moving the piece inside, not wanting to mess anything up by pulling it out.

Kirishima did not know how excellent this would feel. Normally, he was quite used to Bakugo being rough on him. He was used to being fucked. But something about having a cock inside you that did not fuck you but managed to move in many different ways and specifically hit your deepest pleasures. That was something that could not be beat. Sending a mental apology to Bakugo, he lets Amajiki take his hold and go crazy inside him. Tentacles manage to work their way down and around Kirishima. His cock is grabbed and stroked by two, his face is cupped, and his inner thigh near his crotch is teased. He moaned, shaking into the bed and laying down, blocking access to his cock which made Amajiki groan in disappointment.

Another surprising strength to both of them, Amajiki lifts Kirishima up, and taking advantage of the moldability of his cock, lays him on his back. In the adjustment, Amajiki was pushed to the end of the bed, so he steps off it and stands up. He lifts one of Kirishima's legs, using his tentacle and hands to support and stimulate it, another tentacle going for the other thigh, tracing his balls and teasing him over the nerve clusters, and the last two returning to his cock. He moves every limb he has that wasn't like a human and shows Kirishima the reality of what an alien brings to him. Kirishima did not doubt anything before. He was led by curiosity and attraction, but now he knew just how amazing this alien felt, and how much better he was than Bakugo. He did not care at this point. He had to show Amajiki to his boyfriend. Little did he know of the alien his boyfriend was also playing with on a nearby planet, but the thought filled his mind.

The thoughts of Bakugo and Amajiki's masterful skills with his tentacles brought Kirishima over the edge. He cums hard all over his body, coating him in the white liquid, something Amajiki had never seen before. Letting go in surprise, all that touched Kirishima during his orgasm were the gloves holding his leg and cock in his ass. It finishes, leaving him huffing in heavy breath. His chest rises and falls, showing how winded he was, and Amajiki pulled out.

"Does that mean you felt good?" Amajiki asks.

"Amazing. More than amazing, Amajiki. Nothing could describe how good you made me feel," Kirishima sighs.

"I'm glad," the purple alien smiles. Kirishima shares the sentiment and sits up for a kiss.

He cups Amajiki's face into his hand, tentacles cupping Kirishima's alongside two, now ungloved, alien hands, and they share a sweet, long lasting smooch. They hold their lips together for a moment, tongues staying inside their mouths, as shared passion passes between them in this loving moment. They break it, grinning their toothy grins and smiling widely to the other. Kirishima was now debating how he would have to bring up a possible new boyfriend to Bakugo, but that was a discussion for later. Right now, he wanted to continue to learn about his new alien partner and explore everything about him.

"You were great. I hope you know that. Also, if you want to taste human cum, go ahead. But I do hope it doesn't do what your.... I guess cum did to me," Kirishima breaks the silence.

"What? Oh. What I released when I felt good? I guess it is a type of germination, but we don't call it cum. Um. I guess we call it fertilizer."

"Fertilizer? Hold up." Kirishima removes the piece from his ear, wanting to hear this in Amajiki's voice. "Say it again."

Amajiki does, but the tone, register, and sounds his voice makes is impossible to be replicated via human speech and language. So, Kirishima nods and laughs.

"No way I'm going to be able to say that, so I'll call it alien cum." He laughs loudly this time. His awkward habit was no longer there as he expressed joy over his joke. It was contagious and Amajiki joined him.

"You laughed!" Kirishima cheers. "It's really cute," he smiles softly.

Amajiki blushes but keeps his face open. "Thank you. You're really cute too. And manly." Kirishima blushes as well, both of them breaking into another fit of shared laughter.

"So, if I try your cum, it might make me high and want to have sex again?" Amajiki asks.

"Wanna find out?" Kirishima winks, putting some onto his finger and points it up to Amajiki's mouth.

"Hope you're prepared for round two," he jabs back.

"Born ready. Give it to me Amajiki."

"You better take it, Red." Putting the finger in his mouth, Amajiki licks the cum off and judges the taste, humming over how much he likes it. He lets it really settle in before swallowing it down and waits for the effect to take place. As he does, a sudden rush of energy, heat, and attraction runs up his body, starting from his alien, frog-cat-like toes, and all the way up to his crest. It flares out, dancing now in a mating tactic as his tentacles fly all over Kirishima's body and hit every erogenous zone.

"Looks like it does," he exhales, looking over Kirishima like an animal. Feeling both a bit scared, but mainly thrilled, Kirishima opens his arms and legs wide.

"Then take me!" he shouts, awaiting his new purple friend (with benefits or boyfriend? Who knows) to take him on the ride of a lifetime.

Chapter 12: Day 11: Exploring In Plain Sight

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Nishinoya and Tanaka were normally the last ones in the locker room after the end of practice. They would constantly mess around with each other, pulling pranks and being obnoxious. Most of the time, it was harmless. They would pants each other the most; showing off their dicks to the entire team whenever they changed. It was hilarious. Daichi would always get so angry, Asahi would never stop blushing, Hinata would always stammer and fluster with a compliment, and the others would share their groans and distaste. The two had a bond no one else could explain. They were best friends and nothing could take that away.

Today was no different. The two second years didn't really pull as much shit today. Noya slapped Tanaka with a towel on his ass for fun, but that was it. Daichi was even confused to why they were so mellow, but the two had a reason. At some point, Tanaka grew a boner when he was pantsed once, putting a stop to Noya and his play. It was innocent, but it left the two thinking: Just what were they into? Kinks and sexual acts did not come up between them. Everything had been harmless up to this point. There wasn't anything lewd about what they did, even if it left them nude or exposed. But when Tanaka popped a hard on after being stripped in front of his team, it got Nishinoya thinking, and he and Tanaka planned on having some fun.

They didn't go up to change with everyone else this time. It was the end of their afternoon practice and Noya told Daichi that he and Tanaka would be staying later to practice receiving. The spiking and libero duo told the lie, but no one else questioned it. It wasn't the first time. Yet whenever everyone left, they still had to wait. It took a bit for their team to change, so they "practiced" receiving for a that time. It was believable at least. Finally, Daichi waved through the gym window, reminding them to lock up before they left. Receiving confirmation that Daichi left for his home, the rest of the Kurasuno team gone, Tanaka and Nishinoya were now alone.

The volleyball they were using fell to the gym floor, the bouncing thump thump thump echoing over the gym as they met in silence. A new tension filled the room, smothering the space around them. As they say, you could cut it with a knife. They stood there, now staring at each other, wondering who would make the first move. On Nishinoya's end, he was smirking slyly, giving Tanaka a look up and down. Tanaka was watching him check him out, a bit embarrassed by what he was planning. Tanaka knew he would be the bottom here. It wasn't established explicitly, but something about him popping the boner earlier, and the way Nishinoya talked about playing with the kinks, he knew he was not going to be the top here. Even now, his friend's eyes were eating him up. They were consuming him visually, taking every detail of his taller, toned body in their uniform.

Nishinoya and Tanaka did have a conversation about the play they wanted to do. They both agreed it had to be somewhere risky and public, without the team around at first, and something had to occur with their uniforms and some sort of clothing play. They had not entered this side of things before. Both of them had masturbated to some interesting porn, but they never acted on it in real life. This was unexplored territory, and they had some exploring to do.

Tanaka was already hard. His thoughts took over his mind and he tented his shorts for Nishinoya to see. Both of them knew it had happened, and now all bets were off the table. Something was about to start.

"So 'Naka. Already hard for me? Does just the thought of what I can do to you excite you that much? I can't believe you're already that needy for me," the libero says, finally.

"Yeah Noya. I am. What are you gonna do about it?" Tanaka replies with a shudder. Nishinoya took a whole other level of sexy in this moment. Both of them knew their friend was hot, but they never acted on any attraction. Now, though, they both couldn't help but feel those hidden emotions rise.

"I think, we start with those pesky shorts of yours. They just hide so much and don't you love having them off? I know just how good it makes you feel." He steps forward, anticipation making Tanaka shiver. He looks down to his friend, that blonde tuft of hair now right below his eyes, and he feels hands wrap around his shorts. They fall to the ground, his underwear joining them as well. His cock sprang to life, now exposed to the open air of the gym, and it leaked a string of pre down to his fallen clothing.

"You love it that much already? Leaking just for me Naka? You're insatiable. Such a dirty man. Wanting to show your cock off to the entire gym. I bet you will love it when the team sees you. Especially when they're in their uniforms and you're the only one naked."

That was another thing these two discussed. Tanaka found he had a thing for the volleyball uniforms. He could not explain it, but it probably related to how flowing, open, and free they felt, and when his was off his body while everyone else had theirs on.... It was an experience he needed to feel more. It was why Nishinoya kept his clothes on, despite his own erection and desire to be nude in the gym. He fed into Tanaka's needs, letting him feel the thrill of exhibitionism and being naked in the gym. The hand that pulled his shorts down moved to grab Tanaka's cock. It wraps around his shaft, stroking it slowly, making more pre produce and fall into his underwear. He lets out a soft moan, unable to hold it back to Noya's amusement.

"Enjoying yourself? My kinky Tanaka? I sincerely bet you would be fine if we had a practice where you were totally naked and everyone else had their clothes on. You get off to the humiliation. Don't you? You love it Naka. Tell me how much you love it." For it being his first time, Tanaka found himself impressed by Nishinoya. He picked up on the teasing quite quickly. It was perfect.

"I love it Nishinoya. Fuck," Tanaka sighs.

"Good boy," he teases right into his ear. Tanaka blushes and looks to Nishinoya, his eyes wide and face red. Nishinoya only laughed, going around Tanaka's back side and slapped his ass. He squeaks and jumps away, but his shorts trip him up so he falls to the ground.

Now on his hand and knees, and unhurt, Nishinoya grinned, looking to his friend in such an exposed position. "Oh Naka. For me?"

Tanaka groans, pressing his face into the gym floor. The coolness felt amazing on his heated face, and he could hide himself from his friend as embarrassment washed over him. Nishinoya knelt behind him, taking advantage of their knee pads, and pressed a finger into Tanaka. They agreed on no sex, but they agreed any touching would be okay. The shorter male inserted his finger, making Tanaka moan loudly.

"Now be quiet Naka. You don't want anyone to hear you. Unless you really want to be caught." Tanaka did want to be caught. He wished his entire team would walk in right there and show him how much of a dirty slut he was. His brain was racing with fear, but the thrill of it all turned him on. His cock did twitch in response too, which elicited a giggle from his teammate.

"You do want it. Huh Naka? You want to be caught. What a dirty little slut. Begging for his team to see him like this. A dirty man who needs to be nude. How's my finger feel? Enjoying yourself up there? I bet you are. You're making such a mess of the floor." Tanaka's breath was heavy, ragged in an effloresced desire he now knew he held.

Noya fingered him for a few minutes, his uniform shirt riding up and showing off his abs. Another hand reached to his cock and stroked him into the gym floor. Tanaka would have quickly cum if Noya let him, but his touch was light, teasing him and pointing out every moan and reaction his body had. The bright orange of Noya's uniform really accented his muscles. His strong legs almost filled his shorts and Tanaka really wanted to see what they hid underneath. He tilted his head to look back, trying to catch a glimpse of the libero. On his knees, he could really see those orange shorts over his muscles. Fuck. And his shirt sat there, hiding his abs and body from his sight. Tanaka really wanted to see Nishinoya naked. At some point in the past, his pantsing pranks had turned from innocent to voyeuristic. He loved Noya's body. But the uniform that hid it was a sight as well. Especially since he was half nude and Noya was fully clothed.

Noya attempted to spread Tanaka's legs more, but he realized quickly how his shorts blocked him from it. So, he stopped his fingering.

Having removed his finger, Noya commands, "Flip over Naka. On your back for me. Show me the free cock that wants me so bad."

No longer able to hide, or at least convince himself that it was possible, Tanaka flips to his back. He sits on the gym floor and Noya joins him at his side. He could feel how cold everything was on his butt, the idea that he was exposed to the floor like this also being a turn on. There is a feeling of touching a surface to skin that should not be out to touch that surface that reminds Tanaka of how nude and how public he was. His pants are removed from one leg, giving them freedom to spread, but keeping them around an ankle. He is also pushed back, Noya putting a hand to his chest and making him lay down. From there, Noya lays near him, his hand hooking under his leg and finding his hole again. He fingers him some more, this time putting in his middle and ring finger. Tanaka shuts his eyes. He feels Noya's staring right into him. He grunts and moans, squirming under his touch. The cold floor opposes Noya's warmth. He is constantly aware of just how exposed he was. Nothing could shut that down. Fingers moved inside of him, in the gym, that he played volleyball in, and he was visible to the entire world.

"Such a good boy Naka. Taking me so easily. How much do you like it? You love it. Don't you. You love being nude while I'm clothed." While on his side, Noya reached down and fished his own cock out, pulling his shorts down just below his butt. He pressed it into Tanaka's thigh, making him feel what he was doing, but he could easily hide it again. He rubs into Tanaka, making the experience far dirtier. He couldn't see it, but Tanaka desperately wanted a view of Nishinoya. His cock rubbing against his thigh was sending him over the edge. Everything touching his body was too much. The shirt over his top, floor on his ass, cock on his thigh, and fingers in his hole. It all worked him to a sudden orgasm, painting his uniform white in cum.

The sight excited Noya as well, cum spurting from his cock and landing over Tanaka's thigh. It drips down his leg, making a mess of the floor as they both lay there in that orgasmic bliss. Post nut clarity settles in, and Tanaka is in his hands, almost crying in embarrassment. Noya, noticing it, hugs him tight and holds him close.

"You did so good Naka. I hope you really liked it. I loved it too," he praises, trying to comfort his friend.

"I did. A lot. It's just a ton to take in," He replies, poking a hand aside to peak out and look to Noya.

"Well, I would love to do it again someday, but we can always tone it back or do something different."

"Let's tone it back for a bit. Maybe we can have some more private fun first and continue our pranks."

"I like that. It'll still be fun." Smiling, Noya and Tanaka looked at each other in a new light. They lean in and share a simple kiss, something to put the cherry on top of their moment together.

"Let's clean up and head home. I need to sleep this off," Tanaka moves first.

"Can I sleep over?" Noya asks with a grin.

"I was hoping you'd ask." He winks, suggesting another round for their night as they help each other up and put their clothes on. They both agreed to walk home in the cum-stained uniforms, finding it hot that they marked their gear like this and thinking of the thrill of someone seeing them like that. They clean up their mess, wiping down the entire floor, and locked everything up to head home. Tanaka in his cum marked shirt, and Nishinoya in his uniform, walk home together.

Chapter 13: Day 12: An Icy Trip Up

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Practices were getting longer, the competition much tighter, and everyone was becoming high strung. It was a struggle at Blue Lock with all of the tension hovering around everyone. Even in the locker room, or the showers, or even dining hall, everyone was stuck in the stakes of this place. Soccer was their love, their passion, and no one wanted to let their dream go after sacrificing so much to reach it. It was a difficult place to live.

In the locker room, after one of these especially difficult days, Chigiri and Kunigami were alone together. They went to the practice field around the same time that day, slipping out to shower and change when they finished their workouts. Chigiri had gone in a little ahead, finishing his shower as Kunigami was taking off his sweaty practice jersey and about to work on his shorts. Kunigami changed as Chigiri stood next to him, towel around his waist and opening up his locker.

Chigiri and Kunigami were quite opposite to each other. Chigiri was shorter, slim, but was built more for dexterity. Kunigami was taller, buff, and built for strength. Where Chigiri dodged better, Kunigami could check someone. It was a very interesting dynamic as Chirigi's long red hair fell down his back and Kunigami's short blonde hair pointed straight up. Kunigami found his eyes looking over to the person who just joined him, eyes roaming over his body, especially as that towel was removed from his waist. It fell to the side, Chigiri now in full view of Kunigami, making him blush and attempt to focus on his own stripping, and subsequent shower, before he got hard.

Chigiri knew Kunigami was checking him out. He knew the guy had been for a while since they got here. He had sensed those eyes on him many times of each day. He found it flattering, but he also had his eyes on Kunigami too. It was why he pulled his towel off the way he did, showing his flaccid penis off so casually to the guy. He hoped Kunigami would act on it, but he seemed to just freeze and go back to his shorts, attempting to pull them down. So, Chigiri turned his attention, and body, to Kunigami, wanting to talk with him.

"Tough workout?" he asks, trying to get Kunigami to talk back.

"Yeah. It feels like we're only getting worked harder and harder," he sighs. "Not that I'm complaining. I think it's better to keep getting stronger."

"Sounds like you," Chigiri replies. This was getting nowhere, so he decided to take things into his own hands. "I see you checking me out. Is there a reason?"

"Oh! I'm sorry. I was just appreciating how different your body was to mine. That's all. You know?" Kunigami tries to deflect.

"Sure. Even my dick?" Chigiri had found himself in this place because of Isagi. He had become more confident and risk-taking, even with the possibility of reinjuring himself. It was why he felt like he could finally press Kunigami. It didn't help that the bigger guy was totally oblivious and wouldn't do it himself.

"Oh. Um. I guess so," Kunigami mutters.

Chigiri steps up to him, now pushing him into the locker. Kungami made a noise as his back was pressed into the cold metal. He looked down to Chigiri, struggling to take in what was going on. He steps forward again. Now closer, Kunigami could see him in greater detail. His socks struggled to get grip on the locker room floor, sliding out beneath him and taking him to the ground. Sitting, Kunigami was made to look up at Chigiri. His eyes traveled up his entire body and then back down when he knelt between his legs.

"So you are attracted to me," he smirks, pointing to the tenting bulge in his shorts. Kunigami's chin dropped as Chigiri worked his cock out of the shorts and began stroking it.

"No no. You look at me. Since you keep wanting to check me out," Chigiri commands. Kunigami's eyes look back up to Chigiri, now locking eye contact between them. Chigiri smiles, knowing he's won, and he lets go of Kunigami, hearing voices coming into the locker room.

"Meet me in my dorm. Some time tonight. And I'll give you everything your eyes keep begging for." He winks, leaving Kunigami on the floor, sitting there on the locker, frozen as his cock twitches, begging for more too. His eyes study Chigiri. As he stands, turns around, and changes, Kunigami watches all of it. He didn't get up until the voices coming into the room snap him out of it and he hastily grabs his clothes to put on and leaves for his own room.

Chigiri was now listening to music peacefully. He had eaten dinner and was now waiting for Kunigami to swing by, if he chose. He waited by studying different formations and watching different players to improve his technique and knowledge of soccer. He was definitely a bit more analytical. He had to be. It was more difficult to dodge someone if you could not predict their moves easily. So, he studied. It was almost a ritual for him. Work out, eat, and if he was awake enough, study. Nothing had interrupted it until tonight when a knock at his door broke him from his tablet.

"Come in. It's unlocked," he says from his desk, turning his attention to the door, assuming he knew who was about to enter. His assumptions were correct. A buff blonde enters through his door, closing it behind him as he steps inside. He stands there awkwardly, not knowing what to do in a situation like this. Was he supposed to say something, step closer, make the first move? Kunigami was stuck there in a missed cue on his end, and Chigiri could only smirk as he found it cute.

"Come on in," he welcomes. "Feel free to sit on the bed. Take off your shoes, get comfortable." Kunigami does just that. He removes his shoes and goes for Chigiri's bed. He sits there, stiff as a board, until Chigiri gets up and stands in front of him.

"So, Mr. eyes on me. I'm guessing you came for what I offered in the locker room," Chigiri teases.

"Yeah. That," Kunigami blushes at the forwardness.

"Good." He smiles and takes his shirt off over his head. He sets it aside and stands closer to Kunigami. He reaches down and grabs his wrist, putting his hand onto his stomach so the blonde could feel him. "That's more like it. Today, you can look with your hands too."

Kunigami runs his hands up and down Chigiri's body. He touches his sides, hips, abdomen, chest, pecs, nipples, and all of it between the neck and waist line. Chigiri lets him explore for a bit until he moves the hands to his lounging sweatpants and forks his fingers into the waist band. He pushes them down, helping Kunigami pull his pants off his body, letting them fall to his ankles. He wore no underwear, giving the buffer guy a new look at him.

"Like what you see?" Kunigami blushes and nods in response. "Good. Then, why don't we really get started. Take off your shirt."

Kunigami does. He follows each command, taking his shirt off, and then his own pants, putting him in just his underwear. "You look so tense Kunigami. Why don't you try to relax?" Chigiri chides.

Kunigami can't. He's been stressed over Blue Lock and now Chigiri was short circuiting his brain with how pretty he was. Even as he was moved fully onto the bed and Chigiri brought himself back between his legs, he could not relax.

Chigiri planned for this night. He wanted to mess a bit with Kunigami's senses. He knew the guy was very sensitive all over. It was the deviation from his muscular facade. He wanted to use the night to help Kunigami an experience he would never remove his eyes from. Chigiri's hands run all over his muscles, making Kunigami shiver and get close to moaning. Was he already this sensitive? Chigiri caught the reactions and his mind ran wild with the devious ideas he wanted to commit. He planned to totally unravel this man.

Kunigami now laid on Chigiri’s bed, fully on his back and head on his pillow. Chigiri was between his legs, almost on top of him. He smiled as he left the bed for a moment and grabbed a tray of ice. He pulled two cubes out, looking to it and grinning to Kunigami. The guy was confused, unable to register what Chigiri was planning. The red head brought the cubes over. He held them above Kunigami’s chest, letting them drip down his body and making him shudder.

“What are you doing?” he asks, very confused.

”I’m making this fun.” Chigiri smirks, lowering the cubes and placing them on Kunigami’s nipples. He moans quite loudly, his body jerking away from them, but unable to move far enough. Chigiri chuckles. He watches Kunigami before removing a cube and licking over the respective nipple.

“Fuck. Chigiri!” Kunigami moans.

“Yeah?” he pauses.

”Nothing. It just feels weird,” he shudders.

Chigiri continues, circling his tongue over Kunigami’s nipple, the ice cube resting on the other. The feeling of two opposite temperatures stimulating Kunigami in a way he’d never felt before. His tension and overworked body did not help at all.

Chigiri continues the temperature play, switching nipples to shock Kunigami back. A free hand then reaches down to stroke his cock. It wraps around the guy, moving up and down around the length and the owner listens to him moan. Chigiri guessed Kunigami was overstimulated, smiling wide as he could feel it and see it beneath him. His hand continued its stroking, sometimes pausing to switch sides of ice and licking, until he let one cube slide down the blonde’s stomach. It dripped there, cooling him off, as a very warm hand reached down and began to finger at his hole. He finds it, poking it in and making Kunigami shiver in overstimulation. His other hand rubbed the ice cube, not resting on his stomach, down over his cock. It rested on the head, causing discomfort on his partner. The blonde was writhing in opposing sensations and feelings. It was too much.

Chigiri eventually adds a second finger to Kunigami. After getting it in, he removes both and presses the small piece of ice he has left to it. The guy hisses, feeling that bitter cold flow up his body only to be replaced with an exploding warmth of two fingers. Now, with the goal of being opened, Chigiri worked inside Kunigami, prepping his ass for the next thing.

Chigiri felt his partner open, thinking he was ready now. He smiles, pulling the fingers out and lifting his legs up. He brings his cock to his hole. Kunigami looks down, locking eyes back with Chigiri. Since saying it felt weird, both of them had remained silent for the session. Not breaking that, Kunigami gives his red headed partner a nod, giving him consent, and he feels that eager erection press into him.

If the warmth from Chigiri’s fingers after the ice was an explosion, then it was only a small spark. This warmth, the warmth of Chigiri’s cock, was a firework. His body shot up, back arching and sweat dripping over him as he felt the outcome of his overworked body being penetrated. It was way too much. He had already been played with like a toy thermometer, and now he was taking Chigiri up his ass. His moans never stop. Kunigami becomes an unraveled mess. Chigiri hits every point, finding his prostate and only making that poor mess much worse. By now, he is fully melted into the bed, a sweaty, overstimulated, buff and blonde mess.

This first fucking was the shortest part. Not too soon before Chigiri ended up inside Kunigami was he cumming. The muscled man spasms, jerking upwards and spraying cum all over his body, but Chigiri doesn’t stop. He continues to milk his cock inside of his friend, using him until he also came. Kunigami quickly fell from his orgasmic high and began whining to his slim partner.

“Chigiri. Fuck. Please. Stop. I’ve cum already. It’s too much,” he groans and begs.

“Not until I’m done Kunigami,” Chigiri grunts. From the way he had to almost force the words out, he was close too. After a few more seconds, Chigiri tenses up and his cock sprays cum into Kunigami. Cold liquid drips down his core as warm liquid fills him up. The opposite sensations sends him over the edge and Kunigami cums once more, his cock letting out a much smaller load from its overstimulated tip. He almost screams in that twisted pain and pleasure as Chigiri takes his time to come down from his own orgasmic high and pull out.

“Sorry. Kunigami,” Chigiri breathes out. “Was that too much?” He smiles warmly, trying to be comforting and apologetic.

“No. It felt amazing,” Kunigami replies with a weaker smile. Chigiri lays down and hugs him tight.

“I’m glad. I enjoyed it a lot too.” Kunigami smiles to Chigiri’s words and hugs him back.

“I’d love to do that again one day. But tonight? I need a full body massage after that.”

“Let’s get one in the morning then,” Chigiri agrees. They nod and smile to each other again, resting into each other’s arms and falling asleep in the bed.

Chapter 14: Day 13: Teaching the Pet a Lesson

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After the tournament, I, Adam, formally known as Ainosuke Shindo, had an especially important lesson I needed to teach to my pet. My pet, Tadashi Kikuchi, had called himself Snake and competed in the tournament against my will. This was not acceptable. I knew I had to do something about it. An obedient dog does not go against master's orders. Especially when the dog is supposed to be entirely subservient to me. My pet knows he shouldn't do things against my will without telling me. I am to approve of his every action, especially big, daring ones that he thinks he is capable of. Who is he to defy me? I need to show him exactly who I am. I am not to be messed with.

Inside my gorgeous office, the entire space was washed in red light, symbolizing my desire and anger towards the poor puppy who knelt at my feet. He wore nothing but his rope, white dress shirt, and a tail plug I made him insert himself. It took him some time, but my good boy has not removed it from his body since that day. It has been three days since the tournament, and as punishment, my puppy as served me in every way I desired. Today marks his final day, where I will evaluate if he has learned his lesson, or not. The choice is up to him. But we will see if he is truly a snake or just a lowly mouse to be eaten by the true snake.

Do you know something? My pet is the prettiest of them all. Sitting on his knees, begging for my attention, his eyes gazing into me to find what he is supposed to do next. I love it! He is the best boy! Even as I open his mouth and grab his tongue, he holds it out and lets me play with it, pinching it between my fingers and only gives a small wince of pain. His eyes are glazed with lust, his mind shut off to being disobedient. He is perfectly submissive.

I decided to let go of him and stick a finger to his mouth. The first is a test. I place it against his upper lip, running my index over the length of his mouth, and he licks it. Wonderful! He loves his master! He knows to worship every part of me when offered. So as his tongue laps over my perfect digit, I stick it into his mouth. How wonderful the sounds he makes! His gags and whimpers as he struggles to take me. He knows all of this is for him, for me. My pet is so beautiful. I need him to know. He deserves a reward.

My beautiful puppy deserves a reward, I have decided. He must know he is so good to me. I feel that sneaking grin covering my face. Most tell me it is creepy, but my puppy's eyes tell me it is warm and welcoming. He holds no fear for it, even as I command that he strips me. My voice is so powerful. I feel like I would follow it's orders if it weren't my own. I did not, however, holding back and awaiting my servant's action. He doesn't stand. His hands lazily move up to my pants, working to undo my belt. How cute. He wants my most sacred area first. He is so eager. Unacceptable!

I feel the warmth rest over my hand as I smack him away. Good puppies know the correct order. They do not move out of place, nor do they become greedy. I will not tolerate this. His wrists easily slip into my hands, now bound together by my grip alone. He is held up because of me, his own feet only standing because I tell them too. How pitiful. He looks purely pathetic in this state. I was too presumptuous over his reward. It only goes to show a naughty dog can never be trusted.

Have I mentioned just how pretty my puppy is? I mean look at him. Pale skin, black fur, slim body, sensitive skin, oh so fun to play with. He is my dream, even when he is over my lap, on his stomach. Red blossoms over him like a rose, but my thorns only make him whimper more. He's so quiet. So obedient. It is a disgrace I have to punish him so, but it is all for love. It is to remind him of who he serves, who his master is. And I will never complain about hearing his pathetic moans. How he sings for me in his lament of hurting me. It is a tango only we dance, and he doesn't want to escape.

His beautiful backside was now thoroughly red. His tail had gotten in the way, so I removed it, but he looked like he needed something to fill him more. His eyes always beg me for something else. Even when his body rejects me, those gorgeous pits say otherwise. My fingers replaced the plug first. Two that he sucked on, while I taught him his lesson, now spread him open. I love how relaxed that plug makes him. My puppy is always so prepared after wearing his tail. I could even add a third finger! And with such haste too. My ears are filled with the cacophony of sounds my puppy produces. His symphony rings through my office. Simply beautiful. Nothing will surpass the magnificence of my puppy begging for more.

Even as he is laid over my desk does he beg. His voice does not form words, but instead whimpers and whines to me. I find I can't help but listen, taking him in as my hands run over the body that I own. He is mine after all. Each quiver and twitch excites me. He is ready for me. He needs me. He needs my love! Of course, my pet! My love you shall receive. You will only get my love from now on. You are mine and mine alone.

Clothes are pesky. My pet shall never wear them when we are alone. His shirt is in the way. I must remove it before we begin. But wait! What excellence. It can be of use. His hands are already at his side. They are so useless, so why does he need them? I must take them away. The shirt is the perfect article to tie them together, and if they're behind his back, I can hold him in place better. My mind is one of art and my dog is my masterpiece. Don't good dogs deserve a bone?

Oh, how darling he sounds. His voice now belts in pleasure. My dog loves his bones. Mine is his favorite. It is the only one he knows. I do make sure to feed it to him constantly so he never forgets it, and after the tournament, I will make sure he only learns more. He is warm inside. Tight and welcoming, sucking me in like the toy he is. He is open for me, desperate for me, yearning for me. His treat is me. Of course this is not the complete lesson. He still has more to learn. This session is just my love for him. It is the beginning of what he needs to know so he will not make the same mistake again. The punishment for the tournament has yet to happen. This is so my love is engraved solely inside of him.

I finish in there, replacing his tail where I once was. It is not like he can bear my child, but I know he would do so in a heartbeat. He loves me, and he would do anything I ask of him. He loves me because I love him. My pet. My lovely boy. Oh, how loving is my pup. Even when I place him back on the ground. Even when the collar with my name wraps around his neck, binding him to me forever, and especially as my name is tattooed into his right hip. Black ink, like his hair, digs into his skin as the needle works my name, my splendid name, into him. I will modify my pet how I want to keep his beauty forever. I do not want to lose him again. It is why I reminded him of my love, why I will brand him as my pet, and why I will mold him into what I need.

Modification complete, I study the calligraphy. It could truthfully compete with Cherry's. It frames my loving nature perfectly, and now my loving pet would always carry it. My pet. My name around his neck and on his side. One permanent, the other a visible reminder. Branded as mine. I will cherish him forever, love him until the end of the earth, and teach him to worship me as the best master a pet could ever wish for.

Chapter 15: Day 14: Taking From the Flower

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Vash found himself cornered, nowhere to go. He was alone, confused, and stuck in a place he had no way out of. He remembered Nai putting him into a tank to open up his powers for him to control, but now he was living in a dream that Nai fed him. He was alone, stuck, disoriented. It took over his mind as he was rattled with anxiety. What did Nai want with him? What was he going to do? Where was he anyways?

Vash's memory began slipping. He was forgetting the outside world as his body was taken over. He slipped into uneasy slumber, dreams taking over his mind. Stuck in flashbacks of his childhood with a younger him, Nai, their caretaker, all on the ship of his birth. He grew over the switching of the scenes, his mind being erased of them, as Nai manipulated them. He couldn't figure out what was going on. One moment, he was living his happiest memories, the next, they were gone. He couldn't remember enough to connect the dots. Vash was being erased.

On the outside, Nai was taking Vash for himself. He was opening a portal to the flower of their origin, wanting to take them over for himself, produce healthy kin, and save them from humans. Humans were the problem. They needed to be eliminated. Nai watched his progress and Vash's mind until a mental block was brought to him. Vash was delaying the corruption. He was trying to stop it from the inside. What was he doing? How did he notice? Nai became concerned, not wanting his work to be ruined by the mind of his twin.

Slipping into his mind, Vash was studying a rose petal. He was looking, in horror and disbelief, at the red slip of flower. He was learning what Nai was doing to him. Vash looked to Nai, his eyes flooded with tears.

"What are you doing to me?" Vash cries.

"What is needed. I am saving this world from the wretched hold of humans. I am wiping them from this place so our kind can thrive. Don't you want to witness it Vash? Don't you want to see? It is for us after all. So we can lead and run this horrendous planet forever. Humans have destroyed it, and they continue to destroy us, so it is our turn to destroy them."

"But they live like us, Nai! Humans have lives, souls, bodies, hearts, and minds like we do. They may be imperfect, but who are you to control that?" Vash begs, crying countless tears onto the garden beneath his knees in which he sits. Nai towers over him, his white, decorated body pulsing in light as Vash is overwhelmed in defeat.

"You only think that because they have manipulated you." Nai jumps forward, wrapping his hands around Vash's neck. His metallic, spiked, sword tipped tentacles flare out, and much to Vash's fear-filled eyes, dig into him. They remove the final memories of humans from his mind. Any connection he once held that might have been healthy, happy, honored. With his mind wiped, Nai was 1% away from taking everything for himself. All he had left was Vash.

The tentacles, he graciously calls Angel Arms, leave Vash's body, ripping his clothes from him and affectively removes all barrier from his flower. Vash's and Nai's bodies were quite different. In his nudity, Nai wore what looked to be a skintight leotard of white geometric designs over his body, leaving his hands, feet, and face exposed. Vash wore human clothes, his body far more like the pesky vermin of the planet they were trying to take, but a diseased looking pattern, the same to Nai's, now spread over his body as his sex blossomed beneath them, a beautiful flower prepared for Nai to take and use for his own plans.

Nai grew hard, his length growing from his crotch as the pollinator it’s meant to be. He penetrates the budding plant in front of him. Nah took Vash for himself, deflowering him for the sake of his plan. It was going smoothly. Everything was falling into his hands. Cash was submitting to him, taking it all even if he met with reluctance.

Vash snaps awake. His eyes fly open and he tries to fight back. “No! You don’t!” Nai shouts, flinging his hands out and wrapping them around Vash’s neck. Vash chokes, glaring vehemently into his eyes.

“Your passion excites me, Vash. Don’t worry. It will all be over soon,” Nai mocks him. His hands grip strong enough to keep Vash between the lands of conscious and out of breath. Holding him down by his neck, he chokes him, penetrating his body still to make sure he can breed. Nai did not want this to last any longer, so he pushes himself all the way in, one more time, and unloads his seed into the awaiting flower in his hands. Vash groans, wallowing in despair. He had been used by his twin, taken to further his plans and Nai had succeeded. Cash was utterly devastated. He looks up to Nai, his eyes glossing over in subservience, no longer his own personality, but a pawn for Nai to lead and control as he needed. He was victorious, his plan to remove humans completely from the planet now underway, the final piece of step two now complete.

Chapter 16: Day 15: A Punishment of Denial

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Meeting the man of your dreams is something everyone dreams of. It is an astonishing moment in one's life where you are met with the person you have thought about constantly, and they are finally right in front of you. Your brain cannot compute what your eyes are inputting, so you stand there amazed, unable to speak, move, or even breathe. An explosion of the heart takes over the body and you are rendered completely immobile. But this isn't what you think it is. This is about that celebrity in your life, where you are obsessed with this person because of something they do. For Yuuri, he is obsessed with ice skating, and its number one of the world, Victor Nikiforov. The 6'1" god of the ice with strikingly gray hair, pale skin, blue eyes, and flexibly muscular body now stood nude in the hot springs owned by the Katsuki family. Yuuri, bless his poor little gay soul, witnessed this with his own dull brown eyes. He stood at a measly 5'8", had boring black hair, and a bit of tan on his skin. Working at a wintertime hot spring, and being inside to practice skating, meant he did not see much of the sun, and he was not as fit as Victor was. He did not appreciate his body all that much, and with the champion of the skating world now standing in front of him, he was mortified.

Yuuri was not told of the arrival of his idol. His parents, unknowing of the weight of such a momentous occasion, failed to mention to their son that his celebrity crush was in his home. He ran from the spring, humiliation overcoming him. Yuuri sped off to his room, needing to find solace and hide from his surprising and new fate. How could he be here of all places? What did Victor want from his hot spring? They weren't big enough for a man of his acclaim. If the public found out, they would have a field day. That was it. Hiding in plain sight. Hidden in a place where no one knew his face. Little did he know who occupied the building. Yuuri agreed to never acknowledge Victor, deciding the man's privacy was more important than his obsession. He dramatically opened the door to his room, running inside and laying on his bed for the pity party he needed to have.

It was interesting. Laying on his bed, Yuuri forgot just when he washed his sheets. His parents must have come in and helped him clean up when making their rounds around the hotel. And there were clothes everywhere. Victor's most recent competition costume, his Olympics costume, his world cup costume, the costume he wore the first time he was at a televised competition. Yuuri was a huge fan of Victor, what could he say? He even owned replicas of his trophies, all of his relaxing clothes, and his sex toys too. Sex toys!? Yuuri was a fan, but he was not a stalker.

Jumping from the bed, Yuuri scanned the room. He was not in his room. He had mistakenly entered Victor's.

"What the hell?! How did I end up here?" his mind raced. Yuuri dissolved even more, tears replaced by hyperventilating breaths. He quickly realized exactly where he was and what mistake he had made. Yuuri was in Victor's room. Now on the floor, Yuuri was balled up, knees huddled into his chest. The room was quite a mess, but it made sense since Victor had just gotten here and probably wanted to visit the hot spring first thing. The poor fan found a shirt at his side. He sniffled, wiping a tear from his eye, and picked it up. It was a simple grey long sleeve, made for the rink. The arms were long to fight away the cold of a rink but gave the body room to breathe for their workouts. Yuuri owned a similar one, and he found the fabric comforting. It was soon under his nose, Yuuri melting into his lap and stuffing his face into the shirt. He calmed down, the familiarity of the cloth bringing his mind to ease. He needed it given the panic he had sent himself into. He kept himself there, eyes closed and senses shut off, his nose and hands being the only thing giving input to his brain. Then, a door opens and a dashing man enters the room, closing up behind him and grinning from ear to ear.

"It seems I have a visitor," the man speaks, snapping Yuuri from the shirt to looking straight up. In front of him was Victor, now wearing a towel, to his relief and disappointment. "What brings you in here young man? I didn't expect to have someone in my room. Is it custom for your hotel to supply room service when guests move in?"

Beet red. Yuuri's face flushed. It rapidly moved up his face and his eyes snapped open in bewilderment. The reminder of what he was doing was almost worse than finding himself in the room in the first place. He wanted to speak, to explain himself, but words evaded him. Yuuri was speechless, and all he could do was stare at Victor, mouth gaping wide open.

"I'm sorry. I think I've startled you. Is it.... Are you a fan?" Victor asks coyly.

That obliterates Yuuri's mind and words tumble from him faster than a river down a mountain. "I'm so sorry Victor! I should not be in here! I stumbled in here on accident and found a shirt like one I have and it helped me calm down. I swear. It was an accident. No, we don't send room service first thing. I mistaked this for my room. I'm so sorry. So incredibly sorry."

Victor smiles calmly, his gaze relaxing as he watches the unfortunate man on his floor. He kneels down, towel only hiding his private area because it went over his knees, and he puts a hand to Yuuri's shoulder. "It is all right Yuuri."

"How do you know my name?" Yuuri asks in a daze.

"Because it is listed with your parent's." Yuuri blushes, realizing Victor is calling him by his first name by a celebrity. Victor stands, his towel slipping a touch lower and showing off more of his v-line down to his crotch. "So, Yuuri. How do you like the smell of my shirt," he teases.

"I... It- It wasn't for that. I, um... I just needed the feeling to calm me down," Yuuri stammers.

"Is that so? You did not smell me on it?"

"No! I would never go that far."

"But you did." Victor's smile begins to twist a bit. He lets his towel slip more, doing nothing to adjust its hold. He just lets it expose more of his body to his fanboy. Yuuri sighs, meeting Victor's eyes and moving down to check him out entirely. He would be lying if he said he wasn't. The smell of Victor did enter his mind, realizing it lingered on his shirt. He enjoyed that thought a bit more, but soon Victor was above him, leaning on his bed to hover over Yuuri.

"Fi-fine. I did. Satisfied?" Yuuri asks.

"I guess." He smirks and lets his towel fall. The blush over Yuuri went back to the same shade as when he entered the room. Delightful. Victor loved watching fans become flustered over him. Especially the cute gay ones that made it very obvious they had a crush on him. He was comfortable in his nudity and flaunted it quite often. So, when Yuuri became embarrassed over him, he knew he had a fan that fell right into his trap. He really had the cutest of fans. With the exception of some of Yurio's fans. The cat ears were always adorable.

"Victor! You'll never believe it! This hotel has someone who is way too obsessed with you. Your face is all over their room. It is disgusting! You need to stop...... Oh. Didn't realize you were inviting someone over," a blonde breaks the moment. Standing shorter than Victor and Yuuri, at 5'6", Yuri Plisetsky enters the room. He has a disinterested face of resting disgust, like he was too good for the world. He looked down at his teacher, nudely resting above a dressed local. The local was obviously into Victor but overwhelmed by the moment. He coughs, trying to stifle some awkward laughter and closes Victor's door behind him. "Don't stop because of me," he chokes, quite amused.

Victor stands and turns around, huffing a pout at his pupil. They weren't really a teacher and student. Victor simply trained Yuri alongside their actual coach in techniques only he could unveil to the untapped talent. Yuri had blossomed over the years, now an adult and competing in far bigger stages than before. Of course, Victor still surpassed him, but he needed to pass the torch to someone when he retired, and Yuri was close to beating him.

"I told you about knocking Yuri. It is disrespectful to walk into someone's room," he complains.

"Yeah yeah. Whatever Victor. Who's your poor little victim now?"

"Don't be rude Yuri. This is Yuuri. The son of the owners."

"Another Yuri? How annoying."

"You are right! Two Yuri's! How delightful." At that, Victor lights up brighter than the morning sun on the ocean outside. He almost squeals with excitement as he looks between the clothed Yuuri on his floor and the robed Yuri at his door. The blonde steps closer to him, both wonderfully comfortable with each other. They look to each other, now side hugging quite sensually, until two mouths collide with a hint of a moan.

Yuuri's world broke. He just watched his idol kiss his pupil. He didn't know they had a relationship like that! He guessed that was what happened when your coach was Victor Nikiforov. He sighed, looking to the floor dejected until a delicate hand pointed him up.

"Now don't go feeling excluded Yuuri. I found you in my room, so you are joining me for the night. Yuri is a part of it too, so don't worry about him."

Join him? What did Victor mean by that? Yuuri sat there, his expression still confused, until lips met his. He moaned loudly into it, the sound becoming lost in Victor's mouth as he met him with a kiss. They held there for a moment, Victor playing with Yuuri, before he backed away and smiled. "Feel good? You can have that all night or you can leave now. Just know, you will not be allowed to share this with anyone." He winks.

Yuuri nods to Victor. "So, you're in for the night?" Victor confirms. Yuuri nods again. Grinning, Victor pulls Yuuri to his feet and hugs him. "Good! Because you are just the cutest, my little obsessed fan!" He laughs and spins Yuuri around. Yuuri's mind spins with it, unable to grasp what was happening until he was set back on the ground and stripped from his clothes. Yuuri was wearing some lounging wear, mostly in his room earlier until the news of Victor's arrival had met him. He was pulled out of his shirt and sweats, by Victor, standing there now in his underwear. Yuri still had his robe on, smirking as he studied the fanboy of Victor's. Deciding he was overdressed, Yuri let the article fall from his body. Now showing his slim beauty, Yuri joined the other two in nudity. He left Yuuri to be the most clothed of the trio.

Yuuri looked to the two men in the room with him. Victor was tall, slender, and built. Yuri was shorter, slim, and beautiful. Then there was Yuuri. Short, pudgy, and unimpressive. It wasn't true, but it was how he felt. Yuuri was not toned. He had a flat stomach, was taller than average, but shorter than Victor, and a natural beauty to him even in his lack of "shape." Victor loved it. An unchiseled body to be refined through the art of their sport. Guys like this were his favorite. They were full of potential and promise. And Yuuri was nowhere short of that for him. It was a special form of beauty Yuuri did not grasp because all he knew was Victor's greatness.

Victor reached his hands out and wrapped them over Yuuri's waist, holding him in front of him and looked into his eyes. "Look at me Yuuri." He does. "You are beautiful. I see your eyes are clouded in self-loathing, but you should not think such things of yourself. You are a beautiful man, and I would not keep you in my room if I did not believe so."

"Really?" Yuuri asks, his entire world turned upside down right now.

"Truthfully, yes." Victor nods and kisses Yuuri on the cheek, making him blush more.

"Stop being such a sap Victor!" the short hot head snaps. His cock throbbed with need as he stood there with a begging erection.

"Oh Yuri. You're always so needy. It's a good thing I brought the perfect man to feed you." Victor winks at Yuri. "Now, it is time for your punishment for sneaking into my room," he giggles to Yuuri.

Yuuri could not figure out what was going on. One moment, he was standing, the next, he was on Victor's bed. His underwear lowered as two faces brought themselves around his cock. He whined and moaned as he was promptly pleased from two mouths. Victor on the left side, Yuri on the right. The two wrapped their lips around Yuuri's cock. They licked from bottom to top, covering the shaft in saliva and worshiping the tip to make Yuuri sing more. He covers his mouth. He could not hold back the noises he made. It was a battle, and he was losing it quick. Yuuri took only a few seconds before his orgasm arose. His balls tightened and he shook suddenly, the prospect of the ultimate pleasure bubbling up. It rose, ready to release, until the mouths left his body, and Yuuri shook on the bed. Sweat formed on his forehead, and he looked down in a needy desire of the professionals at his feet.

"Why did you stop?" he whines.

"Did you think you earned an orgasm little piggy? This is your punishment for breaking into Victor's room," Yuri snidely remarks. Victor only winks in affirmation, and Yuuri sighs in contempt. Then a metal rod was pulled into Victor's hand.

"What is that for?" Yuuri quivers. He had never looked up sounding directly, but he had been told about it before. A friend of his explained it to him once, leaving him astounded that something like that could be done. He remembered studying his own dick that night, looking into the slit and wondering if it even felt good for something to go down there. And now, he was met with it directly.

The metal was colder than the ice he loved so dearly. At least it felt like that. Yuuri almost screamed, and Yuri used his hand to cover his mouth as Victor pushed the rod into his penis. It slipped down, blocking the way for Yuuri to be able to cum. He licked his lips, proud of his work as it rested in place. It was lodged pretty deep, very unlikely to slip out. Yuuri was fascinated. He felt the pain of something unnatural occurring to his body, but there was a twisted pleasure to it, the taboo nature of the moment and the sight of Victor giving him that dominatingly starving stare.

The pair stand up, towering over Yuuri on the bed. He meekly looks to them, feeling the glare of these hungry beasts ready to consume him. Victor goes for Yuuri's face and Yuri goes for his neck. Their mouths moved from one head to the other as they smothered Yuuri in bites and nibbles, leaving a couple of hickeys there too. Yuri reaches down and pours out some lube into Victor's hand behind the back of the distracted victim, and Victor applies it to Yuuri's hole. His finger slips in, earning a hissing moan, and he works him open. Yuuri had experience with objects up his ass, but the hand of his idol was another thing. It added a whole extra layer of delight. He could not get over it.

A second finger joins in soon enough, Yuuri feeling close yet again. Each time he got close the rod in his dick blocked him. This time, he felt a stronger reaction. It was boiling instead now. The need to cum heated inside of him, and Victor felt it. He removed his fingers, and Yuri, from Yuuri's body, leaving him high and dry once more. His moans, the rise and fall of his chest, and his twisted face of need turned him on incredibly. He loved this game immensely, and he needed to continue.

Moving to the bed, next to Yuuri, Victor nuzzles his neck. "I'm going to move you. Hope you're ready," he snickers. Yuuri looks over, confused again, and shifts suddenly from sitting to laying atop Victor. Beneath his ass, Yuuri felt Victor's cock resting into him. He could feel it wanting to enter him. He could feel the desire from the man beneath him. Smiling to him, he grinds himself a bit, shifting his ass more into Victor and giving him a slight tease. As he did, a cold drip of lube spread over him, smothering his crack in the viscous liquid. Then, a hand, from the other Yuri, guides Victor's cock into Yuuri. The tip pushes in, Yuuri now pushing back to meet it, and he takes Victor whole. The cock slides into him, eliciting more moans as Victor watches Yuuri's face contort in pleasure. He reaches a hand down to caress Yuuri's cock, brushing it with his fingers as he rode Victor. It almost made him cry from stimulation, a need to cum overflowing inside him. He moans, sitting up on Victor and fully riding him now. He moves up and down his cock as Yuri kneels behind him, resting his head into his shoulder. Yuuri looks over to the blonde, watching him smirk to Victor and then turn to his ear.

"Isn't he beautiful? The man of your dreams, beneath you as you take him. You're lucky he fulfilled this dream of yours, piggy. He normally leaves fans hanging." He chuckles and slips a hand down to Yuuri's ass. Yuri adds a finger beside Victor's cock, penetrating Yuuri even more. He screams again. Victor pulls Yuuri down, making out with him to muffle the sound. Yuri took advantage of Yuuri, the position opening him up more. He pushes a second finger in, now spreading him open even wider than before. Yuuri only gets louder, Victor's mouth doing wonders to keep anyone outside the room ignorant of the fun happening inside. Yuri worked Yuuri more until he felt ready. Adding more lube to his ass, and his own cock, Yuri pushes himself in beside Victor, adding his cock inside Yuuri.

Two cocks were now inside him. The celebrity of his dreams and his pupil now shared Yuuri. Both fucked into him, feeling his ass and how tight it felt around their shared lengths. Yuri and Victor could not help but moan either, the experience being a lot for them too. Yuri had to control himself since he was not muffled, so he began kissing into Yuuri's neck again, the three now sandwiched together. Two Yuri's on top of Victor, and two skating masters inside the lucky fan. Two cocks shared him now, his own cock still plugged by the rod. Pretty soon, Yuri and Victor felt an orgasm rising. They looked to each other, breaking their mouths from their kissing, and shared an unspoken agreement. Victor slowly worked the rod out of Yuuri, making him moan and whine, until it was removed. Yuuri was first. His orgasm struck hard, making him cum all over Victor's face and hair, some even hitting the wall behind his bed. His muscles tightened as he screamed into the room, and Victor and Yuri dumped their own loads into Yuuri. The orgasm shared between three, one cock spraying Victor, the others filling Yuuri. It was a beautiful mess of intense proportions.

Finishing together, all three also descended from cloud nine together. They heaved a heavy breath, catching air together. Feeling a bit compressed, both Yuri's rise a bit to give Victor some space. They all shared a dopey grin, looking at each other as they realized what had happened. Once recovered, Yuuri laid back down and hugged Victor tightly.

"Thank you, Victor. I'm glad you caught me in your room," he laughs.

"Don't worry about it Yuuri. I planned on getting you in here one way or another." Victor joins the laughter, the contagious nature affecting Yuri too. The blonde looks down to them, his eyes softening as he notices a bond blossoming between the pair, he was a part of. It didn't bother him. Yuri had a crush on another guy, and him and Victor's flings were only because of constantly traveling together. He was almost grateful to have another option for his coach, hoping to pass on his position to this other Yuuri. A dashing Otabek did call Yuri's name. Pulling out, Yuuri was left empty of cock, and they all shifted around on the bed. Yuuri and Victor laid in each other's arms as Yuri redressed and went to head out.

"Why are you leaving Yurio?" Victor asks.

"To make a call. I think you have a new man who would love to please you," Yuri winks.

Victor cheers. "Otabek will be elated to hear from you!" Yuri blushes, being called out, and rushes out of the room to make his call. Victor laughs, causing Yuuri to giggle too, and the pair share a sweet night in bed together, definitely going for some more rounds before falling asleep.

Chapter 17: Day 16: A Quick Fix

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"Since when did this get here?" A silent thought, but the clearest of them, crosses Shiratori's mind as he sits in the bathroom, using it, not for its intended purpose, but to simply get a break from work, and live in the shame of having an erection in public. He had turned twenty and he thought he had grown out of that awkward teenage habit, but it still haunted him. He has his pants pulled down, sitting on the cold porcelain, bare ass, and studies his annoying dick. It almost felt like it was staring back at him. Shiratori groans in a strained sigh, looking around his stall, and notices the thing his mind focused on so clearly.

A glory hole. A hole in the bathroom stall used to transfer glory, in his workplace. If having an erection is not embarrassing enough, catching this makes it ten times worse. Shiratori leans over, almost putting his face to it. It was a glory hole. That was certain. Perfect height, size, placement, and all in a bathroom. He wondered who would have done such a thing, and only one name came to mind.

The door opens, snapping Shiratori back to sitting normally, his hard-on doing nothing to shrink in the time of his investigation. He remains silent, almost trying to stifle his breath as if he were in a horror movie. The stall next to him, the neighbor with the gloryhole, opens and closes, becoming occupied in a moment. Shiratori wondered who it could have been, trying to see through the hole, until someone's eye meets his and he falls to the floor.

"Caught ya!" the confident, booming voice of Miyazumi echoes across the room. "I didn't take you for such a curious guy Shiratori." The voice teased him, making him blush.

"Miyazumi! You scared me is all," he tries to recover. "And you are no more innocent than I am. You looked through the hole too."

"I'll give you that. But normally a shitting guy can't look into it so clearly." Shiratori found Miyazumi crude, and this was no different.

"Yeah? And you looked into it from standing, so how did you even know it was there?" Shiratori challenges.

"Because I made it," Miyazumi replies casually. Shiratori's mind explodes. His theory was correct! But he did not know if he should feel celebratory or disappointed in Miyazumi for being that predictable.

"Of course you did," Shiratori scoffs. From the sounds of it, Miyazumi had been standing there for the entire conversation. The only thing he did was drop his pants, so he was confused about what the other guy was doing over there.

"Is that supposed to mean something?" Miyazumi presses.

"Not at all. It's just that you are predictable and anyone could have guessed it was you."

"Or were you hoping it would be me?" Shiratori pauses over Miyazumi's words to think, feeling slightly embarrassed by the prospect, but found a response no less.

"Nope. It is just, no one else would do such a thing, so, by process of elimination, I figured it was you."

"Smart man. But I still have a thought you wanted it to be me so you could watch me use it," Miyazumi teases.

"Did you come here because you knew I was using the bathroom and wanted to use it yourself?" Shiratori attempts to deflect.

"Nope. I saw your erection when you came to the bathroom and figured you would want some help."

"What the-" Shiratori was dumbfounded. He looked to his penis, the thing still harder than ever, and looked to the wall as if to look to Miyazumi. "And what if I said you were wrong?" he challenges.

"Then, I would leave and say nothing of it, but you would have to live with an erection all day or me knowing that you dealt with it yourself. Don't worry though. I have a similar problem and plan on dealing with it too. One way or another."

"Do whatever you want then." Shiratori sighs in contempt. As if to take him literally, Miyazumi turns and pushes his cock through the hole. A decently big erection points right to Shiratori. It was long, thick, and quite large. It fits Miyazumi's personality. Shiratori looks to it, the object entering his vision quite tempting to appease. He was curious about Miyazumi, and had been, in this way, for a while. He knew he was bisexual, and assumed Miyazumi to be gay, but he did not think this would be the way their first meeting would go.

Giving in, Shiratori reaches down and grabs the penis, answering Miyazumi's unspoken request with another action. He wraps his hand around it, slowly stroking it, letting that white skin move over the pink tip. He then pulls it back and reaches out his tongue to lick over it. The man on the other side moans, and Shiratori moves his mouth down the length. He takes it the entire way. It was not too difficult for him, Shiratori being used to the toys he had, so he did what he thought felt best. He sucked his coworker off, giving him a delicate, delicious blow job through the wall. Miyazumi was definitely quick to cum, lasting about two minutes. He had been a bit pent up all day, and Shiratori's bulge did nothing to make that better. So, he cums right down Shiratori's throat with a decently loud moan. Shiratori swallows it, letting Miyazumi finish inside him so they wouldn't make a mess, and then lets it fall from his mouth. He stands, realizing his own problem had yet to be fixed. Annoyed, and needy, he left his own stall and entered Miyazumi's, much to his surprise.

"Shiratori! What are you doing over here?" he asks, suddenly, and uncharacteristically flustered. Shiratori only grins in response, looking Miyazumi up and down.

"Strip. It's my turn now," he commands. Miyazumi's eyes flicker between shock and lust. His hands make quick work of his shirt, opening it up to show off his gorgeous, older abs. He had 12 years on his coworker, but the guy was taking control now. Shiratori studied him, his shirt wide open and pants at his ankles. Perfect.

"Turn over and bend over the toilet," Shiratori continues. Miyazumi places himself over the bowl, his hands resting on the upper deck, and his body hovering over the closed seat. He turns his head back to watch Shiratori and notices him reaching for his pants. He finds a sharpie in a pocket and pulls it out. Miyazumi watches Shiratori lick it into his mouth and then bring it down to stick into his ass.

"Did not think you were this kinky Shiratori," Miyazumi moans.

"Says the one who made a glory hole at his workplace," Shiratori responds. Miyazumi gives him a look to say, "touché." He looks back down at the toilet and feels the sharpie enter his ass. It was small, but the idea of an object using him was definitely an experience. Miyazumi did not expect to enjoy it this much.

The sharpie did as much as it could do before two fingers replaced it. Shiratori worked his index and middle into Miyazumi, opening him up for a true prep. He scissored them open, spreading Miyazumi wide, giving him the space for a third finger, and then removed them. Feeling satisfied, Shiratori brought his cock up, his pants at his ankle now, his suit around his side, and his shirt lifted slightly. He pressed into Miyazumi, making him moan again, and pushed his cock inside.

"That's it Miyazumi. Take your coworker's cock. You know you love it when the younger guys control you. You've wanted this even before you made that hole," Shiratori degrades. Miyazumi was incredibly turned on. Being degraded and fucked by his younger coworker in his workplace bathroom was a fantasy he did not think would have happened. Now, Shiratori penetrated him, thrusting hard, as he moaned loudly over a toilet. It was dirty, but damn was it sexy.

Shiratori continues his rough movements, a rough slap echoing through the space. He was also pent up and had been for most the day. Then, the blowjob and everything had just happened, leaving the guy worse off. So, he was also close. Lasting longer than Miyazumi earlier, however, Shiratori took his coworker to heaven, bringing them to a shared, intense orgasm. Shiratori did start it, his penis filling Miyazumi up first, but soon enough, cum was painting the toilet beneath them as Miyazumi felt pleasured. Their kinky fantasy, now reality, came down to Earth as they caught their breath and recovered from the moment. Shiratori pulled out. He allowed Miyazumi to turn back and give him a smile.

"That was great. Wanna do it again tomorrow?" he asks, half joking.

"You better be here. The moment I see you walking over is when I'll join you," Shiratori winks. He wipes his cock off, throwing the paper into the toilet he had to open, reclothes his body, and walks out of the bathroom after washing his hands, leaving Miyazumi alone to recover and take everything in. Tomorrow. He so looked forward to tomorrow.

Chapter 18: Day 17: Fervently Filling a Years-Old Gap

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Blindfold wrapped around his mouth, his robe off his shoulders, a vibrating plug in his ass, sweat dripping down his skin, and a hand caressing his neck and right butt cheek. Quiet whimpers escaped his voice, slipping out the cracks of the black band over him. His eyes squinted in discomfort and pleasure, almost crying. A blush covered his face and most of his body. Nipples tense, body shaking, penis leaking. A remote is in his hands, pink and obtrusive against the black clothing draping from him. It controlled the plug stimulating his ass. Yet he had no control.

It was a nice peaceful afternoon. The sun was low, getting to rise onto another cold, bitter, yet warm and bright winter day. Gojo and Geto sat together, two friends that parted once before, now recollecting on days past. They reminisced of a teenage childhood they previously shared. One of joy, laughter, summer skies, and pain. One where they failed for the first time, losing to a formidable opponent, and it strained their relationship. But now, after fighting an intense battle, cursing each other with all of their vehement desire, they sat together and laughed. Gojo's students had gone off somewhere, resting from the intensity of this battle. It was Christmas day, a holiday that celebrates the love one holds for another, far deeper than Valentine's Day could dream of. It celebrates all love. The love of your family, friends, and romantic partners. In this moment, Gojo and Geto loved each other. It rekindled from a previous pining in high school, now blossoming out of the burnt ground of where they once stood. Their smiles never left their faces, leaving them tearful and sore in the jaw.

The night turned into day, and the two stayed awake. Never sleeping as if to allow time to slow down. They resolved the qualm that started this battle, letting Yuta find his love again, and went off to recover their own. They made their way over to Gojo's room, lounging on the bed for a long while. They talked about nothing and everything. They filled each other in on the gaps they didn't live. They recalled more stories of their childhood. Gojo talked about Megumi, and Geto talked about Nanako and Mimiko. They did not shut up for hours. The sun rose into the sky, now peeking through their window. It shed a golden light over them, the first they had shared in years. The sun warmed their cheeks and they turned to each other, sharing a new smile before leaning into each other, closing the gap that grew for too long, and shared a light, simple kiss. Their lips felt soft. Something they had not known in their time apart. Gojo coped with heartless hook ups, and Geto coped by never seeing anyone romantically or sexually again. They were each other's firsts, and the heartbreak managed to destroy them in different ways. Now, together again, they felt that spark no one else could give them. Gojo found it out through experimentation, and Geto simply knew it to be fact.

They looked at each other for the first time. Geto studied Gojo's awfully blue eyes, and Gojo studied Geto's plain brown eyes. Then, their gaze dropped down to the other's lips, seeing the figure that caressed them seconds ago. Gojo's crept up into his trickster grin, and Geto's followed, giving him an eyeroll. Laughing again, Geto's hands wrap around Gojo's face, kissing him more, adding passion and desire into it. They began heating up, their kisses lasting longer, diving deeper, and slipping in a bit of tongue. It could not be helped. Both of them were insatiable. An untouched man and an overly touched man that lacked satisfaction. Years kept them apart, and seconds saw them jumping head first. If they were slowing time earlier, they could not move fast enough now. Gojo's hands slid around Geto's back, wrapping him into a hug, and rolled him over to lay on top of him.

Their lips dance together, tongues fighting harder than when they fought before. Moans slipped from Geto. Gojo muffled them with his mouth. His blindfold had never left his head. He lifted it earlier, so he and Geto could really see each other, also removing his limitless ability. Now he held Geto above him, sliding his blindfold off and putting it over Geto's eyes. Geto inhaled deeply, shock eliciting it, as he looked into the black expanse of fabric. Gojo's stunning beauty escaped his vision, and all he had was feeling and smell. He remembered him being a freak, but Geto did not recall Gojo going this far before they parted. Their meeting was shifting from a remembrance of old sentiment to an exploration of something far more erotic.

Gojo began teasing Geto more. His tongue stopped filling his mouth, and it moved down his neck. He licked over the open skin, brushing over him lightly to hear all of his needy moans. He loved pulling them from Geto, almost controlling his voice like he was licking out every single sound. Gojo then flipped them over. Geto was beneath him now. It did not matter where he was; Gojo was in control, and Geto knew it. Gaining easier access, his tongue licked longer strokes, touching over the collar bone and then up to the jaw. Geto arched back, his head pushing into the pillow and body lifting up from the bed. He did not want to move away from it, but Gojo's tongue was difficult to manage. Moans continued to fill the room, until Gojo suddenly stopped.

No longer feeling him, Geto registered the weight of his situation. He laid there, in his robe, unknowing of the next moves of his partner. He felt hands strip the obligatory shorts he wore underneath so he could not flash anyone, but that was it. He was left alone in a bed, unable to see anything around him, and only able to guess what could happen next. He heard shuffling, the opening of a drawer, scrambling to find something, and more movement. A sharply small, low pitched sound pierced his ear, leaving Geto more confused, but that was all he knew. It sounded like a low buzzing of an insect, too heavy for its massive wings, speedily working in overdrive to keep itself in the air. Suddenly, a cold object pressed into his ass, and that low vibration began its work at Geto. His body reacted at once, his back arching and shooting him upwards. His cock tented his robe as he practically fucked into it from his movements. Geto writhed in the feeling, his untouched body now being overwhelmed by every feeling. Lacking sight, he had a heightened awareness of the vibration and the touch of his robe. He heated up, sweat producing over his covered skin, everything becoming too much. The only thing to break it was a respite opening of the top of his robe. Gojo opened his garment, exposing his chest to his nipples, and moved the blindfold from Geto's eyes to his mouth.

Geto's eyes adjusted, the light of the room a bit overwhelming now. He looked at Gojo, watching him consume him visually. His black long-sleeve shirt had one button loose, now showing slight cleavage of his much more built body. The both of them had definitely matured in many ways since high school, and their bodies showed it the most. Well, maybe lesser than Gojo's new interests. Geto could see him again, and he was being lifted from the bed. Gojo grabbed Geto's arm, pulling him to standing at the foot of the bed, past where he stood, and against the wall across from it. He leaned Geto into it, his hand instinctively propping himself against it to hold him there, clenching down as he was touched again. A blindfold wrapped around his mouth, his robe drooped off his shoulders, a plug vibrated in his ass, sweat dripped down his skin, and a hand caressed his neck and right butt cheek.

Geto was melting with his robe. As more skin became exposed, the more he felt like he was losing himself to Gojo. His mind kept slipping in and out, playing with his ability to think. He continuously moaned now, nothing breaking up his voice except strained breaths. The vibrator only increased in intensity, and Gojo placed its remote into his hand. He whispers into his ear. Words about control, him having it, but not being allowed to use it, broke up in Geto's mind, confusing him and flying past his mind. He cried, his tear slick eyes turning to Gojo, as he nodded in response. Geto was too outside of his mind to form words. Not that the gag around his mouth would have allowed it. Gojo smirked, receiving the confirmation he needed, and reached over to another item he prepped when he left Geto on the bed. A new machine, something that would work the needy erection throbbing underneath Geto's robe.

A hands free masturbator enveloped Geto. He shuddered, feeling it rise from his cock to his head. He moved to look down, but Gojo's hand stop him, making him look straight forward and gripping down a bit tighter. More commands of obey, don't look down, and don't cum, cycled through Geto's deaf ears. What was he supposed to do? His senses were too attached to feeling everything. A machine in his ass, a machine taking his dick, hands over his skin, sweat dripping down and a robe covering half of him. Gojo continued to monopolize his discomfort. Pushing the machine to take every inch he sported and pressing his fingers over the button of the remote to increase the vibrations. Geto's body shivered from the increase, and he came. Machines were removed from his body. He broke Gojo's command to hold it in, and now he was going to live the punishment.

He ripped the robe off his body, a loose sash doing nothing to hold it on to him anymore as he was rendered naked. Geto looked down at his body, the glistening reflection of light over his sweat, a slick cock of cum, and a flushed tone covering him. He then turned his gaze to Gojo's feeling a hand return to his face and force him back to the wall. He was bent over a bit more. Gojo's free hand coiled itself before flying to Geto, slapping his ass hard, turning him redder than he was before. Geto's ass stung for a while after Gojo left him. He was untouched again, his body free from the hands that twisted pain into pleasure. He looked back to see Gojo stepping away to grab something else. What was in his closet? Why was it in his closet? Geto noticed a secret door that was hidden behind closed closet doors. Gojo opened it, revealing something resembling an office but with gear not fit for work. Gojo pointed inside the room, glaring angrily at Geto to get him inside the room. Geto walked towards Gojo, fear and attraction mixing in his brain, and he entered the room.

Inside were two central items. A chair looking piece that had a split seat and solid back and a machine that had gears and rotational devices with a dildo attached to it. Geto looked at it with half horror as behind him, Gojo brought him into a back hug. He had stripped. No. Gojo had opened his clothes up more, exposing his body while still wearing something. His shirt was unbuttoned, except for the last button, holding it over his waist as his pants were left open and his cock pulled out. It rubbed against Geto's ass, reminding him of his own nudity, and just how sexy Gojo was. He throbbed in desire, his erection regrowing and Gojo put his mouth into his neck. He bit a hickey where he landed, making Geto moan as his ass was squeezed and touched over. Gojo was groping him, tricking him into a false sense of security as he was moved to the chair with the split seat. Standing in front of it now, Geto had his hand in Gojo's hair and his head leaned back. He finally looked down to see the furniture in front of him when Gojo stopped. Gojo snickered into his neck, rubbing the hickey deeper into him, and he pushed him forward.

Geto caught himself at the top of the back of the seat, his hands gripped into uncomfortable slats of wood. He could feel how hard the thing was, wondering if he was supposed to sit in it or hover above it, and hoped it was the latter. His knees were nudged into the chair. Gojo had pushed him, making Geto kneel on the chair, his legs spreading to accommodate for the split it was made to have. His ass was now spread open for Gojo, and he finally presented the spanking switch he collected earlier. Geto did not hear him mention punishment, but he knew he was supposed to count to ten, any mistakes meaning a restart in the count. The first contact was made, and Geto forced out a strained one. The word shook with his voice, unable to be said clearly, but it was enough for Gojo. Gojo kept spanking, and Geto counted, taking each hit one at a time. He was smacked. And smacked. And smacked. Counting. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Until he reached nine and could not say the word. Gojo listened, mocking Geto's mistake by leaning towards him, and he cackled devilishly.

He restarted. Gojo made Geto begin at one once more. He repeated their earlier process. He took his time between smacks, making sure Geto felt every sting of the stick. He was fully red now, his ass discolored from being abused. He counted again, this time successful. Ten slipped through his lips like honey, the sweet relief of knowing the punishment was finished. This part of the punishment at least. Geto lived in the blissful ignorance of not knowing Gojo's plan. Ten was his new favorite word, taking him away from nineteen spanks from a stick and another from Gojo's hand. Gojo reached down and rubbed Geto, making him wince, and then backed away. Geto instinctively went to look over his shoulder, but a new instinct alarmed him against doing it, so as to avoid angering Gojo again.

Gojo chuckled to himself, noticing the self-correction, and realized he was really twisting Geto's mind. One thought loved it. That devil on his shoulder cackled louder, declaring he should continue. And the angel told him he better be grateful for studying aftercare so deeply. Gojo adjusted the machine, bringing it closer to Geto, appreciating the wheels he installed on it. The dildo on the machine pressed to his ass. It was not a big toy, but it would definitely be felt. Especially with the power this machine could apply. Geto hissed as he felt the cold plastic move to his hole. He heard a click of a lever switch behind him, and the dildo slowly moved into him. It penetrated him, adding one inch at a time. Pretty soon, it fully lodged inside of him. Geto was made to take the entire length, Gojo switching the machine off for a moment for him to adjust. Right before Geto felt comfortable, the dildo was moved out, reinserted, removed, and reinserted. The process was more consistent, more repetitive, and more painstaking than Gojo's spanking. Something about the patterned predictability messed Geto's mind up more than waiting between spanks. Gojo turned up the speed, and then flipped the setting on that basically turned on the machine's autopilot. It would increase speed and intensity until it reached the maximum mode Gojo selected. He was kind to Geto in this sense, giving him a slow build up, and a low bar to reach. Yet he knew Geto would struggle all the same.

Now in front of him, Gojo caressed his chin. He smirked at Geto, making him lock eyes. He studied the pained expression, the gag over his mouth he had yet to remove, and the needy nature of his body responding to the machine. Gojo knew Geto came earlier, and he planned on milking one more load from him with the machine, but he needed to feel good too. Watching someone in pain could only do so much for him. He lowered his blindfold from Geto's mouth, giving him access to something he blocked off earlier. He then placed his cock to Geto's lips, holding his face at the tip, and commanded for Geto to open up. Complying, Geto opened his mouth. Gojo pushed his cock in. He took Geto's mouth for himself. It felt amazing. The warmth of him, the softness of his tongue, the smothering sensation of being inside someone. He was in heaven.

Gojo let his cock rest inside Geto's mouth, making him take in that sweaty taste from having been in his pants for that long. He was unshowered, being a bit disgusting on Geto's tongue, but he loved it. Everything Gojo gave him he grew to love. He had missed this man so intensely, it only made sense for their first meeting back to be as intense. Pretty soon, Gojo was moving to his own accord, using Geto as he felt like, the machine reaching that highest setting as well. Both ends of Geto fucked into him. A dildo on a machine using his ass, and a penis on a disorienting man using his mouth. He did not expect this to be where he found himself on any day, let alone at the beginning lights of Christmas morning, but what better way was there to express your love? For Gojo and Geto, the kinkiest, dirtiest, steamiest, sexiest session of their lives, shared and unshared, was the best and only gift they needed. The intensity of pleasureful pain, and their twisted, found love, brought both men to an exquisite orgasm. Both came harder than they had in their lives, Gojo having to pull out of Geto's mouth because he felt nervous he would choke. Geto was the only mess here. His cock sprayed down beneath him, leaving a puddle on the floor, and his face was coated in Gojo. The white liquid dripped into his hair and down his face. Geto closed his eyes until Gojo removed a drip away from them. He used his thumb, removing the problem quickly so he wouldn't hurt Geto further. He removed the machine shortly after. It was programmed to sense an orgasm, as per Gojo's kindness, and slow down until it stopped outside the receiver. Moving it away, Gojo helped Geto up from the chair he uncomfortably rested on.

"I love you, Suguru." Gojo whispers into his ear.

"I love you too, Satoru," Geto replies.

Supporting his weight completely, Gojo held Geto in a hug. They smile a kiss once more. Gojo had to lift Geto into his arms and carry him to his bathroom. Gojo prepared a bath, stripped, and prepped some lotions, bath salts, inflammation relaxants, and more. Geto laughed as Gojo got ready, questioning him where he had so much for sex. Gojo admitted he had many fantasies with other partners but held out for Geto. Both of them shared another bout of laughter, their mood shifting from their session, as Gojo lifted Geto into the tub, rinsing them up, and then filling it with water to sit in. Now, comfortably in his arms, Geto relaxed into Gojo, letting his love smother him in a comforting way, soreness taking over his body. Geto had not been happier before. Even high school did not beat this moment. Both Geto and Gojo together. They found each other again, caught up on life, closed the gap they formed over the years with words and intense fucking, and now settled down with the sweetest care either of them experienced. Finishing the bath, Gojo lathered Geto in soothing lotions and massaged his body, their nudity no longer being sexual, but resembling a growing comfort they reformed on this Christmas morning. Neither of them could have asked for a better day, even when they slipped into a deep, much needed sleep, and slept the rest of the day away.

Chapter 19: Day 18: Warming Up In Barcelona

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Having recently competed, everyone was holding their own celebrations for the night. For Phichit, celebrating was inviting his friends out to dinner. A ton of skaters went out together to celebrate the conclusion of the Barcelona competition. He and a large group ate dinner, enjoyed drinks, and talked about everything their lives held. Next to him sat Leo de la Iglesia. Phichit comes from Thailand, and when he got to see everyone, he loved taking full advantage of it. Especially seeing his best friend Yuuri. He caught Victor and Yuuri wearing gold bands around their left ring finger, and he realized his feelings for the Japanese skater were not mutual. Not wanting to live in disappointment, Phichit toasted the couple, making a scene on the patio of this restaurant. Under a cacophony of cheers, Leo noticed a slight sadness in Phichit's eye, giving him a look of concern before enjoying the rest of the night as well.

The pair stayed in the same hotel. Leo and Phichit decided to walk together, the warm buzz of their drinks making them tipsy on the lit streets they wandered down. They found their hotel with ease. It helped that the restaurant was nearby. Entering, Leo walked Phichit to his room, the pair's conversation not ending, and both of them wanting to continue the night. They sat on the bed together, both of them laughing the night away. Stories about their careers, previous competitions, home life, and more flew from their mouths. Then, the topic of Yuuri was brought up.

"I saw you, at dinner. You know? Looking at Yuuri with a disappointed glare. Is it because of Victor?" Leo asks.

"Yeah," Phichit replies softly.

"I'm sorry." Leo attempts to console him.

"It's whatever. I've been attached to him for too long anyway. That's the problem about skating. Unless you train together, you never see each other." Phichit collapses onto his bed, flailing dramatically with a heavy groan.

"True. It's no wonder everyone just hooks up during competition season." Leo laughs awkwardly.

"Exactly! There is no romance or feeling! Everyone just wants some and then leaves. Half of them are closeted too which makes it worse."

"Tell me about it. I've been trying to find out how Michele swings for years. But he's too focused on his sister. It's kind of creepy."

"Michele? Really? He's so annoying! But I can't blame you. At least he's better than JJ."

"At least he is better than JJ," Leo replies. The conversation lulls, slowing down and Leo looks to Phichit. Now that he thought about it, the guy was pretty cute. He didn't really think about it before, but he was definitely looking at him this way now. It made things awkward. How was Leo supposed to further the night, or how did he plan to get Phichit to agree to a hookup even after dissing them.

"Not that I am too mad about hookups. Relieves some pent up stress, and the guys can be pretty hot," Leo adds.

"True. Sometimes after a competition, it's nice to blow off some steam. Especially when both of you lost," Phichit laughs.

"That sounds personal."

"It is. That was a very fun night." Phichit sighs and looks over to Leo. The guy was also cute, he was noticing. But he did not want a hookup. He just wanted to talk, maybe make a friend, and go to bed. Phichit did not "get in the mood" as often as others, but tonight was one of those where he did feel horny, and a blowjob sounded tempting, but he wasn't sure he wanted to do that with Leo. Nice guy, cute and all, but not where he wanted to go.

Leo looked to Phichit, his eyes exploring his clothed body. They had taken off their jackets and shoes when they entered the room, but they still wore clothes. Leo wanted to change that. He looked to Phichit, meeting his gaze, and put a hand on his body. He rested it on his chest. Leo appreciated the simplicity of his figure. It was something skating did not offer that much. A skinnier guy with some muscle, but nothing overly pronounced, figured, or obnoxious. Phichit looked at the hand Leo laid on him and then back to Leo.

"Are you insinuating something here?" he asks, concerned and confused. "Because I don't think that is where I want to go tonight."

"I was. But I think you're lying to me, Phichit. I can tell. You want to get your mind off Yuuri, but you're afraid of hurting me." Leo made Phichit blush. "And you've had a hard on for a while now. Why not deal with it?"

"Leo," Phichit begins but falls silent. Leo smirks, moving his hand down and chuckles softly.

"If you want me to stop, you can always say the word." He winks, continuing to move on down until he reaches Phichit's waist. He pauses, giving Phichit a look of question, wondering if he would be stopped, but he wasn't. Leo slipped his fingers beneath the pants, moving into the black jeans Phichit wore to dinner. He feels the buckle above his knuckle. He feels the warmth of Phichit's skin. And he hears the sudden gasp of air Phichit inhales as he notices Leo's touch too. Leo continues to move his hand down until he brushes on something new. The tip of a penis, warmer than the rest, hit Leo's finger and caused Phichit to shudder. Leo smiles, turning his gaze to the location of his hand, and he opens up Phichit's jeans.

The hand inside moves them down, exposing Phichit to the hotel room. Leo licks his lips, studying the length. It was brown, long, a bit skinnier, resting over some pubic hair, and it looked quite nice. Leo leans in, his head moving down, and rests above Phichit's stomach. He flicks his tongue out, licking over that dark head, and begins to swallow Phichit into his mouth. The poor skater's mind raced with contradicting thoughts. Leo's mouth was warm, but his mind was conflicted. Phichit saw his entire cock swallowed. Leo had taken him entirely. He let out a moan, and Leo lifted his head, giving Phichit a devious grin.

"Now you're enjoying yourself," he teases. Leo shifts, moving to an easier position, and begins blowing Phichit. He did not want to make things quick, but he also wanted to move on to himself. Phichit was feeling close. His orgasm rose inside him, ready to burst. He wanted to give Leo warning, moaning out a very weak, "close," before Leo pushed his mouth down onto Phichit and sucks his load from his cock. He swallows it down, letting the cum fill his mouth first, and pulls off when Phichit finishes.

Smirking, Leo turns to look at Phichit's flustered face, asking, "Want to return the favor? Or is that all you got?"

Phichit sighs and gives in to Leo. "Nah. I need the distraction." Grinning, Leo removes his shirt and pulls his pants down just enough to show off his cock. Tan, thicker but shorter, also under pubic hair, Leo now exposed himself to Phichit. If he hadn’t thought about it before, he definitely thought it now. Leo was hot. Phichit almost wished he appreciated that sooner, but now he was going to take that for himself.

Leo moves up Phichit, now above his chest as he almost sits on the guy. His knees keep him up and he presents his penis to Phichit. "Go ahead," Leo offers. Phichit rolls his eyes, opening his mouth and licking his tongue over Leo. Leo shudders and moans, making Phichit grin. He sucks Leo into his mouth, worshiping the head for a moment and swirls his tongue around it. Leo sighs. Phichit was quite beautiful in this position. He then moves his cock into his mouth and makes him take the entire thing. Phichit works it down his throat successfully, until Leo pulls it out.

"How long do you need to be distracted for, cutie? Because we can do something a bit different," Leo mentions. Phichit doesn't say anything to respond. He only gives Leo a raised brow.

"It is cold out, and I think you could do some warming for me. Ever heard of it?" Phichit shakes his head no.

"Perfect." Leo pulls out and moves to sit next to Phichit. He smiles and nods to his cock. Phichit, still confused, moves down to put his head over it and then takes it back into his mouth.

"Now, don't move. This isn't a blowjob. Your goal is not to make me cum. You are there to warm my cock and take your mind off Yuuri's. If I do cum, you will not move away. You will swallow it down and remain there until we're finished. How does that sound?" Leo smiles at Phichit when he receives a nod.

Relaxing, Leo lets Phichit lay there, his cock in his mouth, and nothing was done to further an orgasm. It was warm, a bit wet, but overall pleasant. Leo turns on the hotel tv, finding a simple show to enjoy. For him, he could see and watch, but for Phichit, it was background music. He did find his mind forgetting about Yuuri, though. It moved to focus on Leo, his scent, his taste, and the feeling of his cock. The guy was thick. It was a bit of a struggle to hold onto his cock for that long. But he liked being there. He was glad Leo pushed him into this.

They laid there for about ten minutes before Leo grunted. "I'm cumming," he moans. Phichit prepped himself and felt the seed fill his mouth. He swallowed it down, taking Leo's nut into his stomach, and stayed in place. It was what he was told to do. He felt Leo soften inside him, then grow hard again. The cock grazed over his tongue, but Phichit did not move it. He simply stayed put.

After an episode, so about half an hour because of ads, Leo looks to Phichit. "How you feeling down there?"

Phichit returns a look with glossy eyes and a slight smirk. He gives a thumbs up to Leo and Leo chuckles. "Good. Now, why don't you actually give me a blowjob and we can finish this." Phichit nods, moving his tongue first, then his head. He swirls around Leo's length, sucking his cock inside his mouth. He does this between moving his head up and down the cock, taking it to the head, then to the base. Phichit blows Leo with immense talent, making him moan loudly. Pretty soon, another load of cum fills Phichit up, swallowing it to his stomach and joining the other.

He pops off the cock with a sigh, his jaw a bit sore now, but his mind feeling better. Leo smiles and cups his cheek. "Such a good boy. Should we go and shower now?" Phichit nods, leaning in to give Leo a kiss. They share it on the bed, something nice and simple, and head to the shower to wash off. Leo was not going to his own room tonight, and Phichit felt grateful for it.

Chapter 20: Day 19: An Anonymously Degrading Quickie

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The showers were pretty busy for it being around 11pm. Two showers were going off at the same time, meaning two Blue Lock guys were showering at the same time. Isagi and Bachira had finished their late night workouts around the same time. Both of them were doing different things, so neither of them knew who stood behind each curtain. Isagi was feeling a bit horny, his mind stuck on the guys at Blue Lock, especially around Bachira's lewd openness. Of course, he also thought of Nagi, Chigiri, Kunigami, Naruhaya, and some of the others, but something about Bachira was really on his mind.

He showered, but then an idea came to his head. Isagi had been thinking about exhibitionism for a while, even before meeting Bachira. He liked the idea of being nude to other people, even in settings it was not really normal to be. He also liked the idea of a random guy finding him, not knowing who he was. So Isagi went to the curtain of his shower, opening it up and looking to see the other person still showering, and then closed it. He let his shower run, giving off that he was still under the water. He puts his body near the curtain, holding it closed around his torso, but pushes his hips forward to stick his erection through it. He shudders, the opposing cold of the locker room shocking him as he still feels the warmth of the shower behind him.

Bachira's shower finishes shortly after. He proudly opens the curtain after turning off his water and strides out into the room nude. He walks around, not even bothering to wear a towel. Bachira would not put it on even if the others were here, but now that he was alone, except for the other person showering, he was more than fine. Speaking of, Bachira turns to look to the other shower, wondering who was joining him at this time of night, but instead of seeing a person, he sees a very needy cock.

Bachira chuckles to himself, wondering who was being riskier than he has been. To walk around naked proudly is one thing, but to hide behind a shower curtain and only show your cock is another. Bachira makes his way towards it, curiosity getting the better of him. He was not a man to hide his sexuality, so if a cock was going to present itself to him, a cock he was going to take.

Isagi stands behind his curtain, knowing the other person in the locker room had left their shower and was walking towards him. He remains silent, not wanting to give himself away. Isagi did not know if his scheme would work. Then, a hand grabs his cock. He shudders, trying to hold his moans back, and feels the hand begin to stroke him. He does not look through, wanting to keep the thrill of anonymity. Isagi lets the other guy do what he wants, feeling the hand shift as he is lowering himself, and really enjoying the feeling of a random hand on him, until a mouth replaces it.

Bachira moves his mouth to take over Isagi's tip, his hand still working at the base. He swirls his tongue around it, licking over him and stimulating him in the ways he knew best. Bachira finds the little gland below the cock and sucks the tip in his mouth to give this random cock the best feelings. He practically suckles on it, feeling the guy behind the curtain shudder and hold back moans. He smirks to himself, hoping to get any hint to who this guy is.

Isagi was struggling to hold back. Whoever this guy was, he was amazing at sucking cock. His focus and care of his tip was unwinding him quick. Isagi tries to hold himself back, not wanting to alert this guy to his identity. He was enjoying this way too much. Even when his cock is swallowed, and the mouth takes him all the way. Even then he holds back, fighting everything, even clamping his mouth with his hand.

Bachira continues to swallow the cock into his mouth. He takes it all. He almost moans, the length being a bit long for him, but he manages regardless. Bachira has experiences with many cocks, so this around average one was of no sweat to him. He begins to feel the cock quiver and twitch more. The little spasms are only increasing. Bachira knows what this means. He was close. Bachira works his head in and out, moving that cock over his tongue and through his mouth. He sucks it out to the tip, then to the base, repeating this until the first spurt of cum lands inside him. He pushes his head all the way into the base of the cock, nose resting in this guy's crotch, and he swallows the cum. He sighs happily, no longer thinking of hiding himself. This was the most satisfying part to him.

Isagi came, his seed flowing down the mouth of whoever had sucked him off. He did not give any warning so he could remain hidden, but the moans slipped out of his mouth as he felt too good. Doubling over too, Isagi's head begins to peak through the curtain, his blue-ish black hair sliding through the crack. Bachira looked up to see it and knew immediately who had filled his mouth. He smirks, finding this outcome hilarious, but then again, who else would it have been? He moves away from the cock, standing in front of it, and forces the curtain open and Isagi to become exposed.

"How dirty Isagi. I knew you had a monster in you, but I did not think it would be this kind of monster. You're beginning to look like me. Flashing your cock for anyone to see. At least I don't hide. I don't hide who I am. I don't care about that. As long as I can find someone to match my skill. So, why do you hide? Huh Isagi? Is there something you don't want to share? What a pity. You'll never be good enough for this place if you keep that up. Everyone knows that when you hide yourself, you only limit yourself. So do better Isagi. Either stop hiding yourself and ask for a blowjob openly or be better about remaining anonymous. I guess, there is a strength to hiding, but you're not strong enough for it," Bachira degrades. Isagi is speechless. He looks at his friend, black hair with yellow streaks in the back, and his eyes are wide in disbelief. He knows this place is supposed to make him stronger, and Bachira is not one to sugar coat, but he did not expect him to go that far. Though, as every sports anime goes, Isagi takes Bachira seriously.

"Fine. If you want me to stop hiding," he mutters. He steps out of his shower, the water having turned off a while ago, and he pushes Bachira against a nearby wall. He pins him there, Bachira gasping in shock, and Isagi quickly swallows his cock. He blows Bachira, making quick work of the guy, and sucks a load straight from him. When he finishes swallowing it all, he stands by Bachira, huffs in contempt, and walks away from him, grabs his clothes, dresses, and leaves the locker room.

Chapter 21: Day 20: Post Wedding Love

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Shun and Mio were finally married. After the struggles with Shun's parents, moving in together, and finally working up the confidence to propose, they were leaving for a small, but joyful, wedding. The new husbands were beaming grins the entire way out, unable to drop those bright smiles. They knew what this meant for them, and it made them happier than anyone else in the world. After everything they had been through together, it was well deserved for them to make it out husband and husband.

The honeymoon was meant to be a simple one. Shun and Mio had decided they did not want to leave the country, or do something overly expensive, so they found a gorgeous hot springs resort to spend the weekend at. Small, simple, and relaxing. It was everything these two needed.

At the resort, Shun and Mio found their hotel pretty quickly. They decided they wanted to drop their bags and enjoy some alone time before exploring their vacation spot. Hand in hand, they walked to the receptionist desk, getting stares from the other people around, but losing that worry a while ago. They checked in and received the key to their room, heading up the stairs to their room. Once inside, shoes were off and both husbands flopped onto the bed, dropping their bags somewhere on the way, and sighed deeply as they melted into the mattress of the king they reserved.

Mio and Shun laid on their backs, taking everything in for a moment. Their marriage, their honeymoon, this location, their room, and everything new that was flooding their lives in this moment. However, this does not last. These two cannot keep their hands off each other, if even for a second, and being alone after a wedding at a beautiful vacation spot means they had all the freedom to do whatever they wanted to each other.

It was not long before Shun was up and on top of Mio. He grins to his new husband, unable to hold it back as the reminder enters his brain and leans in for a kiss. Mio accepts him readily, eager to begin their honeymoon right. Their mouths meet, passion burning between their lips and a new love for each other unfolding with each break. Shun's hands are quickly on Mio, moving up his torso underneath his shirt. Shuddering and moaning quietly, Mio lifts his arms so the article can be removed. Now shirtless, Shun moves down Mio's body, kissing over his neck, then chest, circling each nipple with his tongue, and down his stomach area. He makes a trail of his body, guiding him to his goal. As a mouth kisses below the belly button, hands undo a pair of jeans. Shun unbutton Mio's pants, opening them up and feeling into them to fish out the thing he desires most.

Over the years of their relationship, Shun and Mio had learned something. Despite starting pretty quick with anal, they had moved more to oral and sucking each other off. It was easier sometimes because it left less mess, and it would be quicker to do. Though, as their relationship developed, they began realizing they liked oral for other reasons. Their mouths loved the stimulation more than their butts. They liked the feeling of control they had with their tongues. And these two could hardly keep their mouths off each other. Once anal heavy sessions turned more into mouth focused, oral sessions. It was like a fixation for the two of them. Needing to consume each other directly than be rough and in pain during sex.

This especially showed with Shun lowering Mio's pants and immediately swallowing his penis into his mouth. His tongue moves its way around the shaft, Mio's hand instinctively going into his hair. They hadn't even stripped completely. These two could not leave each other alone for that long. Shun sucks Mio up and down, worshiping his husband with his mouth, as Mio moans and bobs his head with his hand. Unable to resist the pleasure, after a few minutes, Mio cums. He fills Shun's mouth, making him swallow it, and they switch.

Before switching, Mio takes Shun's shirt off. He moves to stand at the edge of the bed, moving Shun to sit there. He lowers his pants, letting them fall to the ground, and kicks them aside. After he is nude, Mio reaches down to the legs of Shun's pants and pulls them off. Throwing them aside as well, Mio kneels down in front of Shun, spreads his legs a bit, and takes his husband into his mouth too. A difference between these two was while Mio put his hand in Shun's hair, Shun dealt with the stimulation by gripping the bed sheets. His hands grip into fabric at his sides, fisting up the white sheets he sits on. He moans and whimpers as Mio masterfully takes his penis. Shun carefully watches Mio, bent over him a bit. He would not last long either, going for as long as Mio did with him, and cums inside his mouth as well. Now fed by their husbands, Shun and Mio were not done. That was load one. They had an entire afternoon ahead of them.

Shun lifts Mio up to the bed, giving him a kiss as he helps him. They both laid there for a moment, kissing over their lips, necks, cheeks, and anywhere that was of easy access. Shun and Mio grew hard again, their cocks frotting with their bodies connected in a loving embrace. Shun decided that he and Mio should do everything with each other for this honeymoon. They ditched condoms a bit ago, but now, he really wanted them to connect as husbands. As much as anal was not their first move anymore, they still enjoyed it. The intimate connection, the ultimate pleasure of their prostate, and the way they could only share it with each other. Shun kisses Mio's neck, licking over him as he does, and he shifts Mio to turn around.

Now, with his penis to his husband's ass, Shun rubs into him. He reaches down and guides his length, aiming it for Mio, and pushes in. Mio lets out a light gasp, the feeling being explosive over his body. The doubled feelings of Shun inside of him as his mouth moved over his back. Shun changes their position, bringing Mio on top of him, and holds him there. Still penetrating, Mio was now on top of his husband, his mouth never leaving his body. They remained there for a moment, holding in the bliss of their love. Shun's hands wander down to Mio's crotch, holding his penis in his grip as he begins to move his hips beneath him. Mio moans, struggling to hold anything back. This position lasts longer than the blowjobs. Shun, realizing he needed more, flips them over and starts to move more inside Mio. He finally disconnects his mouth from his husband, thrusting into him from above as his husband laid on his stomach beneath him. Both men moaned loudly, Shun getting closer to an orgasm, until he finishes. He unloads into his husband. With a sigh, he lays atop him for a moment longer, embracing their heat together, before pulling out and giving Mio his turn.

Mio turns himself over, sitting up against the headboard of the bed, pillows supporting his back. He pulls Shun into his lap, giving him another kiss, before lifting his knees and pushing Shun against him. With the initial shove, Mio could lick over Shun's cock head, giving it a small tease before sitting him down. He reaches down to point his own cock upwards, moving Shun down and having him sit on it. They moan, a different husband penetrating his husband now. Shun begins riding Mio, sitting on him as kisses cover his chest and focus a bit more on his nipples. Mio licks Shun, a hand enwrapping with his, and he makes out with his chest. His mouth and tongue move all over him, licking his body and giving him the love he deserves. Mio will be quicker than Shun, given the previous position, but they did not care. They only needed each other's love and affection, and that was exactly what Mio gave Shun.

One more load, now inside Shun, he and Mio agree they felt close to done. They get up from the bed, walking, hand in hand, to their shower. It was nice their room had a shower because this would have been far more awkward if they had to use a communal bath. Inside, the water ran warm over them. Their bodies still connected, mouths yet again on each other, and they held themselves there, letting warm water wash over them. Shun's hands reached down to Mio's butt, playing with him a bit, as Mio's moved to Shun's side. From there, Shun lowers to his knees, kissing Mio's body down to the same place he started, following his previous trail as well. He sucks Mio into him, giving him his final blowjob in the shower, and sucks one more load from his beautiful husband.

Mio only returns the favor, giving his husband one final blowjob. He knelt down onto the tile, blowing Shun to completion, and took his final load. He stands, Shun bringing him into a hug, and the two, scrawny pale husbands share many more kisses. Their shower lasted the longest of everything since their mouths glued to each other, but they eventually washed up, dressed, and left their room for a nice dinner and walk over the resort.