Kinktober 2019 drabbles, days 11-19

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Title: Kinktober 2019
Chapter: drabble list
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairings: various, check each listing
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mirror sex, anal stretching/gaping, vampires, lingerie, crossdressing, mutual handjob, pegging, anal play, bondage, light D/s, begging, fucking machines, masturbation, consensual cuckolding, phone sex, chastity cages, edging, humiliation, shibari, blowjob, handjob, boot licking, stepping, Dom/sub, begging, blood play, red wings, genderbent Uruha, cunnilingus, collars, hair pulling, mild begging and praise kink, implied cannibalism
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: various
Comment: A collection of drabbles for Kinktober, listed by pairing and prompt, that I'll do my best to update every day for the rest of the month. Tags will be updated as I go. Can also be read on AO3 for easier sorting. See my twitter for prompt list and more info. Please excuse any mistakes, as I'm posting these on the same day I'm writing them without proofreading.

As the original became too big, I'm forced to split these into multiple posts, sorry! Here you'll find days 11-19 of the prompt fills.


Day 11: Mirror Sex, Kai/Reita

He’d spent a few weeks finding the perfect one. Kai couldn’t go out during the daytime, of course, so Reita had been on his own, scouting local auctions, asking questions, probably making a name for himself as the strange auction dweller who always came looking for one thing, asking awfully specific questions. A mirror, as big as possible, and it had to be from either the late 1800s or the early 1900s. Luckily, eccentrics were quite common in the antique business, and nobody had ever asked what he needed it for.

“I found one today,” Reita said while Kai was still having breakfast. The sun had just gone down, Kai had woken up from his daytime slumber, and now they were sitting on the bed, Kai’s lips against Reita’s neck where he bit him, sucking blood out of two small puncture wounds in his skin. He pulled away quickly, not wanting to take too much, holding Reita against his chest.

“Yeah? Did you bring it home?”

“It’s in the living room, just waiting for us,” Reita said, absently running his thumb over the back of Kai’s hand.

“Are you sure it’s authentic?” Kai asked. Reita shrugged, a playful smile on his lips as he got up, dragging Kai by his hand.

“Why don’t you come see for yourself?”

It was certainly big enough, and it looked quite heavy, too, but Kai lifted it like it weighed nothing, moving it into the bedroom. “Moment of truth,” he mumbled, gripping the cloth sheet covering it, pulling it away and grinning when the mirror reflected everything in the room except himself.

“Told you,” Reita said, slinging his arms around Kai’s waist, leaning in to kiss his neck. In the mirror, it looked like he was hugging air.

“Silvered mirrors,” Kai said thoughtfully, running his hand over the surface. “Used to be the bane of my very existence when they were invented. I had to avoid them like the plague to not be discovered for what I am in civilized company. I was so relieved when they started making them with aluminum instead, and now here I am, willingly bringing one into my home.”

“It’s for a good cause,” Reita mumbled, and Kai grinned, turning around in his arms.

“It sure is,” he said, before pressing his lips to Reita’s, kissing him slowly. When Reita responded, he turned them just enough that Reita could see the mirror without Kai blocking him, tilting his head and parting Reita’s lips with his tongue. Reita took the hint and opened his eyes, moaning at the sight of his reflection.

Since Kai didn’t show up in the mirror, Reita now had the fantastic view of his open mouth as Kai kissed him, his tongue shifting around as Kai toyed with it. It was fascinating and a little embarrassing at the same time, but also very hot, and he wished Kai could see this as well. Next time, he could film it with his phone, but for now, he would just concentrate on enjoying the moment.

Kai’s hands trailed down his body until he reached his trousers, undoing them slowly and pushing them down. Reita watched through the mirror as invisible hands undressed him, his clothes seemingly sliding off his body on their own. “You too, love,” Reita said once he was naked, tugging at Kai’s pajama pants, wanting them off.

Kai complied, though not before nodding to the carpet under their feet, giving Reita a hint of a grin. “On your back, get comfortable,” he said, and Reita nodded, lying down while Kai set their clothes aside and went to grab the lube. “If you need to, just tell me to stop.”

“I will,” Reita said, spreading his legs wide and bending his knees, planting his feet on the carpet while Kai lubed up his fingers. He reached down and slipped two of them into Reita, who cursed softly, raising himself up so he was resting on his elbows. In the mirror, it looked like his anus was stretching around nothing, and when Kai twisted his fingers, he saw every shift in the muscles, every little twitch of his hole.

“What a pretty sight.” Kai had turned his head so he could watch as well, and he spread his fingers and hummed in delight as Reita’s hole clenched around him. “Oh yeah, look at your greedy little ass, trying to get my fingers deeper.” Reita moaned and spread his legs even further, biting his lip when Kai pushed in a third finger, thrusting them gradually deeper.

Four fingers went in, then five, and before he knew it, Reita had Kai’s fist and three of the fingers on his other hand inside him, mouth parted and tongue hanging out as he watched his ass gape. Since Kai’s hands weren’t visible in the mirror, Reita could see his insides, the fleshy walls of his rectum trembling and contracting with every moan. His dick was leaking precum already, he’d never imagined it would be this hot to watch his ass gape around Kai without being able to see Kai, but he definitely didn’t regret purchasing that mirror now.

“Think you’re ready for me?” Kai asked, tearing his gaze away from Reita’s reflection to look down at him instead, his fangs glinting in the light as he spoke.

“I was ready four fingers ago,” Reita said breathlessly, making Kai chuckle. He almost whined when Kai pulled his hands free of his ass, but reminded himself he would feel even better soon, getting up when Kai prompted him to do so.

“Okay, I’ll help you with this part,” Kai said, taking Reita’s place, but moving closer to the mirror, quickly smearing some more lube over his cock. “Face the mirror and sit down on my dick, alright?” Reita nodded, standing over Kai and slowly lowering himself, placing one hand on the floor and gripping Kai’s cock with the other. His ass was stretched enough that Kai slid right in, and he groaned once he had him as deep as he could.

“Now what?”

“Now just grab under your knees,” Kai said, reaching up to grab Reita’s torso, holding him up as he raised his legs. “That’s it, good boy. Now just lean back, I’ve got you.”

Kai managed to maneuver them into the position he wanted, Reita resting back against his chest, holding his legs spread out, and Kai bent his knees as he found the right foothold, making sure Reita could see himself in the mirror. “Fuck, Kai, I love this view,” Reita said, sounding lost in pleasure already, and Kai moaned in agreement as he slowly started bucking his hips.

Reita’s only job was to hold his legs up, but even that became difficult once Kai got a good rhythm going, hard thrusts rocking Reita’s body and making him moan desperately. Both of them watched Reita’s ass in the mirror, stretching seemingly around nothing, wide open as Kai fucked him deep. Reita’s reflection looked like he was floating in thin air, hole fluttering and clenching while he drew closer and closer to orgasm.

Kai had to focus not to grip Reita too tightly when he came, groaning loudly as he buried his cock deep inside him, filling him with his cum. To Reita’s delight, once it left Kai’s body, his sperm became visible, and he watched eagerly as cum coated his insides, painting them white. It was such a beautiful sight that as soon as Kai seemed to have recovered, Reita licked his lips. “If it’s not too much to ask, think you could help me out?”

“Of course,” Kai said, shifting so he was holding Reita down with just one arm, the other moving down to grip his cock. Reita moaned, fingers digging into his thighs as he shifted his gaze between Kai’s hand stroking his cock and his reflection in the mirror, ass still stretched and glistening with cum, dick seemingly twitching on its own.

“Shit, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” Reita moaned, tipping his head back and gripping his thighs tightly as he came, grateful for Kai’s hand stroking him through it. He didn’t stop moaning until Kai’s hand as well as his own stomach were covered in cum, smiling when Kai kissed his cheek.

“How was it?”

“Amazing,” Reita mumbled, panting softly and trying to catch his breath, turning his head so he could see Kai’s face. “But next time, I think we should film.”

“You know, I think that’s an excellent idea.”


Day 12: Lingerie, Uruha/Reita

"You look beautiful," Uruha said, unable to tear his gaze off of Reita's body, nearly salivating at the sight.

"You don't think the bra is a bit much?" Reita asked, a faint blush dusting his cheeks, though he pretended it wasn't there. Uruha shook his head in response.

"Come on, you don't spend all those hours working your chest out only to not accentuate it, do you? If you got it, flaunt it," Uruha said, letting his eyes roam again. Reita truly looked amazing, in matching red panties, lace bra, garter belt, and thigh-high fishnet stockings. He had even shaved for the occasion, and Uruha squatted down in front of where Reita was sitting on the bed, running his hands up his legs with an appreciative hum.

"I'm glad you like it," Reita said, sounding a little more confident this time, smiling when Uruha nodded and kissed his shin.

"I love it." Uruha straightened up, letting his hands roam over Reita's thighs, but before he could reach the hem of his underwear, Reita stopped him. Uruha shot him a puzzled look as Reita got up, switching their positions and pushing Uruha down on the bed.

"Don't rush," Reita said, grinning as he placed one knee up on the bed, leaning down to kiss Uruha. Uruha barely had time to sit up comfortably before their lips met, Reita's hands resting on his shoulders as he nearly straddled Uruha's lap. Uruha tried to take Reita's words to heart, this time placing his hands on Reita's stomach, running them over his toned abs, travelling slowly upwards.

While Reita's pecs weren't breasts, they weren't exactly small, either, and Uruha moaned into the kiss when he realised Reita filled out the bra quite nicely. Granted, it was the smallest cup size they made, but Uruha still found it rather impressive, and he kneaded the soft flesh the same way he would have if they were actual breasts.

Reita seemed to appreciate that, and when Uruha pinched his nipples between his fingers and rubbed them gently, Reita squirmed and moaned eagerly. Their lips parted as the kiss deepened, Uruha pushing his tongue into Reita's mouth while he toyed with his nipples through the bra, and Reita responded with the most delicious sounds.

Eventually, Uruha's hands travelled lower, one moving down to caress his thigh right where the hem of the stocking rested, the other trailing to the front of Reita's crotch. Reita parted from the kiss to tip his head back and gasp when Uruha groped him, the material of the panties strange against his sensitive cock. It was both soft and at the same time not, he could feel the lace pattern when Uruha squeezed a little harder, and he rocked his hips gently forwards.

"Lie down," Reita said, slightly breathless, and Uruha nodded and leaned back, scooting further up so he was fully on the mattress. Reita followed a moment later, crawling up on the bed, trapping Uruha between his limbs and grinning down at him. "How's the view?"

"Impeccable," Uruha said, resting his hands on Reita's waist, licking his lips when Reita pushed his underwear down just enough to get his cock out. The sight of Reita's hard cock in his hand, especially with Reita in such a stunning getup, had Uruha moaning already. When Reita shifted around so their cocks were lined up against one another's and he had his hand around them both, Uruha thought he had never seen a prettier sight, and he stared with hooded eyes as Reita started stroking them both.

Their moans mingled, every now and then, Reita would lean down to press his lips against Uruha's, but they never kissed for long. Uruha loved the sight of Reita's body, the red lingerie contrasting so beautifully against his skin, almost matching the swollen heads of their cocks, pushing against each other with every movement of Reita's hand.

They came almost simultaneously, Uruha gripping Reita's waist tightly as he pushed his hips up against his hand, and Reita tipped his head back and moaned as he worked to stroke them both through their orgasms. Their cum decorated Uruha's stomach, who panted heavily even as Reita rolled off him and curled up against his side, humming in contentment.

"So I take it I should wear this more often?"

Uruha didn't have the breath to respond with anything more than an enthusiastic "yeah".


Day 13: Pegging, Reader/Reita

Notes: This part is written in 2nd person POV, with you (the reader), topping Psycho Slugger (Reita's Halloween alter ego). I haven't specified the gender of the reader beyond the fact that you have a vulva, but feel free to let me know if I slipped up anywhere. I tried to go as gender neutral as possible, but it's my first time trying this, and it's really, really late in my time zone. Apologies for any mistakes I might have overlooked.

Psycho Slugger rattled his chains impatiently, growling in frustration when they didn't budge, and he realised struggling would just make the cuffs chafe his skin. He was half lying, half sitting on a shelf built to handle his weight, his arms suspended above his head and connected to a hook higher up on the wall, his legs spread and chained to the wall behind him, holding him open with his ass on display. He was completely vulnerable, and you both knew he loved it.

"You were such a good boy today, Slugger," you praised, fastening your strapon harness and securing it around your hips. "Were you thinking about this the entire time? Knowing if you did well, I'd reward you?" Slugger shook his head, and you grinned down at him while lubing up your fingers. "Of course not, you always do your best for me, don't you?"

Slugger nodded, but he couldn't take his eyes off your fingers, licking his lips expectantly when you stepped closer. "Such a pretty little ass," you praised, one lubed finger tracing his cleft, brushing over his entrance a couple of times before slowly pushing in. Slugger groaned, watched your finger wiggle deeper into his ass, pulled against the chains again when you curled it inside him.

"Ah ah, be good and lie still for me," you said, though you didn't pull out, just waited for him to relax again before pushing your finger deeper. He let out a strained moan that almost sounded like a whine, and you couldn't resist thrusting your hand for a little bit, watching him struggle to stay still as your finger moved inside him.

His thighs tensed when you pushed two fingers instead of one, and you left them with just the tips barely inside, watching him grit his teeth in concentration. "Relax, my pet. I won't keep going until you're ready." You reached out with your free hand to stroke his thigh, all the way up to his knee, and then back down again, pausing to grope his ass in your palm.

Another repeat of that motion, and he seemed to finally relax, looking up at you with a brief nod. "Please, boss," he said, his usually loud manner of speech more hushed, and he even sounded a little breathless. Instead of pulling your hand away entirely, you rested it on his thigh while your fingers pushed deeper, and Slugger's lips parted as he let out a shaky moan. He didn't bother closing them again, panting softly as you twisted your fingers, curling them upwards, grinning when he let out a loud moan.

"Right there, huh?" Slugger didn't have a chance to respond, this time you rubbed against that spot harder, making him writhe and whimper from the overwhelming pleasure. "That's what good boys who do their job well get, you know? They get prostate massages," you said, pressing your thumb against his taint while the fingers inside him rubbed over that spot again and again.

This time, Slugger didn't notice when your third finger entered him, too preoccupied with enjoying his reward, panting and moaning from the sensations. His cock was rock hard by now, pointing to his chest, a bead of precum forming at the slit, and you smeared it over the head while you thrust your fingers into him. Slugger let out a sound not far from a whine, and you took some pity on him, curling your hand loosely around his cock, giving it a few strokes, before you pulled away entirely.

Slugger tipped his head back and panted heavily, and you gave him a moment to catch his breath while you set up. It took a moment to get the dildo fastened to the harness, and once it was securely in place, you reached for the lube again, watching Slugger with a fond smile. You stepped closer as you stroked your strapon, smearing the lube with slow motions, humming when Slugger lowered his gaze so he could watch.

He looked absolutely delicious, his eyes half closed and slightly unfocused, his mouth open and his tongue hanging out, sweat dripping down his flushed face. All tied up, at your mercy, with nowhere he'd rather be right then, judging by the tone of his voice when he spoke. "Please, boss, fuck me. Please, want you so bad, want your cock, please make use of your pet."

"For someone so vulgar, you have quite the pretty tongue when you want to, Slugger," you said, rubbing his thighs in slow motions, gripping his asscheeks and spreading them apart, humming at the sight of his twitching hole. "Even here, you're begging. You must want me really badly."

Slugger nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, boss, please, I've been good."

"I could do this to you all night long for my own pleasure," you said, gripping the base of the dildo and pressing the tip against his hole, delighting in the way he whined and looked up at you with pleading eyes. "So remember, the reason I'm letting you cum is because you did exactly as I ordered you to earlier."

You didn't bother telling him that you probably would have let him anyway, as long as he didn't directly disobey you. He made the loveliest sounds when you pushed into him, gripping his thighs and burying yourself to the hilt in his ass, humming in satisfaction at the way his eyes seemed to roll back in his skull. His thighs trembled as he fought to keep still, not that the chains would have budged, but he didn't want you thinking that he wasn't enjoying himself.

His face gave that away all too easily, you thought to yourself as you started thrusting. He certainly looked like he loved it, eyes nearly crossing as drool dripped down his tongue, and you grinned and gripped his thighs tighter. Your thrusts rocked his body back and forth, but he didn't look like he minded. In fact, he was moaning steadily, toes curling in pleasure as you fucked him, angling your thrusts so you'd rub against his prostate as much as possible.

"Come on, Slugger, make your owner proud. Show me what a slut you are," you said, your smile widening when his moans rose in volume. With every thrust, the strapon rubbed against your clit, and soon you were panting while you fucked him, watching that thick toy disappear into his ass over and over.

"Please," Slugger whined, and you debated toying with him for a while longer, but he had earned this, and you longed to watch him writhe. You wrapped your hand around his cock, nothing light about the touch this time. Your strokes matched the rhythm of your thrusts, while the fingers on your other hand dug into his skin, possibly leaving bruises on his thigh, but neither of you cared.

A few more thrusts against his prostate, and he lost it, arching his back as his moans reached a desperate tone. His cock pulsed in your hand, his cum spattered his chest in thick ribbons, and you shoved into him hard a few more times before stilling, staying buried deep inside him.

"Thank you," he managed to get out once he'd caught his breath, turning grateful eyes to you, and you leaned down to kiss his nose before you pulled out.

"You can show me your gratitude by pleasuring me with your tongue when you've recovered," you said, and he nodded eagerly.

"Yes, please, boss," he said, and you chuckled as you reached for the keys to get him loose.

"Who's a good pet?" you asked, looking down at him while you unchained his wrists.

"I am," he said and smiled, which you rewarded with a kiss.


Day 14: Fucking Machines, Reita solo

Reita hummed to himself as he screwed the attachment onto the device, lubing up the toy and grinning as he stroked the length of it. It was the perfect size, curved just right to stimulate his prostate, and he could hardly wait to feel it moving inside him. Once everything was in place, he grabbed the remote and lay down on his back, made himself comfortable with a pillow under his butt and spread his legs, bending his knees and making sure his feet weren’t going to slide off.

He’d spent a good amount of time on prep, and the dildo slid in easily, his rim stretching around it until he had most of the length inside him. He hit pause and gave himself a moment to adjust, shifting around until he had the best position, lubing up his right hand and wrapping it around his dick with a low groan. He was already hard from fingering himself, and he moaned at how good the simple touch felt, having to hold back to keep from moving too fast. He had the evening to himself, he could take it slow and enjoy himself.

With that in mind, he hit a button on the remote, and the toy started moving inside him, the machine whirring softly as it eased the toy into his ass, repeating the motion endlessly. Reita turned the speed up a notch and closed his eyes, starting to move his hand over his cock, matching the rhythm of the machine. One of Reita’s favourite parts of this was that he could imagine anyone he wanted, and they’d never tire, always put Reita first, fucking him however he wanted for as long as he wanted.

Reita turned the speed a little higher and shifted again, and when he finally found the right angle, he moaned loudly, toes curling in pleasure. He stayed in that same position, letting the toy pound his prostate with perfect precision, hitting the same spot over and over, drawing moans and gasps from Reita’s lips. He stroked his cock almost frantically, working towards his first orgasm, knowing it wouldn’t take much.

Turning the speed up again seemed to do the trick, it didn’t take much longer before he was cumming, arching his back and moaning as he stroked himself through it. Cum spurted over his hand and chest, and he let the toy milk his prostate for as long as he could, thrusting into that same spot and stimulating all the right nerves. The feeling became intense before long, however, and he quickly turned the speed all the way down once it became too much. He didn’t stop it entirely, however, he enjoyed being fucked after an orgasm, and he knew from experience it wouldn’t take much to work up to a second one.

Or a third, or a fourth, or however many he had in him. Reita grinned and licked his lips, fondling his soft dick as he let his mind drift, various fantasies crossing his mind as he tried to settle on one that would definitely make him hard again. The toy kept thrusting slowly inside him, and before long, Reita turned up the speed again, wanting more. That constant, unrelenting stimulation made him nearly desperate with desire, had him moaning again less than ten minutes after his previous orgasm, and the scenarios playing out behind his eyelids could only take part of the blame.

Thankfully, the fucking machine could keep up with Reita’s libido and match his speed perfectly, no matter how many times he came in one night.


Day 15: Cuckolding, Uruha/Aoi/Reita

Notes: Yes, I know same-sex marriage isn't recognised officially in Japan, but we're gonna pretend they're socially "married" for the sake of the kink, okay? Shhh just accept it.

Reita had just gotten home from the gym when he noticed the note on the kitchen counter, biting his lip at the sight of it. Had it been anything urgent, Aoi would have texted him, so the fact that he'd left a note somewhere Reita might not even see right away meant Aoi didn't care when or even if Reita got the message at all, and that fact alone had his pulse rising. He put down his gym bag and went to read the note, nearly moaning when he did.

On a date with Uruha, there are leftovers in the fridge. Maybe if you're good, I'll let you have creampie for dessert when I come home. See you later, hubby.

The note didn't explicitly say to call him, but Reita read between the lines. Aoi knew how much this affected him, and he wouldn't have left such a suggestive note for any other reason than to tease him. With that in mind, Reita grabbed his phone and headed for the bedroom, stripping down on the way there. Once his clothes were off, he crawled up on the bed and dialled Aoi, putting him on speaker before reaching for the lube.

He took a while to answer, which only served to excite Reita even more, make him wonder what Aoi could be busy with. Finally, he picked up, and Reita dug his nails into his thigh as the sounds of skin slapping against skin came from his phone, followed by Aoi's low moans. Reita took a moment to catch his breath, making sure he could open his mouth without merely dissolving into a chorus of moans before he spoke, playing a little stupid. "Hey, Aoi, how was your date?"

"It was amazing," Aoi said, and even through the phone, Reita heard the pleasure in his voice, the way he struggled to speak. "Uruha took me to dinner, I gave him a blowjob to thank him, and now he's fucking me deep, making me feel so good."

The last of Reita's self control faded away at that, and the sound he made was somewhere between a moan and a whimper, making him blush. "Are you using a condom?"

"No, I want to feel him completely," Aoi said after a particularly loud moan, and Reita drew a shaky breath. "Besides, we both know you like licking my ass clean of someone else's cum. Bet you're hot and bothered just thinking about it."

Reita nodded eagerly, a moment later remembering this wasn’t a video call, and Aoi couldn’t see him. “I am,” he said, and he could have sworn he heard Uruha moan, although it sounded distant, like Uruha was far away from the receiver. “How is he fucking you?” Reita asked when Aoi didn’t say anything, biting his lip and trailing his hand down his chest, listening to Aoi’s soft moans and the sounds of sex coming from the speaker.

“You want details? What, are you gonna touch yourself while imagining Uruha fucking me?”

Reita’s cheeks flushed at that, and he stilled his hand, leaving it resting just below his navel, glancing at the lube. “May I?”

“Sure thing, baby, but I have your key right here. What’s the plan, are you going to finger yourself like a fucking bitch?”

Reita drew a quick breath and heard laughter from the other end, only making his predicament worse. He looked down at the metal cage around his dick, cursing himself for how much he enjoyed the humiliation. His dick was already trying to get hard, straining against the cage painfully. “Please, Aoi?”

“Just don’t get your ring dirty,” Aoi said, and Reita had half a mind to ask if he was taking equally good care of his, just in the hopes of maybe getting a picture of it covered in Uruha’s cum later. The thought alone was enough to get him going, however, and he lubed up his fingers, leaning back and spreading his legs, circling his rim and closing his eyes.

“Are you on your back?” he asked, and Aoi hummed in response, taking a moment to answer properly.

“Yeah, Uruha’s bending me in half, holding my legs spread out. He reaches so deep, baby, his cock is so fucking big.” Aoi’s sentence ended in a moan, and Reita pushed the tip of his finger into himself, needing the physical stimulation. “He’s left a few hickeys, too, just to give you something nice to look at tonight when you cuddle up to me.”

“Thank you, Uruha,” Reita said and pushed his finger deeper, trying and failing to contain his excitement.

He chewed on his lip when he heard Aoi’s voice over the speaker, softer now. “He says thank you.”

“Bring him next time,” came Uruha’s reply, and Reita hooked his finger and rubbed it over his prostate, whimpering with the effort it took to hold back.

“Yeah, you want that, baby?” Aoi asked, and Reita answered with another moan. “It’s been a while since I brought you with me on a date. Wanna watch Uruha fuck me in person?”

“Please,” Reita said, dragging it out, starting to thrust his finger into himself.

“Yeah? Maybe you want more than that, too.” Aoi sounded like he was smirking, and Reita both loved and hated how coherent he was, wishing Uruha would fuck him harder. “Maybe you wanna suck me off again while Uruha fucks me, have him cum in my ass right above your face so you can lick me clean after. Maybe you’re a filthy bitch who wants your husband’s date to fuck him deep, show you what a real man’s cock feels like, show you why I love getting fucked by him so much.”

Reita’s moans were louder now, and he thrust two fingers into himself, angling them to hit his prostate. “You know I’d love that,” he said, barely getting the words out, losing himself to the pleasure. Aoi’s loud moans were clear through the speaker, he could even hear Uruha from time to time, and he hoped Aoi would let him jerk off later, because not being able to orgasm or even get hard was sweet torture.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum with his cock inside me,” Aoi said, and finally he was starting to sound a little breathless, too.

“Do it, I wanna hear.”

Aoi’s moans rose in both volume and pitch, and Reita gripped the sheets tightly with his free hand as he fucked himself with his fingers, imagining it was Uruha instead, Aoi kissing him deeply and urging Uruha on. Aoi sounded great when he came, as did Uruha two minutes later when he reached his own climax, and Reita practically squirmed with delight, loving the sounds of their moans.

He nearly lost it when he heard the wet sounds of kissing, rubbing his prostate and groaning desperately. A few minutes later, Aoi’s voice, breathless and soothing, came through the speakers again. “My ass is full of his cum, babe, but he hasn’t pulled out yet. I think I’ll roll over and let him take me from behind again, make sure I bring home lots of tasty cummies for you.”

“Put me on speaker, I don’t want you straining your arm to hold the phone,” Reita said, having stilled his fingers inside himself, deciding to wait a little before continuing. It sounded like it was going to be a long night. “I want you comfortable and enjoying yourself to the fullest.”

“Give me a moment and I’ll make it a video call,” Aoi said, and Reita thought he was going to cum dry just from the excitement. He found a somewhat comfortable position where he could still finger himself while watching the screen, just in time. The display lit up, showing Aoi on his knees and elbows, smiling contently. His hair was messy and sticking to his face in places, Uruha was leaning over him and pushing in, and Aoi let out the most delicious moan as Uruha’s cock no doubt filled him again.

“Oh, shit,” Reita whimpered, nearly going cross-eyed at the sight. “I love you,” he blurted out, blushing furiously after he’d said it, but Aoi’s smile widened, and he blew Reita a kiss through the screen.

“I love you too.”


Day 16: Shibari, Kai/Uruha

“Comfortable?” Kai asked, waiting for Uruha to nod before he sat down behind him, his legs on either side of Uruha. “How much tonight?”

“Just torso, I think,” Uruha said, and Kai nodded, picking up a bundle of rope, trailing it up Uruha’s thigh slowly. Uruha hummed at the feeling of the texture against his bare skin, lifting his hair out of the way while Kai tied a loop around his neck. “I wanna blow you with my hands on my back.”

“That sounds like a brilliant idea.” Kai tied a knot below Uruha’s clavicle, taking the ends of the rope and winding them around Uruha’s chest, looping them around and making more knots when the rope crossed itself. Uruha hummed as he worked, excitement and arousal building in him gradually, and judging by the way Kai’s boner pressed against his ass, he was having a similar reaction.

When Kai reached for Uruha’s arms, Uruha almost immediately crossed them behind his back, gripping his elbows and gaining a hum of approval from Kai. The rope was looped around his upper arms, fastened in the back, and Kai used the rest of the length to bind his wrists, keeping Uruha’s arms in the same position. Once all the ends were tied off, leaving one he could pull to easily free Uruha should he need to, Kai ran his hands up Uruha’s body, starting at his hips. He moved over the criss-crossing rope, tugging at it with his fingers from time to time, delighting in the sounds Uruha made.

Uruha cried out when Kai pinched his nipples, squirming in part to get away from the intense stimuli, in part because he wanted more. Kai teased the sensitive nubs between his fingers, and Uruha choked down a moan, already blushing a dark pink. “Kai, please,” he said, gasping a moment later when Kai gave him one last pinch, before pulling away entirely.

“That’s right, you wanted to suck me off, didn’t you?” Kai asked, and Uruha nodded faintly, shuffling around to face Kai. He didn’t make it that far, however, Kai gripped the ropes and pulled firmly, lowering Uruha to the mattress, laying him on his back. He knelt next to Uruha’s face, giving his by now fully hard cock a few strokes, pointing it towards Uruha’s mouth. “Go on.”

Uruha shifted as much as he could, but without the help of his hands, it was hard to move, and he knew he must be wiggling around like a graceless worm. The feeling of helplessness turned him on, made this even better, he loved how restricted his movements were, how he had to stretch and crane his neck to get even the tip of Kai’s cock in his mouth. He sucked and licked at the head, eyes half closed as he met Kai’s gaze, moaning softly as he lapped at the slit, pleased to taste precum already.

Eventually, however, he wanted more, and he whined softly and gave Kai a pointed look, receiving a chuckle for his efforts. “What, want more?” Kai asked, and Uruha nodded as much as he could without Kai’s cock slipping out of his mouth, stretching his neck and taking more of the shaft in his mouth, groaning when Kai gently pushed his head down. “Don’t exert yourself.”

Uruha gave a grateful moan when Kai leaned over him, pushing his cock slowly deeper, gripping Uruha’s jaw once he had most of his length in his mouth. He started thrusting his hips, moaning at how good Uruha’s mouth felt, his plush lips gliding over his shaft, his throat tightening around the head when he pushed down again. Uruha did his best to give Kai what he wanted, bringing him pleasure in all the ways he knew he liked, despite being unable to move his upper body or take any kind of control over the situation.

Kai mumbled words of praise as he fucked Uruha’s mouth, too far gone to concentrate on much else besides reaching his orgasm, and he groaned as he worked himself towards climax. A few minutes later, he pushed his cock as deep as it would go and stilled completely, throwing his head back and moaning as he came. Uruha tried to swallow, doing his best not to gag or make a mess, but Kai wasn’t making it easy for him. He was too deep for Uruha to be able to do much but focus on keeping his throat relaxed, unable to grip Kai’s hips or push him away, and he was practically writhing on the bed when Kai pulled out, drooling cum from the sides of his mouth.

“Please,” Uruha moaned, and Kai nodded, lying on his side next to Uruha and gripping his dick, leaning in to kiss him as he started stroking. Uruha muffled his moans against Kai’s lips, rocking his hips up against his hand, his movements nearly desperate. Kai tugged on one of the ropes stretching across his chest, and that was all it took, Uruha groaning as he came in Kai’s hand.

“Thank you,” Uruha mumbled once he’d caught his breath, smiling when Kai nuzzled him sweetly.

“Back at you,” he said, before rolling Uruha over so he could untie the ropes.


Day 17: Boot Worship, Ruki/Reita

Ruki had just taken off his shoes and was about to put them away when Reita stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, biting his lip anxiously, and Ruki had a feeling he knew what he was about to say. “You look hot in those, you know? Commanding.”

Reita trailed off, apparently not ready to elaborate, but Ruki knew what he wanted, and he just needed a little coaxing. “Hot enough to make you tent your pants, apparently.”

“Yeah.” Reita’s cheeks heated up, and he smiled sheepishly, staring down. “My mind drifted on the way home.”

Ruki gripped Reita’s chin gently, tipping his head up and making him meet his gaze, his lips curled in a faint grin. “Tell me, what were you imagining?”

“You, in those boots, putting me in my place. Stepping on me, ordering me to lick them, laughing at how pathetic I am.” Ruki had a feeling there was more, but Reita was beet red, and he decided to take some pity on him.

“Would you like me to make your fantasies into reality?” Ruki asked, his voice dropping an octave, and Reita drew a sharp breath, nodding eagerly. Ruki took his boots in one hand and crooked his fingers at Reita with the other, heading for their bedroom without waiting for Reita. “Follow me.”

Reita was quick to get his own boots off, trailing after Ruki, his heart beating quickly in his chest. He was lucky to have a boyfriend so willing to indulge him, one who enjoyed the same things Reita did. When he got to the bedroom, Ruki had already thrown a dirty sheet on the floor and put his boots back on, and when he shifted his weight, Reita’s dick twitched at the dark print left behind.

“Safeword, my dear?” Ruki asked, and Reita forced himself to tear his gaze away from his boots. He looked up at Ruki’s face, smiling sheepishly when he realised Ruki was grinning at him, obviously knowing where his gaze had been.

“Pause,” Reita said, and before Ruki had time to follow up, he answered the question Ruki was about to ask next. “Same boundaries as usual, and make it humiliating, please.”

“Can do,” Ruki said, already personally invested in this. He took a deep breath, making sure Reita was ready before snapping his fingers and pointing to the floor in front of him. “Down, boy.”

Reita was on his knees before he had time to finish saying “yes, Sir,” placing his hands on his thighs and looking up at Ruki, tongue darting out to lick his lips. The gentle and loving expression on Ruki’s face was gone, replaced by a cold gaze and a slight frown, and Reita squirmed in his spot.

“Have you forgotten your place?” Reita shook his head, and Ruki narrowed his eyes at him, giving him a second in case he decided to respond properly. When he didn’t, Ruki planted his foot high on Reita’s thigh, leaning on it and gripping Reita’s chin tightly, and this time, Reita winced. “You clearly have, since you don’t even know how to address me properly. Last chance, boy. Speak up, or I’ll have to teach you some respect.”

Reita bit his tongue to keep from speaking, fighting his instinct to apologise and beg for forgiveness. He wanted something else right now, and all Ruki needed was an excuse to give it to him. He cried out, mostly in surprise, when Ruki slapped him, already missing the weight on his leg when Ruki stepped away from him, circling around him like a predator.

“Here, let me show you where you belong,” Ruki said, pressing his foot between Reita’s shoulderblades, forcing him to bend down. Reita caught himself on his hands, but Ruki didn’t relent, leaning more and more of his weight on his leg, until Reita was face down on the floor. “Underneath my shoe, like mud, or a piece of gum. Worthless, disgusting, barely worthy of my notice.”

Reita couldn’t help but let out a moan at that, his cheeks practically burning with shame, a shiver running down his spine. Whether it was Ruki’s words, or his voice, or the tone he used when he spoke, something about it had a strong effect on Reita, and he struggled to stay still and not writhe in excitement.

“Hands on your back,” Ruki commanded, and Reita obeyed, gripping his wrists behind his back. Ruki shifted his foot, pushing Reita further down, this time pressing his face down against the sheet. The sole of his boot pressed against Reita’s cheek, still wet and dirty from walking outside, and Reita whimpered and drew a deep breath. “What, you’re enjoying yourself? You like being forced into submission?”

Reita truly did, or at least the fantasy of it, and he tried to nod, but Ruki was leaning enough weight on his leg that he barely managed to move his head. “You do, don’t you? I’ll have to think of something else, then.” Ruki’s foot lifted off his face, and Reita choked down a whine, watching Ruki walk over to the bed, sitting down on it and tipping his chin up ever so slightly, regarding Reita with a look of disgust that nearly had him moaning. “Come here and make yourself useful, clean my boots.”

“Yes, Sir,” Reita said, and Ruki’s grin widened, Reita pretending not to notice as he crawled over, biting his lip once he was face to face with Ruki’s boots. They were truly beautiful, black, sleek leather, slightly pointed toe, and thick heels that only served to make Ruki look more dominant to him. He leaned his head down and kissed the top of Ruki’s foot reverently, sighing softly as he mouthed at the leather. It wasn’t caked with dirt, but it wasn’t clean, either, and Reita felt deliciously dirty as he lapped at the surface of the shoe, taking his time and making sure he didn’t miss a spot. Some areas he went over twice, like Ruki’s ankles or the heel, and he spent extra time on the sides, tilting his head as much as he could.

With his head at such an angle, he had the added bonus of seeing Ruki’s face while he worked, the crease in his brows, the slight sneer of his upper lip, and his cock twitched in his boxers, straining against his clothes and probably leaking already. “Don’t forget the underside,” Ruki said when Reita moved to pull back, and he let out a shaky breath as Ruki raised his leg, crossing it over the other, exposing the sole to Reita.

He flattened his tongue against the underside, wincing at the foul taste, licking one long stripe up before pulling away to grimace. “Are you slacking?” Ruki asked above him, and Reita shook his head.

“No, Sir,” he said, kissing underneath the toe before licking again, the taste slightly less bad this time.

“No? You seem awfully eager. Don’t tell me you’re enjoying even this.” Ruki knew all too well that he did, but Reita still moaned, taking the heel of Ruki’s shoe in his mouth to shut himself up, sucking on it as he willed his blush to go away. “You are, aren’t you? Filthy bitch,” Ruki said, snarling the words out like he found Reita utterly disgusting, and Reita moaned softly.

Ruki pulled his foot away from Reita’s mouth, gripping his hair and shoving him towards the other one, which Reita hadn’t even gotten around to cleaning yet. His impatience shone through as he went to work, he lavished the second foot with much less attention than the first, lapping quickly and covering as much ground as possible with every lick. He was achingly hard by now, and his arousal only kept growing as he thought about it, dwelled on the fact that he was hard from Ruki stepping on him and telling him to lick his boots. He felt disgusting in all the best ways, and he was certain Ruki knew, because when he pulled Reita up by his hair and lay him on his back, he didn’t scold Reita for rushing.

Ruki placed his foot on Reita’s torso, pinning him down by leaning his weight on his leg, and Reita moaned and looked up at Ruki with pleading eyes. “Please, Sir,” he said, and Ruki laughed.

“Go on, bitch, beg me to let you cum. Beg for permission to stroke your dick, show me what a pathetic loser you are.”

“Please,” Reita whined, something about Ruki’s tone setting off something in him, and he nearly sobbed as he spoke. “Please let me touch myself, please let me cum while licking your boot.”

“Do it,” Ruki said, and while Reita scrambled to get his trousers down enough to get his dick out, Ruki shifted so he was standing next to Reita’s head, his foot right beside his head. Reita rolled over on his side immediately, pressing his lips to the side of Ruki’s shoe and closing his eyes as he gripped his dick and started stroking.

“Thank you, Sir,” he managed to say before he lost the ability to speak coherently, reduced to nothing but moans and gasps as he alternated between licking and sucking Ruki’s boot lovingly. His hand moved quickly over his cock, smearing precum over the shaft as he tried to get as much of his mouth on Ruki’s shoe as possible, lost in the taste and smell and texture of his boot.

The moan he let out when he came was long and desperate, and his hand didn’t stop moving until he started going soft, his cum decorating the sheet under him in streaks. Even after he was done cumming, he didn’t stop licking, gripping Ruki’s foot with his hands and lapping at it lovingly, eventually opening his eyes to look up at Ruki.

“Did you enjoy that?” Ruki asked, and Reita nodded and made an affirmative sound, making Ruki smile. “Yet you’re not stopping. Want more? Because I could always lift your hips in the air, press your face down with my foot again, and fuck your ass until you cum a second time.”

Reita hoped his eager moan was answer enough, because he didn’t feel like letting Ruki’s boot slip out of his mouth long enough to respond.


Day 18: Blood, Uruha/Reita

Notes: This drabble is written as Mad Sister/Psycho Slugger, aka Uruha/Reita, but I wrote Mad Sister as a cis woman, so this part is het. If that isn't your cup of tea, well, now you know. Beware of blood play/red wings and implied cannibalism. Dead dove: do not eat

“Mistress?” Reita called out, knocking gently on the door. He faintly heard a command to enter from the inside, but it sounded too muffled to come from the bedroom. He opened the door and entered Mad Sister’s room, and before he had time to wonder where she might be, he heard a frustrated growl from the bathroom. “Everything alright, Mistress?”

“Yeah, just,” Mad Sister started, sighing loudly and flushing, waiting for the sound to die down before she continued. “That time of month.”

A jolt of excitement hit Reita, and he bit his lip, trying not to sound too eager when he spoke. “Then no hunt today?”

“Unfortunately, no. But that doesn’t mean you’ll go hungry today.” The sound of running water put their conversation on hold, and Reita waited patiently until Mad Sister stepped out of the bathroom, adjusting her robe. “You just won’t be feeding on the blood of innocents, that’s all.” Reita nodded, watching patiently as Mad Sister spread a towel on the bed, propping up all her pillows against the headboard, before turning to him and holding her hand out. “Your clothes and mask, dear. I don’t want that barbed wire anywhere near me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Reita said, quickly undressing. He had been prepared to hunt today, as Mad Sister usually wanted him, but now that plans had changed, he wouldn’t need clothes. After all, they wouldn’t be going outside. He neatly folded his clothes before carefully handing them over to her, leaving his mask on top of the pile, now naked except for his boxers. Mad Sister hummed and set the clothes aside, grabbing his collar and a leash from the dresser, turning to him.

“Kneel on the edge of the bed,” she said, and Reita nodded, crossing his hands behind his back and gripping his wrists once he was in position. Mad Sister stepped behind him, slid the collar around his neck, and buckled it in the back. Reita bit his lip, he loved when she took control like this, and he was almost annoyed that he wouldn’t get to experience what was to come, but he knew it had to be this way. He needed to feed.

Mad Sister clipped the leash to his collar, letting the loop hang off her wrist as she made herself comfortable on the bed, sitting back against her pile of pillows, spreading her legs, adjusting the towel underneath her, and finally taking off her panties. She made sure the skirt of her robe obscured her from view, but just the smell and the sight of her menstrual pad as she set her panties away was enough to make Reita shudder, a shaky breath leaving him. Mad Sister was quick to look up at him.

“Ready, Reita?”

“I think the question is rather whether or not you’re ready, Mistress,” Reita said, struggling to hold back, already feeling his control slipping. He was at the point of no return, they both knew.

“It’s alright, you can let go,” Mad Sister said, lifting her skirt, revealing long, smooth legs clad in fishnet stockings, garters clipped to the hem, and finally, her bleeding pussy. She was already leaking and staining the towel, and the sight of blood sent Reita over the edge. While Mad Sister folded her skirt up comfortably, making sure she wasn’t sitting on it, Reita cried out and bent forwards, gripping the sheets tightly, groaning as his consciousness faded.

The room fell silent except for the faint sounds of Reita’s heavy breathing, and Mad Sister kept a tight grip on the leash, watching him and preparing for the sudden change. “Come on out, Slugger,” she said after a moment, and Slugger groaned, cracking his neck. When he looked up, his eyes had changed, white irises with a red ring around them, and he lunged forwards, choking when the leash tightened, his mouth only centimeters away from Mad Sister.

“ᴸᴱᵀ ᴹᴱ ᶠᴱᴬˢᵀ,” he nearly whined, gripping her thighs and trying to pull himself closer to the source of the blood.

“Calm yourself, Slugger,” Mad Sister said, using the grip on his leash to pull his head up. “Do you not recognise your own Mistress?”

Slugger looked up at her, his expression softening when he realised who she was, taking a few deep breaths and licking his lips. “ᴵ'ᴹ ˢᴼᴿᴿʸ, ᴹᴵˢᵀᴿᴱˢˢ,” he said, no longer straining against the collar. “ᴵ'ᴹ ˢᴼ ᴴᵁᴺᴳᴿʸ.”

“I know it’s been a while since you fed, but you need to control your urges. Can you be a good boy for me, Slugger?”

“ʸᴱˢ, ᴹᴵˢᵀᴿᴱˢˢ,” Slugger said, nodding eagerly, grinning when she rested the hand holding the leash on her stomach, giving him room to move. He got into a comfortable position, head hovering between her spread legs, and he had to tear his gaze away from her crotch to meet her eyes. “ᴾᴸᴱᴬˢᴱ, ᴹᴵˢᵀᴿᴱˢˢ.”

“If I feel teeth, you will be punished, is that clear?” Slugger nodded, and she leaned back, spreading her legs comfortably, burying one hand in his hair. “Go on then, pet. Feed.”

Slugger groaned and lowered his head, closing his eyes as he lapped at the blood running down her body, starting at the bottom of the trail and working his way upwards. He almost lost it as the first taste hit his tongue, but he managed to reel himself in just in time. Normally, he didn’t have to worry about being careful and not biting, he could feast to his heart’s content during a hunt, but this was his mistress, and he didn’t want to injure her by getting too excited.

Thankfully, her blood flow was always heavy on the first day, and by the time he’d licked his way to her pussy, more blood was spilling onto his tongue. His thumbs gently parted her lips, and he kissed and licked every bit of skin that was stained red, groaning in pleasure, her taste nearly intoxicating. Her blood was delicious, rich, different from the blood that seeped from open skin wounds. This blood had already coagulated, and every now and then, he’d catch a clot on his tongue, and he knew he was swallowing more than just blood.

The first moan from Mad Sister came when he sucked on her clit, and he looked up to see her eyes half closed, cheeks flushed, her lips parted around quiet gasps. She was watching him, and Slugger stuck his tongue out and pressed the tip just inside her, opening his mouth wide and letting her watch as her blood pooled on his tongue.

“That’s quite the sight,” she said and grinned, tugging gently on his hair, and he groaned and went back to licking. He flattened his tongue against her, going slow, licking long stripes from her hole to her clitoris, occasionally flicking it with his tongue. He kept going like that until she seemed to tire of his teasing, fingers tightening in his hair, pulling his head up and forcing him to focus on her clit for a moment.

He gladly sucked it into his mouth, rubbing it slowly with his tongue, watching her face and trying to find the right angle. Finally she shuddered, her thighs clamping around his head as she moaned, and he focused on repeating that motion over and over as she clenched and shivered underneath him. Once she relaxed, he went back to slow, gentle licks, until she pulled him back by his hair, and he whined desperately. “ᴾᴸᴱᴬˢᴱ, ᴵ ᵂᴬᴺᵀ ᴹᴼᴿᴱ.”

“One second, fuck,” Mad Sister said, leaning back and panting heavily, keeping his head up and away from her pussy. She groaned when he slipped two fingers inside her and pulled them back out, sucking on them and moaning eagerly. “You’re so impatient, Slugger. You know I’ll be bleeding heavily all day both today and tomorrow.”

“ᴮᵁᵀ ʸᴼᵁ ᵀᴬˢᵀᴱ ˢᴼ ᴳᴼᴼᴰ,” Slugger said, licking his lips, stained red by her blood.

“One more round, but then we’re taking a break,” she said and sighed, letting up on his hair, letting lean back in between her legs. He moaned and slipped his tongue between her lips, lapping gently, knowing she didn’t appreciate it when he was too rough with her. Her blood tasted different now, mixed with something else, but he didn’t mind. He enjoyed eating her out even when she wasn’t on her period, though it was typically Reita doing the work then, and he was different. More patient, more focused on her pleasure, less hungry.

He closed his lips around her entrance and sucked gently, pushing his tongue inside, needing more, already having licked her pussy clean. Now that he was no longer licking, he raised one hand to play with her clit, moving his fingers on each side of the sensitive nub, paying attention to the sounds she made. She massaged his scalp gently, and he hummed at the nonverbal praise, stroking her insides with his tongue, trying to get as much of her blood as possible.

He kept going until he felt a tug on his hair, and he knew what she wanted. He shifted so he was stimulating her clit directly, moving his fingers the way she liked, finding a good rhythm and sticking to it. Her moans rose in volume, until she tensed again, relaxing back with a shuddering gasp. He licked and rubbed her gently until she was pulling him away again, and this time, he sat back, just licking his lips and panting softly along with her.

“ᴰᴵᴰ ᴵ ᴰᴼ ᴳᴼᴼᴰ, ᴹᴵˢᵀᴿᴱˢˢˀ” he asked, and Mad Sister hummed and patted the mattress next to her, stretching out her legs. He lay down with his head in her lap, smiling as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Very good, Slugger,” she said, reaching down to wipe some blood off his chin with her thumb, letting him lick it clean with a fond smile. “You’re a very good boy.”


Day 19: Double Penetration, Ruki/Uruha/Reita

With the help of both Uruha and Ruki’s hands, Reita straddled Uruha’s lap, facing away from Uruha, reaching down to grip his dick. He held it up to his lubed up entrance, groaning as the tip pressed against his hole. “Take your time, Reita, don’t rush,” Uruha said from behind him, and Reita nodded, slowly sliding down on his dick. They’d spent enough time on prep that he didn’t feel any pain, and once he was properly seated, all of Uruha’s length inside him, he leaned back on his arms, hands on either side of Uruha, and looked up at Ruki.

“A little help?” he asked, and Ruki grinned.

“How are you doing down there, Uruha? Do you need a minute?”

Uruha was lying on his back, head propped up on a pillow, hands resting on Reita’s hips, just enjoying Reita’s ass around his cock for the time being. “I’m good if he is,” he said, smiling up at Ruki, who nodded and smeared some more lube on his fingers.

“What a sight,” he said as he reached down, gently rubbing one finger along Reita’s rim, which was stretched around Uruha’s shaft, glistening with lube. He pushed the tip of his middle finger inside, wiggling it and grinning at the gasp Reita let out. “Sure you’re ready?”

“Please, Ruki, don’t tease,” Reita mumbled, biting his lip and giving Ruki a pleading look, who chuckled breathlessly. He eased the rest of his finger into Reita and started thrusting slowly, taking it easy, giving both Reita and Uruha time to get used to the stretch. Still, Reita was far from tight, and it wasn’t long before he could add a second finger.

“I can’t wait to have you in here with me,” Uruha groaned and Ruki hummed in agreement. Reita was silent, lips parted as he tried to breathe evenly, concentrating on relaxing his muscles and just enjoying the sensations of being stretched. Only when Ruki added a third finger did he whimper softly, and Ruki paused to raise an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t stop,” Reita said quickly, meeting Ruki’s gaze so he would know he was serious. “Please, I can take it.” Ruki nodded, slowly moving his fingers inside Reita, paying close attention to his reactions. When Reita’s brow stopped creasing and his sounds went from strained to just moans, Ruki pulled his fingers out, lubing up his cock instead.

“Ass up, Reita, I need to make room,” Uruha said, helping Reita raise his hips. He bent his knees and spread his legs, watching Ruki get between them, moaning as hands travelled down the insides of his thighs.

“Mm, am I invited?” Ruki asked, grinning down at Uruha.

“Please, help me fill our sweet boyfriend to the brim.” Reita moaned at that, nodding eagerly up at Ruki, leaning back even more and spreading his knees apart as far as possible. Ruki bent down to kiss him, moving his lips slowly against Reita’s as he guided his dick to his entrance, lining up alongside Uruha. He waited a little while before he started to push inside, pulling away from Reita’s mouth and groaning at how tight he was.

“Fuck, quit squeezing,” Ruki mumbled, but Reita didn’t have the breath to answer. Even after having Uruha and three of Ruki’s fingers inside him, this was quite the stretch, and he couldn’t stop his body from trying to push Ruki out again, despite how many times they’d done this before. It was just as intense each time, which was part of why Reita loved it so much, but that also meant it took a while to adjust.

When Ruki was fully inside him, he tipped his head back and moaned. Both his boyfriends were inside him, their cocks filling and stretching him deliciously, and he bit his lip as pleasured noises continued spilling from him. Eventually, the pain faded away, and he slowly rocked his hips, groaning when he felt nothing but pleasure. “You can move now.”

Ruki nodded, casting a quick glance down at Uruha, who smiled up at him and started thrusting his hips, slowly at first. They alternated between pulling out and pushing in, going gently so nobody would get hurt, all three moaning softly. Eventually, Reita’s moans turned desperate, and they sped up their thrusts, bucking into his ass.

Uruha’s fingers tightened on Reita’s hips, and Ruki grabbed his ass, both of them holding him still as they fucked him hard, Reita now moaning loudly, arching his back and closing his eyes. “Fuck, yes, so good, fuck me,” he said, words slightly slurred, lost in the pleasure, the sound making both Uruha and Ruki groan, their cocks twitching inside him.

It wasn’t long before Uruha reached his climax, pushing up into Reita and filling him with spurt after spurt of his cum, groaning deeply. Ruki cursed and slowed his thrusts, not wanting to hurt Uruha, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop moving entirely. Uruha’s cum made everything more slick, and he snapped his hips against Reita’s ass once Uruha seemed to have recovered, pounding into him until he came as well.

Reita was almost painfully hard, cum dripping out of him, Ruki and Uruha’s cocks still inside him, and he opened his eyes to give Ruki a grateful look when his hand closed around his dick. Ruki stroked him just right, making him moan and shudder, and before long, he was coating his stomach in his cum, thighs quivering from the effort of holding himself up and staying still.

They pulled out of him carefully, first Ruki, then Uruha, and Reita lowered himself down onto Uruha’s chest with a content sigh. “That was so good,” he mumbled, smiling when arms wrapped around him from behind, Uruha rolling them onto their sides.

“Agreed,” Uruha said, burying his face in Reita’s hair, eyes closed as he enjoyed the closeness. Ruki lay down on the opposite side of Reita, cuddling up to them, groaning when his shoulder was slapped.

“What was that for?”

“Go get something to clean up with before we dirty the sheets,” Reita said, and Ruki rolled his eyes, but he got up with a groan of protest.

“Thank you,” Uruha said when Ruki returned with a towel, wiping all three of them down. “I’ll do it next time.”

“You said that last time, too,” Ruki said, but there was no malice in his tone, and he smiled as he tossed the towel away and crawled back into bed, pulling the covers up to their necks. “All good, Reita?”

“A bit loose, but otherwise, perfect,” Reita said, opening his eyes just enough to see the smile on Ruki’s face, draping one arm over his waist. “There’s nothing like being able to pleasure you both at once.”

Ruki and Uruha hummed in agreement at that.