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“What do you know about cuckholdry?”

Kiryu glanced away from the mirror over to Tachibana sitting on the bed. They were in his penthouse, Kiryu getting dressed after a night together.

“I don’t think I know what that means,” Kiryu said, shrugging his suit on.

“Well, before I explain that, may I ask you a question?”

“Of course, Tachibana-san,” Kiryu said.

“How would you feel about Oda-san watching us have sex?”

Kiryu stared in response. “Excuse me?”

If it was anyone but Tachibana saying that, Kiryu would have thought it was a joke.

“Oda-san derives sexual pleasure from watching me have sex with others,” Tachibana said.

“You and Oda are…?”

“We’re in an open relationship,” Tachibana said.

“I see.”

When Kiryu’s expression showed he clearly didn’t see, Tachibana continued. “Oda-san and I are in a committed relationship, but we have sex with others at certain times.”

“And you’re alright with it?”

“We both are. It leads to a very fulfilling sex life for us both. I wanted to ask if you would indulge us for this fetish of ours.”

“Which is… Oda watching?”

Tachibana looked pensive. “Well, we would ultimately like to take it further than him just watching; however, we understand this might be very strange and uncomfortable for you.”

Kiryu had to admit it sounded strange, but he wasn’t necessarily opposed. He enjoyed sex with Tachibana, and if he were to indulge them, what could the harm be?

“If you’re open to try, I would like to try one night of very simple sex. No fetishes present, aside from cuckholdry. Oda would simply be watching while we had sex.”

“I… I don’t think that would be a problem,” Kiryu said.

“Great,” Tachibana said, glowing. “If you’re amenable to the idea of something more, Oda and I will discuss more with you after tomorrow’s evening. Will you be able to be here at the same time as tonight?”

Kiryu wracked his mind for any plans that would make a problem. “No, I can be here.”

“Perfect. I’ll see you then, Kiryu-san.”

Kiryu arrived to the penthouse the same time the next evening. He’d put on too much cologne by accident and hoped that he wouldn’t come across as overly eager. He stepped into Tachibana’s bedroom and bowed slightly at Oda.

“Yo, Kiryu-san, you’re right on time,” Oda said, looking relaxed.

“Hello,” Kiryu said. He wasn’t sure what else he could say.

“Is this your first time doing something like this?”

“Yes.”

“Well, don’t be too nervous. Tachibana-san should join us soon. He’s in the shower, getting ready.”

Kiryu was surprised that Oda was being so amicable. Usually Oda came across as irritable whenever Kiryu was around, but right now, he was being downright friendly.

“Ah, Kiryu-san, good to see you,” Tachibana said, his voice warm as he strolled from the bathroom. He was wearing loose-fitting pajamas, looking relaxed as he walked in. His hair was damp and he smelled like soap.

Tachibana strolled to the sofa where Oda was sitting and sat next to him.

“Before I start explaining, do you have any questions?” Tachibana asked.

Kiryu wet his lips. He felt nervous. “Is this… just an excuse for a threesome?”

Oda and Tachibana both shook their heads.

“No. However, that could be something in the future if this arrangement works out well,” Tachibana said.

“For tonight, I’ll just be watching, from this spot, actually,” Oda said.

Kiryu furrowed his brows. “And… you get off just watching?”

Oda gave him a small smile. “Yes, I do.”

“Like I mentioned last night,” Tachibana began saying. “If you enjoy this arrangement, we could try something a bit more… intense, for next time. However, this is a no-pressure offer. If you find yourself uncomfortable, you are free to leave at any time.”

Kiryu eyed Oda. He was more relaxed than Kiryu could ever remember seeing.

“You’ll just sit here?”

Oda nodded. “I won’t even make a sound.”

“Well, I’m fine with that,” Kiryu finally said.

“Wonderful,” Tachibana said, smiling warmly. He pecked Oda on the cheek before standing up and pulling Kiryu out of his seat and lead him to the bed.

Kiryu followed along easily, letting out a soft sight when Tachibana began kissing him. Kiryu had never been particularly impressed by the kisses he’d had before; chaste pecks or sloppy makeouts with girls had made him think he was indifferent to kissing, but Tachibana had changed that. He was insistent with his kisses, constantly making Kiryu adjust to his relentless pace. His tongue always tangled with his own, something that made Kiryu gasp for the first time during a kiss.

Kiryu started undressing, first pulling a condom from his jacket before tossing it aside. He glanced at Oda as he did. Oda was just… sitting there, observing. He didn’t look away, or even embarrassed. When his gaze met Kiryu’s, it was Kiryu who was embarrassed, so he glanced away.

Kiryu began running his hands up and down Tachibana’s abdomen, appreciating the soft sigh that Tachibana let out against his neck. He pushed up the soft pajama top he was wearing and lightly pushed Tachibana onto the bed. He began licking Tachibana’s nipples, his cock hardening as he heard Tachibana struggle to hold back a moan.

“Let me hear you,” Kiryu said, his voice husky.

Tachibana removed his hand from his mouth and allowed himself to be heard as Kiryu paid attention to his nipples, licking and sucking them as one of his hands worked its way to Tachibana’s bottoms. He was tenting the soft material, something that made Kiryu’s heart race. He tugged Tachibana’s bottoms down, waiting a moment for Tachibana to lift himself up and shimmy out of them.

Kiryu stroked Tachibana’s hard length a few times before fumbling for the lube. Tachibana smiled at him and passed him the bottle. He murmured a thank you as Tachibana rolled onto his stomach, raising his hips into the air.

Kiryu stroked Tachibana’s ass with one hand while his other warmed lube between his fingers. As he began rubbing his fingers against Tachibana’s entrance, Kiryu glanced back at Oda. He was staring intensely, and Kiryu could see that he was tenting his trousers. Kiryu turned his attention back to Tachibana, suddenly self-conscious with an audience other than who he was fingering.

Kiryu pushed a finger inside and Tachibana keened. He massaged inside him as he worked his hole open, drinking in the soft gasps and moans Tachibana was letting out. Kiryu’s face heated up as he realized that Oda was watching him finger Tachibana, that Kiryu was the one making him make those noises. He wondered if it made Oda angry to not be the one fingering his lover open. After another glance, he decided that Oda was definitely a big fan of this.

Kiryu made a show of pouring more lube onto his fingers, using his other hand to stroke Tachibana. That made him start letting out more and more noise, moaning loudly against the pillow.

“Kiryu-san, please...”

Kiryu was usually one to listen after the first time someone asked, but not tonight. “Please what?”

Tachibana moaned and raised his hips higher. “Please fuck me, Kiryu-san.”

Kiryu spread his fingers to make sure Tachibana was prepared and put the condom on before lubing himself up. He could feel Oda staring at his cock, he knew he was watching Kiryu line up with Tachibana’s hole.

“Ready?”

“Yes, yes, get on with it.”

Kiryu began pushing inside, letting out a low moan as Tachibana opened up for him. They’d had sex the night before but the memory was nowhere as good as the real thing. Tachibana was letting out loud moans whenever Kiryu would move further in. Kiryu splayed his hand out across his back as he thrust his hips, his cock buried inside.

“So good, so full,” Tachibana gasped out.

Kiryu thrust again, reveling in the loud moan Tachibana left out. Kiryu started thrusting, slowly at first, letting Tachibana get adjusted. Eventually, Tachibana started moaning “faster, faster” so Kiryu obliged. He reached his hand around and started stroking Tachibana, swiping his thumb across the head as he jerked him off. Tachibana tightened around him and let out a high-pitched squeal, so Kiryu slowed the drag of his cock. Tachibana gasped while he came, spilling into Kiryu’s fist.

Kiryu was grateful when Tachibana signaled he could keep fucking him. He didn’t last much longer, but the agony of sitting still while Tachibana’s hole fluttered around him was almost too much.

Kiryu buried his cock deep inside and came with a grunt, satisfied when Tachibana moaned with him. He pulled out gently and tied the condom, tossing it in the same garbage he’d tossed his condom from last night in.

Kiryu helped Tachibana lie down and pushed the hair back from his face.

“Thank you, Kiryu-san.”

Kiryu nodded and glanced at Oda. Tachibana followed his gaze and smiled. “He’s a good audience, is he not?”

Kiryu wet his lips, unsure if he should still ignore Oda, but the decision was made for him when Oda disappeared and returned with a damp washcloth. Even as he wiped the sweat from Tachibana’s forehead, Kiryu could see how hard he was through his slacks.

“Um. Should I leave?”

“You are, as always, free to stay,” Tachibana said, smiling up at Oda. “And, as always, you are free to leave.”

Kiryu looked at the intense look Oda was giving Tachibana and decided the two should have their moment in privacy, without a third pair of eyes. “I’ll be heading back to my apartment, I think.”

“Meet us in the boardroom tomorrow afternoon, if you could,” Tachibana said. Kiryu could tell he was itching to touch Oda.

“I’ll see you then.”

Kiryu headed home with his mind racing. The sex had been good, just like the last time. Oda watching hadn’t been odd, it had been… interesting. It made Kiryu want to perform better, give him a show. He wondered what the two men had in store for him next time.

Kiryu was the last to arrive to the meeting the next day. He’d overslept and had to rush into Tokyo. Tachibana and Oda were having a quiet discussion when he walked in.

“I’m so sorry for being late,” Kiryu said, carefully closing the door behind him.

“Ah, Kiryu-san, that’s perfectly fine,” Tachibana said warmly. Both Tachibana and Oda looked more relaxed than Kiryu could remember seeing them.

“So… what’s this meeting about?” Kiryu asked, pulling up to the table.

“How did you enjoy last night?” Tachibana asked.

“I… I liked it,” Kiryu said, almost embarrassed that he wasn’t more opposed to it.

Oda nodded. “We’d like to discuss something more intense.”

“And what would that be?” Kiryu asked.

“Oda-san likes… being humiliated during sex,” Tachibana said. Though Oda didn’t look away, his face did redden.

“What does that have to do with me?” Kiryu asked.

“We would like you to come into our bedroom and, if you’re comfortable with it, join me in belittling Oda-san. If you’re uncomfortable with participating in humiliation-play, we would be open to you simply being present while I berate him.”

“What would this ‘humiliation’ look like?” Kiryu asked, curious.

“Well, for example, Oda-san would enjoy if you made fun of him for not being the one to have sex with me. Or, belittled his size, or his performance in bed.”

Kiryu frowned. “Isn’t that cruel?”

Oda piped up now. “In this context, it wouldn’t be. It would be make-believe.”

Tachibana nodded. “Oda-san and I have a fulfilling sex life between the two of us, but he enjoys when others call him inadequate for me.”

“Why?” Kiryu asked.

Oda laughed. “I’m a masochist, Kiryu-san. Couldn’t you tell?”

Kiryu shook his head.

Tachibana smiled wanly before continuing. “I would very much enjoy Oda having to, for example, put the condom on you, or prepare me for intercourse while he is unable to have what he wants.”

“So he would just… watch again?”

“I would like to be closer this time,” Oda said. “Since this is more of an improvisational evening, I’d like to be closer so Tachibana-san can let out his sadism.”

Kiryu smiled. “So, a masochist found his sadist, huh?”

Now Tachibana was the one looking flustered while Oda grinned.

“Another thing, Kiryu-san,” Tachibana said. “We would like to focus on jealousy for the evening. In addition, we’d like to be in scene as much as possible.”

“In scene?”

Oda and Tachibana glanced at each other.

“Essentially, unless you have a question about how things will be playing out during the evening, we’d like to act as if this were a spur of the moment event, instead of something that had been planned out,” Tachibana said.

“Oh, I see,” Kiryu said. “So, like I’m just making fun of Oda on my own accord, instead of having been told he enjoys it.”

“Yes, exactly,” Tachibana said, smiling warmly.

“Would you be comfortable with me jerking off this time, Kiryu-san?” Oda asked. Kiryu found it amazing he could keep such a straight face when asking such a question.

“I’m fine with that,” Kiryu said.

“Even though we won’t be doing anything intense during this scene, we’d still like to emphasize that you’re free to leave at any time,” Tachibana said. “Since it’s mostly vanilla, we won’t be using a safeword, so you’re free to speak your mind and we will take you seriously.”

“Is there… anything I shouldn’t do?” Kiryu asked.

Oda and Tachibana looked at each other for a moment.

“Well, the only things we have as hard no’s are things that won’t come up in this scenario,” Tachibana said, musing.

Oda looked thoughtful. “I can’t think of anything.”

They were silent for a few beats, the sound of foot-traffic outside filling the air.

“Ah, I almost forgot,” Tachibana said. “I would very much enjoy it if you were rougher with me.”

“Rougher?”

Tachibana nodded. “Yes. Things like shoving my head onto the mattress, going extra hard, things of that nature. I do not, however, like having my hair pulled, nor do I enjoy being belittled.”

Kiryu would never dream of belittling his boss, but he nodded anyway.

“So when will we be doing this?”

Tachibana pulled a pocket calendar from his suit and opened it, scanning the pages with a frown.

“Hm. How about next weekend?”

“That would work for me,” Kiryu said.

“Ah, right,” Oda said. “Would you mind if I walk in like I caught you two?”

Kiryu wet his lips. “I… I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that. I might start second guessing myself and wonder whether I should stop or not.”

Oda nodded. Kiryu was worried he would have made them upset, but they both looked nonplussed.

“Then Oda-san will be in the room when you arrive, just like last time,” Tachibana said, making a note in his calendar. “Well then. I believe that ties up any loose ends, unless you have more questions.”

Kiryu shook his head.

“Wonderful. We’ll see you next Saturday at nine p.m. sharp.”

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Kiryu cleared his throat on the elevator ride up. Tachibana was waiting for him in his penthouse and Kiryu struggled to stop himself from getting hard. Tachibana was… a good lay, to put it lightly.

The elevator ride took forever, but the door finally pinged open with a pleasant sound and Kiryu stepped forward. He made his way to Tachibana’s room and stopped short at the threshold.

“Ah, Kiryu-san, you’re here,” Tachibana said. He had Oda’s chin in his hand, forcing him to stare up at him from where he was kneeling on the floor.

“Hello Tachibana-san, Oda-san,” Kiryu said carefully, closing the door behind him.

“Oda-san has displeased me beyond measure today,” Tachibana said evenly. Oda was looking up at him, his eyes pleading for something Kiryu couldn’t understand.

“Oh? What did he do?”

“It’s more like what he didn’t do,” Tachibana said, letting go of Oda’s chin, making him fall to the floor. He turned away and began unbuttoning his shirt. Kiryu stepped forward to assist him, glancing at Oda’s form on the ground.

Oda stared up at Kiryu in agony as he helped Tachibana undress.

Once Tachibana’s chest was bare, he began pulling his slacks off. “He couldn’t get hard earlier. Can you believe that, Kiryu-san?”

Kiryu chuckled darkly. “What kind of guy can’t get hard for someone like you, Tachibana-san?”

Oda made an agonized noise on the floor, but Kiryu barely spared him a glance. Instead, he began mouthing at the spot on Tachibana’s neck that would make him noisy.

“Oda-san, get the lube,” Tachibana said breathlessly, not breaking away from Kiryu.

Oda scrambled to stand up and rushed to Tachibana’s side with the lube, moving to hand it over. Tachibana laughed cruelly.

“Oh, don’t think I’ll be preparing myself. You do it, Oda-san. It’s the least you can do for disappointing me earlier.”

“Of course, sir,” Oda said, his voice tight.

“Kiryu-san, lay down,” Tachibana said. Kiryu obliged and lost his breath when Tachibana laid across his lower half. From where Kiryu was laying, he could see Tachibana spread his legs to allow access to Oda while Tachibana focused on Kiryu’s cock.

“Hm. Already hard, isn’t that interesting, Oda-san?”

Oda didn’t reply.

“I asked you a question, Jun .”

“Yes, sir, it’s very interesting.”

Kiryu watched as Oda poured lube over his fingers while Tachibana began licking stripes up and down his cock. He inhaled deeply at the junction of Kiryu’s torso and thigh, making Kiryu’s cock twitch.

Tachibana was lazily stroking Kiryu, obviously enjoying himself. He licked at the precum beaded at the head, but made no motion to take him into his mouth. Kiryu glanced at Oda and saw that he was staring daggers at Tachibana, paying so much attention to him.

Kiryu wet his lips. “You like my cock?”

Tachibana grinned at him, rubbing the shaft against his cheek affectionately. “I love it, Kiryu-san. So thick and hard for me. And so long . It’s like you’re splitting me apart when we fuck.”

After he spoke, Tachibana let out a whine, his attention to Kiryu’s cock paused as Oda started fingering him in earnest.

“I think someone’s getting jealous,” Tachibana said breathlessly, grinning up at Kiryu.

Oda huffed.

“That’s enough, Oda-san,” Tachibana said. Oda pulled his fingers out and Tachibana stood up, pulling Kiryu up with him. As Kiryu stood up, Tachibana dug through Kiryu’s discarded blazer. He found a condom and tossed it at Oda before arranging himself on his bed.

“Put the condom on, Oda-san,” Tachibana said, his voice slightly muffled.

“Wh-what? On me?” Oda said, his brows knit together.

Tachibana laughed, a cruel sound Kiryu never expected to hear from him. “No, you idiot. Put it on Kiryu .”

Oda swallowed heavily and tore the condom packet open.

“Bet you’ve never seen that kind of packaging before,” Kiryu said, choking on his first words as Oda wrapped the condom around him. “Finding condoms big enough is always a challenge, but I suppose you don’t have to worry about that, do you?”

Oda glared at Kiryu before giving him another stroke, ensuring the condom was on securely. “He’s ready, Tachibana-san.”

“Come over here, I want to see how pained your face is when someone competent fucks me,” Tachibana said as Kiryu lined his cock up with his entrance.

Just as Oda knelt next to the bed to be eye-level with Tachibana, Kiryu started pushing in. He got a cruel sense of satisfaction knowing that Oda was watching the one he loved get speared open by someone else.

“Oh.. Oh god,” Tachibana gasped out, his hand tugging tightly at the sheets. “He’s… he’s huge.”

Kiryu pushed Tachibana’s head against the bedspread, his cock twitching when Tachibana let out a long moan as Kiryu continued pushing inside. He was tight and warm around him, but opening up so nicely.

“Thanks for preparing him for me, Oda-san,” Kiryu said breathlessly, thrusting his hips shallowly as he bottomed out.

Oda barely even glanced at him, his gaze locked on Tachibana instead.

“What’s it like to see a huge cock splitting Tachibana-san in half, Oda-san?” Kiryu asked, beginning to drag his cock out. He gripped Tachibana’s hips tightly as he started pistoning his hips.

“Fuck off,” Oda said venomously.

“Oda-san, be polite,” Tachibana said, the breath getting stolen from his lungs as Kiryu chose that moment to slam his cock inside.

Watching the jealousy in Oda’s eyes was making Kiryu feel cruel, so he began thrusting hard and fast, not giving Tachibana time to adjust like he usually would. Tachibana moaned wantonly, sounding more undone than Kiryu had ever heard him.

“Tachibana-san...” Oda said quietly.

“Don’t be jealous, Oda-san,” Tachibana said, his syllables punctuated with Kiryu’s thrusts knocking him forwards. “Just think, if you weren’t such a failure, this could have been you.”

Kiryu groaned as Tachibana tightened around him. He reached his hand to start jerking Tachibana off, but he slapped his hand away.

“N-no, let Oda do it,” Tachibana said between moans.

As soon as Tachibana spoke, Oda’s hand was wrapped around Tachibana’s cock. He looked desperate to please, his eyes glued on Tachibana’s face buried against the mattress. Kiryu started pounding harder, the room filled with sounds of his hips slamming against Tachibana’s ass.

“Think you can manage to make me cum, Oda-san?”

Oda nodded frantically and Kiryu could tell his hand sped up around Tachibana’s cock.

Tachibana laughed cruelly again, a light, airy thing. “Touch yourself.”

“B-but...”

“You heard me.”

“Y-yes, sir,” Oda said. He almost looked guilty as he reached his hand down. Kiryu couldn’t see from his position, but from the frantic way his arm was moving, he had to be jerking himself off.

“Harder, Kiryu-san,” Tachibana begged, gasping when Kiryu obliged. He started whining as Kiryu fucked him as hard as he could, sweat dripping down his forehead from his efforts. His rhythm became irregular as he got closer and he moaned loudly when he finally started cumming.

Kiryu leaned over Tachibana’s form and mouthed at his neck, his ears ringing as he came. Vaguely he realized that Tachibana was whispering something to Oda, but he was so preoccupied with his own orgasm that he couldn’t make the words out. As he came back to himself, he stood back up and slowly pulled out of Tachibana. Kiryu spread his cheeks with one hand, loving the way his hole winked as it tried to close without his cock inside him.

“Let Oda-san take care of the condom,” Tachibana said, rolling over, his cock softening against his thigh.

Oda came over and Kiryu smirked at him. Oda pulled the condom off and tied it expertly before tossing it in a nearby trash can.

“Would you mind getting me a smoke, Kiryu-san?”

Kiryu nodded and pulled out two cigarettes from his discarded blazer, almost laughing when Oda hurriedly offered the flame to them both, his cock weeping even as he deferred to Tachibana.

Tachibana took a long drag and puffed the smoke in Oda’s direction. “Would you like to cum?”

Oda swallowed and Kiryu watched his Adam’s apple bob. “Yes, I would, sir.”

Tachibana cocked his head, taking another slow hit of his cigarette. “Cum on Kiryu’s condom, then.”

“W-what?” Oda asked, incredulous.

“You heard me. Jerk off into the trash can, right on top of the condom Kiryu used to fuck me properly.”

Oda wet his lips. “S-sir...”

“Am I not making myself clear?”

Oda frowned and didn’t speak again. Kiryu smoked lazily as he watched Oda stroke himself, his eyes shut tightly as he pinched his nipples and jerked off. He started groaning before Tachibana told him to be quiet.

“I can’t believe he couldn’t get hard,” Kiryu offered, tapping the ashes from his cigarette into the ashtray Tachibana had handed him.

“Mm. It’s a crime, isn’t it?” Tachibana said.

Oda let out a pained squeak and his rhythm became irregular. Soon, he gasped and started cumming into the trashcan.

“Pathetic,” Tachibana said once Oda had milked the final drops of cum from his cock.

“I’m so sorry, Tachibana-san.”

“Hmph. Why don’t you get Kiryu and I a towel?”

“Right away.”

Kiryu finished his cigarette and dropped the butt into the ashtray.

“Thank you for this, Kiryu-san,” Tachibana said warmly. “We really enjoyed tonight.”

Oda returned with a towel, looking more relaxed and satisfied than when he left. “You did great, Kiryu-san.”

Kiryu grinned at the praise. “I’m glad I could help.”

“You’re a real natural,” Oda said to Kiryu while he lovingly wiped the sweat from Tachibana’s forehead.

“I’m glad I didn’t go too far,” Kiryu said, gratefully taking the fresh towel Oda handed him. He had lube all over his thighs.

“Would you be interested in doing this again?” Tachibana asked.

“I think I would be. Oh, and Oda-san?”

“Yes?” Oda said, barely looking up from Tachibana.

“I didn’t really mean what I said about your size...”

Oda and Tachibana chuckled softly, but it wasn’t at Kiryu’s expense, he could tell.

“Don’t worry about it, Kiryu-san,” Oda said.

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There were many things about Kiryu’s life lately that surprised him, but the most surprising thing had to be fucking his boss while his supervisor watched. Kiryu hadn’t known about cuckoldry until Tachibana had brought it up, but he was really enjoying bullying Oda, even if it was just pretend. Since the first time Oda had been properly involved, the three of them were getting closer and closer to a true threesome. At first, Kiryu had been apprehensive about something like that. Sleeping with Tachibana had been happenstance, and Oda watching was a request he hadn’t felt the need to refuse. 

A threesome, though, felt more intense than what they’d been doing so far. But Kiryu liked that; he liked how Tachibana and Oda were introducing him to more extreme things in the bedroom. 

As he showered and cleaned up in Tachibana’s bathroom, he thought of how the night would go. They’d be in scene again, something he found he struggled with sometimes, but the two had introduced a safeword that helped him be crueler without worrying he was truly hurting any feelings. 

He finished up quickly and headed to the bedroom right after dressing in a simple loose robe, feeling a sense of deja vu as he walked in on Oda choking on Tachibana’s cock.

Tachibana, utterly naked, was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide, Oda still clothed and nestled between his thighs as he bobbed his head around Tachibana’s cock. His cock was decently smaller than Kiryu’s, but Oda had quite the gag reflex so he was fighting (and failing) not to gag around Tachibana’s cock as he pleasured him. Tachibana had his hand tangled in Oda’s long hair and was moaning lowly every so often as Oda got him off. 

“I can’t tell if he’s being rewarded or punished,” Kiryu observed, tilting his head to the side as he stepped closer.

Tachibana began to chuckle but it turned to a moan as Oda continued to sloppily suck him off, more intense now that Kiryu was there. 

“It usually looks the same for him, doesn’t it,” Tachibana said breathlessly, tightening his grip on Oda’s hair as he began fucking his hips upward.

Oda closed his eyes and Kiryu could tell he relaxed his throat as he started taking Tachibana’s cock even deeper down his throat. He moaned whorishly at the change in pace, his cock staining precum on the front of his slacks while Kiryu watched.

“He, ah, damn,” Tachibana cursed and threw his head back, pleasure overwhelming him as he used Oda’s throat. “Came too early while you… you were showering.”

Kiryu clicked his tongue. “Premature ejaculation, huh? Probably deserves a harsher punishment.”

“Yes, he does,” Tachibana said breathlessly, his throat working as he pushed Oda’s head against his pelvis and started cumming. His hips twitched forward as Oda’s throat milked every drop of cum out of him, swallowing dutifully and staring up at Tachibana like he was made of gold, even as tears gathered in the corners of his eyes. 

“What are we going to do about him?” Kiryu asked, stepping even closer, his own cock aching at the sight below him. 

Oda looked so pathetic as Tachibana pulled his cock out of his mouth. He coughed a few times, spit dribbling down the sides of his mouth as he caught his breath. His eyes were wide and damp with unfallen tears; Kiryu suddenly wanted a taste of his throat, too. 

As if reading his mind, Tachibana leaned back on the sofa and sighed heartily. “Why don’t you get some use out of his mouth, hm, Kiryu-san?”

“Gladly,” Kiryu said. “If he can’t even last long enough to make you cum, why bother even touching his cock?”

“Exactly,” Tachibana said. “Even with a condom on he came so quickly, it was pathetic.” 

Oda whined as Kiryu fisted his hair and pulled him closer, letting his robes fall loose and show off his huge erection. Oda opened his mouth wide and looked up at Kiryu apprehensively, wetting his lips as he took in just how much bigger Kiryu’s cock was compared to Tachibana’s. 

Impatient for his first orgasm, Kiryu decided to be extra cruel. He placed one of Oda’s hands on his thigh so he could safe-sign if necessary before holding either side of Oda’s head and thrusting deep into his throat without pause.

Oda moaned and Kiryu couldn’t help but match the sound as he felt the inner, silky part of Oda’s throat flutter around the tip of his cock. He continued thrusting in slowly until he could tell Oda had a bulge in his throat, swallowing madly and breathing shallowly through his nose as Kiryu held his head down.

“Fuck,” Kiryu cursed, sighing pleasantly as Oda’s throat milked around the head of his thick cock.

“Go ahead and fuck him harder, Kiryu-san,” Tachibana encouraged, already starting to get hard again at the sight in front of him. He was lazily stroking his half-hard cock when Kiryu glanced at him. 

Oda whined around Kiryu’s cock, his nostrils flaring and tears pooling in the corners of his eyes as Kiryu stared down at him. Kiryu’s cock throbbed violently at the sight, making Oda gag slightly and readjust his position so he wouldn’t be uncomfortable. 

Holding Oda’s long hair tighter, Kiryu started fucking his face in earnest. He moaned wantonly as Oda milked his cock with his silky, hot, wet throat. While Tachibana was an expert at giving head, Kiryu had to admit it couldn’t compare to Oda’s almost clumsy tactics and his softer throat. Kiryu also liked taking control like this, liked fucking into his face near violently, thrusting madly while Oda just took it, whimpering and whining as tears began to fall down his cheeks. Tachibana was always more active, bobbing his head and twisting around to make Kiryu feel good, but Oda was one who always just took what was given to him, holding Kiryu’s thigh tightly for the ride. 

His dewy, pathetic expression helped, too. 

Kiryu didn’t last much longer as Oda’s throat clumsily milked around his thick cock; he held his head down and came for ages, moaning loudly as he spilled down Oda’s throat and felt him swallowing frantically around him with each spurt of thick, hot cum. 

“Wow,” Tachibana murmured, jerking himself off properly by now. He watched closely as Oda pulled himself off Kiryu’s cock and coughed, breathing heavily as he caught his breath. 

As Kiryu watched Oda cough and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, he had an idea. They hadn’t discussed it before, but he had been told he was always welcome to suggest things in the moment–one of them would simply say no or safeword if it was out of the question.

“You want him to fuck you properly, don’t you?” Kiryu asked, his cock soft against his thigh.

Tachibana gave him a curious look. “Of course.”

“And you want to fuck him, right?”

“Obviously,” Oda said hoarsely.

“I think I know how to get that to work,” Kiryu said. He leaned down and rummaged through Oda’s breast pocket for his condoms, grateful he found another one. 

“Oh? How’s that?” Tachibana asked, perking up. 

“I’ll keep him hard even if he cums,” Kiryu said simply.

“Eh?” Oda sounded genuinely confused, still kneeling on the floor near the bed. 

“I finger your prostate and keep you hard even if you cum again,” Kiryu said, wetting his lips. “Stand up. Tachibana-san, lay how you’d like.”

Both of them seemed a little surprised at how Kiryu was taking so much initiative, but they moved eagerly to obey his directions. 

Tachibana laid on his back and spread his legs in the middle of the bed, meaning Oda would have to fuck him missionary style. While Tachibana was situating himself, Kiryu took the condom and ripped it open, sliding it carefully on Oda’s cock after he’d gotten naked. 

“This… Will it really work?” Oda asked nervously. “I already came but…”

Kiryu could tell Oda was worried he’d cum prematurely again. “Don’t worry, boss, I’ll keep you hard for him.”

Once Oda had slicked his cock up with lube, he shakily handed the bottle to Kiryu and gave him a curt nod.

“Climb on top of him, just like that,” Kiryu said, swallowing thickly as he watched Oda mount Tachibana.

Tachibana reached up and ran his fingers through Oda’s hair before pulling him into a kiss, a tender sight that had Kiryu turning away and blushing. But he had a job to do, so he steeled his nerves and spread Oda’s ass and gently began thumbing his tight hole. 

“Wait until I get my fingers inside,” Kiryu said, moving slightly to see how badly Oda wanted to slip his cock into Tachibana’s nicely prepared hole.

Tachibana chuckled cruelly at the pained groan Oda let out, as if it physically hurt him not to be fucking his lover in that moment. 

Kiryu slowly circled his thumb around Oda’s hole, appreciating how tight he was. Once Oda relaxed enough, Kiryu gently pressed his index finger inside–just the tip–and waited. Oda whimpered, his hips thrusting on instinct. Kiryu reached around and made sure his cock hadn’t accidentally slipped into Tachibana’s asshole with the movement. Luckily for Oda, he had just thrust up against the crease of Tachibana’s thigh.

They’d talked about Kiryu fucking Oda before, but they’d never done it before, so Oda seemed unused to his ass being played with. Kiryu loved all the moans and whimpers Oda let out as he began fucking him with a single finger.

“Please,” Oda begged, his body trembling as Kiryu continued slowly preparing his ass.

“Need to prep you thoroughly,” Kiryu said, wetting his lips. “Wouldn't want you getting hurt.”

Groaning, Oda nearly went limp over Tachibana’s body, relaxing deeply as Kiryu pressed a second finger inside him.

Now Kiryu felt out of his element; he knew where Tachibana's prostate was and how best to stimulate it, but he was clueless with Oda. Luckily for him, though, Oda seemed more sensitive and responsive than Tachibana. It didn't take much searching before Oda yelped and cursed Kiryu's name.

“There we go,” Kiryu said. “Now if you cum too early, I'll make you keep fucking him until he's satisfied.”

“What a perfect solution, Kiryu-san,” Tachibana said breathlessly.

“Start fucking him,” Kiryu said, sitting next to the both of them with his fingers still pressed in Oda’s ass. He was careful to move along with Oda's movements, smirking when Oda moved much slower and more tenderly as he positioned his cock at Tachibana's hole.

At first, it was a little awkward to move his hand in time with Oda’s clumsy thrusts, but Kiryu quickly got a hang of it and began bullying his prostate while he fucked Tachibana.

Oda was keening as he fucked him, loud and needy as he threw his head back in pleasure. His thrusts were erratic and off-kilter, but Tachibana was moaning all the same. He was jerking himself off as Oda fucked him, the both of them sweaty from exertion as Kiryu continued toying with Oda’s prostate.

It wasn’t long before Kiryu felt Oda’s ass clench tightly around him and begin spasming; he was cumming, whimpering pathetically as Tachibana caught his breath.

“No one said you could stop,” Kiryu said, pressing more insistently against Oda’s prostate. 

Yelping, Oda thrust again, whimpering as he went. “Sensitive..!”

“Maybe too sensitive if you’re still cumming so quickly,” Kiryu murmured, making Tachibana laugh. “Keep going. Your partner hasn’t even cum yet. How can you let yourself orgasm first?”

“He feels too good,” Oda gasped out, groaning as Kiryu teased his prostate to keep him hard and fucking Tachibana. 

“Pathetic excuse,” Kiryu said. “It’s a good thing I’m here so you can actually manage to pleasure him for once.”

“D-Damnit,” Oda cursed, his thrusts even more shaky and unsteady as Kiryu pressed against his prostate as hard as he could while he matched his thrusts.

Tachibana was being much louder now, moaning wantonly as he jerked himself off and tangled his hand in Oda’s messy hair. Kiryu could tell he was close, but Oda seemed too preoccupied with himself and lasting longer to notice, so he didn’t say anything. It was too much fun to bully him like this.

Both Oda and Tachibana moaned loudly as Tachibana arched his back and tensed up, spurting cum across his abdomen as he finally came. 

Oda’s hips came to a stuttering halt, no doubt overwhelmed by the pleasure of Tachibana’s orgasm, but Kiryu pushed against his prostate and made him keep fucking him.

“At least fuck him through it,” Kiryu said.

“Ah, ah!” Oda let out staccato moans as Kiryu continued bullying him, but he did continue fucking Tachibana like his life depended on it.

“Oh, Wei Tian,” Tachibana moaned, squeezing his eyes tightly shut as he started twitching in overstimulation. 

“F-Fuck, ah..!” Without warning, Oda was cumming again.

Kiryu massaged his prostate as he buried himself deep in Tachibana’s ass, milking as much cum out of him as he could manage. It was a shame he was wearing a condom or else Kiryu could see Tachibana’s hole dribbling out the multiple loads of Oda’s cum. 

“There, now was that so difficult, Oda-san?” Kiryu said, still massaging Oda’s prostate–enjoying the way he whimpered and squirmed in overstimulation.

“Ah, K-Kiryu!” Oda was surprised when Kiryu used his free hand to guide him away from Tachibana. His cock was still hard and aching in the filled condom, and Kiryu couldn’t have that. He slid the condom off his cock and tossed it aside, admiring how red and angry his cock was despite his orgasms. 

Stroking Oda’s side and pressing another finger inside his ass as he leaned over Tachibana’s prone body, Kiryu murmured soft praises. “You did well, you know. Think you can take a little more? Another orgasm for me?”

“Ah, ah, I… Hngh…” Oda groaned as Kiryu scissored his fingers inside his ass, stretching him out much wider than he had in a long while. 

“I want to see you take his cock, Jun,” Tachibana said eagerly, breathlessly. 

Oda nearly collapsed on top of Tachibana as he whined. “Anything for you.”

“Let him get out of the way and watch,” Kiryu said.

He kept fingering Oda as Tachibana squirmed his way out from beneath Oda’s body. He came and stood to Kiryu’s side, stroking Oda’s flank as he admired how stretched out and puffy his rim was.

“Think he’s ready?” Tachibana asked with a glimmer in his eye, gently stroking around Kiryu’s fingers and making Oda yelp in surprise. 

“More than,” Kiryu said, unable to suppress a moan when he felt Tachibana slip a condom onto his cock and stroke him with plenty of lube.

Tachibana pressed his body against Kiryu’s and whispered against his ear, making Kiryu shudder. “Wreck him, Kiryu-san.”

“Of course,” Kiryu replied, finally pulling out his fingers and spreading Oda’s rim to admire his handiwork. “And I bet he likes it rough, too, doesn’t he?”

“Yes!” Oda cried out, his voice muffled as he pressed his face against the fancy duvet cover on the bed. 

Smirking, Kiryu shoved Oda’s head down against the bed even further and began sliding his cock into the tight channel of his ass. He moaned at the way Oda tightened up around him, but he kept sliding in despite the slight resistance.

Taking a risk, Kiryu yanked Oda up by the hair, unsurprised when his cock throbbed wildly and his ass spasmed around Kiryu’s cock. 

“F-Fuck– you, a-ah,” Oda babbled as Kiryu wrapped his arms around Oda’s torso and began pistoning his hips deep inside his tight ass. Every thrust was met with a staccato moan that went higher and higher in pitch as Kiryu tightened his grip on Oda’s hair, pulling every so often and getting rewarded with a tightening around his aching cock. 

“So perfect,” Tachibana murmured, lounging behind Kiryu and watching with sparkling eyes as Kiryu utterly wrecked Oda’s asshole. “Pinch his nipples.”

Kiryu obeyed instantly, using his free hand to begin bullying Oda’s pert nipples. Oda nearly doubled over, but was unable to thanks to how tightly Kiryu had him in his hold.

“Oh god, oh god,” Oda chanted, cumming all over the bed as he had a hands-free orgasm thanks to Kiryu’s long, thick cock. “Fuck..!”

Kiryu wanted to overstimulate him longer, but he could already feel his balls drawing up in preparation of his own orgasm, so he simply fucked him more roughly and let his orgasm roll over him, biting down onto the side of Oda’s neck hard enough to leave a mark.

Oda panted as Kiryu gently thrusted into him, milking his way through his orgasm. They were both sweaty from exertion– Oda doubly so, thanks to how many orgasms he’d had that night. Without thinking, Kiryu let him go and was surprised when Oda simply collapsed onto the bed beneath him, Kiryu’s cock slipping free from his ass and winking pathetically around nothing as it struggled to close after such a rough fucking.

“Oh, he really needed that,” Tachibana said, stroking Kiryu’s lower back as he came back from the bathroom with several damp washcloths and a few towels. “Look at him, he’s practically asleep.”

“Not asleep,” Oda protested, but it wasn’t very convincing. 

Kiryu gingerly took care of his condom before taking one of the warm washcloths from Tachibana and cleaning Oda up. He was limp and pliable, briefly making Kiryu worried.

“Was that too much?” He fretted.

“Perfect,” Oda slurred, hissing through his teeth when Kiryu gently wiped away the lube from his hole.

“He hasn’t been bullied like that in a long while,” Tachibana said warmly. “My cock isn’t as big as yours, so it doesn’t have that deep of an effect on him when I do feel like topping.”

Oda protested weakly, but Tachibana and Kiryu both ignored him as they continued cleaning him up.