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Nanami can’t stop thinking about it.

He peers over the edge of his newspaper at Gojo, who is combing through the applications for next year’s potential enrollees spread across his desk. Nanami hasn’t accepted an official position yet, but with his Grandmother now well taken care of at the hospice center and unable to stand the silence of his empty house when Gojo and Yuuji are both at the Kindergarten, it’s probably not long off.

Lately he’s taken to joining them at lunchtime when he runs out of things to clean and the boredom threatens to become too much. Today he decided to stick around and join Gojo while Getou keeps an eye on the kids that are here for Saturday daycare. Yuuji had been thrilled at the prospect of a day of play with his friends and so here Nanami is, sitting silently in Gojo and Getou’s office, and watching his calmly working partner.

“Everything good over there, Kento? You can go out with Suguru and watch the kids if you’re bored, but staring holes through my forehead won’t make time pass any quicker,” Gojo comments idly, smirking up through his bangs when Nanami twitches with surprise at getting caught.

He flushes red with indignation and looks away before folding the paper up and crossing his arms across his chest.

“Were you being serious before? When you talked about…”

Nanami trails off, unable to bring himself to say it. Predictably, Gojo has no idea what he’s talking about and makes a confused noise from across the room. He’s just going to have to come out with it, isn’t he?

“About… Here. And being walked in on,” he attempts, gesturing around the room.

Gojo stares at him blankly for several long seconds before the realization of what Nanami is referring to dawns on him. His mouth drops open in surprise and a hot wave of shame washes over Nanami. He stands quickly and turns towards the door, wondering if it’s not too late to play it off as an attempt to tease Gojo.

“I should go check on Yuuji.”

He makes it two steps before Gojo catches him, breath hitching when he’s corralled against the door with Gojo pressed up along his back. Strong hands plant on either side of his shoulders to trap him in place and when he feels the hot exhale of Gojo’s breath against his neck he can’t suppress the shiver that runs down his spine.

“You can’t just ask me if I want our friends to walk in on me fucking you in our office and then run away, Kento,” he murmurs sweetly, lips brushing Nanami’s skin as he talks.

“For the record, the answer is ‘yes’. If that’s something you want to try then I’m very much serious. If you wanted to go even further, I’d also be interested in that as well.”

Nanami bites his lip when Gojo presses his hips against his ass, letting him feel for himself Gojo’s growing interest in the conversation.

“Further? In what way?” he asks, feeling a little breathless.

Gojo smirks before dropping a kiss to the nape of his neck.

“I think you’d look beautiful getting fucked by Suguru and Kiyotaka. All of your holes stuffed full, dripping wet all over yourself. I wonder how many times we can make you come before you’re too sensitive.”

Nanami wheezes like Gojo has punched him, leaning back against his chest as a hand snakes its way down his front and unbuttons his pants. Gojo isn’t finished though, and when he slips inside of Nanami’s pants and underwear, there’s nothing Nanami can do except spread his feet a little and try not to moan.

“Suguru is a bit of a sadist, though. He has all kinds of toys and things that he’d want to try on you first and I’m curious to see if you’ll like any of them. Your ass would be so pretty all red and bruised from one of his paddles…”

He punctuates this with a light stroke through Nanami’s cunt, making a pleased sound when he discovers Nanami is already growing wet just from his teasing and a morning spent imagining what it would be like to have someone walk in on Gojo fucking him. It was already an arousing scenario on its own, but this? This is so much more.

He wraps a hand around Gojo’s forearm as Gojo presses two fingers inside of him, curling his other arm up and around his neck to grip at a handful of snowy white hair.

“I…” Nanami grits out, rocking his hips into the pleasurable stimulation of Gojo’s fingers. “Fuck. Satoru. I want to try it.”

Despite his bravado, Gojo actually seems surprised at that response. It only lasts a second though before Gojo is growling in his ear, grinding the palm of his hand against Nanami’s clit to make him twitch and gasp.

“Shit, Kento. I’ll ask Suguru tonight before we leave. The daycare is closed tomorrow, and we can send the girls to watch Yuuji for the day. You’re going to look so fucking pretty when Suguru puts you on your knees,” he hisses, sounding winded at the very thought.

Kento smirks and twists in Gojo’s grasp, dislodging his hand from his pants before shoving him backwards until he’s seated on the edge of his desk.

“Are you saying I don’t already look pretty when I get on my knees for you?” he murmurs, sinking down to kneel in front of Gojo.

Gojo watches him with glittering blue eyes, popping his slick stained fingers into his mouth to lick them clean while Nanami opens his pants and tugs them down with his underwear. His hardening cock bobs free and Nanami sighs, leaning in to kiss the leaking, reddish tip. He slips a hand inside his underwear and gathers up some of the wet before retreating and wrapping his now slippery palm around Gojo’s cock, stroking downward to pull back the foreskin and reveal the fat head.

“You always look pretty for me,” Gojo purrs sweetly, idly stroking his hand through Nanami’s hair.

Nanami makes a pleased noise at the compliment and rewards Gojo for it by wrapping his lips around his cock, taking the first couple inches into his mouth with practiced ease. Gojo wheezes slightly and the hand in his hair tightens by a fraction, so Nanami tilts his head and allows the sensitive head of his dick to rub against the velvety soft inside of his cheek.

A faint whimper, one that makes Nanami feel rather pleased with himself. Gojo loves oral, and Nanami enjoys nothing more than taking his sweet time torturing every inch of him with his lips and tongue until he’s practically begging him to let him come. Still, this isn’t exactly the place for something long and drawn out, and Gojo has work to finish if they’re really going through with propositioning Getou and his boyfriend for a foursome.

He pops his mouth off Gojo’s cock and hums, stroking him with a loose fist as he considers his partner.

“I don’t know. Maybe I want to see Getou-san fuck you tomorrow, Satoru. You always squirm so nice when I use my strap on you,” he teases softly. “I bet he’s done it before, hasn’t he.”

Gojo is far too confident that Getou will say yes to sleeping with them for someone who hasn’t already done so. The faint pink flush on Gojo’s cheek is answer enough and Nanami smirks, leaning in to lick away the dribble of precome that beads at Gojo’s tip.

“Why don’t you tell me about it while you fuck my mouth?”

He sinks back to sit more comfortably on his ankles and then opens his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out in a silent invitation. There’s a second of silence as Gojo wraps his head around Nanami’s request, and then he’s smirking back at him and tangling both hands in his hair to hold him steady while guiding his cock into Nanami’s welcoming mouth.

“I already told you Suguru is a bit of a sadist… He’s a perfect match for Kiyotaka-kun, who is… Well. He’s a masochist, through and through,” Gojo murmurs, grunting faintly as he aims a shallow thrust between Nanami’s lips.

Nanami relaxes his throat and leans in slightly to encourage him to go deeper, reaching up to grip the edge of the desk on either side of Gojo’s hips for balance. The familiar weight and girth of Gojo’s cock feels good, sending deep, burning arousal to pulse between his legs. He ignores his own growing need for now though, staring headily up at Gojo in a silent request for more.

“Fuck, Kento… Your mouth is like a dream,” Gojo wheezes before squeezing his eyes shut, clearly struggling to collect his thoughts again even as he grinds himself further down Nanami’s throat.

Wiry pubic hair tickles Nanami’s nose and the musky smell and taste of arousal fills his senses with Gojo.

“He likes to be put down… Demeaned, bullied, and such. Made to feel like nothing more than a worthless toy. So sometimes Suguru would invite me to help with that.”

Nanami thinks about Getou’s shy, soft spoken boyfriend. He’s always been so painfully polite the few times Nanami has met him and he quite openly worships the ground Getou walks on. He wonders if Ijichi knows the feeling is very mutual, having caught Getou staring at his partner with such unbearable fondness when he thinks no one is looking.

Does Gojo look at Nanami like that, he wonders?

He opens his eyes and sees that he very much does, openly and without restraint. His expression is full of wonder and desire as he stares down at Nanami, sweat beading at his temples with his encroaching orgasm. Nanami swallows the next time Gojo bottoms out in his throat, pleased when this pulls a strangled whimper from his partner.

“Gonna come, Kento… Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he pants, speeding up the increasingly desperate thrust of his hips until he’s plunging deep into his mouth with wet, gagging squelches.

Saliva is running messily down Nanami’s chin and neck but he ignores it, releasing the desk so he can grab at Gojo’s hips and pull him in until his pelvis is flush against face and his cock is buried all the way down Nanami’s throat. He swallows once, twice, three times, ruthlessly suppressing whatever lingering gag reflex he may have left, and shudders when Gojo comes hard with a ragged groan.

He pushes Gojo back just enough that the last few spurts of come land on his tongue and Nanami hums agreeably, lips parting to show Gojo the mess of spit and semen in his mouth. Gojo bites his lip, gripping at Nanami’s chin to keep his mouth open as he rocks his hips forward, spent cock rubbing across his sticky lips.

Nanami swallows, then sets about licking Gojo’s dick clean before standing on shaky legs to tuck him back inside his pants and zip him up. Gojo kisses him and Nanami opens up easily to allow him to chase the taste of himself on his tongue, shuddering when his own aching arousal presses into Gojo’s hipbone.

An amused smile plays across Gojo’s face and he turns Nanami until they’re back to front again, preventing him from escaping with a strong arm around his middle when he realizes he’s now facing the door. It’s unlocked, and while the students know they’re not allowed back here there’s absolutely nothing stopping Getou from walking in on them.

“I wonder what he’d look like if he walked in right now and saw you like this,” Gojo murmurs, pushing Nanami’s pants and underwear down to mid thigh to expose him fully before he finds his sopping wet hole with his fingers again.

They make a sticky squelching noise when they press inside, making him twitch.

“Spit all over your chin, mouth pink and puffy from being used… He’ll know instantly what we were doing in here. He’d be surprised to hear how sloppy your cunt already is just from sucking me off. So lewd, Kento.”

He grinds his long fingers in deep, driving the heel of his palm against Nanami’s clit with each stroking thrust along his inner walls. Nanami arches into the stimulation, panting into his fist as Gojo presses a third finger into him, filling him up the way he knows Nanami likes best.

“Fuck. Satoru… He could say ‘no’, you know,” Nanami hisses, rocking his hips into Gojo’s hand as his pleasure begins to peak.

But Gojo just chuckles darkly in his ear and fucks his fingers deep into Nanami’s pussy, rough and jabbing and just this side of enough to get him off when–

“If Suguru says no then we can just ask someone else. What about Toji-san? I’ve seen how he looks at your ass, I bet he’d love to get a taste of you.”

Nanami comes so hard his knees buckle, clenching tight around Gojo’s fingers as he rides out his orgasm. Gojo grinds his palm against his clit to heighten his pleasure and only relents when Nanami starts to twitch away with the first sparks of oversensitivity. He withdraws his fingers and pops them in his mouth to lick them clean, seemingly unbothered by the way Nanami turns to stare incredulously at him.

“Fushiguro-san does not look at my ass, Satoru,” he protests weakly, gripping at Gojo’s forearm for balance before he falls over when Gojo moves and stretches towards the tissue box on the corner of his desk.

“Mmm, not when you can see him, no. He has no problem looking when I can see him, though. I’m sure if you asked him he’d fuck you so stupid that you’d walk funny for a week, Kento.”

Gojo seems so sure of this that Nanami’s cunt actually clenches. He sounds mildly amused by Fushiguro’s unashamed staring but otherwise doesn’t appear… jealous or angry. Nanami waits until Gojo has cleaned up the mess of slick between his thighs with a few tissues before turning to face him, tugging his pants back up and buttoning them while Gojo tosses the tissues in the trash.

“And what do you think about that?” Nanami asks quietly, sliding his arms around Gojo’s shoulders and leaning into his chest.

Gojo drapes his own arms around Nanami’s waist and cocks his head to the side, bemused by the question.

“I think it would be hot, Kento. Watching you fall apart, getting to see what you look like when a rough man like Toji-san has his way with you, or exploring new things with Suguru’s help, things we can try on our own after if we want… I’m very interested,” Gojo croons with a sweet, easy smile that makes Nanami weak at the knees.

“If you’re asking whether I’d be jealous or insecure… No, I don’t think so. It’s just sex and fun after all, and I know at the end of it all I’m going to be the one to take you home with me. Unless of course, you want me to be jealous.”

The smile turns a little feral around the edges and Gojo’s hands are suddenly on his ass, hiking him up until he’s straddling his thigh. His sensitive cunt rubs against the firm muscle, making him gasp at the unexpected stimulation.

“I can punish you for whoring around with our friends if you want. Treat you rough, make you beg for mercy? Would you like that, Kento?”

Nanami doesn’t get the chance to answer because the office door suddenly swings open and in walks Getou Suguru, live and in person. He stalls in the entrance, clearly surprised to see the compromising position Nanami and Gojo are in, and then quickly shuts the door behind him with a look on his face aimed at Gojo that says ‘really?’ in big block letters.

Gojo lowers his leg so Nanami isn’t grinding against it anymore but otherwise does nothing to change how they’re standing, his hands still gripping Nanami’s ass.

“Who’s watching the kids?” Gojo asks under the pretense of pretending everything is normal, as if the office doesn’t smell rather obviously of sex.

Getou stares at him blankly and he folds his arms across his chest before leaning back against the door, sizing them up.

“Kiyotaka came to visit, so he’s waiting with them while their parents trickle in to collect them. I was coming to investigate why you’ve been holed up in the office all afternoon but now I think I can guess,” Getou answers lazily, his dark gaze sweeping up and down the length of Nanami with a critical edge that makes Nanami squirm.

Gojo raises an eyebrow at his friend and they seem to have a silent conversation in that moment, as only two people who have known each other for over half their lives really can.

“Are Mimiko and Nanako interested in babysitting Yuuji tomorrow? We can give them extra money to go see a movie with him and order in for dinner.”

Getou takes a few steps towards them, clearly reading something between the lines of Gojo’s sudden request.

“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind. They adore Yuuji, as you know, and they’ve been saving up to buy some video game coming out next month so they’d welcome the chance to make some extra cash. They watching him at your place or mine?”

Gojo smiles at him, showing far too many teeth for Nanami to categorize the look as anything other than hungry. The exchange seems so normal and yet Nanami knows there’s another, completely different conversation happening here.

“They can come to our house. It’s not as… well stocked as your place, after all.”

Oh. Oh. Nanami watches as Getou comes closer, his gaze lingering on the swollen curve of Nanami’s mouth and the disorderly, untucked appearance of his clothing. He feels himself heating up with embarrassment at how obviously fucked out he is, but Getou just seems intrigued by the sight of him rather than put off.

“I see. Kiyotaka?” he prompts Gojo, startling Nanami ever so slightly when he brushes his thumb through the spit drying on his chin.

“Invited, of course, if he’s interested.”

Gojo seems entirely unbothered by Getou’s wandering eyes and hands, even when his fingertips glide down Nanami’s neck and over his shoulder. He moves slowly, clearly telegraphing that Nanami is welcome to push him away or tell him to stop at any time.

Nanami does nothing of the sort. He stares back at Getou with equal intent and even turns towards him, heart hammering in his chest as Getou sweeps an appreciative look over the length of his body. He and Gojo are the same height and the way Getou stares down his nose at him makes Nanami feel small in a curiously arousing way.

“Limits?” Getou murmurs, carefully touching Nanami’s hip before brushing his fingers up beneath the hem of his shirt.

He doesn’t go any higher or lower, but the teasing rub of his thumb in the crease of Nanami’s hipbone is maddening all the same.

“The usual. No permanent marks. No bodily fluids of the non spit and come variety unless Kento wants to try. He’s a first timer, so don’t go too hard.”

Nanami interrupts him with an amused hum and turns his head to look at Gojo, who has gone still at his back.

“Who said I’m a first timer? I may not have fooled around much since I got pregnant, but I experimented a fair share in my more… adventurous years. That being said, I don’t think I would mind testing my boundaries with someone who will actually respect them.”

Gojo makes a punched out noise at the revelation and when Nanami turns back to look at Getou there’s a glimmer of curious interest in his black eyes.

“I see. Are there certain things you would like to try then, Nanami-kun?” Getou purrs, catching up far more quickly than Gojo, who is probably still busy mentally formulating his revenge against Sukuna.

“I agree to no permanent marks, or bodily functions like Satoru said, for now. Nothing that goes in my ass can go in my cunt, I really don’t need an infection. Degradation is fine, but…” Nanami trails off, brows knitting together as he considers how to word this particular limit.

It’s difficult to describe to someone who isn’t trans.

“Nothing that insults your gender, or implies you’re not a real man?” Getou supplies, taking Nanami by surprise.

He supposes he shouldn’t be this shocked. Getou’s been Gojo’s best friend since they were teenagers, and when Nanami accidentally outed himself to the man by mentioning his pregnancy only a few weeks into dating Gojo he hadn’t batted an eyelash, or treated him any differently since. Still, it’s nice. Nanami had a difficult time with sex during his aforementioned ‘adventurous years’ because of his gender, so receiving reassurance that he doesn’t have to worry about more of the same from someone he has to see regularly is comforting.

“If there’s anything at all you don’t want me to say or do, you just need to ask, Kento-kun,” Getou purrs softly, and the sudden use of Nanami’s given name without permission pulls a little shiver from him.

“Even if you say yes at first, you can change your mind about what we’re doing at any time and I’ll stop. Nothing is going to happen that you don’t explicitly want. Do you understand?”

Nanami swallows thickly as the soft, sweet rasp of Getou’s voice rolls over his body like a balm. He nods, then gasps when Getou’s fingers dig into his hip just shy of tight enough to bruise, sending a sudden spark of pain to bloom between his thighs. He can feel himself getting wet again and flushes, staring at Getou’s smirking face.

“Use your words. Or are you already so cock hungry that you’ve forgotten how?”

Shame stings at him and Nanami almost calls it quits then and there. It’s one thing when Gojo teases him for being needy but it feels different coming from someone else.

“I understand,” he whispers, unwilling to give up already just because of a slight twinge of discomfort.

He’s glad for it when Getou smiles agreeably at him and leans in to brush his lips over Nanami’s.

“That’s my good boy.”

The praise instantly soothes the shame in Nanami and pools as heat in his gut, making him whimper as Getou kisses him more firmly. He takes advantage of Nanami’s slackened expression and licks into his mouth, pressing him backwards until he’s crushed against Gojo’s chest.

But before Nanami’s brain starts working again and he can reach for Getou, the man is pulling back and away from him and denying him more. He licks his lips and chuckles softly in the face of Nanami’s want, then cocks his head at the pair of them.

“He’s not allowed to get off again, Satoru. If he’s a good boy and behaves himself until tomorrow, I’ll let him sit on Kiyo’s face while we discuss my plans for him. Deal?” Getou chuckles, gaze flitting between the pair of them.

Nanami nods numbly to supplement Gojo’s breathless ‘yeah’, then twitches when Getou’s eyes narrow imperceptibly at him.

“Deal,” he fumbles out, buzzing when Getou beams at him once more.

“Good. 10am sharp then, Satoru. I’ll leave the door unlocked for you. You know the routine and where to go.”

And then he’s gone, leaving Nanami feeling dazed and painfully aroused. What had he just signed himself up for?

“Does Getou-san also come from a wealthy family?” Nanami asks distantly, gawking at the veritable palace of a home they’ve arrived at.

He’s not quite sure what he expected from the Getou-Ijichi household but it’s big, encompassing two exterior levels and a sprawling expanse of property that Nanami finds himself envying. What would it be like to have a real yard for Yuuji to play in?

“Do you like it? I can buy you one if you want,” Gojo chuckles before taking Nanami’s hand and guiding him into the massive building.

Nanami follows him since he seems to know where he’s going, curious as to why Getou and Ijichi haven’t come to meet them.

“I don’t think we need something this big… But I wouldn’t be opposed to looking for a new home of our own. It would be nice to have more space, and maybe a backyard. We could plant a garden, and put in a swing set and a sandbox for Yuuji to play with his friends,” he says absently, wincing when he collides rather unexpectedly with Gojo when the other suddenly stops moving.

He’s wide eyed when he turns around to look at Nanami and it’s clear he’d been expecting a refusal. A wide grin splits his face and he pulls Nanami in for a tight hug, shuddering with excitement like he’s just been given some incredible gift.

“I’ll contact my realtor… I’ll find us the perfect home, with a nice big kitchen and space enough to give Yuuji a playroom, and an office for us to share. It’ll be perfect,” he promises in a breathless rush, drawing a pleased but amused laugh from Nanami.

They’re about to have a foursome with their friends and Gojo’s excited about house hunting.

Nanami cups his hands around his face and pulls him in for a kiss, sighing through his nose at the sweetness of his partner.

“I love you. So much. But we’re here so you can watch me get my brains fucked right out of my skull, so let’s table thoughts of kitchens and playrooms until later,” he teases, drawing a bemused grin from Gojo.

They finish their journey down the short hallway, which is decorated rather simply with pale green paint and a few photographs hanging here and there on the walls. Gojo passes a few closed doors that Nanami, rather nosily, wants to explore, but he keeps it to himself as they arrive at one door that’s already cracked open.

“I’m surprised at how normal this hallway is. Do Getou-san and Ijichi-san have people over often for… things like this?” he asks curiously, raising an eyebrow when the room they step into is not a room but rather a massive bathroom.

Dark, multicolored stone tile lines the floor and walls, smoothed over with intricate grout work. It gives the space a subdued, intimate sort of energy and Nanami notes the large, rain style shower heads at the far corner, and the benches where they can leave their clothes and any other items.

“I wouldn’t say ‘often’. Suguru doesn’t act like it, but he’s actually rather picky about who he allows to see Kiyotaka like this, and even more picky about who can touch him. He’s invited Shoko and Utahime-chan a few times I believe. Once we started seeing each other and I wasn’t available, he had to expand his horizons a bit,” Gojo hums, kicking off his shoes and leaving them on the provided rack by the entrance.

Nanami follows suit before following him over to one of the benches, where Gojo begins to undress himself.

“Shoko and Utahime-chan?” he echoes, vaguely recognizing the first name but not the second.

He neatly folds his shirt and leaves it on top of his coat, then, hesitating only briefly, adds his binder to the pile. There’s no point in getting shy now when he already has an inkling of the things Getou has planned for him.

“Ieiri. You met her briefly during the parent interview, she moonlights as our de facto Principal. We’ve also known her since high school, and Utahime-chan is her girlfriend,” Gojo explains with amusement plainly written on his face.

“Shopping around for other people to play with, Kento?”

Nanami nearly drops his pants and turns to glare at Gojo, who just grins playfully at him.

“For what it’s worth, I’d be fine with it if you were. I think Utahime-chan would sooner chew her hand off at the wrist before letting me touch her but she probably wouldn’t mind me watching while she and Shoko play with you. Are you interested in women, Kento? Have you ever slept with one?”

It’s meant to be teasing but Nanami feels himself heating up at the question, suddenly embarrassed.

“I’m not uninterested, but I’ll admit I’ve never had sex with a woman before. I’d be interested in trying, I think. If you trust them then… I’m open to it,” he confesses quietly, watching as Gojo’s amusement softens around the edges a bit.

He stands and pulls Nanami in against his chest, petting his hands soothingly up and down Nanami’s back.

“I would never suggest anyone to you that I don’t implicitly trust and haven’t thoroughly vetted, Kento. I know you have some… bad memories surrounding your ex, and the things he pushed you into doing, and I promise I will never do anything to make you feel like that. If you want to just go home right now and watch a movie in our sweatpants on the couch, we can do that. I’ll order lunch and we can eat our weight in fried chicken together until the girls get home with Yuuji,” Gojo says firmly, staring intently down at him as if willing Nanami to believe him.

“Suguru wouldn’t take offense. Like he said yesterday, nothing happens today that you don’t want. And we can always come back another time, no matter what we do right now. But if you want this, then I promise that we’re only here because I trust Suguru implicitly, and neither he nor Kiyotaka will do anything you don’t want.”

Nanami kisses him before he rambles on even longer, laughing slightly when he draws back to see Gojo is pouting. No doubt he had a whole big long speech prepared for just this moment, but Nanami doesn’t need it.

“I trust you, Satoru. And if you trust Getou-san, then that’s all I need to know. And if you say Ieiri-san and Utahime-san are also trustworthy, then I believe you, and I’m willing to talk about it more sometime later. Right now though, I imagine we’re keeping our hosts waiting, so what comes next in this ‘routine’ that Getou-san mentioned?”

A bemused smile crosses Gojo’s face but he guides Nanami over to the waiting showers and twists a knob in the wall until water begins to pour from the large heads installed in the ceiling. Little colored bottles line the shelves on the nearby wall, labeled with the name of their contents in neat block letters.

Gojo presents him with a squat looking bottle with a long tube coming out of the top and grins, eyebrows raised.

“Have you ever used a douche, Kento?”

Nanami has never felt so clean and relaxed in his entire life. Despite the… discomfort of the anal douche, something he is familiar with if not something he’s actually used in many years, the heavy, widespread water flow of the shower had been rather nice. He and Gojo scrubbed themselves down thoroughly with the unscented soap, and then Gojo had helped him smooth the provided lotion over his legs, arms, and back until his skin felt soft and supple.

“Do you think Getou-san would be opposed to letting me use his shower every morning?” Nanami sighs, wondering if there’s an equally luxurious bath hiding somewhere in this estate.

“I’m sure he would, though he’d probably ask if he could watch,” Gojo snorts, tying the belt of Nanami’s soft, white robe loosely around his waist.

It doesn’t leave much to the imagination. The robe is short, ending somewhere around the middle of Nanami’s thighs, and gaps widely at the chest no matter how tight the belt is tied. The curves of his breasts are visible between the two sides and he debates pulling it shut with his hands before deciding it’s not worth the effort.

He can’t imagine he’ll be wearing it for very long anyways.

“He can watch all he wants as long as I can stand under that showerhead again,” Nanami muses, following Gojo through another door situated opposite the one they entered through, expecting to see another hallway.

Which is why he’s surprised to see Getou waiting for them in the room beyond, seated on a large, expensive looking couch with Ijichi kneeling at his feet. He looks up from his book with an amused smile, still lazily petting his hand through Ijichi’s hair as if entirely unfazed by their arrival.

“Is that so, Kento? I’ll have to keep that in mind. I do very much enjoy watching, after all.”

Nanami swallows, feeling arousal drop into his gut like a hot mouthful of soup. Getou is still fully dressed in a crisp, dark navy blue yukata that covers him from wrist to ankle, seeming completely at ease with a fully naked Ijichi kneeling before him and the two mostly naked people opposite him. Ijichi is wearing nothing except a thick, black collar around his neck, and Nanami notes the matching leash clipped to one of the metal loops that currently lies unattended on the carpet next to him.

His cock is already hard, trapped as it is in the plastic cage that it appears to have been locked inside.

“Kiyo was a bad boy and got hard when he wasn’t allowed, so he’s being punished,” Getou explains with all the candor and emotion of someone describing the weather outside. “Were you a good boy like I asked, Kento? I’m not sure I can handle the disappointment of two disobedient pets today.”

Nanami twists his fingers into the soft white cotton of his robe.

“Yes, uhm… Getou-san?” he offers awkwardly, unsure of what is expected of him.

But Getou doesn’t seem put off by his lack of surety. He gestures Nanami to come closer and Nanami obeys after a second of hesitation, going nervously but willingly down onto Getou’s lap when he’s pulled. Gojo is a reassuring presence at his back though and it bolsters his confidence.

“Getou-san is fine, if that’s what makes you comfortable. I wouldn’t mind hearing you call me ‘sir’, though,” Getou murmurs, toying with the end of his robe belt.

Getou is giving him an out, but Nanami hasn’t come this far just to back down now. He bites his lip as he considers his options, then straightens his back as he makes up his mind.

“Sir,” he whispers, feeling Gojo’s punched out wheeze of arousal in his own gut.

He’s already wet just from the impatient build up it took to get here and the way Getou smirks at him, confident and sure of himself, only turns him on further.

“Good boy.”

He tugs the belt loose and the robe slips open, exposing a strip of Nanami’s body to Getou’s hungry gaze. Despite his anxiety he’d decided against shaving after Gojo reassured him that Getou would enjoy the sight of his body as it naturally is, and when Getou teases his fingertips through the dark curls between his legs Nanami decides he was right.

“You’re so pretty, pet… Is that alright, telling you you’re pretty?” Getou croons, pushing the robe open wider to rub his thumb over the swell of a breast. “Is it okay for me to touch you here?”

He cups his hand over the mound of Nanami’s cunt and slides a finger between his lips, clearly pleased when he finds Nanami is already wet.

“Yes… Yes to both,” Nanami answers weakly, allowing the robe to slip off his shoulders and down his arms as Getou explores his most intimate parts.

No one except Gojo has touched him like this since Sukuna and it’s… A little overwhelming. Not in a bad way, though. Getou’s touch is curious but gentle, testing the malleability of Nanami’s chest in one hand while he glides a single finger inside of Nanami’s pussy.

His fingers are just as long as Gojo’s but thicker, and Nanami gasps when it curls inside of him and massages at his sensitive inner walls.

“Kiyo, please come up on the couch for me,” Getou hums faintly, not even bothering to watch for Ijichi as he continues to pet Nanami’s body.

Gojo sinks down to sit on Getou’s right side so he can watch and there’s a curious intensity to his glittering blue stare as he watches Getou lean in and suck one of Nanami’s nipples into his mouth. Nanami gasps, hands flying up to bury in Getou’s long hair at the sudden bite of teeth in sensitive flesh.

Ijichi climbs up to kneel beside them on Getou’s left, dark eyes wide with interest and cheeks flush bright pink in a rather endearing way. He’s cute like this and Nanami can see why Gojo would be happy to return again and again to sleep with the two of them. Getou lets Nanami’s nipple fall from his mouth with a wet suck and hums, withdrawing his finger from inside of him and offering it to Ijichi without a word.

Obediently, he leans in and takes Getou’s finger into his mouth to clean Nanami’s slick from it and fresh arousal burns through Nanami’s veins like wildfire.

“I made a promise to you yesterday, that if you were a good boy then I’d let you sit on my Kiyo’s face. Maybe if my disobedient slut can make you come I’ll forgive him and loosen his cage, but I expect you to listen to what Satoru and I are discussing. I’ll notice if your attention drifts, pet, and I’ll punish you too if it happens too many times.”

The dark promise in Getou’s voice thrills Nanami and he nods, yelping in surprise when Getou brings his hand down sharply on his ass with a loud slap.

“Yes, sir,” he wheezes, realizing the mistake immediately.

His ass stings but the broad warmth of Getou’s palm massaging the flesh immediately makes it better. Getou removes his finger from Ijichi’s mouth and pushes him to lie back on the couch, his legs sprawled across Getou and Gojo’s laps.

“Is he…?”

Ijichi’s nonverbal, almost dazed obedience makes him a little nervous and Getou seems to pick up on his uncertainty because he rubs a soothing hand up and down Nanami’s flank much like how Gojo does. He wonders who learned that move from who.

“He’s okay. He just gets like this when he’s really into what we’re doing,” Getou reassures him, patting his free hand on Ijichi’s thigh.

“Kiyo, can you give me your color?”

“Green,” comes Ijichi’s immediate reply, making Nanami relax a little.

Getou nudges him up and Nanami crawls over Ijichi’s prone body, turning so he’s facing Getou and Gojo before kneeling over his face. His usual glasses are gone but he must have contact lenses in based on the way his gaze immediately fixes on Nanami’s face, a little dazed but definitely still very much in the moment.

“We’ll use colors for you as well, pet. Green means you’re okay to continue, yellow means you need to slow down or take a break, and red means you need to stop what we’re doing immediately. You can use your colors anytime you need to, don’t wait for me to ask if you want me to stop or slow down,” Getou instructs, idly petting the skin around Ijichi’s caged cock.

“Sit on his face. He’ll pinch you if he needs to stop but I doubt he will… My sweet Kiyo was made for this.”

Ijichi curls his arms around Nanami’s thighs to help guide him down, and the first hot, eager lick of his tongue nearly sends him pitching forward. He grabs onto the back of the couch for balance, robe tugging at his elbows as Ijichi all but devours his pussy like a man starving for it.

“I think I’m going to tie you up and spank you, first and foremost,” Getou says conversationally, interrupting Nanami’s train of thought.

He’s teasing Ijichi’s cock through the gaps in his cage, his dark eyes sweeping up and down the length of Nanami’s body as he considers his options.

“Do you like pain, Kento? Dull pain, or sharp pain?”

Nanami struggles to wrap his head around the question, especially when he looks over at Gojo and sees he’s watching him with equal fire. He’s stroking his palms down Ijichi’s calves, staring at Nanami transfixed before his gaze drops to between his legs, where he can no doubt see Ijichi arching his neck to press his tongue inside of his hole.

“I’m not… sure. I’d like to try though. I like when Satoru leaves bruises when he fucks me,” Nanami admits breathlessly, crying out when Ijichi grinds his chin against his clit.

Getou makes a pleased sound and reaches out to thumb at Nanami’s nipple again, sending a fresh spark of pleasure to bloom in Nanami’s belly.

“Good boy for being honest, pet. We can try a bit of both then, I have a paddle I think you’ll like, and a crop,” he murmurs agreeably. “You clearly enjoy being praised and you said you want to experiment with degradation. Just from me? How involved do you want Satoru to be in our play today?”

Nanami shivers at the idea of Gojo’s involvement. Unconsciously he reaches down to touch the collar around Ijichi’s neck, and the leash clipped to it, and Getou tracks the movement with sharp eyes.

“Satoru, go pick out something nice. One of the tagless ones, obviously,” Getou orders dismissively, his stare still fixed on Nanami and the red flush spreading across his bare chest.

“He’s found himself a desperate little whore, hasn’t he? So pent up after denying yourself for years that you’ll give it up for anyone.”

Shame burns at Nanami leaving him confused and more than a little turned on as Ijichi wraps his lips around his clit and sucks with purpose and intent. Getou twitches like he’s noticing something and leans against the back of the couch, thumbing at Nanami’s breast like it’s just as much a toy to him as Ijichi’s cock had been.

“I bet you’re so loose and sloppy that I could just slide right into you and barely feel a thing. It’s a wonder that Satoru can even get off when he’s fucking you.”

Anxiety starts to twist in his gut at that and he can tell Getou is watching him like a hawk, waiting for him to say something. It feels too much like surrendering to give up now though so Nanami resolutely screws his mouth shut, trying instead to focus on the delicious stimulation of Ijichi’s tongue and lips against his sensitive cunt.

So Getou plows on, pinching at Nanami’s nipple with his fingernails to send sharp sparks of pain zinging along his nerve endings. Nanami gasps and arches his chest up towards him, thighs quivering as his orgasm starts to bear down on him.

“Are you getting off on being told how much of a useless slut you are? I can’t believe Satoru brought me such a pathetic creature. He can do better.”

Nanami flinches at his words but bites his tongue before he can blurt out a color. He hears Gojo reentering the room but his partner stops moving at a single gesture from Getou. Dark black eyes bore into Nanami’s, silent but challenging.

“Color, Kento?”

He doesn’t answer. A tap to Ijichi’s thigh and he moves his mouth away from Nanami’s cunt, leaving nothing to distract Nanami from the intensity of Getou’s gaze.

“Color, Kento.”

Nanami shivers and ducks his head, a fresh wave of miserable shame washing over him.

“Yellow,” he admits in a hoarse whisper.

Somewhere nearby, Gojo makes a noise of concern but doesn’t say anything just yet. This is Getou’s show, after all.

Getou nudges his chin up until they’re looking at one another again, but he doesn’t look angry.

“It’s alright to have limits. You seemed to be enjoying yourself at first. What was it I said that you didn’t like?” he asks almost gently, stroking his thumb over Nanami’s chin.

Nanami swallows nervously around the lump in his throat.

“It was Satoru… When you kept saying I wasn’t…” he attempts to explain, suddenly feeling cold and bereft without Gojo touching him. “I’m..”

Getou seems to understand his fumbling answer though and smiles faintly.

“Alright. You don’t enjoy being made to feel like you’re not good enough for Satoru. Thank you for telling me, Kento. I’ll avoid that from now on, but I think we’ll take a break on the degradation entirely and maybe try that another time if you want. Just until we have a better understanding of your limits, and I don’t have to force you to own up to them.”

He gives Nanami a pointed stare that makes his insides curdle with embarrassment.

“I told you I’d punish you if you misbehaved, Kento. Not using your colors when you need to slow down is the most disobedient thing you can do. So I’m not going to let Kiyo get you off, and instead we’re going to move to the other room so I can properly punish you.”

Nanami nods in understanding, then blurts out a ‘yes, sir’ before Getou can land the slap on his thigh. Looking pleased that Nanami is learning, Getou gathers Ijichi up in his arms like a ragdoll and carries him around the couch and through a door that leads to another room beyond this one. Gojo is at his side in an instant, wrapping him in a tight hug that instantly alleviates the anxiety that Getou’s words had born in him.

He sighs and turns to bury his face in Gojo’s chest, relieved that Getou very clearly saw he needed this and is giving them the time to recover slightly before moving on to the next stage.

“How are you feeling, Kento? Do you need a break?” Gojo asks urgently, stroking his cheeks and hair while he searches his face for any sign of discomfort.

But Nanami just smiles and shakes his head.

“I’m alright. I want to keep going. I just… didn’t expect to be so bothered by what he said. I thought I could handle it,” he murmurs, leaning into him when Gojo kisses him sweetly.

“It’s… A Sukuna thing, probably.”

They stay like that for a few more lingering moments and Nanami drinks in the familiar smell of Gojo’s skin, and the weight of his arms around his body. Getou hasn’t called for them yet but Nanami knows some kind of punishment is waiting for him beyond that door, and the thrum of his arousal is getting difficult to ignore.

Gojo lets him go when he pulls back, but when he picks up the things he had retrieved on Getou’s orders before and shows them to Nanami it’s difficult not to pull him right back in again.

He’s holding a thick blue collar that’s dotted around the outside with O-rings, and clipped to one of them is a lengthy looking leash in a matching shade of blue. There’s a silent question in Gojo’s eyes and Nanami considers it for a second, then he lifts his chin in an equally silent answer.

The inside of the collar is buttery soft against his skin when Gojo buckles it in place. He slips a finger between the collar and his neck to make sure it’s not too tight, then smiles with breathtaking excitement.

“You’re too good for me, I swear. I’m going to lose my mind before I even get my cock in you,” Gojo confesses, tugging Nanami’s robe the rest of the way off. “Suguru has a whole room full of toys. I wonder how he plans to punish you.”

Nanami smiles back at him and accepts his offered hand to stand, slightly wobbly on his shaky legs but standing firm.

“Let’s go find out.”

Turns out Gojo wasn’t exaggerating when he said Getou has an entire room full of toys. When they step inside and Nanami sees the veritable sex shop waiting for them his stomach actually clenches in excitement, wondering if there’s enough time in a week or even a month to try everything in here.

Getou is sitting on the massive bed in the middle of the room with Ijichi on his lap, whose cock has been freed from his cage but remains otherwise untouched. It’s longer than Nanami expected and skinny like Ijichi, angry red with need and bowing slightly beneath its own weight.

“My poor Kiyo is so disobedient,” Getou sighs, stroking his hands up and down the insides of Ijichi’s shaking thighs but avoiding touching anywhere he actually wants to be touched.

“He knows better than to beg to come when we have guests, but he’s such a selfish, useless slut he can’t think about anyone else’s pleasure but his own.”

Ijichi whimpers and there are tears on his cheeks as Getou puts him down, but Nanami can tell he’s actually, genuinely getting off on what he’s hearing. His cock jumps against his belly and he bucks his hips plaintively upwards, clearly desperate to be touched.

“How rude, Kiyo. Kento and I came all the way here to play with you and your Master and all you care about is coming? When you couldn’t even get my Kento off earlier? Pathetic,” Gojo scoffs, easily settling into a role he’s played for them before.

A low sob escapes Ijichi and Nanami feels strangely emboldened. He glances at Getou, who has been openly admiring the collar around Nanami’s throat this entire time, and receives a quirked eyebrow in return.

“I was practically bored out of my mind,” Nanami hears himself saying, startling Ijichi into opening his bleary eyes. “I’ve gotten better head from my shower. Maybe we should just leave if all you can think about is your own pleasure.”

Ijichi is shaking like a leaf and when Getou trails a fingertip up the length of his cock he starts to pant, thrashing on his lap as he desperately tries not to come. He and Gojo are close enough to touch now but Nanami keeps his hands to himself, not sure what he is and not is allowed to do with Getou’s boyfriend.

“No, no, no,” he pleads, hips rocking into Getou’s touch as he curls a loose fist around Ijichi and jerks him off with short, purposeful movements.

“Wasting Suguru’s time. He promised to show Kento some new, fun things and now he has to wait while you’re taken care of,” Gojo sighs dramatically, feigning disgust. “Useless. Good for nothing.”

He grips Ijichi’s chin and forces his head up, prying his lips apart before spitting in his open mouth. Nanami is fascinated by Ijichi’s desperate moan, and the bob of his adam’s apple as he swallows it. Getou’s gaze is burning into him, no doubt cataloging his reaction for later.

“Shut him up for me, won’t you, Kento? He’s too loud,” Getou orders, and Nanami immediately obeys.

Kissing Ijichi is different from kissing Gojo, or Getou. Where the other two tend to seek to dominate a kiss, Ijichi is pliant and responsive under Nanami’s lips. He opens up eagerly for Nanami’s tongue and Nanami can taste the lingering flavor of Gojo here, chasing it into every corner of Ijichi’s mouth until he’s licked it all away.

And then he draws back, studying his still slack jawed, teary expression for a brief second before he spits in Ijichi’s mouth like Gojo had. Ijichi swallows obediently and opens his mouth again to show Nanami and the gut punch of arousal is nearly enough to knock him over. He leans in to lick between Ijichi’s lips, then nips at the lower one, and he can taste a bit of himself here too if he concentrates.

“Maybe next time I’ll just set you two loose on one another and sit back to enjoy the show,” Getou says from somewhere above them, sounding almost incredulous.

“What’s stopping you now?” Gojo asks with equal incredulity, broad hand stroking down the length of Nanami’s back to settle on the curve of his ass.

Getou growls and plants his palm on Nanami’s shoulder, pushing him downwards until he takes the hint and sinks to his knees between Ijichi’s splayed thighs. Ijichi panics and begins his squirming anew against Getou’s touch but it’s too late to stop himself, especially when Nanami opens his mouth without needing to be told and tips up his chin.

Hot come spurts across his face and tongue and Ijichi sobs through his orgasm, hips bucking upward as Getou continues to jerk him off long past when it must be comfortable.

“Good boy, Kiyo… That’s my good boy. So proud of you, waiting to come until Kento gave you permission like you were told,” Getou croons, rewarding the shaking man in his arms with a flurry of kisses against his freckled shoulder.

Nanami didn’t realize Ijichi’s ability to come had been his responsibility, but he supposes that’s part of Getou’s fun. He glances up to see Getou is staring expectantly at him and sticks his tongue out to prove he hasn’t swallowed yet, glowing with satisfaction when Getou looks pleased.

“So fucking gorgeous… Come here, Kento,” he orders softly, finally releasing his hold on Ijichi’s cock before depositing him on his back on the bed. “Kiyo, clean up your mess while I get Kento’s punishment ready, and then Gojo-senpai will keep you company for me.”

Nanami crawls on top of Ijichi and then pauses, shooting an amused look at Gojo. Gojo-senpai?

Gojo looks back at him without an ounce of shame and Nanami files that little tidbit away before leaning down to kiss Ijichi again. Pliant and loose limbed with orgasm but no less eager to please, Ijichi licks at the mess on Nanami’s tongue with enthusiasm, making sweet little whimpering sounds as he does.

He then licks at the come streaked across his cheeks, squirming beneath Nanami like an overexcited puppy.

“You’re cute, Kiyo,” he comments lightly, claiming the pet name Getou and Gojo have been using for him.

Nanami watches in utter fascination as red fills Ijichi’s cheeks and spreads down the length of his neck and chest, clearly delighting in the unexpected praise. Smirking, Nanami leans down to kiss him again, then turns to look at Gojo with wicked intent.

“Does your Gojo-senpai take good care of his kouhai?”

Gojo makes a winded sort of wheezing sound, like the air being let out of a balloon, and somewhere behind him Nanami can hear Getou’s amused bark of laughter.

“Yes… Yes, Nanami-senpai,” Ijichi whimpers, and Nanami suddenly, quite horribly, understands why Gojo likes it.

Nanami stares down at Ijichi and tries to digest his complicated feelings, sitting up so he can see all of him spread out on the bed.

“I want to fuck you so badly. I just know you’d look so good wrapped around my cock,” he decides, ignoring the pressure on his neck when someone grabs the leash and begins to tug at his collar. “I bet you’d cry real pretty, Kiyo.”

And then he’s wrenched backward off the bed and sent tumbling onto the floor. Getou’s thunderous face comes into view and something in Nanami immediately quails, breath catching in his chest as Getou curls his fingers around the collar and hauls him up.

“I don’t like being ignored, pet. For that, I think ten extra strikes will do,” Getou growls before pulling him towards what he’d been setting up.

It looks like a… Well, Nanami isn’t sure what it looks like. The back of a horse maybe, without the saddle, but made of smooth, polished wood with a plush leather cover. Nanami is forced down onto it and his legs are spread just shy of painfully wide, then secured in place with padded cuffs around his ankles.

He’s pulled forward until he’s lying sprawled across the flat center beam of it, his ass and cunt exposed and just about hanging off the back edge. His wrists are secured with similar cuffs and Getou attaches a clip that’s screwed into the wood to one of the metal loops on his collar, effectively immobilizing him. Nanami has never felt so vulnerable and exposed in his entire life.

Getou takes a breath behind him and Nanami feels a thick glob of spit land on his asshole, making it reflexively twitch and clench around nothing. He’d opened his ass up in the shower earlier after using the douche, and Getou is able to press two fingers into him with relative ease.

“I should just use your ass and leave you lying here unsatisfied for how disobedient you’ve been, Kento,” Getou murmurs, and the displeasure in his voice makes Nanami’s cunt throb with want. “But that wouldn’t be much fun for me. So I’m going to spank you. Ten for not using your colors, and ten for ignoring me earlier. I want you to count, and if you mess it up I’m going to start all over again until you get to twenty. We’ll start with the paddle first and go from there.”

He shows Nanami the long, flat wooden paddle in his hands. It’s also got a layer of padded leather on one side like the thing he’s straddling, and a row of rounded metal studs on the other. Nanami swallows thickly, arousal and anticipation simmering in his gut.

“Once you get to ten without making a mistake I’ll put a toy in you. If you make it in one go, you can choose what hole I use. If you have to start over, I get to pick.”

Nanami nods in understanding and then cries out when the padded side of the paddle comes down on his ass with a sudden crack. Pain and heat blooms in his backside and Nanami groans, biceps flexing useless against the strong cuffs binding him.

“Yes, sir… I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says breathlessly, biting his lip when Getou soothes over the sore spot with his palm.

He expects the next hit but the hard smack takes him by surprise anyways, landing on the meat of his other cheek with a loud, fleshy slap.

“One,” Nanami chokes, his sweaty skin sticking to the leather he’s sprawled over.

He makes it as far as six before he cries out and forgets to count, pulling a languid, amused sigh from Getou.

“Guess we’re starting over. We’ll see once we get to ten if I feel generous enough to use your cunt.”

Time starts to get a little… slippery for Nanami after that. He remembers to count but it feels far away, like he’s sliding under the surface of the bath and experiencing everything that isn’t the spreading ache in his ass and thighs from far away.

“Ten… Ten,” he sobs weakly, trembling as Getou puts the paddle aside and picks up a fat, flesh toned dildo from the tray he’d set on the table beside them.

“You’re being so good for me, Kento… Your skin is even more beautiful like this, and I’m glad you like bruises because you’re going to go home with plenty of them when I’m done with you,” Getou croons sweetly, leaning over Nanami to soothe the ache with a few soft kisses.

The thick toy presses deep into his pussy and Nanami nearly sighs with relief, only for it to turn into a fresh sob when Getou immediately pulls it back out and pushes it into his ass instead, using his own fluids as lubricant to ease the stretch.

“I want to use this hole later so I need to get you nice and loose for me,” Getou says with a sympathetic pat, before turning and picking up the long, slender crop.

“This pain will feel different. It might be too much. Tell me if you don’t like it or need me to stop.”

The sharp, focused point of pain caused by the tip of the crop hitting his hip is definitely much different from the duller, evenly spread ache of the paddle. Nanami gasps at the unexpected sting, fumbling through a garbled ‘eleven’ even as he tries to catalog how he feels about the new sensation.

Getou waits for him to catch his breath.

“Color, Kento?” he asks lightly, trailing the crop down the length of Nanami’s spine.

“Green.”

He wants to try it again, and his wish is instantly granted when Getou flicks the crop across his already sore ass, compounding the pain with a fresh, stabbing ache. Nanami is so wet that he can feel himself dripping on the leather and when he flexes his back it stimulates the thick toy inside of him, making him groan.

“Mm?” Getou prompts, slowly reaching towards the paddle and Nanami panics, struggling against the cuffs as he blurts out a ‘twelve’ before Getou can get a hand on the paddle.

He relaxes when Getou pulls away, relieved that they don’t have to start all over again.

And then Getou uses his full might to land a strip across the back of Nanami’s thighs and Nanami all but screams, hardly hearing himself as ‘red, red, red’ tumbles from his mouth. Getou’s hands are on him in an instant, stroking his back and shoulders until he settles again, sagging tiredly against the sturdy wood beneath his cheek with a wet, shuddering sigh.

“Sorry,” he says hoarsely, shivering when Getou kisses him to prevent more apologies from tumbling out.

“That was good, Kento. I want you to tell me when you need to stop. I had a feeling the crop might be too much for now. Did you like the paddle?” he asks in a low murmur, kissing a line down the length of Nanami’s spine.

He soothes the welts he’s left there with patient kisses, massaging and molding his aching flesh beneath his broad palms.

“Yeah. It made me feel like I was floating away,” Nanami admits dazedly, hissing when Getou slides the toy out of his ass and sets it aside.

“Good. That’s what I was hoping for. Do you want to finish with the paddle then, or do you want to go see Satoru on the bed? He’s been waiting quite patiently for his turn to touch you.”

Nanami twists his head and pries his eyes open to see Gojo is staring at him with ravenous hunger in his eyes. He’s got Ijichi sitting on the bed between his legs and his arms are wrapped possessively around his upper body, his chin resting on Ijichi’s shoulder. He looks like he’s one word away from snarling at Getou like a beast and Nanami’s cunt clenches desperately around nothing.

“I want to finish,” Nanami whispers, legs flexing against the cuffs around his ankles as Getou retrieves the paddle from the tray once more.

Getou grabs something else and raises Nanami’s hips just enough to slide something rubbery under him, and when Nanami lowers himself again he realizes it’s a ridged, silicone grinder. He rocks his body as best as he can given the narrow amount of room he has to move and the raised texture of the silicone rubs against his aching clit, making him gasp.

The dildo goes back in his ass and this time Nanami moans, flexing around it at the same time he stimulates himself on the grinding toy.

“You can come when I get to twenty. Remember your colors if it gets to be too much again,” Getou orders, then strikes the paddle across the top of his ass.

Nanami jerks at the sting and then moans when his cunt rubs along the silicone, crossing the wires of pain and pleasure in his brain. He knows he must look a mess at this point, flush red and drenched with sweat and rutting desperately like an animal chasing his orgasm. Each subsequent strike comes hard and sudden, spurring Nanami on to greater and greater heights.

And then when Getou gets to twenty he turns the paddle and hits Nanami with the studded side, introducing a whole new kind of ache to the one he’d almost been getting used to.

He sobs out the number as he comes, hearing the sticky wet glide of his cunt as he rubs himself off against the toy. And then Nanami drifts for a little while, lying limply on the wood while Getou puts the paddle aside and starts to unbuckle his arms and legs, careful when he pulls the dildo out.

He carries Nanami like he weighs nothing and hands him over to Gojo, trading him for Ijichi before settling down onto the bed beside them. Gojo kisses him and Nanami practically melts into his chest, wincing when Gojo wraps his hands around his ass and kneads at the aching flesh.

“Jesus, Kento. If I’d have known you’d take to this so well I’d have suggested trying it sooner,” Gojo murmurs in his ear, sounding awestruck that he’d just watched Nanami get off on being spanked.

The lack of disgust or anger in his voice eases a knot in Nanami’s chest that he hadn’t realized was there until now. Not just the lack of disgust, but rather the keen, unbridled pleasure he’d clearly experienced at seeing Nanami like that.

“Fuck me. Please, fuck me,” Nanami pleads, pulling at Gojo’s robe even as Getou laughs from beside them.

“We’ll fuck you, pet. I promise,” Getou purrs, patting Ijichi’s thigh to make him move so he can slide over and kneel behind Nanami.

Gojo ends up on his back with Nanami straddling his waist, and when Getou guides him down to sit on Gojo’s cock he nearly sobs with relief. Getou slips his fingers down to give his clit a few idle strokes, then presses his hips against Nanami’s ass, allowing him to feel the impressive length of his cock through his robe.

“I’m going to fuck you together with Satoru. What would you like Kiyo to do? Do you want him to watch, or would you like him to touch you, too, pet?” Getou asks in a low rumble against his ear as he undoes the belt of his robe and parts the fabric so his cock can press between his ass.

It’s so big that Nanami distantly wonders whether it’ll even fit inside of him with Gojo already taking up so much space in his body. And then he decides, what’s one more?

“Want him to use my mouth,” Nanami answers dazedly, grabbing absently at the wide eyed Ijichi. “Please. I want to be full.”

Getou laughs, deep and throaty, and when he starts to press into Nanami’s ass he feels like he’s been split open. His bruised, aching muscles flex and stretch and Nanami whimpers, arching his back when Getou finds his nipples and pinches mercilessly at them.

“Where did you find him, Satoru? He’s incredible,” Getou praises, gesturing at Ijichi even as he bottoms out inside of Nanami with a grunt.

“Stand up and fuck his face like he asked, Kiyo. If you’re a good boy and give him what he needs, maybe I’ll let you come in his ass after I’m done with it,” Getou orders, grinding so deep into him that Nanami swears he can feel it at the back of his throat.

He removes the collar so Nanami doesn’t hurt himself and tosses it aside, but Nanami isn’t left missing it for very long.

Ijichi’s cock is already hard again despite his earlier orgasm and Nanami eagerly swallows it down when he gets close enough for it, grasping at his waist to help him balance. He feels so full that it’s nearly unbearable, and when Getou thrusts experimentally into him he sobs with pleasure.

Getou’s hands are relentless in their torture of his nipples and Gojo, no doubt feeling competitive, is massaging two fingers beneath the hood of his pussy to stimulate his swollen, sensitive clit. The onslaught of sensation is overwhelming and Nanami has to shut his eyes against it, desperately trying to focus on the press of Ijichi’s cockhead at the back of his throat.

He’s gripping Nanami’s hair to hold him steady while he fucks his mouth and the slender length of him fits down his throat so easily compared to Gojo that he barely gags. It’s still wet and messy, and when Getou slams deep into him Nanami chokes out a wrecked little whimper. The ache in his ass is miserable but not unbearable, and the way he’s stretched near to his limits around Gojo and Getou leaves him feeling pinned and incapable of moving.

Tears stream down his face and Nanami sobs as Getou fucks him hard and deep, the strength of his grip on Nanami’s waist preventing Gojo from doing more than grinding up into his cunt. He’s still rubbing at his clit though, and with Getou’s hands now occupied he’s free to sit up and suck one of Nanami’s nipples into his mouth, laving the flat of his tongue across the swollen bud until Nanami chokes around Ijichi’s cock.

He comes around Gojo’s cock without warning, squirting messily as his stretched and aching muscles clench and spasm. Getou knocks Gojo’s hand away from his clit and then lands a sharp spank over it, startling both of them. He spanks it again and Nanami moans, sagging backwards against his chest until Ijichi’s cock falls from his lips.

“I didn’t give you permission to come, pet. Do I need to paddle you again to remind you who is in charge?” Getou growls in his ear, spanking his cunt a third time with a wet slap.

He buries his hand in Nanami’s hair and wrenches his head to the side so he can stare down at him and Nanami can only stare back, slack jawed and trembling with the overwhelming assault of pleasure and sensation. Getou grips his chin between his wet fingers and then spits in Nanami’s mouth, and Nanami whimpers plaintively before swallowing like he knows he’s supposed to do from watching Ijichi.

Getou shoves Nanami down on top of Gojo until they’re both lying flat against the bed and uses his newfound leverage to fuck into Nanami with brutal precision. Ijichi has sunken down to kneel beside them once more and Nanami reaches blindly for him, tugging him closer until he can take his cock back between his swollen lips.

“Perfect, tight ass. Next time I’ll claim your pussy and see how many orgasms I can fuck out of you before you beg me to stop,” Getou hisses in his ear, his breath quickening as his own pleasure begins to crest. “I’ll tie you and Kiyo up side by side and stuff you full of toys, and then Satoru and I will leave you both there. First one to break free gets to fuck the other one. But I should warn you… Kiyo has gotten quite good at slipping his bonds when he wants to.”

Nanami groans around Ijichi’s cock at the idea of being tied up and helpless as Ijichi fucks him, shuddering when Getou pulls out and jacks himself the rest of the way to completion, coming hard across the mess of welts and bruises he’s made on Nanami’s ass. He doesn’t even have a second to enjoy the confusing feeling of being owned by Getou, because Gojo, finally tired of waiting for his turn, is grabbing his hips and shoving up into him, hard.

He drops his hold on Ijichi’s cock and braces himself against Gojo’s chest, wheezing as he’s bounced on his cock like he’s nothing but a vessel for Gojo to use to get off. He claws at his shoulders and gasps while pleasure surges up inside of him, seeking Gojo’s mouth out in a desperate kiss that’s returned with equal fervor.

“Gonna come… Please, I need to come,” Nanami pleads, clenching around Gojo’s cock when it plunges so deep he can taste it at the back of his throat.

Getou makes an approving sound and leans over him to kiss his shoulder, massaging Nanami’s aching ass so his come gets rubbed into his skin.

“Good boy. You can come since you asked so nicely,” Getou murmurs sweetly before hooking three of his fingers inside of Nanami’s fucked out ass.

Nanami’s orgasm is blindingly intense and he has to bite at Gojo’s shoulder to muffle himself before he yells, choking around his overstimulated sobs when Gojo fucks him through it. His entire body aches with pleasure-pain and as Gojo finally buries himself to the hilt and comes inside of him he nearly collapses with relief.

He sags his full body weight down to rest on top of Gojo, gasping for breath and weak with sensitivity.

“Good boy, Kiyo. You’ve been waiting so patiently for your turn,” Getou croons, swatting at Nanami’s hip to try and get him to move.

But Nanami just shivers and shakes his head, a low sob escaping him when Getou and Gojo lift his tired body off Gojo’s cock and back onto his shaking knees.

“No, no, no… I can’t. No more,” Nanami pleads, pressing his face into the crook of Gojo’s throat to hide.

Getou chuckles and rubs at his leaking cunt, smearing the slick and Gojo’s come around as it drips out of him.

“You know what to say if you really want this to stop, Kento.”

He waits patiently for Nanami to say the magic word but Nanami doesn’t do it. Gojo pets his heaving flank sympathetically and holds him steady as Ijichi kneels between his knees. Getou must have put a condom on him while Nanami was busy getting his brains fucked out by Gojo, because Ijichi is pressing into his sopping cunt instead of his ass and the unexpected change of plans makes Nanami twitch and clench.

“How does your first pussy feel, Kiyo? Warm and wet, right?” Nanami can hear Getou crooning from behind him and when he looks over his shoulder he sees him spooned up against Ijichi’s back, his hips pressed to Ijichi’s ass to guide the motion of his thrusting.

“Good… So good, Nanami-senpai,” Ijichi whimpers weakly, wrapping his hands around Nanami’s hips.

Nanami feels surprisingly good about being Ijichi’s first and does his best to clench his sore muscles around him to make it better but otherwise lets Getou control the show. The stimulation of Ijichi’s deep, steady thrusting is comfortable, and he drifts for a few as Getou uses him as a toy for Ijichi’s pleasure.

He stirs when Gojo is suddenly rolling him over onto his back, but it just means he has even less work to do because Gojo is gripping behind his knees and spreading him open again for Ijichi to press back between his thighs and bury inside of him. Ijichi’s hands take the place of Gojo’s, and a moan is startled from Nanami when his partner’s fingers slip down to find his oversensitive clit.

“Too much,” he complains, wrapping his hand around Gojo’s wrist but not tugging him away.

“I just want Ijichi to feel how tight you get when you come,” Gojo coos in his ear, soft and dangerously sweet. “Don’t you think he deserves it for his first time?”

Nanami peers tiredly up at the red faced man kneeling over him and considers this.

“Fine. And he can take the condom off if he wants. A one time treat, for his first time,” Nanami acquiesces, deeply pleased when Ijichi makes a desperate choking sound.

Ijichi looks like he’s died and gone to heaven when he presses back into Nanami without the layer of latex in the way. It’s deeply flattering and Nanami bites his lip as Ijichi’s cock rubs against his sensitive inner walls, spreading his legs a little wider to invite Gojo to put his hands back on him.

Something buzzes to life beside him and Getou is back with a vibrator wand, corralling up behind Ijichi to guide his movements again before pressing the toy against Nanami’s clit. The stimulation is just barely this side of too much on Nanami’s frazzled nerve endings and he stifles a whimper as his hips jump, clenching up around Ijichi in a way that must feel really good based on the way his expression twists with pleasure.

“You’re so soft inside, Nanami-senpai… So hot. I can feel you twitching around me,” Ijichi whimpers, grinding deep into Nanami as his pleasure begins to mount.

“Mmm, be a good boy and fuck me a little harder, Kiyo. Make your senpai come,” Nanami orders breathlessly, forcing his screaming muscles to move and wrapping his thighs around Ijichi’s skinny hips to encourage him deeper.

Gojo’s fingers have found his nipples again and he massages the tender flesh, planting kisses across his shoulders as Nanami’s pleasure begins to crest. The relentless buzz of the vibrator against his clit does its job and Nanami seizes, clenching up tight around Ijichi as one last orgasm is dragged from his exhausted body.

Ijichi positively wails with pleasure and shoots inside of him, adding to the sloppy mess of fluids dripping out of Nanami when Getou guides Ijichi to keep fucking into him. And then it’s finally over, Ijichi slumping back against Getou’s chest. Nanami allows his body to go completely limp with a relieved groan, covering his face to hide his embarrassment when he can feel himself literally leaking.

“I’m going to go take care of Kiyotaka, but Satoru knows where the aftercare kit and the bath are. If you need me, I’ll be in the room next door,” Getou murmurs, gathering his boyfriend into his arms and carrying him towards the door that leads to the room with the couch.

Nanami… drifts for a while. He’s hazy and exhausted, and when Gojo picks him up like a newlywed he goes easily, burying his face in his throat to breathe him in. It isn’t until Gojo has cleaned the worst of the mess between his thighs and Nanami’s shoulders deep in the most luxurious bath he’s ever seen in his life that he starts to come back to himself.

He presses his cheek to Gojo’s shoulder and sighs comfortably, eyes closed as he enjoys the gentle massage Gojo is giving him. The hot water is a pleasant balm on his sore muscles, and even the initial sting of it against his bruised ass isn’t enough to make Nanami want to leave anytime soon.

“Suguru was right, you know. You really are incredible, Kento. I’m so lucky to have you,” Gojo murmurs between sweet kisses pressed into Nanami’s hair.

Nanami makes a humming noise and relaxes deeper against his chest as sleep threatens to overtake him. They could probably take a nap… they don’t need to be home for a few more hours.

“I had fun. I think it would be nice to do this again sometime. With Getou-san and Ijichi-san or… Someone else,” he says agreeably, allowing himself to be petted and pampered.

Gojo doesn’t say anything, and Nanami takes the opportunity to just… think about the last few hours. Body image is something he’s always struggled with most of his life, and while he doesn’t hate how he looks and has grown used to the parts of himself that don’t always match up to the mental image he has of himself, this is the first time in a while where he actually feels… really good about his appearance.

All the verbal praise is great of course, but Nanami is specifically recalling the heated stares. The reverent touches. The desperate longing in Ijichi’s eyes, and the open hunger in Getou’s. The way Getou’s hands stroked over his skin, as if he couldn’t get enough.

“Where did you go, babe?” Gojo asks softly, interrupting Nanami’s spinning thoughts. “Are you okay? Do you need Suguru or Kiyo? Suguru said you might need a little extra attention since it’s your first time, or at least your first time in years.”

But Nanami shakes his head. He doesn’t need them, not just yet at least.

“I’m just thinking… This started out kind of on a whim, you know? Fool around with our hot friends, blow off some steam. But now I’m just…”

He trails off, his sleepy, foggy brain struggling to find the words to describe how he’s feeling right now. Nanami turns on Gojo’s lap to face him and studies him while he tries to make sense of it all.

“It made me feel desirable. Not that you don’t make me feel desirable all the time, but the look on your face when Getou-san had me tied up… It was like I was burning up. The way you all touched me and admired me and fucked me. It felt so good, Satoru.”

Gojo slips his arms around Nanami’s waist and patiently waits while he fumbles his thoughts again, but there’s a faint smile on his face that only grows the more Nanami talks.

“It’s not even about being trans. Not entirely, at least. But I’m almost thirty, and after being pregnant I know there are parts of me that I don’t think many people would consider attractive. The stretch marks on my belly and thighs… the way my chest sags from breastfeeding Yuuji. I’m getting older, and I feel it more and more every day. But when you all touched me and admired me like that, all I could think is that…”

He gnaws on the inside of his cheek for a moment before finally meeting Gojo’s gaze.

“All I could think is that I felt so fucking desireable. Getou-san said I was gorgeous, and beautiful, and I believed him.”

Nanami smiles back faintly before dropping his gaze to Gojo’s chest, staring at a freckle he’s long since memorized.

“I think maybe that’s why the insults he started with hit me so hard, because the things he said… are all things I’ve thought about myself before. That I’m just desperate, and useless. That you could do better. That you deserve better. And it hurt so badly to hear it said out loud. It felt like every one of my worst fears were just being confirmed. But then the way you all handled me, like you just couldn’t get enough? It was… fuck, Satoru, it was incredible,” he whispers, going easily when Gojo pulls him down in against him for a tight hug.

“Would you hate me if I said I wanted to keep having sex with other people? Not just with Getou-san and Kiyotaka-kun, but with other people. You mentioned Fushiguro-san before, you insisted that he stares at me. Does he really?”

Gojo’s sudden bark of laughter is so loud that it actually echoes off the bathroom tile. He buries his face in Nanami’s hair and sighs, soft and affectionate.

“I could never hate you, for one. For two, I’m absolutely on board for more sex because you are fucking gorgeous when you let loose. And for three? Toji-san stares at you so hard I’m amazed he hasn’t worn two goddamn eye holes through your pants, Kento. He wants you so fucking badly and he makes sure I know it. Absolutely no shame. If I didn’t know him to be a decent enough man, I’d almost be worried about him hurting you with how obvious it is that he wants to devour you whole,” Gojo growls and the intensity of his conviction sends a shiver down Nanami’s spine.

He sits up straight again and stares at Gojo as he considers what he’s saying, and the scenario he’s formulating in his mind right now…

“What if I… wanted him to lose control? Not actually lose control, but maybe. Pretend to lose control. Have him act like he wants me so badly that he breaks in and ties you up, ties me up, and makes you watch as he has his wicked way with me.”

Nanami feels a little breathless as he poses the idea to Gojo, studying him intently when his nostrils flare and his eyes go a touch wide at what Nanami is asking. It’s intense, he knows, but the thrill of excitement that shoots down his spine just imagining it is absolutely electrifying.

“You want him to pretend to break into our home and force you into having sex?” Gojo sounds dubious but not outright opposed at least. “While I watch?”

Nanami swallows thickly and then nods.

“I know it’s a lot, but I want to try it. Only if you’ll be okay with it, though. We can try something else if you don’t think you’ll be comfortable, or we can ask Getou-san maybe, if you’d feel better trying it with him?”

Gojo mulls that one over for a good long while. So long that Nanami has just about prepared himself for the inevitable rejection. And then–

“Alright. I’m willing to try it, and with Toji-san, if it’s something you want. We’ll need to discuss it with him first, and establish a safe word for all three of us, and other ways of making everything stop if one of us can’t speak, but… I’ve known Toji-san for a couple years now. Tsumiki-chan attended the Kindergarten, and the man was an absolute fool for his wife before she passed. I don’t think he’d hurt you any more than you want. And we trust him with Yuuji, right? And if we can trust him with our kid then we can trust him with this,” Gojo decides, and Nanami tries not to show how much he still likes it when Gojo calls Yuuji ‘our’ kid.

“I can agree to that,” Nanami murmurs before leaning in to nudge his forehead against his partner’s.

“You’re amazing, you know that? I don’t think there’s many people who would be so willing to watch their boyfriend have sex with another man.”

Gojo snorts and tips his chin up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, palms sliding down the length of his back to palm at his bruised and aching ass.

“Don’t make me sound so altruistic, Kento. Watching you choke around Kiyo’s cock while Suguru and I shared you is the second hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life, and I cannot wait to see all the ways Toji-san is going to mess you up…”

It’s Nanami’s turn to laugh and he pulls back enough to raise a quizzical eyebrow at Gojo, who already knows what he’s about to say based on the way he’s smirking.

“If that’s the second hottest, what could possibly be the first hottest?” he asks incredulously.

Gojo licks his lips and sweeps his gaze appreciatively up and down the length of Nanami’s bare torso, making a production out of his appreciation for his body.

“When I got you naked and spread you out across my bed that very first time. I saw your gorgeous long legs, and the adorable smattering of freckles on your shoulders, and those cute little nipples that I couldn’t wait to taste… Fuck, Kento. You don’t even know how gorgeous you are to the rest of us,” Gojo hisses, hauling him in until they’re pressed chest to chest.

Nanami’s breath hitches and a hot bolt of want courses through his body, so sudden and so intense that it threatens to overwhelm him. But Gojo is only just getting started.

“I can hardly keep my hands off you. I certainly can’t keep my eyes to myself. Every time I see you I want you so bad it makes me want to scream. When Toji-san stares at your ass it makes me burn because I know he’s so fucking jealous that you’re mine. And the way Suguru would talk about you before we started dating, god, Kento. The only reason he didn’t invite you to sleep with him sooner is because he knew how badly I wanted you. So absolutely stunning, with that one gray polo that was too tight in the shoulders, and those long work days when you’d show up with your tie stuffed in your pocket and the top couple buttons of your shirt undone?”

Gojo’s breath is hot in his ear as he leans in, making Nanami shiver.

“You’ve been such a fucking temptation, such an incredible tease to everyone around you for so long and I’m glad you’re finally starting to see it for yourself…”

Nanami kisses him desperately before he says anything else that makes him feel like he’s burning up from the inside, clinging to him when Gojo lifts him from the bath and carries him out of the room. They find Getou on the bed with Ijichi curled up in his arms, drowsily eating the bite-sized pieces of apple that Getou is hand feeding him, and Nanami shudders when Gojo lays him down on his front beside them.

He expects Gojo to fuck him again and raises his hips expectantly, even though every inch of his body screams in silent protest that it’s had enough for today, but Gojo places a hand at the small of his back and presses him down flat on the bed again. Getou passes him something overhead that Nanami doesn’t catch, but he figures it out pretty quickly when something warm dribbles over his shoulders and back.

“Just relax, Kento… Let me take care of you,” Gojo croons, kneeling on either side of his hips before he slides his palms through the oil and up the length of Nanami’s spine.

A finger taps Nanami’s cheek and he turns his head to look at Getou and Ijichi, taking a moment to blink at the offered apple piece being held out to him before obediently opening his mouth and allowing Getou to feed it to him. It’s soft and sweet with a nice crunch, and Nanami rolls the taste of it over his tongue as he goes fully limp across the bed with his head pillowed comfortably on his folded arms.

Getou alternates between feeding Ijichi and Nanami while Gojo massages his aching body, and Nanami finds himself drifting once more. He’s so relaxed right now, and the warmth from the oil is seeping into his muscles and easing the tension right out of them. He’s still a little aroused from Gojo’s words earlier, and the feeling of his hands rubbing all over his body certainly isn’t helping, but it’s a comfortable sort of arousal. There’s no immediate pressing urge to act upon it and he’s honestly not sure if he’s even capable of getting off right now anyways.

The oil is exchanged for a cooling, antibiotic cream once Gojo reaches the bruising and welts across his ass and thighs, and it soothes away some of the lingering sting.

“You’ll want to sleep on your front for a couple days, I think,” Nanami hears Getou joke somewhere far, far away, and he’s not sure the drowsy little hum he manages in reply is loud enough to even be heard.

“Take a nap if you need to, Kento… We’ll wake you and Kiyotaka when lunch is here,” Gojo murmurs sweetly, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck.

Nanami sighs in agreement, as if he could stop the darkness that’s already swiftly moving in to claim him. The last fleeting thought that crosses Nanami’s mind before he falls asleep is that he’s so, so incredibly lucky to have found someone like Gojo Satoru.