[Ready for Beta] Leader Kink is Contagious
Title: Leader Kink is Contagious
Pairing: Senga Kento - Hashimoto Ryosuke - Goseki Koichi
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Senga feels lonely not having his best friens around.
A/N: Request by orangegreenlove
Senga smiles, but in his hearts he misses them like crazy. He's proud though, but he misses fooling around with his best friend and he even misses being scolded by Yokoo. And everybody misses Yokoo's magic bag. So he's hanging out with Fujigaya more often and for some reason he spends quite a lot of time with Hashimoto.
"So who do you admire the most?"
Hashimoto gives Senga a sincere smile as he let himself fall on the couch, head landing in Senga's lap. Senga ruffles Hashimoto's hair in return before letting out a huge sigh. By now he's gotten used to the younger mans hunger for attention. Just thinking about the answer makes his face light up like the sun. Hashimoto's gives him a surprised look, then pokes Senga's sides with his index fingers.
"Tell me."
"Takizawa-sempai."
Senga almost whispers the name of his favorite sempai with a warmth and admiration in his voice that makes the Z shiver.
"Great choise, I admire him a lot too. And in Kisumai?"
"Leader ofcourse, who else."
"And Ebi?"
Senga's face blushes and Hashimoto sits up, his interest awakened by Senga's uneasiness. Senga curses himself inwardly, knowing Hashimoto won't give up before finding out the answer. Getting out of his daze, he finds himself almost nose to nose with the other one. In a reflex he want's to push him back, but the dark brown innocent puppy eyes makes him want to hug him instead. Senga coughs lightly to evade the answer a little bit longer, but Hashimoto takes the opportinity to crawl into his lap.
"So who out of Ebi makes Ken-chan blush? Is it Tottsu? I do understand if it's Tottsu, I love everything about Tottsu."
Senga smiles and tries to shift Hasshimoto's weight in his lap. The total innocence Hashomoto's claims his love for Totsuka with is plain adorable.
"No it's not Tottsu, but he is an admirable fella." Hashimoto nods in agreement, eyes sparkling with love.
"It's Tsuka, right? You two have a lot in common and you're in the same unit too. You two like dancing and acrobatics, but well Tsuka pawns everybody in the acrobatic department. You both are muscled and you guys ... eehhh ... sweat a lot."
Normally Senga would get mad at a remark like that, but the enthousiasm and honesty of Ebi's youngest makes him smile instead.
"Eventhough I like Tsuka a lot, it's not him."
"It's Fumikyun! It's gotta be him, he's professional and funny, his monomanes are the best and nobody strips faster than him and ..."
Senga shakes his head. "Nope it's not him either, but he's great too."
Hashimoto thinks over the leftover options. Senga surpresses a smile as he can clearly see the younger mans brain work out the answer. Suddenly Hashimoto's face brightens.
"It's not me."
Senga gives him a suprised look and wonders what makes the 17-years-old decide on that one. Not that it isn't true, but ...
"When I sit in your lap, I don't feel your dick pressing into my ass, so it isn't me."
Senga chokes and turns beet red. Coughing profusely he tries to catch his breath as Hashimoto's pets his back understandably. Senga tries to block out every thought on who's dicks have pressed against Hasshimoto's ass or even ...
"Are you okay, Senga? Want me to get you some water." Hasshimoto's looks worried as he grabs a hold of Senga's shoulders. The latter just nods and feels somewhat relieved Hasshimoto rushes towards the vending machine to get him some.
Senga shakes his head and tries to regain his composure. He knows he got to face the fact Hashimoto unraveled his crush on Goseki-sama so fast, eventhough he's not the brightest person in the world. But damn, the guy is people smart. You have to give him credit for that.
"Here you go, Senga." Hashimoto still looks a bit worried as he hands Senga a bottle of fresh water. Senga gratefully takes the bottle and let the water cool his thoughts. Seeing Senga calm down makes Hasshimoto smile relieved as he takes his spot in the older mans lap again.
"So it's Goseki-sama. Since when do you like him like that?" Senga takes another sip from his drink before answering. He knows he has too, Hashimoto will not give up easily.
"Well I've always admired Goseki-sama, but he seems to be on a different level than most of us. Kinda unreachable. But since we're doing this butai, I can't help staring at his nipples whenever he looses his shirt. Not that I haven't seen them before, but I never wanted to touch them in the past." By the time Senga finishes his confession his cheeks are bright pink.
"So you just wanna touch them or what?"
Senga's cheeks darken the moment he unvoluntarily thinks about the possibilities.
"I could set it up for you if you really want it."
Surprised Senga looks Hashimoto directly into his eyes, calm eyes that tell him they are not lying about this.
"You just return the favor."
"Eehhh?"
"You just arrange a playdate for me to make us even."
Senga realises he must look really stupid as his mind tries to process what Hashimoto just implicated.
"So want me to plan it? Any other plans for today?"
Senga shakes his head and realises Hashimoto already has his phone at his ear.
"Un, so I see you in a bit, thanks for guiding me... Oh, can Senga come along, he got ditched by his own unit members? ...You're the best. Yeah we'll meet you up front in five minutes."
Hashimoto shoots Senga a thriumphantical smile as he puts his cell phone away, at the same time loosing the innocent and submissive tone in his voice.
"You should call your folks to tell them you'll be staying over at my place." With that he jumps up from the couch to get his stuff. "Better hurry, Goseki-sama doesn't like to wait."
Quickly Senga types out a mail on his phone and follows Hashimoto to meet up with the most respected and feared member of Ebi. He can feel his stomach tighten as little butterflies start flying around in his belly. There's no way out now.
The closer to the exit, the more Senga becomes aware he can hardly breath. Nervousness creeps through his body as he looks at the annoyed expression showing on Goseki's face. But before the older man can say a thing, Hashimoto is already talking enthousiastically to him and his expressions softens a bit. By the time they arrive at Goseki's car Senga has calmed down enought to be able to talk casually again.
"Let's relax a bit before we eat. I made reservations at 7 anyways, so we still have some time to kill."
Both Hashimoto and Senga nod in perfect unison, even if they were starving right now they wouldn't say so not to oppose the shadow king. Goseki glances at the younger two and smiles.
"But we could get an apatizer first."
Hashimoto is all enthousiastic about that, but Senga finds the ominous smirk Goseki is shooting him a kind of disturbing. He quickly wipes the sweat from his forehead and pretends he's not getting more nervous by the minute.
The minute they walk into the love hotel, Senga knows the Ebi-members played a trick on him. He keeps up a strong front not to show any weakness but he can feel the sweat trickle down his back.
"Hasshi, better make sure Senga gets a shower. I like my apetizers fresh."
Senga doesn't know what is frightening him the most; showering with a overly enthousiastic Hashimoto or serving as appetizer for Ebi's leader. He takes a deep breath, he's got to defend Kiumai's honor so he's not going to let himself get defeated, well at least not that easily.
"Senga come, the water is nice!"
Senga wavers for a moment but just one glance of Goseki is enought to make him get rid of his clothes and get into the shower in just a split second.
"Senga's got really nice muscles."
The innocence and admiration dripping from Hashimoto's voice make Senga feel proud. That feeling only lasts shortly as he can feel the Z's fingers admiraly follow the sharp riples of his abdominal muscles. It feels awkward, but he lets Hasshimoto do as he pleases.
"Let me help you wash up."
Before Senga can protest Haahimoto is already soaping up his washcloth and not long after thoroughly washes Senga, rubbing his skin with strong circular motions. He never thought about being together with Hashimoto, but his body betrays him.
"Senga really has got strong muscles."
Even while standing under the shower Senga can feel he's sweating profusely, cheeks dark red.
"Can I taste Senga? Please Goseki-sama, can I?"
"Hashimoto Ryosuke, didn't I instruct you properley? You don't want me to punish you, or do you?"
Hashimoto shakes his head vigorously as he speeds up the cleaning proxess.
"N-n-no-noooh Goseki-sama. I'll be a good boy."
It's almost a whisper but Goseki smiles slyly as the words reach his ears.
Senga sighs somewhat relieved since he realises he wouldn't have last long if the Z had tasted his properly...
"Senga please raise your arms."
Just the burn of Goseki's eyes in his back, makes him react faster to Hashimoto's commands than the speed of light. It doesn't take long for him to be cleaned properly allover. In a daze he lets the younger man dry him off. The hypnotizing effect Goseki has on him makes him unaware to the fact that Hashimoto put some velvet-lined leather bands around his wrists and ankles.
The moment Goseki licks his lips, Senga starts to tremble. Gently Hashimoto pushes him towards the bed whereupon the Shadow King is waiting, already partly undressed.
"Come, Senga. I know you want to play, you can't hide it. Your cock is already hard and glinstening with precum. So tell me, what do you want?"
Senga blushes and stops walking, but Hashimoto's shoves him roughly forwards making him land on his hands and knees on the bed half on top of Goseki, his nose almost touches the older man's crotch. In a reflex he wants to retreat but Goseki grabs his jaw before he could even move.
"Don't be shy, play nice and you'll be rewarded."
Senga lets himself being pulled forward into a breathtaking kiss, forgetting about his surroundings. As soon as Hashimoto attaches the last restraint to the leather bands on Senga's extremeties, Goseki pushes Senga backwards.
"Now entertain me."
Senga takes a deep breath before he shyly moves his head towards one of Goseki's nipples. Testingly licking at the skin around it he finally finds enough courage to flick his tongue over the sensitive skin. Goseki shoots him an amused grin.
"Is that all you got? Hasshi make him do it properly."
Senga can feel something strange being pulled across his back, before being slapped by it on his bare ass. His eyes open with realisation but there's not much room to move because of the restraints he has been unware off until now.
"Fuck." The word slipped over Senga's lips in a reflex. Senga freezes as soon as he realises his mistake.
"Maybe, maybe not. But you better watch your language around me. Hasshi?"
Hashimoto reacts immediately by whipping Senga a couple of times more, grunting happily during the process.
"Do it properly to Goseki-sama Senga, otherwise I'll be obliged to get out the other equipment."
Senga doesn't want to find out what other equipment Hashimoto is so casually talking about, so he attacks Goseki's nipples in earnest. Sucking hard on them as he lets his tongue swirl around the hardened buds. Licking and sucking a hot trail between them, finally finding the courage to occasionally nibbling on them, making Goseki's breathing increase.
"Please let me use one of my hands too, I know I can do an even better job if you'll allow me. I promiss you won't regret it."
Senga makes sure he using his best deprived puppy look as he looks Goseki straight in the eye.
"Hasshi, give him about 30 centimeters slack on the restraint of his right wrist."
With the extra movement allowed to his right hand Senga can now work both of Goseki's nipples at the same time. As he sucks, licks and chews on one nipple his hand rubs the other one, from time to time gently squeezing and twisting it, then changes the treatment to the other nipple. Feeling the older man finally react to his treatment, Senga encouraged by a deep moan takes his work on the nipples even to a higher level.
"Hasshi, reward him."
Senga pauses in surprise as he can feel the cool stickyness of the lube between the crack of his ass.
"Don't stop or you won't get rewarded."
Senga gets back to work on the nipples once more, expecting Hashimoto to shove two or even three of his fingers up his ass or maybe even his dick. He did not expect to feel something very hard, very thick and very not alive being shoved up his ass. In surprise he almost bites one of Goseki's nipples off, covering his mistake by intensifying his treatment to the nipples even more.
"Hasshi come here, let me whisper something in your ear."
The young boy responds with the eagerness of a retriever. From the corner of his eye, Senga can see Hasmimoto give something to Goseki before moving back on the bed. Suddenly the thing in his ass starts vibrating and spinning, almost making his mind go blank.
"Senga, give me some room. I can't take Goseki-sama's pants off like this."
Senga moans as Hashimoto pulls his hip up and quickly unzips Goseki's pants. In a skillfull motion he gently drags the pants down.
"Senga I allow you to give my cock the same treatment as my nipples. No, I demand an even better treatment. Now let me move up. Hasshi you can do as you please down there."
"Goseki-sama, please allow me more room for my hands to move, that way I can work both your cock and your nipples."
"That's some excellent thinking there. Hasshi?"
Senga eagerly takes in Goseki's cock. Tasting the precum, sucking as he lets his tongue and teeth support his work while one of his hand gently pumps the other. Senga lets his nails trail a path across the kings belly and stomac towards his nipples enjoying very inch of skin he can please.
Senga didn't expect Hashimoto to start sucking on his cock and at the same time shove the dildo an inch further up his ass. In surprise he scratches Goseki's chest and right nipple, making the older man curse under his breath and put the remote he's still holding to the max.
Expecting some severe punishment Senga gives it his all to make up for yet another mistake, not expecting the Shadow King to tell him to scratch him some more. Encouraged by the way the older man reacts to him scratching the sensitive skin of his nipples, Senga lets his teeth scrape along the length of his cock, occasionally biting and sucking the delicate skin.
Senga can feel the tension building up in the older man as he starts writhing underneath him. Goseki arches his back almost in a scaring way and it excites Senga like crazy. Not that he's far behind by the treatment he's receiving himself by the more than eager to please Hashimoto.
Their moaning and panting intensifies as they try to fight their climaxes, not wanting to be the one to give in first. Senga suddely realises he holds another trumpcard since the Shadow King apparently like it rough and he knows it drives some of his own unitmembers right over the edge from experience.
As a last resolve he shoves three of his fingers all the way to the last knuckle up Goseki's ass while at the same time he makes sure to scratch the older man's nipples again and bite down on his cock, then sucking and swallowing his release to the last drop. The moan Goseki gives is enough to make Hashimoto come, dragging Senga himself along.
It takes some time for the three of them to catch their breaths.
"Should have listened to Yara earlier, that mouth of yours is really something special. Next time I should test if your truly as bendy as he says you are."
Senga almost chokes again, cheeks turning beet red once more."
"Hasshi, you've been a good boy."
Goseki pets the youngest man head lovingly, getting a bright and happy smile in return.
"I'll let you fuck Tottsu later tonight as your reward."
Pairing: Senga Kento - Hashimoto Ryosuke - Goseki Koichi
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Senga feels lonely not having his best friens around.
A/N: Request by orangegreenlove
Senga smiles, but in his hearts he misses them like crazy. He's proud though, but he misses fooling around with his best friend and he even misses being scolded by Yokoo. And everybody misses Yokoo's magic bag. So he's hanging out with Fujigaya more often and for some reason he spends quite a lot of time with Hashimoto.
"So who do you admire the most?"
Hashimoto gives Senga a sincere smile as he let himself fall on the couch, head landing in Senga's lap. Senga ruffles Hashimoto's hair in return before letting out a huge sigh. By now he's gotten used to the younger mans hunger for attention. Just thinking about the answer makes his face light up like the sun. Hashimoto's gives him a surprised look, then pokes Senga's sides with his index fingers.
"Tell me."
"Takizawa-sempai."
Senga almost whispers the name of his favorite sempai with a warmth and admiration in his voice that makes the Z shiver.
"Great choise, I admire him a lot too. And in Kisumai?"
"Leader ofcourse, who else."
"And Ebi?"
Senga's face blushes and Hashimoto sits up, his interest awakened by Senga's uneasiness. Senga curses himself inwardly, knowing Hashimoto won't give up before finding out the answer. Getting out of his daze, he finds himself almost nose to nose with the other one. In a reflex he want's to push him back, but the dark brown innocent puppy eyes makes him want to hug him instead. Senga coughs lightly to evade the answer a little bit longer, but Hashimoto takes the opportinity to crawl into his lap.
"So who out of Ebi makes Ken-chan blush? Is it Tottsu? I do understand if it's Tottsu, I love everything about Tottsu."
Senga smiles and tries to shift Hasshimoto's weight in his lap. The total innocence Hashomoto's claims his love for Totsuka with is plain adorable.
"No it's not Tottsu, but he is an admirable fella." Hashimoto nods in agreement, eyes sparkling with love.
"It's Tsuka, right? You two have a lot in common and you're in the same unit too. You two like dancing and acrobatics, but well Tsuka pawns everybody in the acrobatic department. You both are muscled and you guys ... eehhh ... sweat a lot."
Normally Senga would get mad at a remark like that, but the enthousiasm and honesty of Ebi's youngest makes him smile instead.
"Eventhough I like Tsuka a lot, it's not him."
"It's Fumikyun! It's gotta be him, he's professional and funny, his monomanes are the best and nobody strips faster than him and ..."
Senga shakes his head. "Nope it's not him either, but he's great too."
Hashimoto thinks over the leftover options. Senga surpresses a smile as he can clearly see the younger mans brain work out the answer. Suddenly Hashimoto's face brightens.
"It's not me."
Senga gives him a suprised look and wonders what makes the 17-years-old decide on that one. Not that it isn't true, but ...
"When I sit in your lap, I don't feel your dick pressing into my ass, so it isn't me."
Senga chokes and turns beet red. Coughing profusely he tries to catch his breath as Hashimoto's pets his back understandably. Senga tries to block out every thought on who's dicks have pressed against Hasshimoto's ass or even ...
"Are you okay, Senga? Want me to get you some water." Hasshimoto's looks worried as he grabs a hold of Senga's shoulders. The latter just nods and feels somewhat relieved Hasshimoto rushes towards the vending machine to get him some.
Senga shakes his head and tries to regain his composure. He knows he got to face the fact Hashimoto unraveled his crush on Goseki-sama so fast, eventhough he's not the brightest person in the world. But damn, the guy is people smart. You have to give him credit for that.
"Here you go, Senga." Hashimoto still looks a bit worried as he hands Senga a bottle of fresh water. Senga gratefully takes the bottle and let the water cool his thoughts. Seeing Senga calm down makes Hasshimoto smile relieved as he takes his spot in the older mans lap again.
"So it's Goseki-sama. Since when do you like him like that?" Senga takes another sip from his drink before answering. He knows he has too, Hashimoto will not give up easily.
"Well I've always admired Goseki-sama, but he seems to be on a different level than most of us. Kinda unreachable. But since we're doing this butai, I can't help staring at his nipples whenever he looses his shirt. Not that I haven't seen them before, but I never wanted to touch them in the past." By the time Senga finishes his confession his cheeks are bright pink.
"So you just wanna touch them or what?"
Senga's cheeks darken the moment he unvoluntarily thinks about the possibilities.
"I could set it up for you if you really want it."
Surprised Senga looks Hashimoto directly into his eyes, calm eyes that tell him they are not lying about this.
"You just return the favor."
"Eehhh?"
"You just arrange a playdate for me to make us even."
Senga realises he must look really stupid as his mind tries to process what Hashimoto just implicated.
"So want me to plan it? Any other plans for today?"
Senga shakes his head and realises Hashimoto already has his phone at his ear.
"Un, so I see you in a bit, thanks for guiding me... Oh, can Senga come along, he got ditched by his own unit members? ...You're the best. Yeah we'll meet you up front in five minutes."
Hashimoto shoots Senga a thriumphantical smile as he puts his cell phone away, at the same time loosing the innocent and submissive tone in his voice.
"You should call your folks to tell them you'll be staying over at my place." With that he jumps up from the couch to get his stuff. "Better hurry, Goseki-sama doesn't like to wait."
Quickly Senga types out a mail on his phone and follows Hashimoto to meet up with the most respected and feared member of Ebi. He can feel his stomach tighten as little butterflies start flying around in his belly. There's no way out now.
The closer to the exit, the more Senga becomes aware he can hardly breath. Nervousness creeps through his body as he looks at the annoyed expression showing on Goseki's face. But before the older man can say a thing, Hashimoto is already talking enthousiastically to him and his expressions softens a bit. By the time they arrive at Goseki's car Senga has calmed down enought to be able to talk casually again.
"Let's relax a bit before we eat. I made reservations at 7 anyways, so we still have some time to kill."
Both Hashimoto and Senga nod in perfect unison, even if they were starving right now they wouldn't say so not to oppose the shadow king. Goseki glances at the younger two and smiles.
"But we could get an apatizer first."
Hashimoto is all enthousiastic about that, but Senga finds the ominous smirk Goseki is shooting him a kind of disturbing. He quickly wipes the sweat from his forehead and pretends he's not getting more nervous by the minute.
The minute they walk into the love hotel, Senga knows the Ebi-members played a trick on him. He keeps up a strong front not to show any weakness but he can feel the sweat trickle down his back.
"Hasshi, better make sure Senga gets a shower. I like my apetizers fresh."
Senga doesn't know what is frightening him the most; showering with a overly enthousiastic Hashimoto or serving as appetizer for Ebi's leader. He takes a deep breath, he's got to defend Kiumai's honor so he's not going to let himself get defeated, well at least not that easily.
"Senga come, the water is nice!"
Senga wavers for a moment but just one glance of Goseki is enought to make him get rid of his clothes and get into the shower in just a split second.
"Senga's got really nice muscles."
The innocence and admiration dripping from Hashimoto's voice make Senga feel proud. That feeling only lasts shortly as he can feel the Z's fingers admiraly follow the sharp riples of his abdominal muscles. It feels awkward, but he lets Hasshimoto do as he pleases.
"Let me help you wash up."
Before Senga can protest Haahimoto is already soaping up his washcloth and not long after thoroughly washes Senga, rubbing his skin with strong circular motions. He never thought about being together with Hashimoto, but his body betrays him.
"Senga really has got strong muscles."
Even while standing under the shower Senga can feel he's sweating profusely, cheeks dark red.
"Can I taste Senga? Please Goseki-sama, can I?"
"Hashimoto Ryosuke, didn't I instruct you properley? You don't want me to punish you, or do you?"
Hashimoto shakes his head vigorously as he speeds up the cleaning proxess.
"N-n-no-noooh Goseki-sama. I'll be a good boy."
It's almost a whisper but Goseki smiles slyly as the words reach his ears.
Senga sighs somewhat relieved since he realises he wouldn't have last long if the Z had tasted his properly...
"Senga please raise your arms."
Just the burn of Goseki's eyes in his back, makes him react faster to Hashimoto's commands than the speed of light. It doesn't take long for him to be cleaned properly allover. In a daze he lets the younger man dry him off. The hypnotizing effect Goseki has on him makes him unaware to the fact that Hashimoto put some velvet-lined leather bands around his wrists and ankles.
The moment Goseki licks his lips, Senga starts to tremble. Gently Hashimoto pushes him towards the bed whereupon the Shadow King is waiting, already partly undressed.
"Come, Senga. I know you want to play, you can't hide it. Your cock is already hard and glinstening with precum. So tell me, what do you want?"
Senga blushes and stops walking, but Hashimoto's shoves him roughly forwards making him land on his hands and knees on the bed half on top of Goseki, his nose almost touches the older man's crotch. In a reflex he wants to retreat but Goseki grabs his jaw before he could even move.
"Don't be shy, play nice and you'll be rewarded."
Senga lets himself being pulled forward into a breathtaking kiss, forgetting about his surroundings. As soon as Hashimoto attaches the last restraint to the leather bands on Senga's extremeties, Goseki pushes Senga backwards.
"Now entertain me."
Senga takes a deep breath before he shyly moves his head towards one of Goseki's nipples. Testingly licking at the skin around it he finally finds enough courage to flick his tongue over the sensitive skin. Goseki shoots him an amused grin.
"Is that all you got? Hasshi make him do it properly."
Senga can feel something strange being pulled across his back, before being slapped by it on his bare ass. His eyes open with realisation but there's not much room to move because of the restraints he has been unware off until now.
"Fuck." The word slipped over Senga's lips in a reflex. Senga freezes as soon as he realises his mistake.
"Maybe, maybe not. But you better watch your language around me. Hasshi?"
Hashimoto reacts immediately by whipping Senga a couple of times more, grunting happily during the process.
"Do it properly to Goseki-sama Senga, otherwise I'll be obliged to get out the other equipment."
Senga doesn't want to find out what other equipment Hashimoto is so casually talking about, so he attacks Goseki's nipples in earnest. Sucking hard on them as he lets his tongue swirl around the hardened buds. Licking and sucking a hot trail between them, finally finding the courage to occasionally nibbling on them, making Goseki's breathing increase.
"Please let me use one of my hands too, I know I can do an even better job if you'll allow me. I promiss you won't regret it."
Senga makes sure he using his best deprived puppy look as he looks Goseki straight in the eye.
"Hasshi, give him about 30 centimeters slack on the restraint of his right wrist."
With the extra movement allowed to his right hand Senga can now work both of Goseki's nipples at the same time. As he sucks, licks and chews on one nipple his hand rubs the other one, from time to time gently squeezing and twisting it, then changes the treatment to the other nipple. Feeling the older man finally react to his treatment, Senga encouraged by a deep moan takes his work on the nipples even to a higher level.
"Hasshi, reward him."
Senga pauses in surprise as he can feel the cool stickyness of the lube between the crack of his ass.
"Don't stop or you won't get rewarded."
Senga gets back to work on the nipples once more, expecting Hashimoto to shove two or even three of his fingers up his ass or maybe even his dick. He did not expect to feel something very hard, very thick and very not alive being shoved up his ass. In surprise he almost bites one of Goseki's nipples off, covering his mistake by intensifying his treatment to the nipples even more.
"Hasshi come here, let me whisper something in your ear."
The young boy responds with the eagerness of a retriever. From the corner of his eye, Senga can see Hasmimoto give something to Goseki before moving back on the bed. Suddenly the thing in his ass starts vibrating and spinning, almost making his mind go blank.
"Senga, give me some room. I can't take Goseki-sama's pants off like this."
Senga moans as Hashimoto pulls his hip up and quickly unzips Goseki's pants. In a skillfull motion he gently drags the pants down.
"Senga I allow you to give my cock the same treatment as my nipples. No, I demand an even better treatment. Now let me move up. Hasshi you can do as you please down there."
"Goseki-sama, please allow me more room for my hands to move, that way I can work both your cock and your nipples."
"That's some excellent thinking there. Hasshi?"
Senga eagerly takes in Goseki's cock. Tasting the precum, sucking as he lets his tongue and teeth support his work while one of his hand gently pumps the other. Senga lets his nails trail a path across the kings belly and stomac towards his nipples enjoying very inch of skin he can please.
Senga didn't expect Hashimoto to start sucking on his cock and at the same time shove the dildo an inch further up his ass. In surprise he scratches Goseki's chest and right nipple, making the older man curse under his breath and put the remote he's still holding to the max.
Expecting some severe punishment Senga gives it his all to make up for yet another mistake, not expecting the Shadow King to tell him to scratch him some more. Encouraged by the way the older man reacts to him scratching the sensitive skin of his nipples, Senga lets his teeth scrape along the length of his cock, occasionally biting and sucking the delicate skin.
Senga can feel the tension building up in the older man as he starts writhing underneath him. Goseki arches his back almost in a scaring way and it excites Senga like crazy. Not that he's far behind by the treatment he's receiving himself by the more than eager to please Hashimoto.
Their moaning and panting intensifies as they try to fight their climaxes, not wanting to be the one to give in first. Senga suddely realises he holds another trumpcard since the Shadow King apparently like it rough and he knows it drives some of his own unitmembers right over the edge from experience.
As a last resolve he shoves three of his fingers all the way to the last knuckle up Goseki's ass while at the same time he makes sure to scratch the older man's nipples again and bite down on his cock, then sucking and swallowing his release to the last drop. The moan Goseki gives is enough to make Hashimoto come, dragging Senga himself along.
It takes some time for the three of them to catch their breaths.
"Should have listened to Yara earlier, that mouth of yours is really something special. Next time I should test if your truly as bendy as he says you are."
Senga almost chokes again, cheeks turning beet red once more."
"Hasshi, you've been a good boy."
Goseki pets the youngest man head lovingly, getting a bright and happy smile in return.
"I'll let you fuck Tottsu later tonight as your reward."