[fic] Isn't he Pretty?
Kirihara had never loved his boyfriend more then at this moment in time. He would have never thought that Mizuki would agree to this, ever. Actually, to be truthful, he had half expected him to attempt to dump him at the mere suggestion (but since they always got back together, he really didn’t find it much of a deterrence).
Now staring down at the bound, gagged and very willing body beneath him, Kirihara smirked devilishly. Mizuki had done a very good job at tying the blond to his bed, legs wide and arms firmly fastened to the head rails. The cock ring firmly clamped around his erection combined with the vibrator inserted deep into his displayed opening was breath taking.
Simply put, flushed and moaning, Taki was gorgeous.
“Ha-ji-me . . ..” Kirihara called out in a singsong voice as he turned to look at the slightly ajar bathroom door, “Come see our pet . . .”
“Hai, hai . . .” Mizuki’s voice seemed slightly amused as he opened the door and walked into the room properly.
Kirihara groaned at the sight of Mizuki stepping into view, eyes drawn to the impossibly short hemline of the skirt he was wearing. The tied button up shirt, silk stockings and the black garters completed the look perfectly and he hadn’t even seen the shoes the older boy was wearing yet. He licked his lips as Mizuki slowly sauntered over to him, wanting to run his hands up those creamy white thighs.
Mizuki snickered at the look on the second year’s face, knowing what he was thinking. As soon as he was close enough, Kirihara’s fingers were tracing his thighs and soon his hot palms were on his bare ass pulling him even closer. They shared a heated kiss, tongues twining together, fighting for dominance. The battle was quickly won by Kirihara, Mizuki submitting to him without much of a fight.
Mizuki moaned as he was pulled up onto the bed by Kirihara. He straddled the younger boy’s lap, grinding himself against him. A soft whimpering from beside them reminded them that they weren’t the only people there and they both broke off the kiss to look over at Taki. Mizuki shivered as he looked Taki’s bound body over, Kirihara starting to nip and suck on his neck.
“Isn’t he beautiful Hajime?” Kirihara murmured huskily into his neck, his hands now stroking Mizuki’s growing erection and playing with his balls. The older boy could only moan in agreement, thrusting into the second year’s rough palms. Kirihara smirked into the manager’s neck, knowing the boy was like putty in his hands, “I think you should play with him . . . don’t you?”
Kirihara then removed his hands from the older boy’s cock only to slap his bare ass, loving the way the manager jumped and whimpered. Mizuki stopped himself from pouting at the loss of attention, already anticipating the things he would do to the bound blond. He gave Taki a predatory smile and slinked up the bed until he could spread his legs and straddle the blonde’s hips, his ass just barely brushing against Taki’s hard cock. The blond groaned and trusted his hips up, trying to get as much friction as possible.
From behind him, Mizuki could hear Kirihara chuckle at Taki’s vain attempt to come. He would have felt sorry for the Hyotei boy, if this wasn’t as fun as it most definitely was. Either out of kindness or spite, Mizuki ground his ass against Taki’s straining erection, making the blond thrust up into him roughly. Mizuki moaned at the friction, spreading his legs even wider as he trailed his hands over Taki’s chest. The blond moaned beneath him, arching into the touch and trying to get more contact. This only caused Mizuki’s grin to grow as he started to toy with Taki’s nipples mercilessly. The Hyotei boy writhed at the sensations, going mad with need.
Kirihara moved closer to the two of them, placing his hands on Mizuki’s waist before licking the manager’s slender neck. He loved the way Mizuki would always turn his head and strain his neck, opening himself up for the younger boy. After lavishing much attention to the shell of the older boy’s ear, Kirihara smirked and pressed the bottle of lube into one of the manager’s hands, “Stretch yourself, Hajime.”
The older boy moaned loudly at that, fingers wrapping tightly around the cool plastic bottle now in his hand. The younger boy released his ear from between his teeth, letting him move freely. Lifting his ass off the blonde beneath him, Mizuki brought himself so that most of his weight was on his knees that rested at Taki’s hips. Kirihara’s strong hands grasped his hips tightly, holding him up and tilting them so that he could have a better view of what Mizuki was about to do.
Reluctantly releasing Taki’s nipple from his tormenting grip, Mizuki quickly coated his fingers before tossing the bottle over his shoulder back to Kirihara. He wasted no time in working his first digit into himself, finger slipping up to the second knuckle with ease. He shivered at the feeling of finally being stretched, even if he was the one doing it. Rocking his finger deeper into himself, Mizuki moaned then started to insert his second digit.
Kirihara was torn between watching his boyfriend stretch himself and watching Taki’s reaction to his boyfriend stretching himself. The lust had been clouding his eyes had now become a fierce need as his gaze was trained on Mizuki’s fingers as the boy slowly fucked himself. The blonde’s hard erection was now beginning to weep; it was obvious that he needed release soon. Kirihara grinned wickedly, knowing exactly what would be best for him.
“Hajime, fuck yourself on him.”
The groan of pleasure from both boys that he received with that statement made his cock twitch with anticipation. Licking his lips he slowly rolled the cock ring off of the blond, only to replace the pressure by wrapping his fingers tightly around his base. As soon as Mizuki slipped his fingers out of himself, Kirihara tightened his hold on the older boy’s hips and pushed him onto Taki’s weeping cock.
Mizuki gave out a cry of pleasure at finally being penetrated, it made Kirihara smile; the boy was such a cock slut. As soon as the second year released his hips, the manager started to ride the blond. Rising up only to slam himself back down, forcing Taki’s erection further inside him until he could get it no deeper due to Kirihara’s tight grip on the blonde’s base. Mizuki’s small skirt doing little to cover anything and only adding to the effect; rising and falling with him, showing off his now weeping member. The Hyotei boy thrusted along with him, lifting his hips off the bed, moaning loudly in the back of his throat.
“Take off his gag Hajime, I want to hear him scream.”
Kirihara watched avidly as his boyfriend did as he was told, relishing in the control he now had. Reaching up with trembling hands, Mizuki pulled the ball gag from between Taki’s still swollen lips only to viciously push himself back onto the Hyotei boy’s hard cock. The hoarse cry of pleasure that ripped its way out of the blonde’s throat echoed loudly in the room and Kirihara knew that it could be heard from the far end of the hall.
Taki strained against the silk ties that bound him to the bed, obviously trying to reach out and grasp the Rudolph student. Seeing the blond trying so fiercely to get back in control of the situation only served to make Kirihara want to completely dominate the boy even more. He wasn’t going to untie Taki until he was done with him and maybe even then he wouldn’t. Even as that thought came to the forefront of his mind he quickly pushed it back; there was something a little more important to deal with right now - Mizuki.
With the hand that had been previously on Mizuki’s hip, Kirihara began to stretch the manager even wider. The older boy gasped at the intrusion, pushing himself back against the digits, forcing them deeper. Seeing how much Mizuki wanted it, Kirihara wasted no time with pleasantries and quickly inserted a third finger. He was rewarded with a whiny moan, half pleasure half pain; Mizuki didn’t push himself back against the invading fingers this time. Roughly thrusting the digits into the manager as he kneeled on the backs of Mizuki’s legs, he made it impossible for the older boy to move away. Kirihara didn’t stop until Mizuki’s pained whimpers turned to wonton moans.
Knowing that Mizuki was stretched just enough, he gave him no time to adjust to being stretched farther then he ever had before pulling out his fingers and thrusting his cock deep into the manager and against Taki’s. Both boys gasped, Taki in pure pleasure and Mizuki once again in pain. Kirihara didn’t release the base of the blonde’s member, as he wanted Mizuki to come with both Taki’s and his cocks inside him. He knew it would be any time now; Mizuki could never last long.
It was all the older boy could do, to keep himself kneeling with his legs wide instead of collapsing on top of Taki in the midst of everything. Either panting or hyperventilating, Mizuki wasn’t quite sure which one, he clutched at anything he could grab onto. His fingernails dug into Taki’s sides, easily breaking the skin and digging into his flesh and his grip tightened as he held onto him for dear life. He had never felt so full before. The sensation of not one but two cocks inside him; thrusting and sliding against each other, working deeper and penetrating him farther then ever before, was making it impossible to think. His world narrowed down to this single moment, the feel of hot, slick flesh against his own, the pressure, the friction, the heat.
Then he felt something beneath him move and all of a sudden Taki was furiously thrusting up into him and Kirihara was matching this new pace. All it took was a single bite on his neck from the Rikkai ace to send him over the edge, screaming out his release. Kirihara held his hips still as his semen splattered over the blonde’s chest and just starting to mar his slender neck. He shuddered helplessly as the two of them continued to pound into him, seemingly not noticing or not caring that he had already finished.
Unable to hold himself up any longer, he slumped forward onto Taki’s now sticky chest. Before he could collapse fully the blond gasped loudly and arched up to meet him. Taki’s eyes fluttered closed as Mizuki felt the other boy’s cock throb inside him, the blond finally obtaining the release that he had so desperately craved. The previously slick passageway inside him now was even more fluid. The manager was able to feel the semen begin to slowly seep from him, though he paid little attention to the sensation. Taki was motionless inside him now and slumped back down to the bed, though Kirihara kept pounding into him as if he knew nothing else.
On the verge of blacking out, Mizuki felt Kirihara starting to tense behind him. Now almost unable to move he could do nothing to stop the younger boy from roughly pulling and tilting his hips as he thrusted once, twice, and then finished himself inside of him. The odd sensation of the two cocks slipping out of him and the combined semen slowly oozing down his thighs was the last thing he felt before passing out, though he would be hard pressed to remember it when he awoke.
Panting slightly, Kirihara lifted his knees off of the back of Mizuki’s calves, giving the now unconscious boy a little more freedom that he had previously denied. He then just watched Taki’s face as the blond tried to regain his ability to form coherent thought and perhaps breath properly. The Hyotei boy shifted slightly underneath the unconscious Mizuki, obviously finding his weight at least a little uncomfortable but not really able to do much about it.
Taking pity on the bound blond, Kirihara rolled Mizuki off of him; the still unconscious boy just slumped against the wall and didn’t move. Taki shivered as his damp skin was now exposed to the cool air and opened his eyes. He licked his lips and let out a shaky breath before speaking softly, “Take it out of me.”
Kirihara didn’t know what he was talking about for a moment but then he remembered the small vibrator that he had found great pleasure inserting into the older boy. As it was really only fun for him to torture his boyfriend with stuff like this, he quickly complied with the request. The blond gave out a small sigh as the foreign object easily slipped out of himself then shifted slightly again. Rolling his shoulders as much as he could with his arms still tied to the headboard, Taki gave Kirihara a look.
Keeping himself from rolling his eyes, Kirihara reached up and untied the blond. He was only being this nice to him because he wanted the blond to come back next week; he hoped then Mizuki would pass out after the first orgasm. Taki gave him a small smile as he stretched out his arms, though he still didn’t try to get up from the bed; Kirihara liked that.
“So . . . is next Thursday good for you?”
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Now staring down at the bound, gagged and very willing body beneath him, Kirihara smirked devilishly. Mizuki had done a very good job at tying the blond to his bed, legs wide and arms firmly fastened to the head rails. The cock ring firmly clamped around his erection combined with the vibrator inserted deep into his displayed opening was breath taking.
Simply put, flushed and moaning, Taki was gorgeous.
“Ha-ji-me . . ..” Kirihara called out in a singsong voice as he turned to look at the slightly ajar bathroom door, “Come see our pet . . .”
“Hai, hai . . .” Mizuki’s voice seemed slightly amused as he opened the door and walked into the room properly.
Kirihara groaned at the sight of Mizuki stepping into view, eyes drawn to the impossibly short hemline of the skirt he was wearing. The tied button up shirt, silk stockings and the black garters completed the look perfectly and he hadn’t even seen the shoes the older boy was wearing yet. He licked his lips as Mizuki slowly sauntered over to him, wanting to run his hands up those creamy white thighs.
Mizuki snickered at the look on the second year’s face, knowing what he was thinking. As soon as he was close enough, Kirihara’s fingers were tracing his thighs and soon his hot palms were on his bare ass pulling him even closer. They shared a heated kiss, tongues twining together, fighting for dominance. The battle was quickly won by Kirihara, Mizuki submitting to him without much of a fight.
Mizuki moaned as he was pulled up onto the bed by Kirihara. He straddled the younger boy’s lap, grinding himself against him. A soft whimpering from beside them reminded them that they weren’t the only people there and they both broke off the kiss to look over at Taki. Mizuki shivered as he looked Taki’s bound body over, Kirihara starting to nip and suck on his neck.
“Isn’t he beautiful Hajime?” Kirihara murmured huskily into his neck, his hands now stroking Mizuki’s growing erection and playing with his balls. The older boy could only moan in agreement, thrusting into the second year’s rough palms. Kirihara smirked into the manager’s neck, knowing the boy was like putty in his hands, “I think you should play with him . . . don’t you?”
Kirihara then removed his hands from the older boy’s cock only to slap his bare ass, loving the way the manager jumped and whimpered. Mizuki stopped himself from pouting at the loss of attention, already anticipating the things he would do to the bound blond. He gave Taki a predatory smile and slinked up the bed until he could spread his legs and straddle the blonde’s hips, his ass just barely brushing against Taki’s hard cock. The blond groaned and trusted his hips up, trying to get as much friction as possible.
From behind him, Mizuki could hear Kirihara chuckle at Taki’s vain attempt to come. He would have felt sorry for the Hyotei boy, if this wasn’t as fun as it most definitely was. Either out of kindness or spite, Mizuki ground his ass against Taki’s straining erection, making the blond thrust up into him roughly. Mizuki moaned at the friction, spreading his legs even wider as he trailed his hands over Taki’s chest. The blond moaned beneath him, arching into the touch and trying to get more contact. This only caused Mizuki’s grin to grow as he started to toy with Taki’s nipples mercilessly. The Hyotei boy writhed at the sensations, going mad with need.
Kirihara moved closer to the two of them, placing his hands on Mizuki’s waist before licking the manager’s slender neck. He loved the way Mizuki would always turn his head and strain his neck, opening himself up for the younger boy. After lavishing much attention to the shell of the older boy’s ear, Kirihara smirked and pressed the bottle of lube into one of the manager’s hands, “Stretch yourself, Hajime.”
The older boy moaned loudly at that, fingers wrapping tightly around the cool plastic bottle now in his hand. The younger boy released his ear from between his teeth, letting him move freely. Lifting his ass off the blonde beneath him, Mizuki brought himself so that most of his weight was on his knees that rested at Taki’s hips. Kirihara’s strong hands grasped his hips tightly, holding him up and tilting them so that he could have a better view of what Mizuki was about to do.
Reluctantly releasing Taki’s nipple from his tormenting grip, Mizuki quickly coated his fingers before tossing the bottle over his shoulder back to Kirihara. He wasted no time in working his first digit into himself, finger slipping up to the second knuckle with ease. He shivered at the feeling of finally being stretched, even if he was the one doing it. Rocking his finger deeper into himself, Mizuki moaned then started to insert his second digit.
Kirihara was torn between watching his boyfriend stretch himself and watching Taki’s reaction to his boyfriend stretching himself. The lust had been clouding his eyes had now become a fierce need as his gaze was trained on Mizuki’s fingers as the boy slowly fucked himself. The blonde’s hard erection was now beginning to weep; it was obvious that he needed release soon. Kirihara grinned wickedly, knowing exactly what would be best for him.
“Hajime, fuck yourself on him.”
The groan of pleasure from both boys that he received with that statement made his cock twitch with anticipation. Licking his lips he slowly rolled the cock ring off of the blond, only to replace the pressure by wrapping his fingers tightly around his base. As soon as Mizuki slipped his fingers out of himself, Kirihara tightened his hold on the older boy’s hips and pushed him onto Taki’s weeping cock.
Mizuki gave out a cry of pleasure at finally being penetrated, it made Kirihara smile; the boy was such a cock slut. As soon as the second year released his hips, the manager started to ride the blond. Rising up only to slam himself back down, forcing Taki’s erection further inside him until he could get it no deeper due to Kirihara’s tight grip on the blonde’s base. Mizuki’s small skirt doing little to cover anything and only adding to the effect; rising and falling with him, showing off his now weeping member. The Hyotei boy thrusted along with him, lifting his hips off the bed, moaning loudly in the back of his throat.
“Take off his gag Hajime, I want to hear him scream.”
Kirihara watched avidly as his boyfriend did as he was told, relishing in the control he now had. Reaching up with trembling hands, Mizuki pulled the ball gag from between Taki’s still swollen lips only to viciously push himself back onto the Hyotei boy’s hard cock. The hoarse cry of pleasure that ripped its way out of the blonde’s throat echoed loudly in the room and Kirihara knew that it could be heard from the far end of the hall.
Taki strained against the silk ties that bound him to the bed, obviously trying to reach out and grasp the Rudolph student. Seeing the blond trying so fiercely to get back in control of the situation only served to make Kirihara want to completely dominate the boy even more. He wasn’t going to untie Taki until he was done with him and maybe even then he wouldn’t. Even as that thought came to the forefront of his mind he quickly pushed it back; there was something a little more important to deal with right now - Mizuki.
With the hand that had been previously on Mizuki’s hip, Kirihara began to stretch the manager even wider. The older boy gasped at the intrusion, pushing himself back against the digits, forcing them deeper. Seeing how much Mizuki wanted it, Kirihara wasted no time with pleasantries and quickly inserted a third finger. He was rewarded with a whiny moan, half pleasure half pain; Mizuki didn’t push himself back against the invading fingers this time. Roughly thrusting the digits into the manager as he kneeled on the backs of Mizuki’s legs, he made it impossible for the older boy to move away. Kirihara didn’t stop until Mizuki’s pained whimpers turned to wonton moans.
Knowing that Mizuki was stretched just enough, he gave him no time to adjust to being stretched farther then he ever had before pulling out his fingers and thrusting his cock deep into the manager and against Taki’s. Both boys gasped, Taki in pure pleasure and Mizuki once again in pain. Kirihara didn’t release the base of the blonde’s member, as he wanted Mizuki to come with both Taki’s and his cocks inside him. He knew it would be any time now; Mizuki could never last long.
It was all the older boy could do, to keep himself kneeling with his legs wide instead of collapsing on top of Taki in the midst of everything. Either panting or hyperventilating, Mizuki wasn’t quite sure which one, he clutched at anything he could grab onto. His fingernails dug into Taki’s sides, easily breaking the skin and digging into his flesh and his grip tightened as he held onto him for dear life. He had never felt so full before. The sensation of not one but two cocks inside him; thrusting and sliding against each other, working deeper and penetrating him farther then ever before, was making it impossible to think. His world narrowed down to this single moment, the feel of hot, slick flesh against his own, the pressure, the friction, the heat.
Then he felt something beneath him move and all of a sudden Taki was furiously thrusting up into him and Kirihara was matching this new pace. All it took was a single bite on his neck from the Rikkai ace to send him over the edge, screaming out his release. Kirihara held his hips still as his semen splattered over the blonde’s chest and just starting to mar his slender neck. He shuddered helplessly as the two of them continued to pound into him, seemingly not noticing or not caring that he had already finished.
Unable to hold himself up any longer, he slumped forward onto Taki’s now sticky chest. Before he could collapse fully the blond gasped loudly and arched up to meet him. Taki’s eyes fluttered closed as Mizuki felt the other boy’s cock throb inside him, the blond finally obtaining the release that he had so desperately craved. The previously slick passageway inside him now was even more fluid. The manager was able to feel the semen begin to slowly seep from him, though he paid little attention to the sensation. Taki was motionless inside him now and slumped back down to the bed, though Kirihara kept pounding into him as if he knew nothing else.
On the verge of blacking out, Mizuki felt Kirihara starting to tense behind him. Now almost unable to move he could do nothing to stop the younger boy from roughly pulling and tilting his hips as he thrusted once, twice, and then finished himself inside of him. The odd sensation of the two cocks slipping out of him and the combined semen slowly oozing down his thighs was the last thing he felt before passing out, though he would be hard pressed to remember it when he awoke.
Panting slightly, Kirihara lifted his knees off of the back of Mizuki’s calves, giving the now unconscious boy a little more freedom that he had previously denied. He then just watched Taki’s face as the blond tried to regain his ability to form coherent thought and perhaps breath properly. The Hyotei boy shifted slightly underneath the unconscious Mizuki, obviously finding his weight at least a little uncomfortable but not really able to do much about it.
Taking pity on the bound blond, Kirihara rolled Mizuki off of him; the still unconscious boy just slumped against the wall and didn’t move. Taki shivered as his damp skin was now exposed to the cool air and opened his eyes. He licked his lips and let out a shaky breath before speaking softly, “Take it out of me.”
Kirihara didn’t know what he was talking about for a moment but then he remembered the small vibrator that he had found great pleasure inserting into the older boy. As it was really only fun for him to torture his boyfriend with stuff like this, he quickly complied with the request. The blond gave out a small sigh as the foreign object easily slipped out of himself then shifted slightly again. Rolling his shoulders as much as he could with his arms still tied to the headboard, Taki gave Kirihara a look.
Keeping himself from rolling his eyes, Kirihara reached up and untied the blond. He was only being this nice to him because he wanted the blond to come back next week; he hoped then Mizuki would pass out after the first orgasm. Taki gave him a small smile as he stretched out his arms, though he still didn’t try to get up from the bed; Kirihara liked that.
“So . . . is next Thursday good for you?”
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