KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN! KINK MEME REBORN!

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THE KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN! KINK MEME REBORN!

Hey fandom, it's been five months since we last had a decent kink meme going and anonymous cries for a new one have not gone un-heard.

THE SET-UP IS SIMPLE: Anonymously post a pairing (a threesome, a foursome, an orgy, etc) or a character and a kink in the comments of this post. It can be a personal

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dino/yamamoto/squalo: a perversion shared by three, 2/3

[anonymous]

Yamamoto sits down on a chair by the door and looks at Dino, who is still where he was when Yamamoto first opened the door. Which is: standing at the edge of a large four-poster bed with the fly of his trousers down and his cock buried to the hilt in Squalo's ass. Squalo has not moved from where he is either, which is mainly on the bed and bent over such that Dino is able to fuck him from the edge of the bed. Dino has one hand still on Squalo's neck, the hand with the tattoo on it, pressing Squalo's shoulders down; Squalo glares at Yamamoto from where his cheek is pressed flush against the sheets, half-submerged in a floating mess of his own hair. Yamamoto concentrates on the last time he saw Squalo; they were fighting, Squalo was insulting baseball, Squalo's jacket was buttoned all the way up to his neck, Squalo had been wearing pants. Yamamoto tries to focus on that and is able to block out, for a short while, the thought that Squalo is not wearing any pants now.

"Yamamoto?" Dino is calling his name. Yamamoto looks up; he realizes he has been spacing out. "Sorry," he says. "Um, weren't you busy? Should I still be here? I could open the door and close it on the right side of me, really quickly."

"I don't know how to ask this of you," Dino says. "But well, I'm going to ask you anyway, so I'll figure it out. I think Squalo wants you to stay and watch. He's sort of--"

"Cavallone!"

"I think he's kind of excited," Dino says quickly. Squalo swears at him. "No, really, you're blushing, look, it's so cute."

"Look, Cavallone, it has been--"

"Oh gosh, you really are blushing," Yamamoto says, "haha, I would never have thought."

"I am surrounded by idiots," Squalo says. "I'm going to kill both of you right now and then go home and have a really long bath. This is really fucked up--"

"I don't know how you're going to go home," Dino says, "like this," and Yamamoto nearly sprains his fingers from clutching the hilt of his sword because Dino resumes fucking Squalo right as he finishes the sentence, Squalo's reply shifts from words into a long moan. Yamamoto draws his feet under his chair, feels his heartbeat pick up until it is racing neck and neck with the sound of Dino's ragged, open-mouthed breathing and Squalo's moans that escalate with each successive motion of Dino's hips into a sharp, knife-edged screaming. Squalo is very, very loud; Yamamoto feels his toes curling in his shoes from just listening. Dino leans over and whispers in Squalo's ear. Yamamoto wonders what Italians say to each other while they are doing it. They like arguing a lot, he thinks; do they argue? Does either Squalo or Dino get turned on by arguing, by being angry? Does this mean that all this time he has been fighting with Squalo, Squalo has been getting angry with him--

"Yamamoto," Dino says, only now he is speaking very quickly, in between gasps for air, "come over here for a bit, could you?"

Yamamoto jumps to his feet and drops his sword. On the bed, Dino is easing Squalo up and undoing the last few buttons on his shirt. Yamamoto sits down gingerly on the edge of the bed and watches Dino take off Squalo's shirt. Squalo's hair is damp now and sticks to his body, trails in long loops down his torso. Dino tenderly pushes Squalo's damp hair off Squalo's face; Yamamoto wonders at how Squalo simply lets Dino do this, when a few years ago Squalo was so adverse to the idea of letting Yamamoto save him from being eaten by a giant shark. "I don't seriously fucking believe this," Squalo says, looking at Yamamoto. Yamamoto meets Squalo's gaze, realizes Squalo is not wearing pants or a shirt, puts his hands up over his face. "Hey," he can hear Dino saying, "no need to be so shy! We are all friends here. Right, Squalo?"