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He found it very difficult to pay attention to the spectacle in front of him, no matter how nice it might or might not be to watch two good-looking guys get molested by their equally attractive peers. By his twin, in Lyle's case.
Setsuna's eyes slid shut halfway and he lost himself in thought. He sort of wished he'd paid attention to Lasse's breakdown of the relationships, now that he was seeing everything in action, but it wasn't too difficult to pick things out.
Neil definitely had a thing for Tieria. There was the fucking-by-proxy earlier plus the fact that even in the midst of kissing Lyle, he kept sneaking glances at his crush. It was adorable, possibly amusing, now that Setsuna wasn't involved. Especially with the way the obvious arousal in his eyes sharpened into jealousy when Allelujah's fingers slid inside of Tieria and Tieria pushed back against the intrusion.
Allelujah: now there was an enigma. He'd have said, based on interactions before things started, that Allelujah and Lasse were a couple. Now he wasn't so sure; Al paid just as much attention to Neil and Tieria as he did to Lasse.
The expression on Allelujah's face when he twisted his fingers inside Tieria's ass was no different than the one he'd had while Lasse had blown Setsuna earlier. The sloppy kisses, as Allelujah seated himself on the coffee table and Lasse lay down between Tieria's thighs, seemed affectionate enough.
(He thought about Saji for some reason, but dismissed the thought. Not relevant.)
Lyle moaned and leaned back against his brother, sound cutting off as Neil pressed his lips against Lyle's. It was an awkward angle, but Lyle was already turning in Neil's arms, doing the same as he'd done earlier and making Neil earn any dominance.
Setsuna's thoughts wandered again and he wondered at the twins in this household and how it would feel to have sex with someone who looked just like you. His mind went to Saji again, but he firmly didn't think about it because Saji was his half-brother and not his identical twin and besides that Saji had no idea of their relation. Very different circumstances.
"... taste?" Lyle asked, voice low enough that Setsuna only caught the last word. Both Neil's and Lyle's gazes flickered over to Tieria, who was kneeling, leaning back against Allelujah as he alternated between fucking himself on Allelujah's fingers and testing the extent of Lasse's lack of a gag reflex.
Just as Setsuna was starting to tune the scene out again, a cock presented itself just above his line of sight. He didn't have to look up to know it was Halle. Hallelujah. The sadist. Done placing his camera, apparently.
"If you don't get it wet first you're getting fucked dry," Halle said, a nonchalant statement of fact rather than a warning or command. It was a refreshing change, and for some reason it sent a spike of arousal through Setsuna, just like Lyle holding him up or Tieria and Lyle sandwiching him in.
Scrambling to obey, movements made clumsy by unaccustomed arousal, Setsuna leaned up and licked from the base of Halle's shaft to the tip, then closed his lips around Halle's thick cock. So many big cocks in this place, too, it was just unnatural was what it was-- and that was the last thought that Setsuna managed with complete coherency.
Halle's fingers closed around the back of Setsuna's head and shoved his face down fast enough that Setsuna choked and gagged, only managing to not bite down because he was too well trained. Unafraid, Halle held him there like that for a few more seconds, long enough for Setsuna's stomach to twist unpleasantly and for his eyes to fill with tears.
At least there wouldn't be much mess if Setsuna did vomit; Ali had taken to denying Setsuna food as punishment for Setsuna's refusal to address Ali as 'daddy'.
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By the time he looked up at Halle again, Setsuna's throat and lungs burned and he was panting heavily. And his erection was all but gone; apparently nearly losing his nonexistent lunch wasn't conducive to arousal, he thought bitterly.
"Happy?" he asked, and knew the slap was coming and knew there was no way to avoid it. He took it quietly, turning his head with the motion to lessen the pain, and didn't argue when Halle sunk to his knees and lifted Setsuna's legs over his shoulders.
Halle talked, but Setsuna tuned him out, and Halle let the edge of the couch keep Setsuna's top half off the ground as he pushed inside. Setsuna reached back, letting his elbows rest on the seat of the couch, fingers gripping the edges of the cushions. He relaxed, letting Halle inside. It was pathetically easy when he was already slick with lube from the double penetration and further lubricated by a mixture of his own saliva and traces of stomach acid from the gagging.
To Setsuna, that last part sailed straight past indecent, bobbed along with the current on the worse side of crude, and tested its toes in the putrid water of gross. He hoped his distaste didn't show on his face, but was pretty sure it was already obvious. His body tensed from the point of contact outward until his neck stiffly kept him looking away, up at the ceiling instead of at Hallelujah penetrating him.
Hallelujah was probably still talking. Setsuna purposefully avoided comprehending. Easy enough to do when he already had Halle tuned out of his consciousness, but his ears still heard the words and the tone, and his cock began to fill with blood once more. There was no arousal in his mind. A hard cock was merely the physical reaction to Hallelujah's filthy voice.
A slap didn't make him pay attention, even when it was unexpected and he didn't move his head with the impact. It did shake him, just a little, to the point that he readjusted his gaze to focus on Halle's face and consciously heard Halle's words-- but only as white noise. Halle wasn't one to give up, though, and the sneer on his face said that he knew Setsuna was halfway to paying attention.
Halle followed up with a punch, this time from the other direction, and Setsuna finally tuned in: "...listening now, aren't you? Good boy." The hand that had punched moved down to hold his hip roughly enough that he really would end up being sent home bruised.
"Lasse promised to send you home damaged," Halle said, leaning over Setsuna. The words weren't an apology, not with the dark tone and the way Halle's expression said he was enjoying the hell out of this.
The rigidity with which Halle held his hips and the pace that he moved in were enough to alert Setsuna to the fact that Halle was about to come. That was all the warning he got before Halle pulled out and then came on his face.
He resisted the urge to say anything or try to wipe the semen off as Halle eased him back to the ground, mostly due to the fact that he hadn't quite been fucked stupid. But he was most of the way there, since none of the things he could think of to say weren't stupidly suicidal. Commenting on the amount of time Halle hadn't lasted wouldn't end well.
Setsuna closed his eyes and used the feeling of Hallelujah's lips and tongue cleaning his face to avoid thinking about how much he hurt. There'd been a lot more pinching and pressing and raking of fingernails than he'd paid attention to. Then Halle bit his cheek, ruining the distraction.
Oh well. At least Ali would be pleased, which might grant Setsuna certain privileges. Like eating, he thought, as his stomach turned over and over in protest of its recent misuse.
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