fic: On Keeping Secrets (Matsumura Hokuto/Sato Shori/Jesse Lewis) (nc-17) [2/3]

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The three boys stand in front of the principal's heavy office doors, staring at the shiny brass lock appraisingly. Surprisingly, the entire school was already quite deserted, and as Shori had expected, there were no signs of any teachers at all.

"We have about an hour and a half of privacy from now onwards," Shori tells Hokuto and Jesse seriously, "Though to be safe, we should be out of here within an hour."

Shori slips his hand into Hokuto's pocket and pulls out the bundle of keys, and after trying two unsuccessfully the third easily turns the lock. Feeling his heart pounding in his chest - what if they're caught? - Shori feels his hand almost shake as he pushes the handle down, opening the door soundlessly as it swings open upon his touch.

Grinning in a curious mixture of triumph and embarrassment, Shori steps into the office first, pockets the keys, then links hands with Hokuto at his right and Jesse at his left and leads them both into the forbidden territory.

"Aren't I a bad influence?" Shori asks beguilingly, quite evidently pleased with himself, "You're both now breaking the rules with me." The irony of this in consideration of his original intentions, utterly escapes Shori’s attention. Funny things, uniforms are.

The office is as nice as Shori remembers, all glossy leather upholstery and dark polished timber. He drops his bag on the ground, noting how the deep blue carpet is soft and thick underneath his shoes as he lightly walks over to the long leather chaise lounge on one end of the room, and seats himself down, reclining gracefully and crossing his long legs in a way that was unmistakably intended to be seductive, and feminine. Shori's eyes remain on Hokuto and Jesse as he shrugs his uniform blazer off his shoulders, draping it over the back of the sofa, deliberately waiting for their reaction to this strange role play the three of them have come to naturally adopt.

Hokuto closes the door behind him slowly, locking it with an ominously loud click, and takes in the grandeur of the room. There are glass doored bookshelves filled with uniform leather bound volumes lining most of the walls, and a few chairs, but the centrepiece of the room is clearly the large mahogany desk, and the huge leather armchair facing them behind it from in front of the window. He'd been here before of course, all of them had, and whilst the atmosphere was still intimidating, since it was just the three of them alone now it felt also thrilling,  and decidedly illicit.

Jesse drops his blazer next to Shori's, sits down beside him, and almost casually turns to kiss the younger boy, nibbling at Shori's pliant lips between his own and sliding his hand up Shori's thigh as he does so. They're both a little breathless as they part and turn to Hokuto, who is still by the doorway, watching them almost predatorily. Shori feels himself shiver, and shifts closer to Jesse until he's almost on Jesse's lap, leaning his head against the crook of Jesse's neck comfortably and smiles at Hokuto invitingly.

"It's a lot nicer than the gym locker room, we'll have to admit, right Hokku?" muses Jesse as he brings his free hand up to pet Shori's hair, keeping his other on Shori's thigh. Shori arches against Jesse's hand in his hair, looking smug.

Hokuto makes a noise of non-committal and walks across the room to lean against the desk, facing the sofa with his arms crossed.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but Shori," Hokuto draws out Shori's name meaningfully, slowly, tone heavy with mock sternness, "Don't you, even at all, feel a little sorry about what you've done?" Instead of feeling sorry, Shori feels himself pout a little.

Hokuto continues, voice low, "I know you have our best interests at heart, but the principle of the matter, is that borrowing without asking is stealing, and stealing has… consequences." Jesse's fingers are threading through Shori's hair still and Shori feels a little rush of panicked apprehension, but a flood of excitement immediately overwhelms it, sending waves of tingles through his spine. Heart pounding, Shori freezes for a moment, and tries to think quickly of something to follow.

"I'm aware of this." Shori replies demurely, folding his hands in his lap. His face is schooled into an appropriately contrite expression as he meets Hokuto's admonishing gaze.

"To be honest," Shori continues, extracting himself from Jesse's arms and lowering his eyes, "I feel a little guilty about some things that have happened today, so I believe that I deserve the full consequences of my conduct thus far."

He pulls Jesse along as he makes his way across to the other side of the desk from where Hokuto is, and holds Jesse's hand tightly as they face Hokuto. "Would you please punish me?" Shori asks, voice surprisingly steady, "It's weighing down on my conscience, and I trust you to do this properly, so… please." Eyes imploring, Shori lets go of Jesse's hand and bites his lip as he pushes his underwear down from underneath his skirt to pool at his feet and kicks them away, stepping out of borrowed dark brown loafers as he does so. It leaves the boy in just his white knee socks, short sleeved blouse, plaid skirt and matching ribbon tie. Coupled with his eyes so wide and his cheeks a fetching shade of pink, Shori looks defenceless and so utterly irresistible; Hokuto couldn't imagine himself possibly refusing such a polite request.

As Hokuto slowly makes his way to the other side of the desk, Shori, sticking his ass out suggestively, braces himself against it, dark eyes following Hokuto's every movement.

"How many, do you think?" Hokuto asks Jesse almost conversationally.

Jesse thinks for a moment, eyes fixed on Shori's ass, covered only by the plaid fabric. "I think… you should ask Shori." he suggests, idly trailing fingers up the back of Shori's thigh.

Shori shivers. "Ten," he says decisively to Hokuto, "since there are five keys and I took it for the two of you." He nudges his hips backwards at Hokuto, willing him to hurry up and feeling rather impatient.

Hokuto's hands are cool as they push the skirt up, out of the way for him to squeeze Shori's pert ass, the skin soft and smooth under Hokuto's roaming palms. It's almost soothing, Shori thinks - relaxing even, if he weren't so tightly wound with anticipation. The teasing contrast of Jesse's warmer fingers, gently tracing over Shori's tailbone and across his hip, burns trails on Shori's sensitive skin that has his cock beginning to harden.

In this position, bracing against the desk with his skirt flipped over his waist and unable to properly see what Hokuto and Jesse are doing behind him, Shori feels very exposed.

It's exciting.

The first stroke lands hard, and the sound rings hollow in the mostly silent office, punctuated only by Shori's tiny audible gasp of pain. That really stung. Ow. But beneath the immediate stinging, a flood of warmth was tingling just under his skin. Shori takes a careful breath out and tries to focus on both sensations.

"That's one." Shori manages to say shakily, voice huskier than usual.

Hokuto rubs his palm over the pale skin, where a pink handprint was already beginning to bloom. "It's pretty." he tells Shori, and Shori is about to reply but almost bites his tongue when the second stroke takes him by surprise.

Stroke three leaves Shori gripping the desk tightly, knuckles white, but otherwise silent as he clenches his teeth. It's hurting more, and the heat is growing. Hokuto seems to interpret this as a challenge however, and Shori involuntarily cries out when the fourth stroke lands a lot harder than he'd expected. Jesse has resumed drawing invisible patterns on the side of Shori's hip and on his thighs. In an effort to not squirm, Shori bites down on his own bottom lip, sucking down on it furiously.

Tears are welling up in Shori's eyes and his ass feels like it's on fire by the fifth stroke, but the benefit of this is that the sixth doesn't really hurt much more for Shori to notice. His knees are a little shaky and the prickling, smarting burn is spreading through his body in waves, sending heat through his spine to the top of his head all the way to the tips of his toes curled inside the white socks.

Shori can feel his pulse through his arms on the seventh and eighth strokes, his heartbeat pounding in his palms, tense against the hard edge of the desk. More distractingly though, Shori finds that the throbs of pain and heat are melding into a burning pressure resembling pleasure concentrated at the stiff erection tented in the front of his skirt. As if reading his mind, Jesse drags two fingers agonisingly slowly up the underside of Shori's cock. As the ninth stroke lands, every nerve in Shori's body is singeing; even his cheeks sting from the salt of the tears that had rolled down when he'd squeezed his eyes shut.

Just one more, Shori thinks desperately, trying to keep his elbows from buckling in the strain. The large office suddenly feels almost stuffy, and deafeningly silent when all Shori can hear is the ragged sound of his own panting and the dampened pounding of his heartbeat rushing through his ears. It seems to Shori that Hokuto is taking a fucking aeon to deliver the final stroke, so much so that he whines and twists to glare at Hokku over his shoulder.

Hokuto smirks, then steps back, gesturing to Shori's bright red ass in a 'feel free' sort of manner to Jesse. Shori's jaw drops in disbelief. If he could muster up a coherent thought, he should probably feel something other than arousal, but... too complicated, thinks Shori, somehow just barely remembering to close his mouth when Hokuto leers with far too much interest at Shori's parted swollen lips, wet and shiny with saliva.

Jesse uncurls his hand from where it had been fondling Shori's inner thigh and rubs the flat of his palm soothingly on the stinging skin of Shori's ass. Absurdly, Shori wants to wipe away the tears annoyingly converged at the bottom of his chin but he doesn't trust himself to stay upright on one arm.

"Last one, right?" Jesse asks, almost conversationally. "You've been ridiculously hot to watch today, I wish we could have filmed that."

"Mm-hhmmmf!" Shori moans in reply, register embarrassingly high pitched. Jesse had wrapped his other hand around Shori's cock and given a firm tug in time with delivery of the final incredibly satisfying smack to Shori's ass.

Keeping Shori's cock loosely fisted in his hand, Jesse manoeuvres himself between Shori and the desk, pressing a kiss to Shori's sweaty forehead, then dragging the tip of a warm tongue up Shori's cheeks, gently cleaning up the salty tear tracks. Shori sighs shakily, thrusting into Jesse's fist and pressing against Jesse's body.

Hokuto, having found the bottle of lube in Shori's schoolbag, resumes his position behind Shori, liberally dripping the shockingly cold liquid directly on Shori's crack. Shori muffles a moan against Jesse's cheek, entire body jerking slightly. Jesse cups Shori's chin with his free hand and kisses Shori deeply in response.

Hokuto's slicked fingers circle Shori's entrance slowly, almost tentatively, then leave to rub up and down along the crack easily before returning and gently dipping in. Shori's entire ass is still stinging, but this doesn't hurt at all and as he tangles his tongue with Jesse's, Shori feels himself relaxing and pushing back against Hokuto's slippery digits where a second slides in unobtrusively, cool and stretching almost comfortably next to the first. The pace is slow and assured, and achingly perfect when Hokuto crookes his long fingers in a come hither motion, stroking gently against that spot he was so adept at finding in Shori, who hums with pleasure as he sucks on Jesse's tongue.

A third finger is teasing around Shori's rim distractingly, circling and probing so deftly Shori only notices the stretch when it slides in fully, fitting tightly next to the others.

Shori whines when Jesse pulls away and Hokuto extracts his fingers completely in a curiously synchronised motion.

Jesse presses an open mouthed kiss to Shori's throat, undoing the top button of his blouse and loosening the ribbon tie slightly. He fiddles with the second button but then leaves it, leaning down to gently bite on Shori's nipple through the thin cotton of the blouse, then carefully holds onto Shori's hips and sinks to his knees. Shori finds himself bracing against the desk again as Jesse pushes the skirt up out of the way and wraps his plush lips around the tip of Shori's cock, already pooling with precum. Jesse doesn't bother with teasing, immediately sucking down hard, hollowing his cheeks and enveloping Shori's length, warm and wet. At the same time, Hokuto slides three fingers in, scissoring them experimentally then sharply twists his wrist. Shori gasps, choking on a moan at the sensory overload. Behind him, Hokuto had found his prostate again and was relentlessly rubbing circles on the spongy tissue. Shori finds himself struggling to breathe as the pressure builds at the pit of his belly, his hips twitching but firmly held in place by Jesse, who's moving his head up and down, his mouth stimulating Shori's shaft with slick heat.

"I'm gonna-- come-" Shori moans in warning as the head of his cock rubs against the soft membrane at the back of Jesse's throat. Jesse pulls back slightly then keeps sucking, skilfully coaxing Shori over the edge until Shori comes with a sharp cry, almost sobbing. Jesse swallows every last drop carefully, lapping Shori clean and letting go with a loud pop.

Before he even completely comes down from his high, Shori turns to Hokuto. "Take off your pants." he says breathlessly.

Even though he'd only just come, Shori feels so ready to have Hokuto stretching properly inside him, and was more than eager to return the favour for Jesse. Impatient, he helps tug Hokuto's pants off and pushes Hokuto down onto the principal's impressive high backed leather chair, nearly spilling lube on it in his haste to slick Hokuto's cock up.

Turning around, Shori positions himself in between Hokuto's parted knees, lines Hokku's cock up carefully, gripping the arm of the chair with his free hand for support and slowly sits down until he's filled to the hilt. He winces; it hurts more than usual, probably because his ass is beginning to actively sting again from being spanked but everything was so sensitive owww, let's not move yet. Hokuto seems to intuitively understand this and soothingly strokes Shori's arms, letting him take a moment.

Snapping his eyes open, Shori looks down at his outfit - other than the missing shoes and the loosened collar and tie he was still perfectly dressed, shirt tucked in and everything. Of course, his underwear is somewhere on the other side of the room but from this angle, he really looks so innocently put together; the realisation of the contrast of this with the truth makes Shori suddenly feel so dirty, feel so bad and that feels so utterly... thrilling? Past the immediate head rush of orgasm, rather than feeling sleepy or hazy like most people, Shori had the unique tendency of thinking with remarkable clarity and becoming hyperaware of everything, which at this moment included to a large extent their surroundings. Glancing around at the stately bookshelves and furniture of their principal's office, Shori smirks to himself despite being out of breath.

Jesse raises an eyebrow, leaning against the desk and almost casually palming his bulge, watching Shori adjust to the feeling of Hokuto's cock deep inside him. Shori doesn't really want to explain now, about the rush the austere atmosphere of the office brings to the entire situation; talking can come later.

Jesse probably understands him anyways, they just had a thing like that. He tugs on Jesse's tie and brings the taller boy down for a quick kiss, experimentally rolling his hips against Hokuto's cock and whimpers into Jesse's mouth in a confused combination of pain and fuzzy pleasure.

Jesse smoothes Shori's hair off his sweaty forehead and reassuringly slides his tongue against Shori's bottom lip. Shori feels himself relax and he tries it again, breaking off the kiss with Jesse to look over his shoulder at Hokuto with hooded eyes and nods slightly, moaning a soft 'oh' when Hokuto grips his hips and thrusts upwards. Shori clutches at Jesse's biceps and rocks back, working out some sort of rhythm, his entire body still buzzing from his previous high.

Jesse gazes down at Shori heatedly. From this angle he could very properly admire the view, again. Well it wasn't as if he'd gotten tired of it; it wasn't every day you could realise the school uniform, cross dressing, boyfriend, other boyfriend, and principal's office fantasy all at once, right? There was definite merit in stepping back to appreciate the entire picture.

The plaid skirt was riding up a little as Shori bounces in Hokuto's lap, baring his smooth slim thighs. Shori was already taller than most girls, and has such pretty long legs that Jesse finds himself absolutely mesmerised by the growing strip of exposed pale skin between the tops of Shori's soft white knee socks and the hem of his pleated skirt.

"Our girls' uniform really suits you." he murmurs, voice lower than usual, and reaches down slip his fingers underneath the hem of the thick material of Shori's skirt, marvelling at how silky Shori's smooth skin is compared to the rough fabric.

Shori forces out a smile, "I thought that you might like it." he manages to say almost sultrily, determinedly pushing out of his mind the sudden unwelcome flashes of memories of what had happened at lunch, and tugs at Jesse's belt, small hands deftly undoing the buckle and zip, and pushes Jesse's boxers and plaid uniform pants down his hips in one quick movement. Shori then leans forward and nips at Jesse's sharp hipbone, scraping his teeth on smooth milky skin and pressing a kiss to each of the tiny moles on Jesse's lower stomach.

He braces himself on the desk with one hand and wraps the other around Jesse's erection, lowering his head to drag his tongue up the shaft and over the head, lapping at the head a few more times and grinning when he feels Jesse's fingers tighten in his hair. "Don't be such a tease," Jesse groans, "I couldn't concentrate throughout any of my afternoon classes because of your skirt- ahhh Shori!" Shori only contentedly hums, cheeks hollowed and lips stretched prettily around Jesse's cock, as he sucks hard, bobbing his head and taking Jesse in deeper and deeper and forcing himself to relax when he feels the head bump against the back of his throat. Jesse's fingers tangling in his hair makes Shori feel so warm and he moans, knowing well Jesse will feel the vibrations through his cock.

At this new angle though, Shori finds that it's difficult to move against Hokuto's thrusts which were hitting so close but just missing his prostate and it is so frustrating Shori wants to cry. One of Hokuto's hands have moved from Shori's hips to slip underneath his skirt and was roughly jerking Shori to hardness again. Shori lets go of Jesse's cock from his mouth, lapping at the precum collecting in the slit, and continues to pump it in his hand as he leans back to lie against Hokuto's broad chest, pressing close to the feeling of the pounding of Hokuto's heartbeat. Hokuto is so warm, Shori can feel it through the short sleeved white cotton school shirt sticking to his back. Hokuto's breathing is ragged when Shori turns his head to mouth at Hokuto's jawline, rocking his hips slowly.

"This is tiring, right?" Shori says breathily into Hokuto's ear, flicking his wrist and grins when he hears Jesse yelp. Hokuto meets Shori's lips in an open mouthed kiss, tightening his grip around Shori's hips and thrusts up sharply in response, panting as he breaks the kiss, "Yeah, a little." he groans. Shori laughs a little shakily and Hokuto's breath hitches as he feels Shori's every little shudder around him.

"I have an idea, wait a moment." Shori says and gently pries Hokuto's hands away from his hips, guiding one of them to Jesse's cock as he eases himself off Hokuto's lap. His knees feel wobbly and the scratchy material of the skirt is chafing uncomfortably against his sensitive re-erect cock but he couldn't care less right now, Shori thinks, pushing a few decorative paperweights, the desk lamp, some documents and their principal's name plate to the far side of the heavy desk. If they were going to fuck in the principal's office, it'd be a waste to not utilise such a nice desk to its full potential, right?

Satisfied that there was enough clear space, Shori sits on the desk, and looks over at his boyfriends who were now making out against the book shelf, Hokuto still lazily stroking Jesse's length. Shori smiles when he sees that their fingers are interlaced. It's very intimate and cute, but there are other pressing matters at hand, not to mention the staff meeting had a small chance of ending early. Shori feels his erection twitch a little painfully at the thought of being discovered like this.

"Aww," Shori sighs with exaggerated disappointment, "I was going to bend over our principal's desk and beg Hokuto to continue fucking me… but you two look so comfortable, I feel bad interrupting." He swings his legs winsomely and smooths out his skirt, as best as he could anyways with it tenting ridiculously over his erection.

Jesse leans in and nibbles on Hokuto's bottom lip one last time.

"What a brat." he sighs to Hokuto with exaggerated annoyance, but nevertheless turns to face Shori, who grins at him teasingly, cheeks slightly pink. Hokuto looks thoughtful however, and walks over to Shori seated on the desk, trapping the smaller boy between the desk and his arms.

"Beg, did you say?" Hokuto asks with an almost wicked smile, baring both pointed canines. Shori stares, wanting to run his tongue over them, so he leans in, nodding eagerly. Hokuto kisses Shori roughly, running a hand underneath the skirt up Shori's thigh, then pulls away, teasingly rubbing circles on the sensitive skin of Shori's inner thigh, "What do you want?" Hokuto asks, voice low.

Shori is so hard he feels like sobbing. Instead of crying though, he stares heatedly at Hokuto, voice husky but each word clear when he says, "I want you to turn me over, flip my skirt up, fuck me hard and fast against this desk without worrying about hurting me because you know I like it and come so hard inside me you can't breathe."

He then turns to Jesse, who'd come up behind Hokuto to watch them from the large leather desk chair he'd ridden Hokuto in before and continues, "And I want you to fuck my mouth from the other side of the desk and talk to me, tell me how good it feels, how good I look between the two of you like this."

Feeling his cheeks flush, Shori bites his lip, softening his gaze and looking down, and quietly adds, "Please."

Hokuto and Jesse glance at each other, then Hokuto laughs shakily, lifting Shori's chin with two fingers and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. It's chaste but it feels so intimate, so sweet, Shori can't help but shiver. "Did we teach you to talk like that?" he asks, with a small grin.

Shori feels his cheeks burn hotter and scowls, purposely rubbing on Hokuto's erection pressing against his thigh. "Who else would I have learned it from? I’ve only ever slept with you. And him.“

He glances over at Jesse over Hokuto’s shoulder, then stares resolutely into Hokuto’s eyes, pouting and putting a whine into his voice, "Please fuck me now, I want to feel you deep inside me, you don't know how empty I've been feeling since we got out of that chair, I want you. Ho-kku~ please." Shori knows he sounds desperate but the strangled noise Hokuto makes in his throat as he pulls Shori to the edge of the desk and flips him over makes it all worthwhile; Shori almost smiles, pleased at his success even as the hard edge of the desk digs painfully into his pelvis.

"Has his voice always been like that?" remarks Jesse in wonder, as he makes his way out of the chair and walks up behind Hokuto to helpfully re-lube him with a few comforting strokes as Hokuto flips the skirt out of the way, spreading Shori's still flushed asscheeks and pushing three fingers in, making Shori cry out when he twists them roughly.

"I think you're a bad influence." Hokuto hisses as he pulls his fingers out and Jesse helps line him up, and groans as he pushes in easily. Shori moans loudly, voice high when he gasps, "Ahhh Hokku- right there!"

When Hokuto slams into him again so forcefully it causes various items on the desk to rattle a little, Shori almost sobs, muffling his cry by biting on his wrist. Jesse kisses Hokuto once more and leans in to whisper something Shori can't make out into his ear, then walks over to the other side of the table, to stroke Shori's hair, tangling his fingers in it soothingly.

"Are you okay?" he murmurs. Shori nods, peering up at Jesse through his fringe imploringly, parting his lips in invitation. Jesse continues petting Shori's hair as he holds his cock to Shori's mouth, sighing as Shori sucks him in eagerly. Jesse wait for Shori to relax a little and nods at Hokuto, the two of them pushing in together, to which Shori makes a choked cry, muffled around Jesse's cock.

Jesse moans. "Your mouth is so warm and wet Shori, it feels so amazing, and you look so pretty stretched out like this between us… ah, you know, we're so lucky to have you, you're so good to us." His voice is a little shaky, but his thrusts are firm, almost perfectly in sync with Hokuto's.

"Really.. so pretty. Ow." Jesse gasps, hissing as Shori accidentally scrapes him with his teeth. "No, don't, it's fine I'm fine, it feels good Shori, don't you feel good too?"

Shori whimpers, eyes watering at exactly how good he feels, how nicely it hurts, and concentrates on trying to breathe when he's so full, so complete, that it's as if he could fall apart. The sensations of Hokuto slamming in roughly behind him contrast so starkly against the tender way Jesse cups his jaw, thumb caressing Shori's cheekbone - almost lovingly, could he perhaps dare to believe? - that Shori feels absolutely overwhelmed. Shori lifts his hips slightly to meet Hokuto's thrusts and rubs his tongue over, around Jesse's cock, sucking wantonly, hoping to convey how much he likes this, likes that he can make them feel good, likes that the two of them are so willing to play along with his games, likes the two of them so much really; hoping to communicate that he loves them even. The sheer magnitude of his emotions lately has been something that's really difficult for Shori to express, when he feels so ridiculously content just simply to have Hokuto and Jesse by his side that it's as if nothing else matters anymore.

Shori finds it hard to have anything on his mind though, when suddenly Hokuto leans forward to kiss Jesse's mouth, changing the angle and Jesse adopts a counter-rhythm, pushing in when Hokuto pulls back. The new angle has Hokuto pounding against Shori's prostate directly and Shori wails, keening with pleasure around Jesse's cock. He's so close, just a few tugs would be enough to bring him over the edge but he.. can't... reach.. stupid fucking desk! Hokuto's close as well though, Shori realises; his thrusts are getting more erratic.

One of Hokuto's hands lands on Shori's back, pressing down and Shori finds himself really struggling to breathe but he can't actually move with Jesse in his mouth like so and as Shori's starting to feel faint suddenly Hokuto lets go, gripping Shori's waist and snapping his hips jerkily a few final times with a quiet groan. Shori gasps, at first choking on Jesse, who pulls out with concern, then feeling air rush into his lungs and a flood of warmth and wet inside him. Hokuto, seeing flashes of gold behind his eyelids as his arms collapse, drops his forehead to rest between Shori's shoulder blades, taking a moment to just breathe and come down from the high.

Shori lets him stay there, savouring the moment but after a while whines in protest, squirming gingerly.

"I'm not done, Hokku, get off, heavy." Shori's voice is slightly hoarse and ow his throat hurts and so do his hipbones chafed against the edge of the desk and he'll probably discover bruises on his ass later from Hokku's bony pelvis but, more importantly his dick hurts and Jesse's not done either. Speaking of which, Shori blinks, where did Jesse go?

Hokuto, having recovered from his bone shaking orgasm slips out of Shori easily, and Shori grimaces slightly at the feeling of cum messily leaking out of his hole.

"Can you move?" Jesse's voice asks, from behind Shori.

Shori is confused but musters up the energy to turn onto his side, worn out but still aroused.

"Not done right?" Jesse asks. "Me neither. You look like more of a mess though."

Shori smiles tiredly and flips around to lie on his back properly, wincing in pain, "Ow." he complains with a pout.

Jesse leans down to kiss Shori's pout away, "Are you up to finish what you started?" he whispers when they break apart. Shori wraps his legs around Jesse's hips in response, eyes dark and smile hungry. "It's fine, I'm fine. Go ahead. Hurry up." he urges Jesse breathily.

Pulling Shori carefully to the edge of the desk, Jesse tucks Shori's legs over his shoulders, lining himself up and  pushing into Shori's slippery warmth in a steady thrust, quickly working up a fast rhythm. He bends down to kiss Shori heatedly, elbows propped either side of Shori's head, effectively folding the smaller boy double, trapping him between the desk and Jesse's chest.

Pressed so closely and feeling Jesse so deep inside him, Shori feels safe, and happy, feels himself to be beautiful, and warm, feels fulfilled, and perhaps to put it most simply (if he's being completely honest with himself) in love, to such an intensity that it takes his breath away. These scarily profound emotions, welling up with buildup of sexual pleasure at the core of his body is overwhelmingly, all-consumingly perfect.

"I..." Shori tries to say, but somehow the words don't formulate. Somehow inexplicably feeling utterly devastated, Shori feels tears welling up in his eyes and he squeezes them shut, focusing on the thundery rush in his ears.

"Shhhh," he hears Jesse whisper and slowly opens his eyes to stare up at Jesse who's looking down at him with a smile so stunningly gorgeous, Shori finds himself absolutely enraptured.

"Me too." Jesse says softly, leaning down to press his pillowy lips to Shori's in an almost chaste kiss then draws back, speeding up his thrusts and reaching between them to wrap a hand around Shori's cock. He tugs a few times with his thumb positioned just so, rubbing over the slit in a way that feels so good Shori didn't even know it was possible.

Waves of pleasure course through Shori's body from the top of his scalp to the end of his curled toes as he's pushed over the edge a second time. He cries out, heart full and body trembling all over, spilling into Jesse's hand and clenching hard around Jesse's cock as his vision floods blindingly white.

Jesse fucks him though it, thrusting hard and desperately as Shori convulses tightly around him and suddenly pulls out, strokes himself twice and comes all over Shori's white blouse with a shuddering "Ohhhh!" that rings through the quiet office.

For a moment everything is quiet except for the sound of heavy breathing, then Jesse groans, straightening up properly and unhooks Shori's ankles from around his neck. Hokuto passes him a travel packet of baby wipes. Jesse moves to clean Shori up but Hokuto pulls him away. "Hang on a moment." he says, and swipes the key on his phone from 'ビデオ' to '写真'.

Shori feels his heart pounding though his body, gradually slowing as he pants and revealing a dull aching all over. He flexes an ankle experimentally without opening his eyes and winces when his thigh twinges. At the telltale shutter sound of a camera though, Shori starts on reflex, instantly regretting it ... or perhaps not? when his ass twitches though an aftershock of his previous orgasm.

"Still going?" Hokuto asks, eyes fixed on Shori almost bemused. "Our teamwork is good." he says simply, conclusively, slipping his phone into his pocket and pats Jesse on the shoulder with approval.

Shori moans weakly, and forces himself to sit up before he can properly start being sore again. He looks a mess he knows, the skirt is bunched up messily around his waist and has streaks of his cum on it, there's lube and Hokku's cum on his thigh and now ew, dripping out of him now that he's sitting up and Jesse ruined the blouse. Shori absently wipes his fingers across his mouth and stares at the cum that he just smeared across his chin, then tilts his head, staring at Jesse, eyes wide and licks his fingers. Jesse darts a tongue out to wet his own lips automatically.

Keeping his gaze on Jesse, Shori unfastens the miraculously spotless ribbon tie and drops it on the floor. His eyes flicker to the buttons on his blouse, then slowly back to Jesse expectantly and the taller boy sighs, stepping forward and undoing the rest of the buttons for him, untucking the soiled blouse from the waistband of the skirt and slipping it off Shori's slim shoulders as if Shori were a precious doll, or treasured mannequin. Hokuto reaches in and smoothly undoes the snap on Shori's skirt, dragging the zipper down with a single hand in a practised fluid motion. Shori hops off the desk and steps out of it, then sits back down to kick his socks off. Perched languidly on the edge of the desk, lithe and completely naked, Shori looks notably cleaner but no less thoroughly fucked.

"Pretty, right Hokku?" Jesse sighs proudly, looking over their handiwork.

"Ours." Hokuto replies simply, glancing at Shori, then to his phone, where he’s discreetly snapped another picture.

"We only took half an hour, so we're good for time." he announces brightly.

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onto part 3 (omg lj why)