[ He's late tonight. He was supposed to be home by eight in the evening, but there'd been a particularly irate customer who barged into the cafe right before closing. Minato's too exhausted to recall what exactly she was so fussed about. Something about the effectiveness of Chagall's Pheromone Coffee, he thinks -- it doesn't matter anymore, so he'd quickly disposed of any memories of that debacle.
He would have come home sooner if he didn't stop by someplace to pick up food. Akira's probably hungry though. He can't just let him starve.
Minato returns home with a plastic bag clutched in a hand. There are several Chinese takeout containers stacked within it, white cardboard boxes with their titular metal handles. He unlocks the door to his apartment and nudges it open with a shoulder. ]
I'm home.
[ He slips his shoes off and stumbles wearily into the kitchen, setting the food on the table. He should probably eat as well, but he can't be bothered with taking a bite while he's this exhausted. ]
Sorry I'm late. I brought some dinner for you if you haven't eaten yet...
[ With that, he sets to dropping his bag on an unoccupied chair while shedding his coat, sighing as he tugs the fridge open in search of something cold to drink. ]
[ minato's late, which isn't something that happens very often. but thankfully, akira has perfected the art of keeping himself entertained, namely in the form of managing an onlyfans account. you can do so much with opposable thumbs, and people seem to go a little crazy over the cat ears and tail, so why shouldn't he take advantage of it? with minato gone for most of the day, it's the perfect opportunity to upload pictures.
he'd just finished posting a new set as minato comes in, his ears flicking briefly towards the door. it's too late for him to change out now, but it's fine; maybe minato might like his outfit: a lacy, see-through babydoll top and matching ruffled boyshorts with a little heart cutout for his tail to fit through. with minato turned towards the fridge, akira slinks up behind him to reach for the carton of cream, pressing up against his back. ]
[ Minato's fingers curl around a can of Moonkist, and the only thing stopping him from standing up straight to close the fridge door is -- oh. That's Akira hovering over him, pressed against his back while reaching for the carton of cream above his head. ]
You need to make more noise when you're walking around...
[ The cat is going to give him a heart attack one of these days.
He glances over his shoulder and up at Akira, blinking as he takes in his "pet's" outfit (in truth, Akira feels more like a roommate than his cat these days). ]
Oh. You didn't get the chance to change?
[ By now, Minato's well aware of Akira's job, and that's why the outfit seems to have little to no effect on him. He dons an apron at work. Akira puts on lacy, see-through babydoll tops and ruffles boyshorts. Same difference. ]
[ he presses his face briefly to minato's nape in much the same way a cat would bump their foreheads against a hand or leg, breathing in his scent. minato smells like coffee with a hint of sweetness, perhaps from the pastries the cafe provides. ]
You could put a bell on me, [ he says, amused, before pulling away to give minato room. he drinks the cream straight from the carton, licking his lips afterwards. ] Like the ones attached to ribbons.
[ as a former stray, the idea of wearing a collar of any kind doesn't sit well with him, but he'd make an exception for minato. he's still living at his place, after all, despite the time that has passed, and he doesn't think he'll be leaving anytime soon. minato also has yet to turn him away, so akira doesn't see a reason to change anything. ]
Not yet, I just finished. [ he lounges against the counter next to minato, placing his arms on the surface and resting his chin on them as his tail sways lazily behind him. ] Do you like it?
[ From start to finish, Minato's been mentally checked out of all conversations with the alpha seated across from him, both hands wrapped around his coffee cup to avoid giving the man an opening to reach for one of them. It's not that he dislikes Akechi Goro. The man makes for pleasant conversation each time they've met up.
He knows, however, that it's a mere veneer for the underlying purpose to their dates. Today is their fifth and final one. His aunt insisted on topping it off with something grander and more extravagant, but Minato's always found those types of dates unnecessarily exhausting. The get-togethers aren't what mattered.
The only thing that mattered is what came after them, whether or not its end results were successful.
Minato takes one last sip of his latte before lowering it to the table. Instead of looking Akechi in the eye, he keeps his gaze fixed at the last drops of coffee in his cup. ]
You're the eleventh alpha I've met. What makes you so different from the other ten?
[ akechi is joining into the pleasantries as well as he can, which- is honestly pretty good. he smiles and laughs, makes the right kinds of comments, nods... all the things needed to be seen as an acceptable alpha for this meeting.
so when minato asks that...
he laughs again, politely, hand over his mouth. ]
My. You're certainly beating right to the chase, aren't you? [ he asks with a polite voice like a bell, eyes crinkling in all the right ways. ]
[ The polite laugh draws utter disinterest from Minato, his gaze remaining fixated on the thin layer of dark coffee left in his cup instead of meeting Akechi's eyes. ]
It's pointless to carry on if we're ultimately incompatible.
[ Cutting right to the chase is simply the pragmatic approach. His aunt still has a long list of potential suitors she intended on introducing to him. The sooner Minato can set Akechi aside if necessary, the better. ]
The only thing that matters is this.
[ He lifts a hand to his neck where a deep blue band wraps around it, index finger tapping against his scent gland. ]
[ It's true. What's a teen to do when the person heckling them is a mega successful owner of a home shopping show, with plenty connections to the seedy business world to keep victims quiet? Even if Minato doesn't truly think he'll follow up on his threats, the fact that they exist at all must be troubling to onlookers. ]
I'm sure he has his reasons.
[ ... ]
I think most ordinary people behave that way when something else is bothering them.
[It's kind of cold and miserable out. Has been since they got back from the ski trip. It's no surprise then, that Kazuya comes down with a cold. Normally it wouldn't be so bad, if it weren't for the fact that he's forced to go through it alone and away from home this year.
It's not for any obscene reason he calls up a maid service. He's sure his parents know that he's responsible. They wouldn't second guess the funds being spent on his card for something like this, though they might still make an occasional amused jab at him. Atsuro would definitely make amused and lecherous jabs at him if he knew, but he doesn't have to.
All he wants is for someone to do a quick tidy up, and to make dinner for the day as he tries to recoup his miserable strength reserves.
So when he answers the door for his apartment, and it's a familiar face staring back at him, in an outfit he knows, but isn't familiar, Kazuya blinks.]
... I think I must be really sick.
[There's no way his friend is wearing a maid outfit in front if him.]
[ He's never actually been to Kazuya's place before. Staying out to sleepover someplace other than the dorm was forbidden, and Paulownia Mall or the strip mall was the usual go-to for the two of them.
Therefore, Minato has little to no clue that he's about to knock on his friend's door. He'd simply been given an address and a brief task description. It's just a request to tidy up a bit and cook a simple soup. Even Minato was capable of that much. ]
...oh.
[ He glances down at the piece of paper with an address scribbled on it and -- yes, it seems this is the correct place.
Well, a job's a job, so Minato stands a little straighter, picking up the tote bag of cleaning supplies off the floor and slinging its handle over one shoulder. ]
It's okay. I'll take good care of you.
[ And if he's committing to the bit... ]
Just sit back and relax, Master. I'll handle everything.
Humanity must claw its way in the direction of any potential means of salvation. Thus, the world's fate comes to rest squarely on the shoulders of a boy who resembled the King of Bel as he walked the earth.
He kneels before the altar clad only in orange robes, hands folded in prayer and head bowed. A deep crimson cloth is draped over it, golden runes embroidered into fabric.
A man dressed in similar robes stands at his side, resting a hand upon his shoulder. "Your role in our future victory will be recorded in history. All that you have done was for this very moment, and you have done well to keep yourself pure for our King."
The boy does not respond and continues to pray, but the man knows that he has heard his words. Satisfied, he retrieves his hand and takes his leave. After all, the ritual must be completed without any distractions.
The golden runes embroidered on the cloth begin to glow, a shadow falling over the clandestine room. The air hums with energy gathering at the center of the altar, until enough of it coalesces into a single figure. ]
[He doesn't know why he's been called upon now, nor does he particularly care. An excuse to stretch his legs around the human realm again after being cooped up and stuck within the demon realm is all he needs to take the bait that's been laid so cleverly for him by the descendent of followers he'd once upon a time called friends; if those descendent even existed to begin with, after all this time.
He'll find out soon enough.
Either way, the visage before him seems mild and meek, hands clasped together in prayer. Prayer enough that it offers a taste of what he could have, though it isn't enough. Too long has he spent in the demon realm, and too alluring is the lamb offered to him. He'll find out why he's been called upon, yes, but before that, he intends to find out just who this lamb is before he satiates himself.
Glowing crimson eyes lock on, and his hand moves to cover the humans, fingers entwining with the crimson and gold laden cloth in a tight fist.]
I take it the Shomonkai didn't decide to call me over for a friendly chat, now did they? [A pause, and then a soft, humourless laugh.] Do you still call yourselves that? Still wearing orange, I see.
[ Something warm drapes over his folded hands, compelling Minato to open his eyes. He lifts his face to meet the King of Bel's gaze, the scarlet cloth fluttering from his shoulders as the demon king takes it into his fist. Beneath it are the very same orange robes referenced by their hopeful savior. ]
You answered the Shomonkai's call, yes.
[ "The Shomonkai," he says, when the rest of the group could do nothing but await the outcome of the ritual. It was Minato's prayers and heart alone that had called out to their King. ]
...in three days, Nyx will cover the world in eternal night.
[ And technically it was humanity's fault too, for it was their desire for more power that brought about Nyx's ultimate descent. ]
If you choose to save us, I will supply you with the necessary resources for your battle.
[ Minato's fingers grasp harder at the bars of the dormitory bed's frame, its surface digging even further into his skin. He bites his lip, stifling a moan as Yu takes more of his throbbing cock into the velvet heat of his mouth. ]
Yu, hurry up,
[ The screen of his smartwatch flickers to life, several meters appearing on its face. Yet again, it begins measuring his biometrics, tracking whether these two "students" of the school were properly completing their assignment.
Minato sits on his knees dressed in nothing but his white uniform shirt, straddling Yu's face as he leans forward while using the bedframe to support most of his weight. His thighs tremble as he holds himself steady, breaths shallow as the wild card beneath him runs a soft tongue along the underside of his cock. It makes him weak-kneed, but even now he's reluctant to lower his weight onto Yu's face.
But there's another reason why he trembles over Yu, namely, there's the pressure of their assigned vibrator nestled within his own body. The bullet-shaped object was handed off to the two of them by their "teacher," a humanoid Shadow who declared that the bizarre school was its domain. ]
Are you -- you're not turning it on?
[ His voice is strained with a hint of frustration for how long this seems to be taking. Had he known Yu would take his sweet time in finally thumbing the toy's remote control to turn it on, he wouldn't have offered to wear it for them in the first place.
There's a high flush in Minato's cheeks as he glances at Yu's hand clutching the vibrator's remote control. ]
[ to their credit, they did manage to study for the full hour and a half this time. not that they really need it, honestly, but he thinks they're going to have to start dropping the guise of "study sessions" if this is going to be a recurring thing. which he's positive that it will be, based on the previous session and now.
he's always left his glasses on until the last minute. they've never tried to take it off for him even when he's pressed between the two of them, alternating between kissing haru and minato until the taste of them mingle together on his tongue; until he can only tell them apart by the way the textures of their mouths feel against his. he finds that he's grateful for it, a quiet sort of realization that hits him after the fact—they are ridiculously good at reading him and at understanding the things he doesn't say, and for someone who makes it a point to wear a mask, it should be frightening to be known to such a degree. and it would if it wasn't also a relief to put it down for a while. to not have to wear it at all.
but they give him this. akira slips his glasses off and places them on the nightstand next to haru's massive bed with sheets of an equally massive thread count, easing back down into the cradle of soft and warm skin. the view is—well, there's nothing quite like it: haru is pressed up against minato's back, her luscious curls brushing against the curve of his cheekbone as they kiss over his shoulder; her fingers are obscured where they brush against the cleft of his backside, but given the taut tension of minato's body, akira can see the moment she eases one slick finger into him. he thought looking away would let him remember how to breathe properly, but he's forgotten how to all over again.
haru's voice is so soft and gentle as she murmurs encouragement that he nearly misses it beneath minato's sharp gasp, his chest heaving as he goes rigid and then relaxes again. akira wonders how many fingers she's got in him now, if that reaction was her finding his prostate; if minato would come just from this. his slate-blue eyes are wide and glassy, pupils blown out with arousal; a similar look mirrored on haru. they're so beautiful, it's almost too much. a part of him thinks he could just watch them and be thankful for it.
but there's more he could do. akira reaches out, one hand settling on haru's inner thigh and the other curving over minato's hip to support him, and leans in to press his mouth against minato's chest. ]
You're okay. [ his lips find one flushed nipple, flicking it briefly with his tongue. ] You're doing so well. Just a little more.
[ It's the lingering taste of coffee and wafers on her lips and tongue for Haru—how it reminds her of the first time they all fell into the bed like this together. There's a more solid sense of assurance this time as they help each other out of their clothing, less apprehension on her end as they unravel into the sheets altogether, hands caressing Minato's soft skin and feeling the slight calloused nature of Akira's against hers. The boys are too darn good at stoking a hot, desperate desire between her thighs, but this time she's able to hold her composure a little better than the last time they both filled her, coaxing her with sweet whispers.
This time, she returns the favour for Minato as her fingers stretch into him, the resistance not fully unfamiliar a second time around, but patient and gentle as she feels every twitch and throb of him that tightens around her on occasion. ]
Deep breath with me.
[ Her lips trail Minato's pale flesh, from shoulder up to the back of his neck, peppering it with soft kisses. She's careful to lean toward his ear, another delicate kiss against his lobe, her voice soft and reassuring: ] Like this.
[ She inhales slowly with him, careful to slip another digit in with the help of the lube she's been using quite freely. It isn't met with too much friction as they exhale together, her breasts pressed against his back, heartbeat thrumming against her flesh and his.
She watches Akira tease Minato with his tongue and she can't help a mischievous giggle, a large grin split across her own flushed face. If Akira can watch these two, she could do the same—maybe that's why she had opted to watch Akira and Minato first, to satiate her own hungry, lustful curiosity at what it's like to be a quiet observer.
Her other hand reaches for those strands of blue hair, gently brushing it aside so the boys can see better into one another. ]
[ It's not quite the second time that he's helped another out of their clothing, nor is it even the third time. But the gentle touch caressing over his skin as another soul carefully cradled him within the palm of their hand -- it's a novel experience, one that has Minato's heart leaping in his chest, skin pebbling with goosebumps as he feels Haru's delicate finger sinking into him. His breath catches within his throat, unintentionally tightening around it with that gasp.
His body feels alight like a live nerve, a molten heat already beginning to stir within his stomach. The sight of Akira's gaze fixed on him, on both himself and Haru, sends lightning lancing down his spine as well. Nothing is concealed from their current audience; that flush dusting his cheeks must be solely attributed to the show they're putting on for him.
And then comes the second finger, immediately commanding Minato's attention from memorizing the shade beginning to bloom on Akira's skin to the barely-there brush of Haru's luxurious curls stroking at his shoulder. Minato swallows, nodding as his arousal-addled mind processes each of her words, a shaky breath filling his lungs with oxygen. They breathe as one, his back expanding and pressing against her soft breasts, the curve of her sternum draping over the ridges of his spine.
Slowly, the next finger begins to ease into him, this one sinking in with less resistance thanks to Haru's gentle encouragement. And yet, he finds himself unprepared for the sensation of two fingers pressing back against his inner walls, his thighs trembling where he kneels on Haru's sheets. But there's a steady hand at the ready to catch him, supporting his hip to help keep him upright for Haru. And while a word of gratitude makes it onto his tongue, it immediately evaporates at the sound of Akira's honeyed words accompanied by a soft tongue laving at a nipple.
Another shudder cascades down his body, spasming around Haru's fingers as his own cock throbs. His mind is sundered, torn among Haru's warm and comforting body draped over his back, the slender fingers stroking at his insides, the double assault of honeyed encouragement from both of his lovers' lips. To think that this was only the beginning -- it would be unfathomable to Minato, had he not been experiencing it all firsthand.
He's torn once again from the whirlwind of heat coursing through his veins, his damp bangs suddenly brushed out of his face to meet Akira's eyes. Of course this would be Haru's idea, he thinks, for even from his very first meeting with her it was evident she had a hidden mischievous streak, one that seemed to surface most often when she was around the two of them.
Minato exhales, the corners of his mouth curving in a half-amused smile. ]
...it's not fair if I'm the only one hiding, is it?
[ After all, Akira's already set his glasses aside. Perhaps Haru is in truth the boldest among the three of them, the only one without anything to obscure her face from those around them. ]
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Hamuto?
[ That's... kinda cute? ]
Definitely better than "good hamster".
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So now your codename is Hamuto.
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That's right, you use those in the Metaverse...
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[ He...thinks. It feels like one of those things to be better safe than sorry about. ]
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@rehabilitations; what if Akira had cat ears and a tail
He would have come home sooner if he didn't stop by someplace to pick up food. Akira's probably hungry though. He can't just let him starve.
Minato returns home with a plastic bag clutched in a hand. There are several Chinese takeout containers stacked within it, white cardboard boxes with their titular metal handles. He unlocks the door to his apartment and nudges it open with a shoulder. ]
I'm home.
[ He slips his shoes off and stumbles wearily into the kitchen, setting the food on the table. He should probably eat as well, but he can't be bothered with taking a bite while he's this exhausted. ]
Sorry I'm late. I brought some dinner for you if you haven't eaten yet...
[ With that, he sets to dropping his bag on an unoccupied chair while shedding his coat, sighing as he tugs the fridge open in search of something cold to drink. ]
remember u asked for this
he'd just finished posting a new set as minato comes in, his ears flicking briefly towards the door. it's too late for him to change out now, but it's fine; maybe minato might like his outfit: a lacy, see-through babydoll top and matching ruffled boyshorts with a little heart cutout for his tail to fit through. with minato turned towards the fridge, akira slinks up behind him to reach for the carton of cream, pressing up against his back. ]
Welcome home.
"follow ur dreams" I said and thus here we are...
You need to make more noise when you're walking around...
[ The cat is going to give him a heart attack one of these days.
He glances over his shoulder and up at Akira, blinking as he takes in his "pet's" outfit (in truth, Akira feels more like a roommate than his cat these days). ]
Oh. You didn't get the chance to change?
[ By now, Minato's well aware of Akira's job, and that's why the outfit seems to have little to no effect on him. He dons an apron at work. Akira puts on lacy, see-through babydoll tops and ruffles boyshorts. Same difference. ]
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You could put a bell on me, [ he says, amused, before pulling away to give minato room. he drinks the cream straight from the carton, licking his lips afterwards. ] Like the ones attached to ribbons.
[ as a former stray, the idea of wearing a collar of any kind doesn't sit well with him, but he'd make an exception for minato. he's still living at his place, after all, despite the time that has passed, and he doesn't think he'll be leaving anytime soon. minato also has yet to turn him away, so akira doesn't see a reason to change anything. ]
Not yet, I just finished. [ he lounges against the counter next to minato, placing his arms on the surface and resting his chin on them as his tail sways lazily behind him. ] Do you like it?
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He knows, however, that it's a mere veneer for the underlying purpose to their dates. Today is their fifth and final one. His aunt insisted on topping it off with something grander and more extravagant, but Minato's always found those types of dates unnecessarily exhausting. The get-togethers aren't what mattered.
The only thing that mattered is what came after them, whether or not its end results were successful.
Minato takes one last sip of his latte before lowering it to the table. Instead of looking Akechi in the eye, he keeps his gaze fixed at the last drops of coffee in his cup. ]
You're the eleventh alpha I've met. What makes you so different from the other ten?
HEHEHE
so when minato asks that...
he laughs again, politely, hand over his mouth. ]
My. You're certainly beating right to the chase, aren't you? [ he asks with a polite voice like a bell, eyes crinkling in all the right ways. ]
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It's pointless to carry on if we're ultimately incompatible.
[ Cutting right to the chase is simply the pragmatic approach. His aunt still has a long list of potential suitors she intended on introducing to him. The sooner Minato can set Akechi aside if necessary, the better. ]
The only thing that matters is this.
[ He lifts a hand to his neck where a deep blue band wraps around it, index finger tapping against his scent gland. ]
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[ It's true. What's a teen to do when the person heckling them is a mega successful owner of a home shopping show, with plenty connections to the seedy business world to keep victims quiet? Even if Minato doesn't truly think he'll follow up on his threats, the fact that they exist at all must be troubling to onlookers. ]
I'm sure he has his reasons.
[ ... ]
I think most ordinary people behave that way when something else is bothering them.
@survivaltricks it's POCKY DAY
IT'S POCKY DAY!!
[don't mind Akira as he leans in to peer at the box curiously]
Hn? What flavor?
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With his mouth still full with the piece of pocky, Minato holds the box out to Akira. ]
Classic.
[ No adventurous eating today... ]
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part-time worker maidnato
puts him IN MY MOUTH
It's not for any obscene reason he calls up a maid service. He's sure his parents know that he's responsible. They wouldn't second guess the funds being spent on his card for something like this, though they might still make an occasional amused jab at him. Atsuro would definitely make amused and lecherous jabs at him if he knew, but he doesn't have to.
All he wants is for someone to do a quick tidy up, and to make dinner for the day as he tries to recoup his miserable strength reserves.
So when he answers the door for his apartment, and it's a familiar face staring back at him, in an outfit he knows, but isn't familiar, Kazuya blinks.]
... I think I must be really sick.
[There's no way his friend is wearing a maid outfit in front if him.]
blinks and 12 days went by
Therefore, Minato has little to no clue that he's about to knock on his friend's door. He'd simply been given an address and a brief task description. It's just a request to tidy up a bit and cook a simple soup. Even Minato was capable of that much. ]
...oh.
[ He glances down at the piece of paper with an address scribbled on it and -- yes, it seems this is the correct place.
Well, a job's a job, so Minato stands a little straighter, picking up the tote bag of cleaning supplies off the floor and slinging its handle over one shoulder. ]
It's okay. I'll take good care of you.
[ And if he's committing to the bit... ]
Just sit back and relax, Master. I'll handle everything.
waiting like hachiko...
kink generator giveth
Humanity must claw its way in the direction of any potential means of salvation. Thus, the world's fate comes to rest squarely on the shoulders of a boy who resembled the King of Bel as he walked the earth.
He kneels before the altar clad only in orange robes, hands folded in prayer and head bowed. A deep crimson cloth is draped over it, golden runes embroidered into fabric.
A man dressed in similar robes stands at his side, resting a hand upon his shoulder. "Your role in our future victory will be recorded in history. All that you have done was for this very moment, and you have done well to keep yourself pure for our King."
The boy does not respond and continues to pray, but the man knows that he has heard his words. Satisfied, he retrieves his hand and takes his leave. After all, the ritual must be completed without any distractions.
The golden runes embroidered on the cloth begin to glow, a shadow falling over the clandestine room. The air hums with energy gathering at the center of the altar, until enough of it coalesces into a single figure. ]
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He'll find out soon enough.
Either way, the visage before him seems mild and meek, hands clasped together in prayer. Prayer enough that it offers a taste of what he could have, though it isn't enough. Too long has he spent in the demon realm, and too alluring is the lamb offered to him. He'll find out why he's been called upon, yes, but before that, he intends to find out just who this lamb is before he satiates himself.
Glowing crimson eyes lock on, and his hand moves to cover the humans, fingers entwining with the crimson and gold laden cloth in a tight fist.]
I take it the Shomonkai didn't decide to call me over for a friendly chat, now did they? [A pause, and then a soft, humourless laugh.] Do you still call yourselves that? Still wearing orange, I see.
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You answered the Shomonkai's call, yes.
[ "The Shomonkai," he says, when the rest of the group could do nothing but await the outcome of the ritual. It was Minato's prayers and heart alone that had called out to their King. ]
...in three days, Nyx will cover the world in eternal night.
[ And technically it was humanity's fault too, for it was their desire for more power that brought about Nyx's ultimate descent. ]
If you choose to save us, I will supply you with the necessary resources for your battle.
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@izanagis, shadow of the gayass labyrinth
Yu, hurry up,
[ The screen of his smartwatch flickers to life, several meters appearing on its face. Yet again, it begins measuring his biometrics, tracking whether these two "students" of the school were properly completing their assignment.
Minato sits on his knees dressed in nothing but his white uniform shirt, straddling Yu's face as he leans forward while using the bedframe to support most of his weight. His thighs tremble as he holds himself steady, breaths shallow as the wild card beneath him runs a soft tongue along the underside of his cock. It makes him weak-kneed, but even now he's reluctant to lower his weight onto Yu's face.
But there's another reason why he trembles over Yu, namely, there's the pressure of their assigned vibrator nestled within his own body. The bullet-shaped object was handed off to the two of them by their "teacher," a humanoid Shadow who declared that the bizarre school was its domain. ]
Are you -- you're not turning it on?
[ His voice is strained with a hint of frustration for how long this seems to be taking. Had he known Yu would take his sweet time in finally thumbing the toy's remote control to turn it on, he wouldn't have offered to wear it for them in the first place.
There's a high flush in Minato's cheeks as he glances at Yu's hand clutching the vibrator's remote control. ]
We're going to fail, and -- it'll be your fault.
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he's always left his glasses on until the last minute. they've never tried to take it off for him even when he's pressed between the two of them, alternating between kissing haru and minato until the taste of them mingle together on his tongue; until he can only tell them apart by the way the textures of their mouths feel against his. he finds that he's grateful for it, a quiet sort of realization that hits him after the fact—they are ridiculously good at reading him and at understanding the things he doesn't say, and for someone who makes it a point to wear a mask, it should be frightening to be known to such a degree. and it would if it wasn't also a relief to put it down for a while. to not have to wear it at all.
but they give him this. akira slips his glasses off and places them on the nightstand next to haru's massive bed with sheets of an equally massive thread count, easing back down into the cradle of soft and warm skin. the view is—well, there's nothing quite like it: haru is pressed up against minato's back, her luscious curls brushing against the curve of his cheekbone as they kiss over his shoulder; her fingers are obscured where they brush against the cleft of his backside, but given the taut tension of minato's body, akira can see the moment she eases one slick finger into him. he thought looking away would let him remember how to breathe properly, but he's forgotten how to all over again.
haru's voice is so soft and gentle as she murmurs encouragement that he nearly misses it beneath minato's sharp gasp, his chest heaving as he goes rigid and then relaxes again. akira wonders how many fingers she's got in him now, if that reaction was her finding his prostate; if minato would come just from this. his slate-blue eyes are wide and glassy, pupils blown out with arousal; a similar look mirrored on haru. they're so beautiful, it's almost too much. a part of him thinks he could just watch them and be thankful for it.
but there's more he could do. akira reaches out, one hand settling on haru's inner thigh and the other curving over minato's hip to support him, and leans in to press his mouth against minato's chest. ]
You're okay. [ his lips find one flushed nipple, flicking it briefly with his tongue. ] You're doing so well. Just a little more.
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This time, she returns the favour for Minato as her fingers stretch into him, the resistance not fully unfamiliar a second time around, but patient and gentle as she feels every twitch and throb of him that tightens around her on occasion. ]
Deep breath with me.
[ Her lips trail Minato's pale flesh, from shoulder up to the back of his neck, peppering it with soft kisses. She's careful to lean toward his ear, another delicate kiss against his lobe, her voice soft and reassuring: ] Like this.
[ She inhales slowly with him, careful to slip another digit in with the help of the lube she's been using quite freely. It isn't met with too much friction as they exhale together, her breasts pressed against his back, heartbeat thrumming against her flesh and his.
She watches Akira tease Minato with his tongue and she can't help a mischievous giggle, a large grin split across her own flushed face. If Akira can watch these two, she could do the same—maybe that's why she had opted to watch Akira and Minato first, to satiate her own hungry, lustful curiosity at what it's like to be a quiet observer.
Her other hand reaches for those strands of blue hair, gently brushing it aside so the boys can see better into one another. ]
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His body feels alight like a live nerve, a molten heat already beginning to stir within his stomach. The sight of Akira's gaze fixed on him, on both himself and Haru, sends lightning lancing down his spine as well. Nothing is concealed from their current audience; that flush dusting his cheeks must be solely attributed to the show they're putting on for him.
And then comes the second finger, immediately commanding Minato's attention from memorizing the shade beginning to bloom on Akira's skin to the barely-there brush of Haru's luxurious curls stroking at his shoulder. Minato swallows, nodding as his arousal-addled mind processes each of her words, a shaky breath filling his lungs with oxygen. They breathe as one, his back expanding and pressing against her soft breasts, the curve of her sternum draping over the ridges of his spine.
Slowly, the next finger begins to ease into him, this one sinking in with less resistance thanks to Haru's gentle encouragement. And yet, he finds himself unprepared for the sensation of two fingers pressing back against his inner walls, his thighs trembling where he kneels on Haru's sheets. But there's a steady hand at the ready to catch him, supporting his hip to help keep him upright for Haru. And while a word of gratitude makes it onto his tongue, it immediately evaporates at the sound of Akira's honeyed words accompanied by a soft tongue laving at a nipple.
Another shudder cascades down his body, spasming around Haru's fingers as his own cock throbs. His mind is sundered, torn among Haru's warm and comforting body draped over his back, the slender fingers stroking at his insides, the double assault of honeyed encouragement from both of his lovers' lips. To think that this was only the beginning -- it would be unfathomable to Minato, had he not been experiencing it all firsthand.
He's torn once again from the whirlwind of heat coursing through his veins, his damp bangs suddenly brushed out of his face to meet Akira's eyes. Of course this would be Haru's idea, he thinks, for even from his very first meeting with her it was evident she had a hidden mischievous streak, one that seemed to surface most often when she was around the two of them.
Minato exhales, the corners of his mouth curving in a half-amused smile. ]
...it's not fair if I'm the only one hiding, is it?
[ After all, Akira's already set his glasses aside. Perhaps Haru is in truth the boldest among the three of them, the only one without anything to obscure her face from those around them. ]
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