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It’s like a slap on the cheek soothed with a kiss.
Each of them knows it well, the way this spell breaks over skin and diffuses inward. Its pink smoke, alight with glitter, wrapping behind your eyes, through your vocal cords, around each and every corner of your brain. One moment Ren knows his name, the next moment all the world is a rose-tinted frame around his sparkling mistress.
His own words from weeks past aren’t lost on him. It’s the last thing dancing through his mind as it empties out, draining into a malleable void. I’m always the boss, he’d complained. I guess I want to be. But sometimes I…
Ren instantly feels himself get hard.
Makoto slips off her gloves, Prophet’s Hand sinking to the Mementos floor under her blown pupils.
“Did it work? Did it—“ Ryuji spit-takes between them when he sees Ren’s lips unfurl to a goofy smile. “daaamn.”
“Hi there,” Makoto works to keep the tremble out of her voice. “How are you feeling?”
“How do you want me to feel?”
“I want you to be honest, baby.” Instantly, Makoto clams up. Ryuji chokes at the term of endearment. “I-I mean.”
“Don’t stop.” Ryuji complains, red-faced.
Makoto shares a stern look with Ryuji. “How do you really feel, Ren?” He tilts his head in return. “Ren, that’s you.” She points to him as illustration. Oh.
Ren examines limbs with sluggish movements, eyes lazily rolling with them. There’s a blink-and-you’d-miss-it disconnect between his own touch running across his forearms and the shiver it elicits. Interference. An interloper in his skin. “Good.” The vowels get drawn out low and slow.
“Hell yeah,” Ryuji replies, reaching to run a thumb over Ren’s temple. Ren pulls away with a frown at the hand. He keeps one eye on Makoto.
She knows her role. Now to make sure Ren knows his. “You want us so bad, don’t you? Both of us. You can’t wait to do whatever we say.” At her words, Ren immediately sighs and leans into Ryuji’s outstretched grasp. The response is faster than it was to his own touch. Makoto’s breath quickens.
“Yeah, on your knees,” Ryuji smirks at Makoto, “baby.”
Down he goes, Ryuji’s hands still cupping his face. He tugs Ren’s nose into his thigh, letting Ren free to nuzzle into the fabric. It only takes a second for Ren to squirm on the ground, untouched, and transform the press of nose into a press of tongue. Ryuji feels his cock jump to attention beneath the open-mouthed caress, groaning before he can think to muffle it. Ren’s eyes, discolored and unfocused, stare up at him with one filthy, slow lick from inseam to waistband. It’s enough to set Ryuji struggling with his zipper, swearing all the while. Ren scrambles to stay pressed against Ryuji, ripping open the zipper, slipping his tongue between the flap of his briefs, sucking anything and everything in his path. Ryuji plants one hand against Ren’s cheek and shoves him back just to snap the elastic of his briefs below his dick, Ren claws at him the moment he’s pulled away.
When Ren swallows Ryuji’s dick like he’d never heard the words gag reflex, a moan wrenches out of him. The tighten-loosen rhythm of each swallow and suck coaxes his eyes shut, so Ryuji is surprised when hands trail over his abs, his chest. The kiss at his neck has him crying out again. “Shit. What did you do to him?”
Makoto gasps in turn. “It’s a powerful spell,” she hums, and Ryuji can feel the heat on her cheeks where she’s pressed their skin together. But what’s really powerful is this: Ren desperate and twisting his tongue. Him, high on magic and the wiles of the toughest woman Ryuji’s ever met. One perfectly manicured finger traces invisible lines over Ren’s wide-open lips, and his eyes flick to just over Ryuji’s shoulder. Ryuji can imagine the look she might be giving her pawn, those sharp eyes boring into messy black hair with her lips tipped up in barely-concealed pleasure. Or is it that look of bashful uncertainty that still lingers from the years since they met? It’s just as easy for Ryuji to imagine her piercing, panting look of fury he came to know post-battle just as many years ago. That’s a good memory, oh fuck, she always looked good like that. Either way, Ren is choking, moaning around his cock and Ryuji can’t help but follow suit.
“F-faster,” Ryuji stutters. Ren complies with a whine. “Use your hands.”
Then there’s bruising fingertips at his waist. Suddenly the hiss he lets out isn’t all from the feeling of swirling tongue. “No hands, Ren,” sends a chill over Ryuji’s shoulder and down Ren’s spine. Those long fingers leap away from Ryuji’s dick in record time, and Ryuji is all the more aware of the way he throbs at the loss.
Blood pounds. “C’mon, listen to me. Get your hands back over here,” Ryuji grouses, feels the ghost of a touch returning.
“Ren. Hands off.” And Ren whimpers. The cry, raspier for the raw cock in his raw throat, winds between the three of them. Ryuji couldn’t miss the extra spark in his gut any more than he could ignore Makoto’s hips shifting tighter against his ass. Then Ryuji’s reaching for that black hair between his legs and pulling. Hard. Harder than maybe he should, harder than he might if Ren wasn’t so fucking willing to open up. He doesn’t even need to beg. It’s Ren, here and now, taking orders like he’s made for it. Those eyes are hazy, only focused enough to keep those lips around Ryuji’s cock. It’s strange to see him without that clever glint dancing just behind the lashes. Ryuji thinks it should be a turn off, but from the way his dick jumps at the thought—shit, Ren, how does he make sucking cock look like the best feeling ever?—his body has its own opinion.
“Look what you did to him,” Ryuji mock pouts at the distress lingering on Ren’s delirious face.
Makoto’s hands rub deep and slow into the angles where Ryuji’s thigh and hip connect. “You’re the one giving him bad instructions.”
Ryuji knocks his hips back and earns a gasp from Makoto. “Deeper, Ren.” And Ryuji’s never felt that far down his throat before. Didn’t know he could go that deep.
“Stay at the tip,” Makoto commands. It’s like a punch to the gut with how fast Ryuji feels the air on his cock, spit drying with a chill.
Ren’s lips are pursed, sucking every little sensation down to be filed away in that worshipful, empty gaze. “Tongue the bottom.”
“Kiss along the top.” Ren wails as he scrambles to obey faster than his mind can process each demand. It’s his body leading the way, no, the spell. The two ordering him around. It’s more than he can take, each command burning through him without pause. It’s so tight, tight inside his veins. His gut. His dick, straining with every pressure physical and metaphysical. Everything clouding his mind has been pushed aside, but their words fill him to overflowing in a breath. Anything for his masters. Anything. The spell chokes him again as he thinks—even this devotion is too full for that blissful haze to abide. The momentary cutoff of air sends another pulse to his cock. And another. Oh.
His eyes go empty again.
Ryuji groans, and not quite in the good way. Lips on him, not around, are not enough for how far gone he is. Reaching behind him, wedging his arm between the lack of space, Ryuji jams his blunt fingers between Makoto’s legs. “Dammit, Makoto!”
She jolts. With her eyes on Ren, Makoto mutters, “Don’t touch him.” Ren falls back on his ass in a rush to follow her lead, blurred vision above his wobbly smirk. His legs hang open, and Makoto finds herself admiring the shape of his bound dick bulging beneath the fabric. With a practiced hand, Makoto reaches forward, claps a hand around Ryuji’s cock, and jerks him with spit-slicked precision. Once, twice, and Ren is painted with cum. “Tongue out,” Makoto orders almost too late. But there’s still strand after strand covering Mementos, and now Ren’s perfect little face. White cum on black hair is quite a look. Makoto is about to snap the spell out of existence to get a second opinion, Ren’s, on his post-fuck look when she’s shoved against the wall.
The breath is shoved out of her lungs when Ryuji smashes their lips together. Makoto rolls her hips against him as he pulls back, oversensitive. It isn’t without consequence, seeing as Makoto bites Ryuji’s lip in return. “I can’t believe you,” he gripes against her lips. “Get over here, Ren!” Behind Ryuji, Makoto can see Ren rushing over on all-fours.
Still panting and aching from his own high, Ryuji thumbs at Makoto’s waistband. Ren sits dutifully on his knees at Ryuji’s side, gazing at blonde hair like he doesn’t have eyes for anything else. His shoulders are unnaturally lax. Ryuji moves one hand off Makoto’s shoulder to swipe across Ren’s cum-covered cheek. The gesture, however gentle, is too much for Ren’s over-pliant body. He bends with the touch, accommodating without even token resistance.
“Show her what you think of her.” And Ren is at her feet, bowing, worshipping. “What do we call her, huh, Ren?”
Burning red, Makoto chokes out an answer before Ren can reply. “M-Makoto.”
“Dunno, Queen sounds better,” Ryuji amends.
“Whatever you want,” Ren’s tongue trails over her ankle, up her calf where the leggings end. “Master.”
Makoto coughs. “Queen.”
“Queen,” is the delirious reply of breath kissing her boot. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Eat ‘er out.”
And Ren dives in.
Shoving her leggings out of the way, Ryuji makes room for Ren’s eager lips and lets Makoto scream. Just like before, Ren’s spellbound desperation outweighs reason and Ryuji finds himself pushing Makoto’s panties to the side rather than off to make room for his zeal. Ren’s tongue is on her a heartbeat later trailing through the shapes between her thighs. Full and slick, Ren’s touch slides over Makoto with an ease that sets her blood alight. There’s barely any hold, just messy, soft, frantic breath over her pussy. Her nerves sing at the enthusiastic attention. Sighing, Makoto flexes her arm below Ryuji’s hold and he rips his eyes away from where she and Ren meet.
It’s like Ren can feel the taut weight their eyes share, the way he presses in deeper. Slips his tongue in her until his nose is buried against her skin. Ryuji’s eyes are bright beneath his mussed up hair, and Makoto feels her eyelids flutter at a particularly strong suck. She wrenches them open again to meet Ryuji’s searing look. He grips the back of Ren’s head with one hand and pushes him gently into her pussy. Makoto mirrors the movement, guiding her hips forward to those lips and teeth and tongue making her heart race.
“C’mon, you know what to do.” Ryuji jerks Ren’s arms away, holding them folded behind his arched back. Ren’s lips close around her clit a moment later. Makoto jerks at the shock of the touch, forcing a cry from her. He whimpers in response and pulls closer, harder, somehow. Shit. She didn’t think he could, but there Ren is digging into her and making her thighs shake. It’s like he’s forgotten he needs to breathe. Has he? No, there’s nothing in the spell that makes him a danger to himself without their encouragement, or so she hopes. A glance down reveals bedhead between her legs and blank eyes when she lifts his bangs to the side. She can see the strain in his neck where Ryuji’s hold has him stuck, the way he lunges to reach her. There’s a second where Makoto flicks her eyes up and sees a mischievous tilt to Ryuji’s dry lips, the only warning before he pulls Ren back. Gently, firmly, until it’s only his hot breath puffing a nose-length away from her. His tongue only reaches so far, and soon Ryuji has him licking nothing but air. Somehow, moving him away makes her throb hotter, harder, to the pound of her heart. A glance back at Ryuji tells her he knows, and Makoto groans at his strategic thinking, for once.
Makoto makes a show of moaning and writhing just out of Ren’s reach. She can feel Ryuji’s eyes on her like fingertips when she squeezes her covered chest, confidence like she’d never have when she isn’t dripping wet between her legs. She pushes up her boobs until Ryuji’s eyes pop, then turns her eyes back to Ren. “You don’t need to be held down, do you? You’d do anything I say,” Makoto croons and rolls her hips forward just enough to tease.
Ryuji’s smile goes wide. Ren sighs, “Anything, Queen.”
Ryuji releases Ren and he collapses immediately. He doesn’t try to catch himself, doesn’t even move his hands where they are folded behind him. It’s only when he finds himself staring at her feet that he crawls up again, leans against the wall at her back, and latches on to Makoto’s clit while she digs her fingers into his hair. With every bit of bite she can muster, Makoto orders, “Cum. Now.” Because she can’t take anymore, each pounding ache too much to bear. It’s when the shiver darts through Ren that she feels herself shake and squeeze with a wave of relief. There’s a moment where Ren freezes, all but that hardworking tongue, and neither of them can miss the way Ren’s hips canter against the floor. He doesn’t stop, and neither does Makoto. Her voice cracks on that last peak of perfect, tight pleasure.
But Ryuji has a knee to Ren’s back and a hand at the side of her head where he leans into them. Makoto can’t find words anymore, and Ryuji isn’t making moves to use his own.
Fuck.
Makoto keens the moment that bliss turns to heavy, prickly overstimulation. She almost has the words to pull those red, sweet lips off of her own when Ryuji steals them from her with another kiss. Every noise she makes is indecent, rumpled between them like unmade bedsheets.
Her eyes roll back until she can only see the cavernous red ceiling and shakes her way through another orgasm. Smaller, shorter, sharper in every way. She shoves Ryuji hard enough he stumbles and laughs. But she can’t curse Ryuji for the sobbed spell—a swear-ridden Energy Shower—that forces through her any more than she could curse the way Ren drinks her in without hesitation. It’s so much, it’s too much. It’s more than she would’ve asked for and everything she would beg for again.
Each of them feel the exhilarating glow, a cool and sour counterpoint to the spell of control. Makoto can’t deny the latent pleasure as the spell flutters over her, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Only she could know how the throb between her legs matches the pulse of the spell. She looks down. Hmm. Maybe Ren knows, too.
Ren collapses a moment later with a snap like he’s been hit all over again. Gasping and wide-eyed, that dagger-glint returns to his gaze seconds later, refilling him with, well him once more.
Ryuji gives one look at Ren’s cool gray eyes and whoops so loud it echoes across the floor. When he raises his hand for a high-five, Makoto can’t not oblige. The smile on her lips isn’t stopped by any amount of panting. “How you doing, bro?”
In response, Ren gives them both a puzzled look. Ryuji’s jaw drops, and this time Makoto can’t hold in a giggle. “Wow,” is the only word that might come close to describing her shock, “How lucid were you?”
Twisted over himself, Ren lifts a hand to brush back his bangs but recoils when he sees it’s covered in cum. “I wasn’t,” he groans with a crooked smile. His eyes flick between Makoto and Ryuji half-lidded. His eyes rest a second longer on Ryuji’s spent cock. Ryuji smirks.
Blush shines bright on Makoto’s cheekbones, yet her words are steady. “Perhaps we should get you caught up.”