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Kiryu takes a deep breath as the light breeze coming from the trolley cools him down from the Hawaiian heat. His dark-colored shirt and slacks aren’t helping much in regulating his temperature, but old habits die hard, he suppose.
Long arms nearly hit Kiryu’s head as Kasuga yawns in the seat right next to him. It’s impressive how he can lower his defenses and nap anywhere, but maybe Kasuga’s been staying in Honolulu for a long time now that nothing fazes him.
“Hey, Kiryu-san,” Kasuga wipes his eyes with his hand, “You okay?”
“Mmh,” Kiryu nods, “I was wondering when you’re gonna get up.”
Kasuga’s eyes widen, “Oh no, how long did I sleep? Did I let you guys go in circles for eternity?” He starts to look around, as if his party would disappear from him because he slept too long. In reality, they were all sitting where they were before he slept.
Han Joon-gi noticed his worried expression from the seat beside him, “Kasuga-san, it only has been 5 minutes.”
“Ah- Really?” Kasuga’s face falls into relief, “Oh thank god,” He sighs.
Kiryu smiles, he can be quite dramatic. They both watch as the trolley speeds from store to store, spotting locations he’s visited and restaurants that he wishes to try.
Kasuga starts talking, “I was with Nanba a while ago and he said that you did a bucket list back home. How did that go?”
“My bucket list…” It was, Kiryu thought, well needed, really. He’s grateful to Nanba, Seonhee, Saeko, and Zhao for encouraging and comforting him when he needed it. It was bittersweet, but it was worth the pain.
He starts again, with a small smile this time, “My bucket list is good. I saw people I didn’t think I would see ever again.”
Kiryu huffs a laugh, “I told a lot of stories too, and it reminded me of how ridiculous some of them were.”
Kasuga looks skeptical. “More ridiculous than the ones you’ve told me already? Like the one about speaking poor English in Okinawa? Or the ghost in that guy’s apartment?” Kasuga counts on his fingers as he rambles on, “Because I think I’ve also had that happen to me too.”
“Hm, maybe I won’t tell you the rest then.”
“H-hey! that was a joke, Kiryu-san!” Kasuga whined, but it quickly turned into a chuckle when he realized Kiryu was messing with him.
“Man, it’s hard to read you sometimes,” Kasuga sighs, running a hand through his lion mane of dark-brown hair.
“Well,” He changes the subject, “We’re in Hawaii for vacation for real now. Is there something on your bucket list you wanna do here?”
“Here?” Kiryu did write a physical list when he was in Yokohama but… some ideas he kept hidden in his mind. They were more imprudent in nature, stuff that stuck to him when he was a hormone-pumped young man — when Haruka was still a kid that he sent off to school while he prowled Kamurocho.
Kiryu had a very influenced mind, to say the least, and even at 55 years old, thinking about past fantasies stirred a heat in his abdomen.
There was a VHS tape in Gandhara, he remembers vividly. He ended up renting it way too much because it was — it was hot. It was a video where the innocent waitress slipped into the bathroom after feeling hot and heavy during her shift, and some customers went in with her and started teasing her; rubbing her breasts and playing with her panties. It quickly turned into her getting railed in multiple positions, moaning loud enough that the restaurant outside could hear her and the slick sounds of her wetness leaking onto the floor.
Kiryu feels flushed recalling it. It wasn’t anything special from other JAVs he had seen, but in his fantasies, he would replace the girl with himself. Him on that countertop, against the stall door, struggling to quiet his groans in fear that someone outside the bathroom door could hear. There was a point when he got so sexually frustrated that he tried to get Nishik—
“Kiryu-san?”
Kiryu snaps out of his daze, moving his head to look at Kasuga. Embarrassing. How long was he thinking of that?
He shifts his legs, ignoring the stir in his abdomen, “Sorry, Kasuga. I don’t think I have anything I want to do here.”
Kasuga raises an eyebrow, “Kiryu-san, I know you’re lying.”
Kiryu sighs, “So I am.”
There is no way he’s going to admit he always wanted to do that teenage fantasy to him — to anyone.
“Is it, Is there too much people hearing? Or is it private? I understand you can be shy!”
It’s Kiryu’s turn to raise an eyebrow, “Shy?”
Kasuga slaps his own face, “Ugh, not shy — wrong word. But the point is,” Kasuga starts to look serious, the most sincere that Kiryu has seen in a while, “You’ve been through a lot, Kiryu-san, a-and I’m happy that you want to keep living, really. I hope you realized you should be living life to the fullest, so whatever you were just thinking — do it!”
Kasuga’s face beams at his own statement, and Kiryu can’t help but absorb some of his rays. He feels ridiculous getting this emotional talk over wanting to live a sexual fantasy he has, but Kasuga doesn’t know that.
Well, people say to go out with a ‘bang,’ right?
……
That was awful.
Kiryu cannot believe the words that come out of his mouth when he says, “I’ll tell you later, okay?”
Kasuga shines brighter, nodding his head like a dog, “Okay, okay! I can wait!”
He suddenly stands up, full of energy, and starts chatting with the rest of his friends on where they should go.
At best, Kasuga could laugh about it and they could drink about whatever the two wanted to talk about. At worst, Kasuga could call a prostitute and Kiryu would jump out the second-floor balcony.
He doesn’t think his knees can tolerate the second one.
——————
Kiryu finishes a cup of whiskey with ease, the melting ice on the bottom hitting his lips and cooling him down tremendously. They were lounging on the second floor of Revolve, door closed but windows open to let in the fresh night air.
Kasuga nurses his own cup, taking slow sips as if to savor the cheap bottle that they could only afford because of their recent spending habits. He’s probably waiting for what Kiryu will tell him, and for that, he pours another glass for himself.
“Kiryu-san, I haven’t seen you drink like that like… ever.”
Kiryu stops. He’s making a fool of himself, he thought.
Fine, he said he would tell him. But how the hell do you start a sentence about this?
“Well,” Kiryu stumbles, “I have a fantasy.”
Kasuga nods, “Uhuh…”
“A sexual fantasy.”
He nods even harder somehow, “Ah, okay. I mean everyone has one, or a ton. Human nature and all that, right?”
A snort, “Was that really it? I mean, Kiryu-san, you can go to that strip club alone—“
“Stop it.” Maybe jumping out the window is faster.
Kasuga jumps at his words, eyes wide. He doesn’t say anything, and it seems like he won’t even open his mouth until Kiryu lets him.
So Kiryu tells him his old fantasy. Somehow, it was less embarrassing than he expected. It’s silly to expect to be shamed by a man who grew up in a soapland. From Kasuga’s reaction, it’s not the worst thing he’s ever heard. With the tinge of blush on his cheeks, maybe he likes it too.
“Well, it’s hot,” Kasuga mumbles in his glass, “Kiryu Kazuma, a man with an exhibition kink.”
Kiryu’s flush glows deeper, “I never intend to make it common knowledge.” He takes another sip of his drink, ignoring the sounds of Nanba’s nagging to stop drinking echoing in his mind.
“And you want to do that?” Kasuga says as if Kiryu told him he wants to make pancakes instead of admitting he wants someone to fuck him like a JAV actress in a public place.
“I just remembered it — that I wanted that before.”
There’s a long pause, Kasuga seemingly deep in thought. Kiryu adjusts his seating position, ignoring the damp feeling in his underwear again. He can handle his arousal later if he gets the time.
“We can probably arrange something for you if you’d like.”
Kiryu puts his glass down and stares at Kasuga. He puts his full attention on his face, and it looks like he isn’t kidding, “Arrange?”
“Like roleplay! I’d have to ask the party, but I know Adachi would be 100% down. I have experience with this! I know how to set this up and make everyone safe—“
Kasuga rambles on and on about roleplay safety and his ideas on executing his little fantasy, and Kiryu hasn’t even said yes to this idea but the man already has a game plan in his head.
It’s exciting, he admits, to have someone so eager to please him. The alcohol filtering through him is limiting his ability to pretend that he doesn’t want this.
“Kiryu-san!” A hand waves across his face, close enough that Kiryu can smell the cologne that Kasuga sprays on his wrist before rubbing it on his neck. It’s intoxicating.
“I should wait until you sober up for your answer,” Kasuga scratches his neck, “Maybe I got a little excited myself, heh.”
With that, Kiryu unabashedly looks down, and Kasuga quickly covers his crotch, “Kiryu-san! You can be so bold at the worst times,” He mumbles, but he’s smiling.
“What do you like, Kasuga?”
“Huh, what do I like? That’s a vague question, but hmm…”
They spent the rest of the night drinking and talking about vulgar topics like teen boys hitting puberty. Despite the windows being wide open to let in the cool Honolulu breeze, the unmistakable heated tension clouded the room. It teased Kiryu relentlessly, but he was closer to falling asleep than anything. Before he could consider moving back to his hotel room, Kiryu falls asleep on the dingy couch.
——————
Kiryu agrees to Kasuga’s proposition. So now he’s strolling along Honolulu’s beach at night, giving himself time before going back to his hotel.
Kasuga chose to do it in Kiryu’s hotel bathroom because no matter how hot it sounded, they weren’t going to do anything in a dirty restaurant bathroom. All that Kiryu knows is that Kasuga and his friends — however many of them that agreed to this — are hiding in his room, waiting for him to open the door to his bathroom.
He didn’t realize he was walking back to his hotel until the surface underneath his shoes turned into concrete. Kiryu’s heart beats loudly in his chest, he hopes he doesn’t regret this.
Kiryu doesn’t know how long it took, but he quickly finds himself opening his hotel door to a seemingly empty room; the bed has no wrinkles and the couch has no indent of a person lying on it. Still, he can feel the presence of people occupying the space.
He kicks off his shoes and unhooks his watch, placing it and his phone on the table. He continues to clear out his pockets before standing up straight, rolling his shoulders, and walks into the bathroom. Right away, he hears multiple soft footsteps step into the cold tile of the bathroom. Kiryu looks into the mirror and sees Kasuga, Nanba, Adachi, Tomizawa, Seonhee, and Han Joon-gi surrounding him inside the decently sized room. Kiryu blushes, he didn’t expect so many of them to agree.
“Close the door, Joon-gi,” Seonhee orders.
“Yes, ma’am,” Joon-gi quickly pushes the door shut, standing guard beside it.
Suddenly, his vision is full of Kasuga’s untamed hair and sharp features. The man makes him stumble backward until he’s pinned against his warm body and the cool wall. Their legs tangle into each other and Kasuga’s hand traps him near his waist. Kiryu can see the reflection of his pink-tinted skin and lidded eyes through Kasuga’s blown-out eyes, which dart everywhere to drink in the sight of Kiryu, hot and bothered.
“Is…” Kasuga mumbles, breaking away from the stranger he was playing, “Is this okay?”
“…Y-yes,” Kiryu nods, his senses flooded with the deep smell of Kasuga’s cologne.
Kasuga, looking determined now, says, “You remember the safe word? How to stop everything?”
Kiryu whispers a small yes, and that is enough for the man to crane his neck down and lick a line from the bottom of his jaw to his right ear. He couldn’t keep in the whimper that emitted from the small contact — it felt like his skin was on fire.
He faintly hears murmurs and gasps from the small audience that stares at him — at them, and it turns Kiryu on unbearably so. Kasuga does it again, gripping his hips tight and pushing themselves together as he nibbles the sensitive nerve on his ear. The wetness in Kiryu’s pants grows warmer quickly, rubbing his leg against Kasuga’s in the tangle of limbs.
Suddenly Kasuga drags him away from the wall and flips him, his back against Kasuga’s chest.
“Shit, Kiryu-san…” He can hear Nanba whispers. Adachi whistles at the show.
Kasuga pins his arms behind his back, Kiryu squirming uselessly as his chest pushes against the fabric of his gray shirt.
“Help me undress him, guys. I know you want to touch him,” Fuck, Kiryu pants. He quits squirming.
“Go on, Nan-chan, you’ve been burning holes into his back the entire day,” Adachi slaps Nanba’s back hard, jolting him forward.
“H-hey! Don’t single me out! I can’t- I can’t touch him right now,” Nanba tugs down his Hawaiian shirt, poorly concealing the erection that’s tenting his shorts. Kiryu swallows the excess saliva in his mouth.
Adachi snorts, “More for me, then.”
Calloused, hairy hands start patting down his torso, rubbing the dense muscle with the pads of his fingers. It felt like an unsexy police pat down before those fingers slid up to pinch his nipples through the fabric.
“Ah!” Kiryu moans as those fingers roll his nipples vigorously, making him trash against Kasuga’s hold.
“So sensitive, perfect,” Adachi grins, his imperfect teeth on display. His fingers let go of the nubs and start properly unbuttoning his shirt, displaying more and more of Kiryu’s sweaty skin shining under the overhead light. Soon, his heaving torso is exposed, the shirt hanging loosely on his shoulders. He shivers at the change in temperature and the piercing eyes staring at every exposed part of his body.
“Let’s get these pants off you now,” Adachi starts, but then purple hair moves into his peripherals.
“You’re not intending on keeping him all to yourself right? Let me take over,” Seonhee says, her smooth voice contrasting with the rough grit belonging to Adachi’s. The brute moves aside wordlessly for the woman to step forward. Her touch is distinctly opposite too; soft, nimble fingers normally hidden inside leather gloves skirting along his abs with a pleasant hum. He notices that her nails are blunt today.
Kiryu shivers as those nails travel down to his belt buckle, Seonhee squishing her chest against his legs as she watches his every expression. The view Kiryu gets from above makes him throb like a pervert.
“Fuck, so cute…” Seonhee whispers, biting her red lips. Her deft hands unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. They’re moving fast on him, no room for delicacy — just lust.
“Mmh-!” Kiryu squeezes his eyes shut as his pants are tugged down, his warm cunt exposed to the cold air.
“Shit… He’s so wet already,” Tomizawa steps forward, groping his own growing erection with no shame.
Kasuga kicks at Kiryu’s ankles, “Spread your legs.”
Kiryu follows wordlessly, brain too clouded to think of anything but doing whatever they want him to do. He’ll be obedient, for this.
“Mmh…” Thin fingers swipe along his inner thigh, playing with the slick that dripped down his pussy, “Surprising how an old man like you can still get it up. Maybe you were meant to be a pervert.”
One finger purposely inserts itself in his pussy, and Kiryu makes an embarrassing noise in pleasure.
“It just sucks me in, adorable,” Seonhee purrs, her single finger pistoning in and out his hole with an audible wet noise. Kiryu squirms, she’s purposely missing his engorged g-spot.
“Enough, help me put him on the counter,” Kasuga demands next to his ear. Seonhee retracts and Kiryu groans from the loss of contact. She kisses his inner thigh before standing up, leaving a singular red kiss mark in the process. Kasuga and Tomizawa — who joins without hesitation — strip him fully of his clothes except for his socks and sock garter and help him place his bare ass on cold granite. Despite the rough masks they’re playing, Tomizawa places multiple towels on his lower back and asks if he’s comfortable.
Kiryu nods, and their roleplay continues.
“Tomi, keep his legs spread,” Kasuga says. His stern face and downturn eyebrows contrast with his eagerness to take off his top, fumbling with the hem of his white undershirt.
“Yes sir,” Tomizawa drawls sarcastically. He pushes Kiryu’s legs to rest his feet on the edge of the counter, stretching his tendons tight and the tail of his dragon visible. Despite his erection, Tomizawa seems unfazed by this situation — has he also had sexual encounters like this? His demeanor gives Kiryu goosebumps.
Kiryu’s attention flickers back to the shirtless Kasuga in front of him, staring only at the wet mess they caused between his legs.
“Shit, Kiryu-san…” Kasuga rubs Kiryu’s knees, pressing his thumbs against the muscle of his hamstring and Kiryu’s jaw goes slack with a silent moan.
Kiryu worms his hand to the mound of his pelvis, cupping his pubic hair as he spread the lips of his pussy open.
“Please…” Kiryu’s voice is thin, wavering, “Don’t… please.”
Stop teasing me, his mind begs, but his mouth turns into sludge and all he can do is whine incessantly until finally, Kasuga buries his face in between Kiryu’s fingers.
“Ah- ahhh!” Kiryu grips the edge of the countertop as Kasuga’s tongue flicks against his cunt. He gives him kitten licks of pleasure, savoring his taste before burying his nose against his dick with a rumbling moan.
“Fuck- fuck-! Ah-!” Kiryu throws his head back in pleasure, nearly slamming his head into the mirror before Tomizawa quickly uses his hand as a cushion.
He feels the white pleasure grow in his core, ready to burst already from Kasuga’s assault — licking his clit while teasing his hole with a knuckle of his finger. He clenches rhythmically on nothing, and he wishes there was something — anything, in him. The people behind Kasuga watch him like hounds, drinking in his wet moans and the kisses of the man’s tongue against his wet vulva.
In the background, Adachi presses insistently against Nanba’s waist as he inches themselves forward, guiding the flustered man to see the action.
“Fuck! He’s eating him up like a dying man,” Adachi laughs, eyes lidded. His eyes follow how Kiryu’s legs quiver as Kasuga’s tongue pushes inside his hole.
Nanba swallows, nodding with wide eyes.
Adachi laughs even harder, “Shit, you’re dumbstruck huh? Haven’t gotten laid in that long?”
The man blushes furiously, “You know I’ve never done this before, you old pervert!” Nanba sputters.
“Hmm,” Adachi grumbles, grinning.
Kiryu groans when Kasuga’s tongue retracts suddenly, his warm hands on his thighs being the only contact from him.
The blood rushing in his ears prevents Kiryu from understanding the rumble of voices in the room, but now a myriad of hands are pushing him off the counter and helping him kneel onto a cushion he wasn’t aware was there. Kiryu’s knees slide to the side of the cushion, and the sudden contact of fabric against his sticky cunt has him rocking against the rough texture with a moan.
“Hey!” A hand curls into his grey hair and Kiryu’s eyes open wide, looking up at Kasuga’s dark eyes, “No humping, got it?”
Kiryu nods lazily, and Kasuga doesn’t seem to accept it anymore as his hair gets tugged with a deep moan.
“Yes- yes!” Kiryu hiccups, feeling his wetness dripping onto the cushion.
“Good,” Kasuga lets go and steps aside to let a glowing pink Nanba be placed forward. This scene has gone far into play, but Nanba still hides his arousal behind his shirt and hands.
“K-Kiryu-san,” Nanba whines, refusing to look at the lewd display unless he blows his load immediately. It’s cute, Kiryu thought.
“Kir-who?” Adachi says, “All I see is a whore you can use.” Nanba stays hesitant, clutching his shirt harder.
“Maybe a whore’s touch is what will convince you?” Adachi gives a toothy grin, looking expectantly at Kiryu.
Kiryu flickers between the two men above him, then slowly places his hand on Nanba’s bare knee, rubbing his body hair. Nanba jolts, eyes darting to Kiryu’s hand, dangerously trailing up the hem of his shorts before falling back down.
“Don’t tease the man,” Adachi chuckles, “He’s gonna blow before you even touch his cock.”
“Okay,” Kiryu nods, and his fingers trail up towards the hands covering his crotch and they fall like waves as he quickly unbuttons and unzips Nanba’s shorts.
“Shit, shitshitshitshit….” Nanba swears under his breath, glasses skewered as finally, his cock is exposed to the cool air.
It’s average and skinny with a shiny, ruddy tip. Kiryu blows on the bulbous tip and it twitches hard. Kiryu licks his lips, his mouth watering. Nanba squeaks when Kiryu doesn’t put his cock in his mouth, but digs his nose on the base of his cock and licks one of his balls into his mouth.
“Mmh,” Seonhee watches Kiryu worship Nanba’s cock in slow movements, drawing squeaks and moans with his warm mouth, “wouldn’t you like to see him on his knees, Joon-gi?”
“N-No!” Joon-gi clears his throat, flustered. It’s clear that he wants to see it — or at least have a better view. But he refrains, “No, I’m guarding the door.”
“Hmm,” Seonhee smirks, “Maybe I should record this for your review later,” Seonhee’s phone appears in her hand, already swiping to open her camera.
“Yes, to… review. Thank you, Seonhee-sama,” Joon-ji adjusts the crotch of his pants as the wet smacking of lips on cock grows louder.
“K-Kiryu-san, let me—“ Nanba hesitantly puts his hand on the back of his messy hair, it resting on the surface of his hair, “Slow down, Kiryu!”
The man under Nanba stops dragging his head down his cock. Kiryu peers up to see Nanba’s heavily lidded eyes looking down at him, sweat beading down his chin. Kiryu gives Nanba’s cock one last suck before removing him from his mouth, his tongue lingering on Nanba’s head before extracting. Kiryu’s dick throbs as the dick in front of him slaps him beside his nose, leaving a trail of precum on his skin.
“Can I- Can I cum on your face?” Nanba gasps.
Kiryu nodded before the man finished his sentence, and it was enough for Nanba to point his ruddy tip against his nose and jerk himself off with leftover spit and precum.
“I’m gonna- ah, ahh!” Nanba chokes on his spit and Kiryu feels hot ribbons of cum spurt across his cheek, lashes, and as far enough to reach his greying hair. Kiryu can’t help but moan, high and effeminate.
“Shittt, Seonhee, get closer! Get a good angle on this money shot,” Adachi groans, and Kiryu sees a purple phone appear over his shoulder, aimed at Kiryu’s dirtied face. He subconsciously opens his mouth, a sliver of tongue peaking out to show off to the camera. With blurry eyes, Kiryu spots Kasuga unusually quiet, stroking his cock that peaks out of his denim pants. He seems hypnotized the same way Kiryu has thrown all inhibitions away tonight and let himself be used.
“Fuck, c’mere,” someone says near him, and another cock appears in his peripherals, shorter than Nanba’s, but thicker. It’s noticeably cut — Tomizawa’s.
Tomizawa tugs at his hair and forces his mouth onto his cock, Kiryu’s neck straining at the angle but he does nothing to stop him. He pulls Kiryu’s hand onto his thigh, helping him adjust to a better position before he starts thrusting his cock into the wet hole of Kiryu’s mouth. While Nanba was scared to even touch him, Tomizawa overwhelmed him.
He’s slow, but Kiryu still gags when the fat head hits the back of his throat, but it seems like Tomizawa likes the loud, wet noise Kiryu is causing. He likes the excess saliva and the tears that are burning his face.
“Fuck- ah,” Tomizawa pushes Kiryu’s skull down to the base of his cock, the man squeezing his thumb hard into his palm to prevent another glob of saliva from dripping onto the floor, “You know just how I like it, huh?”
Tomizawa thrusts into his mouth from the hilt, the stench of his precum invading Kiryu’s senses. It’s not long before he cums without warning, burying Kiryu’s nose into his pubic hair and his planting his cum down his throat. He rolls his hips like he’s deep into someone’s pussy, and that vision alone triggered an orgasm that unwrapped from his core.
Kiryu forces himself off of Tomizawa’s cock and moans weakly, oxygen invading his lungs. He holds onto the man’s pants tight as his lower body twitches and contracts, his pussy clenching on nothing.
“Did he-!” His audience stares wide-eyed at Kiryu’s weak orgasm, watching him thrust into the air, onto the cushion as the pleasure comes and leaves without lingering.
Kiryu felt the ground rumble first when Kasuga spoke, “Huh, what did I say? Did you just cum from humping the pillow?”
“I- I didn’t,” Kiryu hiccups, tears running down his cheeks. He’s a complete mess, the paltry orgasm giving him no relief and more frustration.
“You’re doing it right now! Don’t play stupid,” Kiryu’s hips stop his unintentional grind on the cushion below, leaving a puddle of his slick in the process.
“Get him up,” Kasuga demands, and Kiryu’s world changes again. They help him up onto wobbly legs and aching knees and Kiryu finds himself on the counter again. Fluffy towels cushion his upper body and soften the edge of the granite. When he looks forward this time, what he sees is himself in the foggy mirror — red eyes, red lips, and a shiny, wet face with dried cum. All eyes were on him and his debauched display, he loved it.
Kiryu hears the familiar tear of a condom being opened, and he shifts his ass in anticipation, spreading his legs apart.
“Ahh-!” Kiryu jumps as Kasuga slaps his ass suddenly, hitting the dragon’s tail curling around the muscle. Faintly, he hears him chuckle.
Kasuga prods the tip of his wrapped dick at his entrance, groaning at how eager his pussy wants to take him in, “Don’t cum until I do, got it?”
“Yes, yes- please…” Kiryu begs, turning his head and staring at the man the best he can with glossy eyes.
“Kiryu…” Kasuga muttered, and with a delicacy that contrasted his demeanor, he pushed in.
The head slips in so easily, Kiryu’s slick allowing the hot, engorged dick to suck him in. Kiryu moans at the protrusion, the fat head rubbing against his sensitive g-spot with precision. He whines when Kasuga continues pushing in, the thick cock stretching him with a burn.
“Kiryu, kiryu, kiryukiryukiryu…” Kasuga’s mask cracks. His hips were finally still, his length nestled deep inside Kiryu. It’s finally dawning on Kasuga that he’s fucking a legend of the underworld— he’s dominating the same man that can right-hook him into another life. And he wanted this.
“Hnng—!” Kasuga gives Kiryu no time to relax before thrusting into him rapidly. Kiryu’s nerves are numbed after that ruined orgasm, but that means he needs stronger stimulation — and Kasuga beating his hips against the curve of his ass is enough for him to quiver and moan.
“Joon-gi,” Kiryu hears Seonhee calls, “record for me, please.”
Wide-eyed, Joon-gi leaves his post with a nod and replaces her spot next to Adachi, phone aimed at Kasuga’s back.
Seonhee is quick to appear to his left, “Give me your hand. I am not leaving without getting off,” Seonhee hisses, blushing furiously.
Kiryu pushed himself onto shaky elbows, Kasuga’s thrusts pushing him forward with every thrust. He twitched his left hand towards her and Seonhee grabbed it urgently. Kasuga slows down, letting them maneuver enough for the two to be comfortably positioned the best they could. Kiryu stands straighter up now, bent against the counter. His right arm holds his weight while his left arm is held possessively with nimble fingers.
“C’mon…” Seonhee mumbles. She pushes up her miniskirt with one hand, enough for the gusset of her lace panties to peek out.
“S-Seonhee!” Joon-gi gasps, nearly dropping the camera. His pale face glows red when she pushes the fabric aside and the lips of her hairless cunt are uncovered. He doesn’t know if he should look away or keep looking— to aim the camera at Kiryu or Seonhee. She moans as Kiryu prods his calloused fingers against her clit. She spreads her legs wider and maneuvers his palm to cup the hot mound.
“Mmng-“ Seonhee bites her lips when Kiryu’s two fingers slip in, pushing and rubbing at her g-spot. She grounds herself against his palm, squishing her clit against the skin.
Kasuga starts speeding up, the wet squelch loud and clear alongside their moans. Kiryu trembles as his body strains to keep himself up and to stop himself from cumming. Kiryu lets himself be used, a toy for their own amusement. He gets close, walls tightening around the fat dick in him, but Kasuga slows down before the pleasure builds up and starts thrusting in a way that makes him feel like a used hole.
His hand rhythmically gets squished between soft thighs as Seonhee rides his fingers like a toy. He’s mesmerized by her covered breasts push and pull and soft bounces in tandem with his weak thrusts and lackluster curls. Kiryu can see her nipples peak through the thin fabric, and before he can look away a hand pushes his face into an ample breast, nose digging into the soft tissue.
“Do what you want,” Seonhee huffs, “I’m-I’m close.”
Kiryu closes his eyes, feeling the fabric with the skin of his cheek and nosing at the bridge of her bikini top. He teeth at the fabric before grabbing a hold of it and pulling it up, noting the groans of both her and the men in the room as her breasts fall out.
He licks the exposed skin, leaving wet marks and drool along the goosebumps. Kiryu’s nose hits the hardened nipple of her left breast and sucks it into his mouth. Seonhee moans loudly, her hips stammering and pushing against his hand hard. His wrists strain at the pressure, but he doesn’t care.
“I-I’m-Kiryu, I—“ Kiryu swirls his tongue and kitten licks her other nipple and it triggers a deep orgasm. Seonhee is loud, high, drowned-out moans as she pushes and pulls at Kiryu’s hand at a breakneck speed. Her slick pours down his hand, dripping onto the tiles below.
Seonhee loses her balance and nearly topples over Kiryu— who retracts himself with a sharp groan from the woman to steady her. Joon-gi is by her side immediately, blushing so feverishly that it looks like he caught a major disease. They both waddle away from the counter, Joon-gi looking highly embarrassed.
“Fuckkkk,” Adachi drawls, apparently having the phone now, “When is it gonna be my turn?”
Kasuga growls, “After.”
There’s a certain possessiveness in Kasuga’s tone, and it reflects in the new position he moves him in — Kiryu’s dragon against Kasuga’s hot torso, facing towards his crowd. He can see everyone watching him, watching him struggle, watching him provide.
“Kasuga, Kasuga…” Kiryu hiccups as he starts battering at him at a breakneck pace. This scene has gotten more personal than they both thought. Kasuga’s arms are wrapped around his waist, pushing at his stomach and making Kiryu squirm at the pleasure.
“Use my name, Kiryu—“ Kasuga plants wet kisses along his neck and up to his ear before biting at the nape of his shoulder.
“K-Kasuga—“
“No!” He roars, “Ichiban— Call me Ichi.”
“Ichi,” Kiryu moans. Kiryu chants. He screams it.
He’s going to cum, he thought. Ichiban rubs against his g-spot with every move, every thrust. He can’t stop it, it feels too good.
Like a gunshot, ringing through his ears, he hears the bathroom door open.
Kiryu cums with a scream. Loud and quivering, he can feel himself getting wetter. He hears the splatter of his slick, his squirt staining the floors below. Ichiban’s thrusts falter and jerk, before burying himself to the hilt and cumming into the condom. It feels like hours before the high comes down, sweat pouring down his face and slick pouring down his pussy.
A high whistle, coupled with a throaty laugh echoes from the back of the bathroom. Kiryu looks up and sees Zhao, all teeth and a strong blush on his face, “You weren’t kiddin’ huh? Kasuga-kun.”
Joon-gi mumbles, “You’re late.”
Zhao answers with a cheeky smile.
Ichi ignores Zhao to check up on Kiryu, pulling out and rubbing his muscles, “Are you okay?”
Kiryu huffs, trying to steady his heart rate on shaky legs, “Mmh, but…”
“But?”
Kiryu stared at the three men whom he hadn’t pleasured still. Adachi, with his dick ready to burst out of the seams, shows the video they recorded to Zhao. Joon-gi watches them all, waiting for their next move.
“I’m not satisfied yet.”
“Huh?” Ichiban gasps, wide-eyed, “Aren’t you exhausted? That nut took out a lot of me, y’know! A-And your health!”
“I came before you, Ichi,” Ichiban blushes at the familiarity, despite him just fucking him moments ago, “Shouldn’t I be punished?” Kiryu smiles.
“K-Kiryu,” Ichiban stammers.
“Kasuga, let him do what he wants! And what he wants is more action,” Adachi winks at Kiryu, and Kiryu shakes his head at the sleaziness of it all.
Adachi went up to grab his hips, asserting the scene once again. He thumbs at the bone jutting out his hips, rubbing at them with a delicacy that makes Kiryu squirm.
“You were so cute cumming on Kasuga’s dick, nearly made me bust myself,” Adachi groans.
“But I’m patient myself, and now that I have you in my arms,” His big hands crawl away from his hips and find himself at the curve of his ass, “I’ll have my sweet time with you.”
Kiryu groans as his ass gets kneaded, spreading his cheeks to show off his wet pussy and the pucker of his asshole. Kiryu jolts when a digit pokes and prods at the hole.
“Still sensitive after all that? What a miracle you are,” Kiryu shivers against Adachi’s covered chest.
“Zhao! C’mere!”
Zhao strides behind Kiryu, still reeling over seeing Kiryu this… exposed.
Adachi’s hand spreads his cheeks wide, fingers at each side of his asshole.
“I remember what you like, Zhao-kun,” Adachi teases, “I’m feeling more patient than usual.”
Zhao looks away, flustered, “You remember the most perverted things, old man.”
“Are you declining?”
“Hell no,” Zhao snorts, “I think the gods are giving me a sign for granting me this meal.”
Kiryu shivers when he sees Zhao kneeling down behind him, his breath tickling the sensitive skin of his pucker. He faintly hears the sound of Zhao’s glasses being placed somewhere alongside his rings.
Kiryu can’t help but chuckle when he hears Zhao mumble a quick ‘Itadakimasu’ before his tongue swipes against his hole. He huffs a moan when Zhao retracts and spits directly on his hole, squirming as the tip of his finger pushes in.
“How many fingers should I put, Adachi-kun?” Zhao purrs.
“Three, I’m pretty big, y’know?” Adachi shifts his hip to emphasize, the bulge in his khakis bumping against Kiryu’s mound.
Zhao continues licking and sucking at his pucker, loosening the muscle. Kiryu shivers as two fingers swipe against his pussy, gathering slick to use as lube against his asshole. He spreads the slick around before pushing his finger inside, pushing in and out cautiously.
“More…” Kiryu finds himself mumbling.
“Huh, more you say? Not your first rodeo?” Adachi grins.
Kiryu pushes his ass against Zhao’s finger, shaking his head no.
“Ahaha!” Adachi erupts in laughter, “A real bonafide pervert! Zhao, add another finger.”
Zhao hums, and two fingers thrust in. Zhao’s earlier ministration of spit and saliva created a slick sound every time he thrust his fingers in.
“Fuck, Kiryu-san…” He angles his fingers awkwardly but is immediately rewarded by Zhao’s tongue circling his rim eagerly. He’s nearly worshiping him with kisses and spit.
Soon, three fingers were pistoning in and out his asshole with ease, Zhao mesmerized by the tight squeeze and the give of his hole. He slows down, then spreads his fingers out to open his hole and hucks another glob of spit with a loud moan from Kiryu.
“You done, Zhao?”
“Mmh,” Zhao licks his lips, pants clearly tented, “All ready.”
Zhao removes his fingers, Kiryu’s dick twitching at the cool air of his wet, gaping asshole.
“C’mere, we’ll sit,” Adachi says, holding him as they go sit down near a wall, a pillow cushioning his ass and back.
Adachi positions him so he’s exposing himself once again, back against Adachi’s front as his feet are placed outside of his bulky legs. Kiryu realized Adachi’s cock is out already, pushed out from the zipper of his pants. It smells heavy of precum and sweat from an eternity of waiting. If Kiryu was any younger, he would want a taste right now.
Most of Kiryu’s audience is satisfied now, so he trains his eyes on Zhao, who stares at him with heavy lids.
“C’mon Kiryu, this is your punishment, right? Put my cock in your ass yourself,” Adachi says.
The old man at least does the liberty of holding the base of his cock. Kiryu pushes his weight onto tired feet and pushes himself onto Adachi’s cock.
“F-Fuuckkk,” Adachi groans at the tightness of his hole. His big hands grip onto Kiryu’s firm waist.
“B-Big,” Kiryu mutters. The head of his cock is bigger than what he would take before, but the stretch makes him throb. Slick stains Adachi’s khakis as he pushes down, the slide getting easier with each small thrust.
“Ah-! Shit,” Adachi growls as Kiryu’s ass meets his pants, “You’re so fucking tight — and hot, shit.”
Kiryu groans, laying completely on Adachi’s chest— and the man immediately latches onto his shoulder, nipping at the bite mark Ichiban left on his shoulder.
“Ahh!” Kiryu twitches at the ministration on the juncture of his neck, the light nips and tongue that trace the rim of his ear.
Adachi’s deep growls slow down, and finally— he grips Kiryu’s waist hard and lifts him up
“S-Shit!” Kiryu’s eyes widen as Adachi lifts him easily, his cock leaving for a few inches before filling him up. Kiryu plants his feet on the ground and helps him, speeding up the movement until he’s slamming his tender ass against the fabric of his pants.
“Shit, Kiryu, you’re hole is fuckin’ killin’ me,” Adachi’s hand wanders away from his waist and starts tweaking his nipples vigorously.
“A-Ah!” Kiryu bottoms himself when the man squeezes his nipples between callous fingers and pulls, “P-please!”
Kiryu starts grinding his ass on the base of his cock but he groans weakly, needing more stimulation. He stares up at Zhao, leaning against the counter next to a blushing Joon-gi. He grins when Kiryu stares at him.
“Zhao,” Kiryu calls with a trembling voice. He spreads his legs out and lays farther into Adachi’s broad chest. He dips his chin low, mouth open.
Zhao freezes, “Y-You offering?”
“I’m aching,” Kiryu dips a finger into his cunt, rubbing his g-spot and moaning, “Please…”
“Fuck,” Adachi whispers, “You’re so fucking kinky, we should’ve been doing this earlier.”
Adachi adjusts his position and lifts Kiryu’s legs, pussy open for the approaching Zhao. The man cranes his head down to his ear, “A lot earlier,” he chuckles.
Zhao shuffles his pants down and rolls down and condom down his aching cock.
“Hurry up,” Kiryu whines, “Please.”
“So greedy, huh Kiryu-kun?” Zhao slaps the tip of his cock against his entrance and moans, “But maybe we’re selfish for accepting it.”
Zhao slips in easily, and they all moan. Zhao is skinnier than Ichiban, but it’s as if the two’s cocks kissed in his abdomen as they nestle in him.
In the corner of Kiryu’s eyes, he can see a black figure move forward, the seemingly selfless man finally pursuing his desires. But he stops too far for Kiryu to touch him.
A deep thrust snaps him out of his thoughts, “Thinking too hard, huh?” Adachi growled, “we can fix that.”
Quickly, Zhao starts to piston his dick inside Kiryu’s wet pussy, groaning at the feeling of his hot, puffy insides. Each thrust bumped his pelvis against Kiryu’s hard clit, eliciting moan after moan as the wet sound of his thrusts echoes disgustingly loud.
“Mmh-!” Adachi starts thrusting shallowly into his asshole, and it jolts a tiny, high noise from Zhao.
“Shit, I can feel you moving, this is so hot, fuck,” Zhao squeaks out a laugh, pistoning his hips faster.
“M-My dick, please—“ Kiryu begs, “Touch me please.”
Kiryu inches his hand down, sliding his fingers down his pubic hair before his wrist gets violently pulled away by Adachi.
“Oh no you don’t, I haven’t come yet,” Adachi growls, “C’mon, squeeze that hole harder.”
“Yes, yes, yesyes…” Kiryu nods weakly, grunting as he clenches his hole as Adachi thrusts in and out. His legs tremble at the effort, Zhao digging deep into him by pulling out until the tip is only in, then smacking against his pelvis with a squelch.
“F-fuck!” Kiryu arches his back at a particular thrust, baring his neck to Adachi and he attacks the sweaty skin with his teeth and groans with a long-drawn noise.
Kiryu squeezes his eyes shut when he feels it, the pulsing of Adachi’s cock getting squeezed by his ass, the rutting of his hips. Adachi cums deep in his asshole, hot and heavy as the man swears in his ear.
Zhao stills, fingers squeezing hard enough to bruise, “He’s squeezing so tight- ah!”
Zhao laughs, high and breathy, as he struggles to keep himself composed around Kiryu’s tight heat. He slips out when Adachi removes his soft cock out of Kiryu’s asshole, satisfied. Kiryu groans when Adachi’s cum immediately leaks out of his gaping hole, staining the man’s khakis. He presses his fingers into the mess, pushing two fingers in and more cum gushes out onto Adachi’s cock.
Kiryu’s eyes struggle to open, but they open wide when he notices Joon-gi is finally by his side, panting lightly at the view.
“Han-chan,” Zhao purrs, noticing his appearance also, “finally gonna do something?”
Joon-gi hums, “I have a request.”
Kiryu nods, squirming away from Adachi’s insistent hands, “…Please.”
“I-I just,” Joon-gi trails off. He fumbles with the waistband of his sweatpants, inching it down his body before exposing the cup of a jockstrap, tainted with the reminisce of a premature ejaculation.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Zhao mumbles, “It was with Kiryu and Seonhee, huh?”
Joon-gi doesn’t respond, only asserts the situation by guiding Kiryu upright and moving him to lie straight down on the floor, towels on his lower back and head.
“Oh? What’s all this, Han-chan?” Zhao muses, slowly jerking off his dick to keep him up.
Joon-gi kicks off his sweatpants, showing off pale and muscular legs that weave up into a generous behind that’s framed by his jockstrap. His blush intensifies as he kneels on Kiryu’s chest.
“Can I sit on your face, Kiryu-san?”
Kiryu nods furiously, intoxicated by the deep, masculine smell between Joon-gi’s legs. He waddles forward, situating himself below Kiryu’s nose, face blocked by his trapped erection. He places one of Kiryu’s hands on his thigh before lowering slowly.
“Mmh-“ Kiryu’s nose bumps into his taint, before his tongue starts licking stripes along his hole. Joon-gi trembles, bending over Kiryu’s head.
Zhao grins, “Shit, I got the best view of my life,” he emphasizes that by inserting himself back into Kiryu’s cunt, chuckling as Kiryu’s moan gets eaten up by Joon-gi’s ass. Zhao wastes no time and pounds into Kiryu’s pussy, the angle that was created by the towel under him hits right against his g-spot. Kiryu’s eyes roll under the assault, slobbering all over Joon-gi’s pucker.
“You’re so good huh- Kiryu-!“ Zhao grunts with each thrust, “Serving us.”
Kiryu groans a yes, but all that comes out is a muffled moan as he’s squished between strong thighs. His tongue fucks inside Joon-gi’s hot hole, sucking and kissing the rim of his hole with each thrust.
“I’m close, I’m close-!” Joon-gi shoves the ruined cup of his jockstrap aside, grabbing his wet cock and fisting it furiously.
“Ah- really? Maybe I should-“ Zhao spits a glob of saliva onto his hand and starts rubbing jt against Kiryu’s engorged dick, spreading the saliva before trapping the twitching nub between his fingers and pulling at it.
Kiryu’s eyes widen with tears, clawing at Joon-gi’s heavy thighs as Zhao stimulates both his dick and his g-spot hard. His legs quiver as more and more slick exit him with a wet slapping sound.
Joon-gi presses down harder onto his face, restricting even more air than before and it was all it took.
Kiryu screams, muffled by Joon-gi’s ass as he cums hard for the second time that night. His back arches and shakes as he chases his orgasm, Zhao refusing to cease his ministration on his pussy— squeezing his clit tight between his knuckles and angling his hips to hit his g-spot straight on. He can feel the hiss of him ruining the front of Zhao’s shirt, his pants, and the tile below.
He feels so overstimulated, his senses are sky-high. Kiryu is tingling all over feeling floating, and fatigued. He breathes in, but can’t, still squished between Joon-gi’s thighs. So he breathes out, seeing black.
——————
Kiryu finds himself swaying against a warm body under a stream of lukewarm water. The faint smell of coconut enters his senses, and the pleasant scrub of fingers against his skull makes him hum.
“C’mon… let’s get your hair all cleaned,” those fingers comb through his scalp before their palms push his hair away from his face, spreading the coconut smell even further. He scrapes any reminisce of cum and sweat off his body.
Kiryu flutters his eyes open, curious about his surroundings— the soothing fingers suddenly jumping at his movement.
“K-Kiryu-san?”
Kiryu squints, not wanting shampoo to get into his eyes. He sees Kasuga, equally wet and naked as he is, holding him in the small cubicle that’s made into a shower. Kiryu grunts, too lazy to respond.
“Ah- you’re awake!” Kasuga sighs heavily, “Oh thank god.”
Kasuga continues massaging the shampoo onto his scalp, “I- We got really worried, you passed out! I didn’t wanna think of the worse but- y’know,” he falters, laughing nervously.
“I think Seonhee was about to kill Joon-gi when he got up,” Kasuga mumbles, shuffling them so Kiryu’s under the showerhead.
“Why?” Kiryu says, shutting his eyes as water goes down his face. He’s suddenly aware of how sore his body is
“Joon-gi- he suffocated you! Well, not on purpose, y’know. But still!” Kasuga frowns.
Images of Joon-gi on top of him flash in his head, “Ah,” he remembers, “It was hot.”
“Kiryu-san!” Kasuga whines, then sighs, “You like more intense stuff than I thought.”
Kasuga talks more, filling in the heavy sound of the shower head with the aftermath of their roleplay. Kiryu sways in and out of consciousness, fatigue settling in him hard once more. Once more, he closes his eyes, nestling himself against Kasuga’s body.
——————
When Kiryu woke up properly, tucked into the sheets of his hotel room bed, he was met with a myriad of responses— mostly of concern. Seonhee and Joon-gi gave him too many gifts as an apology for… Joon-gi’s behind. And no matter how many times Kiryu reassures them Seonhee insists on giving him even more gifts.
Though Kiryu thought, he thinks the extra gifts were something Seonhee wanted to do of her own accord.
Nanba ordered him to stay in his room to rest for a day, and Adachi was absent to juxtapose him because he was doing just that— ‘taking a huge fuckin’ nap’ he said. Kiryu wasn’t planning to move much anyways because his ass hurts.
“Besides- that. Did you enjoy it? The roles everyone had kinda fell apart,” Kasuga asks as Kiryu sits on his bed, chewing on a protein bar.
“It was better than I thought,” Kiryu smiles, “I’m glad everyone enjoyed it.”
Kasuga sighs in relief, then perks up, “Oh, right- the video. Do you want Seonhee to delete it or…?”
“Hmm,” Kiryu finishes the peanut butter protein bar and crumples the wrapper in his hand. He answers.
……
“You want to send it to someone?!”
“I told you, I get around, right?”