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Being a teacher had its perks. Bossing around kids, taking control of the lessons, making sure they stayed entertained so all their focus wasn’t drawn somewhere else. It was a liberty most people enjoyed, but they were underpaid and vacation time was scarce. As such, Shinazugawa, Tomioka, Uzui and Iguro had decided to take the night off, going out for drinks to ease some of their stress. Exam season was soon, and Uzui was working expertly diligently with this last art project; he couldn’t wait to see the results.
That bratty Agatsuma had been getting on his nerves recently however, and Shinazugawa shared his sentiment. Tengen was not a heavy drinker, and he also wasn’t a lightweight, but he’d chugged enough beers to half-inebriate him; loosen him up.
From the corner of his eye, he finds Iguro standing next to two girls. One of them Uzui recognizes as a third year student from the school he works at, and the other he doesn’t really know, but she doesn’t look much older than Kocho. What ticks him off, however, is the way they’re both running their dainty little fingers over the planes of Iguro’s arm, touching, feeling on his boyfriend and it looks like the other man isn’t even trying to resist.
“Dude, what the fuck.”
Tengen whips his head around quickly, making eye contact with Shinazugawa. He takes a sip of his beer and clears his throat. “What?” Tengen asks with furrowed eyebrows.
“You’re looking at Kanroji like she’s gonna eat Iguro alive.”
Tengen grunts and turns away. “She might.”
Kanroji stands next to Iguro, her braids bouncing eagerly as she animatedly talks to Obanai. She gets comfortable, running a hand up his arm, and the other girl Shinobu pays no mind to anyone else in the room, instead focusing on his forearm, resting a pale hand against where it’s rolled up. He sees the way his boyfriend twitches at the unwanted attention, and Tengen narrows his eyebrows.
“God, you’re so pathetic.” Sanemi rolls his eyes exasperatedly. “Look, just because a couple of girls are hitting on your boyfriend doesn’t mean he’s gonna go with them.”
“I know,” Tengen grumbles. He scrutinizes the girls, and promptly flips his switch when Shinobu tries grabbing his arm and leading him away. “Fuck.”
Tengen stands up abruptly, leaving his beer forgotten at the table and shakes when he leaves, storming over to his boyfriend. Shinazugawa jumps, muttering a “jesus” under his breath as he turns away.
“Someone’s jealous.” Giyuu quips.
“No shit.” Sanemi huffs, “He’s gonna blow his fuse.”
“I think he already has.”
The bathroom door shuts harshly behind them as Tengen pushes Obanai up against the sink, a hand placing itself over the one Obanai sets on the rim of the counter.
“Hey, hey, hey, wait, what are you--”
Obanai doesn’t get the chance to finish before Tengen’s locking the door and capturing his lips harshly between his own. Tengen’s tongue finds its way inside Iguro’s mouth immediately, the other man opening his mouth pliantly and letting the wet organ roman inside. Iguro moans into his mouth as his boyfriend’s other hand rests on his hip, gripping it tightly.
Uzui pulls back slightly, taking one breath before diving back in, his hips pushing the smaller man up against the bathroom sink and Iguro furrows his brows in discomfort. Obanai reaches a hand up, firmly pushing on Uzui’s chest and the other man pulls back.
“Mmmfg, fuck, w-wait, Tengen--” Obanai says, but barely gets a word out when Tengen places the flat of his hand up against Iguro’s crotch. The smaller man groans, leaning his head back slightly and Tengen dives in immediately, one hand feeling his pussy through his pants and the other untucking his dress shirt. “A-ah, shit, fuck, wait--”
“Mmmn what? ” Tengen groans.
“Why are you-- where is this coming from?”
“Are you kidding?” Uzui groans and dives back in on his neck, sucking hickeys and love bites right above his collarbone. “You’re telling me you didn’t see the way those girls were eyeing you?”
“Mmgh, n-no?” Obanai groans when Tengen sticks a hand down his pants, fondling him through his underwear. “Ah--”
“Come on, they were practically begging for you to come home with them.”
“Mmfg, you don’t know that--”
“I do,” Tengen kisses him again, his tongue mixing into his mouth as he unbuckles his belt. “You know who I am.” A kiss; Iguro moans.
He grabs the underside of Obanai’s legs and hoists him up, his ass hitting the cold marble tile of the bathroom sink. He squeaks surprisedly, his back hitting the mirror harshly and gently shaking the overhead light. He shoves his hands into the waistband of his pants, pulling them down and shucking them off of his hips without any forewarning. Uzui practically rips them off his ankles, hearing the clatter of the belt on the tile floor and Obanai moans at the rather aggressive treatment. Tengen was on a mission; he was going to get what he wanted, and Iguro couldn’t stop him.
Uzui kisses him again, shoving his tongue down his throat and all Iguro can do is comply. He hears Tengen unbuckle his own belt and internally braces himself for what’s coming, even if it isn’t in their usual bedroom.
(He was waiting nonetheless.)
Obanai squeezes his eyes shut as Tengen lets his pants drop to the floor, the other man letting out a hiss at the cold air of the bathroom. It’s chill against his cock, but he doesn’t find it in himself to care when his boyfriend already looks so pliant, sitting there so kindly on the top of the counter. His cunt clenches around nothing, aching for something to fill him. He grips the side of the counter as he rights himself; Tengen just grins as he steps closer and shoves his tongue down his throat..
Tengen’s tongue pushes through his lips, intruding rather rudely against the inside of his mouth. He fights with the other muscle, teeth clacking against teeth and moans escaping Obanai’s mouth that Tengen drinks up with greed. The other man furrows his eyebrows, gripping onto the collar of Tengen’s button up and his thighs twitch when he feels two fingers dip into the heat of his cunt. Iguro groans, feeling the intrusion and pushes back on Tengen so he gets a chance to breathe.
“A- Ah, ”
“Fuck,” Uzui groans, gently scissoring his boyfriend open. This isn’t exactly the most ideal place for a fuck--the germs of the counter, the humbuzz of the light overhead, the grime in the marble wall, but Tengen was not a patient man by any means and frankly, neither was Iguro.
“Bet you wanted them to peg you.” Tengen says as he kisses Obanai again, swiftly pulling his fingers out and lining up his dick with his dripping cunt, “You fucking wanted them to pound you into the sheets with a strap, is that right?”
“N-No, I-- ah!” Obanai moans as Tengen shoves his cock past Obanai’s entrance, his pussy sucking him in tight. “Mmfg, no, that’s not--”
“They can’t fuck you like I can.” Tengen leans in and whispers in Obanai’s ear, pushing him up against the sink and gripping his thigh while he pushes his dick inside of him. Obanai moans loudly in the quiet of the bathroom, the sound reverberating and bouncing off the tile walls, an opulent echo filling Uzui’s sensitive ears. “They can’t shove a real cock in you.”
“T-Tengen,” Obanai moans. He spreads Obanai’s leg wider, pushing in until he reaches the hilt and bottoms out inside of his boyfriend, the latter resting his head back against the mirror and gripping for his shoulder.
“They can’t fill you up to the brim with me, they can’t pound you until you can’t walk.” Tengen pulls out leaving the tip of his dick in before slamming inside of Obanai, the smaller man gasping sonorously as heterochromia eyes gloss over with prurience.
Tengen fucks him torturously slow. Each drag of his cock against his walls, each pull of his hips as they languidly fuck inside his pussy is driving him insane. Sometimes, he forgets just how possessive Tengen can be, how jealous he gets; it was one of the things he loved about his boyfriend, since it made him feel treasured, and he didn’t have to worry about the other man going after someone else.
This time, however, Obanai laments it. If Tengen was going to fuck him, he was going to do it right—even if it was in the shady bathroom of a bar.
Iguro hooks his fingers behind the back of Uzui’s neck and pulls him down in a sloppy kiss, cupping his jaw as he wraps his legs around Tengen’s hips and pulls himself flush against the other man. Uzui sinks to the hilt inside of him, and Obanai moans lowly into his mouth.
“More,” he moans before taking him into his mouth again. Tengen’s tongue pushes inside as he lifts Iguro off the counter, acquiescing without a word as he slams into him, faster, harder, just the way he likes it.
Iguro, he has learned, likes being manhandled. He likes being pounded into like a toy, roughhoused, talked dirty to; who knew he was such a damn harlot in the sheets. On the outside to everyone else, he was a rat-bastard, a pretty boy with a foul mouth and incredible smarts, but in the bedroom where no one else but Tengen, no one else but himself could see the parts of Obanai he doesn’t show; the scars, the way he folds like origami under his touch, the way his cheeks and neck blush red-hot when he speaks to him in that low, sultry tone. In the bedroom, he was reduced to nothing but a dumb slut, and Tengen fucking loved it .
“Come on,” Uzui urged him on. Obanai opens his eyes, balls of peacock and citrine framed by gorgeous lashes. “Beg for it,”
“Mmm, please,” Iguro complains when he starts to feel Tengen slow his pace. No, you big damn bastard. “Please, please, please, give it to me Ten, I’m—mmg,”
Iguro doesn’t have the strength to hold himself up anymore, instead giving soft pathetic whines right into the shell of Uzui’s ear. It’s a sound symphony that he wants to save on record and play on repeat, a sound he could listen to forever. “Please, please,” he begs again, and who was Tengen to deny his lover exactly what he wants?
“Tell me you love me.” He demands with a thrust, and Obanai cracks.
“I— uuugh, I love you, mfg, ”
“Me, just me, right?”
“Yes—yes only you, ah, ah, p-please,”
“No one else. There isn’t anyone else, right?”
“ No, ” he moans, and there are tears in his eyes. Tengen smirks.
“Good.”
He pushes Iguro up against the wall, fucking into him like he had before. Every thrust elicits a cute little “ah!” from his lips in a rhythmic pattern that Tengen can’t get enough of, and the cacophony of skin-on-skin echoes throughout the room. It’s obscene and sexy, just the way they like it, and Tengen knows for damn sure he’s gonna have to take him home after this and properly ravage him.
“ Ah, ah, ah , mmmng, Tengen, hah,”
“Yeah, cmon,”
“I’m close,”
“Me too, fuck, you’re so pretty,”
Obanai leans in, tucking his face right into the crook of Tengen’s neck and just takes, he takes and takes, his back scratching against the raunchy tile wall of the bathroom and pretends to forget that there’s people outside who can most definitely hear them. The thought turns him on just the slightest.
He just hopes the music drowns out the sound of their debauchery.
Tengen fucks into him thrice more, hitting his sweet spot all the same and making him come all over his girthy cock with a low and drawn out moan. Tengen grunts and groans into his ear eventually reaching his limit as his gut twists and he spills inside of Iguro, a string of semen connecting the tip of his dick to Obanai’s pussy as he pulls out of him, but is careful not to let him drop to the floor.
Tengen collects himself while Iguro pants under him, legs falling slack where they were wrapped tightly around his waist, now only held up by the strong and powerful grip Tengen exerts on his thighs.
“…The fuck, man,” Obanai drawls out. “You couldn’t wait?”
“Those girls were gonna eat you alive, I couldn’t let that happen.” For good measure, he sucks a visible love bite onto his neck that Iguro quickly leans into.
“I-I was fine— “
“Yeah, whatever,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the tip of his lips and busies himself grabbing paper towels and cleaning up the mess between his lover’s thighs. Obanai groans, saying he can do it himself, but Tengen ignores him anyway.