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Rikai was currently in a predicament. Worse still, he had essentially allowed it—in fact, he permitted for all the pieces to be arranged that led to this terrible moment, due to his own lack of foresight.
He should've known it would end up like this.
“Rikai, you've been awfully quiet. Don't you want to join in the conversation? Maybe sample some rosé?” Terra asked brightly, their elbows set upon the small table and their face in their hands. Their cheeks were flushed a soft but noticeable pink from how much wine they'd already had.
“While I agreed to this meeting, I think it's best if I still avoid alcohol,” Rikai answered, trying his best to keep the strain out of his voice. Terra looked all the world like they were just keeping with polite conversation, but under the table, a foot clad in silky stockings was caressing Rikai's ankle and sliding up the curve of his calf in a way that was not at all polite. Worse still, Terra wasn't the only one at the table currently enjoying watching him squirm.
“Are you sure?” Although he was trying to mimic Terra's blissfully innocent look, Iori's smile had something too sharp to it as he gazed at Rikai, eyes mirthful. “I can get us more wine any time you’d like. If Amahiko trusted us with his dear student, certainly we're qualified to enlighten you a bit to the art of drinking, right?”
“Right!” Terra said, beaming at Iori for a brief second. “I even made Iori do some wine making recently, when I wanted to go forward with that branding venture…”
Rikai tried very hard to seem like he was listening to Terra describing their plans for Terra branded wine as an excuse to expose the public to more of Terra's beauty, but the state of things under the table was undoubtedly getting worse—Iori’s foot, also sans shoe, was teasing at where his crisp white pants were tucked into his boots. When Iori finally freed up the fabric just a bit, he dove in to slide the side of his foot against Rikai's bare skin. Rikai's shoulders practically jumped up to his ears, and he knew just from the sensation that his cheeks were turning bright red.
“Hm?” Ah, Rikai thought, what a terrible time for Terra to actually be torn away from talking about themselves. “Rikai, are you feeling okay?” Despite that sweetly curious expression on the surface, Terra's foot went back to exploring as well, sliding daringly to Rikai's thigh.
“I'm f-f-f-fine!!” He nearly shouted, forcing his shoulders back down to a normal height. At least he hoped it was a normal height. He still felt tense. He thought about giving up and running—not out of cowardice, of course, but due to the fact that the other option was trying to describe what Terra and Iori were doing to him, and that was out of the question, not least of all because the two would certainly joyfully deny any wrongdoing—and pretending this never happened, but he thought of that morning, with Amahiko, when this whole sordid plan was spouted.
“Why not practice talking to girls with some of our sexy housemates?” Amahiko smiled and snapped, looking proud of the idea he had just floated.
“Tal-t-t-talking to girls??? Wait, with the others in the house?! T-t-that's—none of them are girls!!” Rikai knew his cheeks were turning pink, even though the idea was also preposterous. There was no way he could get experience flirting with the other charismas! Beyond the issue that none of them were women, there was first and foremost the obvious problem of the plan involving flirting with their housemates!! Unthinkable!! How was Rikai meant to keep looking them in the eyes day to day after doing something so scandalous!?
“Tsk, tsk, Rikai. That's fairly close-minded for a student of the World Sexy Ambassador to say, you know.” Amahiko's serious tone made Rikai settle down and listen at least a bit—he had agreed to trust his sensei, after all. “Gender and sexuality are a complicated, sexy spectrum. You ought to share more with your sexy housemates, Terra could really enlighten you to beauty transcending gender on many fronts…” Amahiko closed his eyes and made a soft groan, obviously reminiscing about something that would make Rikai absolutely faint. “Regardless, though, are you afraid of a bit of flirting between men?”
“Fl-fl-fl-ffflllli—” Rikai choked, the words turning into a jumble in his mouth. “Men?! And fl-fl—talking to them in that way—” His face was for sure absolutely bright red at this point. To make matters worse, Amahiko sidled even closer, smiling in that seductive way…
“We can practice a bit first, you and I, if you’d like.”
He shouldn’t have agreed to practicing flirting with his sensei, which had obviously left his defenses down to ultimately agree to this terrible situation—for reasons he didn’t want to think too deeply about, with Amahiko’s warm hand on his thigh and that deep voice in his ear, it had been much harder to resist. Somehow, Amahiko had made it sound like a brilliant idea—something Rikai might even dare to admit he wanted—to talk to Terra and Iori over wine again. It had sounded more reasonable at the time, being able to practice rebutting their volleys about his difficulties holding hands or k…ki…well, he had thought, maybe they wouldn’t bring up kissing this time around.
How foolish he’d been.
Why was it so hard to think straight with Amahiko talking to him like that!? Of course Terra and Iori, of all people, would make this excruciatingly lewd and embarrassing!
“Ehh, he's not even listening to us,” Terra commented, foot sliding further up Rikai’s thigh, getting dangerously close to a certain body part that was currently refusing to behave. “How mean, after we agreed to help with this, huh?”
“Mmhm, you're so right Terra. He won't even drink with us. Even though he's enjoying himself…” Iori giggled at Terra, and, without any warning, he went and put his foot against that particular unruly body part of Rikai’s! “We’re carrying this whole date ourselves.”
“D-dAAATE!?” Rikai felt like he was going to cough up blood.
“Well duh. Aren't we playing with you under the table and everything?” Terra asked, as if it were obvious.
“GGHGH—UNDER THE—YOU—!!! YOU MEAN YOU'RE BOTH PURPOSEFULLY T-T-TOUCHING—AAAGH!!” Rikai wanted to get up, but he found his legs terribly weak, even more so when Iori gently rolled the side of his foot against where his erection was trapped against his thigh by his pants. This was more direct touching than he'd ever dealt with at this point, and it was hardly even direct—even through the layers of clothes, the contact made his head swim.
“How cute. It's been a while since either of us could really get a date, so it's nice of Amahiko to hand over his cherry boy for a little play time, right?” Terra giggled. Rikai was attempting to choke out an offended reply to “cherry boy,” but he couldn't manage to do much more than make odd squawks. “Seeing this side of you almost makes me believe you that you're not an M, too, Iori.”
“That's because I'm not an M.” Iori answered easily, running the ball of his foot over Rikai’s hardness in a way that made him nearly jump, still looking terribly tense across the table from the two of them.
“Uh-huh. Y’know, Rikai, you're very cute, but you won't get much practice if you don't talk to us. How cruel to be on a date with the beautiful Terra and not spend your time complimenting their beauty at every opportunity. Do you even get who's flirting with you? Amahiko should tell you more about how to treat girls that are clearly out of your league. You have to be super, super nice, okay~?”
“Guh,” was the best reply Rikai could manage.
“See, not like that at all! You should be telling me how beautiful I am, or thanking me for deigning to touch someone such as yourself, especially when you're being a little pervert~.” As if to prove their point, Terra moved their foot to Rikai's erection too. Their toes bumped against the head with little finesse, but it was so easy to get Rikai worked up that it hardly mattered.
“I'm not the one being p-p-pervers—nghhh! Stop at once!!” Rikai attempted, at this point so flustered that he was red to the very tips of his ears. Iori and Terra would've both been okay with putting down money on a bet that the blush traveled far past the collar of his turtleneck, too. In fact, Rikai’s entire ensemble was a bit suffocating in this atmosphere, although obviously getting less dressed was hardly a solution to the current issue.
“Hmm? Stop what?” Iori asked, running his foot against Rikai even as he spoke. “I'm a loyal slave, so I'll do whatever you tell me, but you need to be clear.” Rikai bit back the urge to call him a bastard. Probably not the best move when such delicate body parts were already in close contact with Iori's foot.
“St-stop…” Rikai took a shaky breath. He steeled himself. He could do this! He was in the right here! “STOP WITH SUCH LEWD AND SCANDALOUS BEHAVIOR TOWARDS YOUR OWN HOUSEMATES! THIS IS UNBECOMING OF TWO PEOPLE WHO AGREED TO HELP SOMEONE OUT! FURTHERMORE, EVEN IF THIS WERE A DATE THIS IS DEEPLY INAPPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR FOR PEOPLE WHO AREN'T BETROTHED!!!” “...Ehhh?” Terra whined, raising an eyebrow. “Hm?” Iori looked just as puzzled.
“We’re not, like, doing anything lewd, though?” Terra said, as if they were wholly disconnected from their own body, considering that, at the same time, they very purposefully wriggled their toes against the obvious bulge in Rikai's pants.
“Y-Y-YOU!!! YOU ALREADY ADMITTED IT! YOU SAID IT YOURSELF! THAT YOU'RE P…P…UNDER THE TABLE! YOU'RE P…PPPPLLL…aaAAA…LYING ON TOP OF ALL THIS! INCORRIGIBLE!!!” Rikai slammed a fist on the table, making the wine glasses wobble. Iori and Terra, however, seemed unmoved. If anything, they looked like they were holding back laughter! Rikai opened his mouth to continue the lecture, but sudden pressure from the heel of Iori's foot against his balls made him trail off into a squeak. He was still at a terrible disadvantage here, he realized, biting down on his lower lip.
“I dunnooo,” Terra drawled. Rikai's stomach twisted oddly. He had a premonition that somehow, things were about to get worse. How that was even possible was beyond him… “Aren't you the one at the table being kind of a pervert?”
“WHAT!?” Rikai moved to argue, but Iori once again put that warning pressure on his sensitive spots, causing him to sit back, face still aflame. “M-M-ME!?”
“Yeah, you're the one getting all unnecessarily turned on at the table…I don't see anyone else being weird.” Terra continued, smiling wickedly. “I can't see anything else going on, after all…” As if to add insult to injury, Terra ran their foot lightly over the length of Rikai's erection, giggling a bit when Rikai could do nothing but make a choked little sound, his hips jerking forward into the touch unconsciously. It was a bit admirable that he'd launched into such a speech when he was clearly so stimulated he was close to seeing stars.
“Iori…” Terra leaned over to their partner in crime as if they were about to whisper conspiratorily, although Rikai could obviously still hear them when he was right across the table. “He doesn't even know, huh?”
“Haha, I don't think he does. Who would've told him?” Iori responded cheerfully, taking a sip of wine. Any urge to scold them for drinking more than was healthy was overruled by how badly Rikai wanted to know what they were talking about, though.
“So he totallyyyy doesn't know right? That he's the one who looks like a total pervert right now?”
“W-W-WH—”
“Your nipples totally stand out when you get too turned on, Rikaiii,” Terra informed him cheerfully. They giggled behind their hand, eyes sharp as they gazed across the table. “We're just having polite conversation at the table and you're getting so worked up we can see them through your top.” Rikai didn't dare look down to confirm. No way, right? Certainly they were making this up to mess with him…the thought that anyone looking on at the current scene would pin him as the pervert was unthinkable! That must have been how it looked, though…with Iori and Terra's touches concealed under the table, it really must look like he was getting too worked up over nothing while across the table from two of his unfairly attractive, tipsy roommates. His eyes fluttered shut, almost beyond his own control. He was getting too overheated, and his mind was starting to feel fuzzy…it was getting hard to focus with his heartbeat thudding in his ears…He wanted to fight back, but how could he? He could barely get his mouth to express the type of vocabulary needed to solve this puzzle…Maybe it wasn't so bad to just back out and—
“Ngahh!?” His eyes popped open and he jumped as Iori's clever fingers pinched at one of his hard nipples through the fabric of his turtleneck. No, he was done for…there was no escape…He shut his eyes more tightly this time, trying to pretend the sound coming from him wasn't a whimper as Iori dared to twist a bit, the shock of sensation making his hips jump again. Too much…it was all far too much! It felt like he could hardly control his body, his hips jerking forward into the touch of his housemates. The friction and pressure made his eyelids flutter. He didn't even want to think about how his face might look, grateful that his heartbeat was all but drowning out the whines that kept escaping his throat.
“Cute.” He thought it was Terra that said that, but it was hard to tell. It was as if he was hearing everything from far away…the stimulation was simply too…too stimulating! A cruel, perfectly manicured hand reached out and flicked at his other pert nipple, and he was done for. His hips jerked again, once, twice, three times…and he was shaking, almost whiting out as he throbbed in his pants, dampness quickly spreading through the denim. For a few beats, it was deathly silent. Terra and Iori both pulled their feet away from him, finally, something he was almost hysterically thankful for in the bliss of the afterglow. The only sound for a while was his own heavy breathing.
It was only when he finally pried his eyes open again that he realized they had fallen shut. Iori and Terra, across the table, looked…oddly impressed? Far too excited for what had transpired, for sure, but Rikai couldn't find any energy within himself for another lecture. In fact, he could hardly find the energy to hold proper posture at the time being…He felt light headed and a bit boneless, like the easiest thing in the world would be to simply melt down into his seat and fall asleep at the table.
“Wow.” Iori muttered, absolute glee coloring his tone.
“Amahiko really did find himself a Miracle Boy, huh…” Terra said, sighing wistfully. “How fun…”
Before they could say anything else embarrassing, and before the bone-deep tiredness that was soaking into his limbs overtook him completely, Rikai decided he had to put an end to this. Or, well, more of an end than his housemates had already caused…
“I! Am going to bed!” He announced, the sentence finishing a bit weaker than he would've preferred. It didn't matter right now. He needed to be away from this situation as soon as possible, in order to start putting it behind him as soon as possible! He stood up from the table stiffly. The motion unfortunately reminded him of the fairly sizable damp patch soaked through his underwear and jeans, making him realize with dismay what the walk back to his own room was going to be like. He tried to ignore the rather obvious bout of giggles from Iori and Terra as he struck out of the dining room with a rather bow-legged, awkward walk.
“Hm? No more lessons that involve the other housemates?” Amahiko looked shockingly crushed about Rikai's exclamation. The World Sexy Ambassador had been rather excited, at first, when his student had asked to talk about his experience with Iori and Terra, after all, especially after the other two had shared some very sexy details with him themselves.
“Absolutely not!”
“But it sounded like you had a very sexy time, right?”
“It—wgh—THEY TOLD YOU ABOUT IT!?”
“Of course! I asked them to report back about my dear student! Are you sure you don't want more of their assistance? I think they'd be happy to help you with your stamina.”
“No way! Absolutely no way!” Rikai shook his head, barely holding himself back from blowing his whistle.
“Aha, well, I can always give you some hands-on lessons myself!”
“Sensei! Please be serious!! I really don't think I can do…such activities again! Especially with any of the housemates!”
“No, no, you're right.” Amahiko nodded, stroking his chin in contemplation. “It was irresponsible of me to leave my precious student on his own…that's why next time, this Amahiko will accompany you!”
“Thank goodness, I'm glad you underst—n-NEXT TIME!?”