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Ryuji's phone rang. He narrowed his eyes at the number on his screen.
Texting Zhigang had been on and off between them since Ryuji claimed he was busy after he landed. Zhigang was curious about Ryuji's plans for the day, eager to dig up juicy details about his private life, even though he already knew Ryuji was spending time with Christopher.
What was there to say? That they were shopping, eating dinner, and fucking between his texts? They were legally married. What did Zhigang expect?
It made sense that Ryuji visited his husband and spent time with him. If Zhigang wanted actual gossip, then watch the news. It wasn't Ryuji's job to give away his activities since Christopher always made sure to silence the media involving them. Rumors tended to spread quickly on a political scale when it involved two countries.
Zhigang wasn't the type to sit back and give up easily.
Ryuji should've blocked him temporarily before realizing the annoying bastard was persistent, since he flew back to the United States, playing the puppy card that he felt abandoned.
Plainly, Zhigang was slightly annoyed that Ryuji denied his video call.
Only five minutes; he wrote to him. He just wanted to see Ryuji's face, since it had been so unbearably lonely after he left. Missed his ass too much to concentrate on anything else. Did he know how ridiculous he sounded?
If that was meant to convince Ryuji, it was the saddest attempt. Knowing Zhigang, Ryuji liked his dramatics and witty humor. It made him laugh once, and maybe brought out a smile.
But this pathetic message wasn't it.
Ryuji preferred a trade, one that benefited both of them.
Honestly? He was curious about Zhigang's blade collection among his private wares, aside from the rice wine stashed away. He desired to face him in battle and test his skills. Trading blows with the dance between their swords would be most exhilarating. Despite their difference in ranks, Ryuji thrived on the thrill of clashing against an opponent who stood at the top of the world.
He'll come up with a plan later. For now, Zhigang wasn't chasing him across the globe. At least, not yet. However, Ryuji was interested to see how it would turn out. He doubted the government would prevent Zhigang from entering the States if good intentions were involved. Causing an international conflict on purpose was another problem that Ryuji didn't want to fall into.
Then again, having two National Level Hunters at his feet?
Not bad.
Not bad at all.
Still, Zhigang? Another variable to deal with.
What a headache.
Ryuji thought the one-night stand was enough to satiate that dragon dick. Rub one out with the infamous 7-Star Hunter since both of them needed a quickie. Then again, it was a careless mistake on Ryuji's part to let himself go awry at these gatherings.
He had much to drink at the after-party and ended up relying on his savior to bring him back to his hotel. Yeah, right. Ryuji was a bit distracted by Zhigang's lips, then drunk-kissing him in the car and back to Zhigang's penthouse, where they continued their conversation with their bodies.
Zhigang was hot, and his mouth was fucking amazing. Strong hands stripped his clothes off before they reached the bed. Their heated mouths connected with desperation and urgency, and both were hard as hell in their pants.
Ryuji was greedy, jerking his hips in obscenity. It had been too long since someone touched him. Zhigang obliged with a charming smile, devouring the righteous man to his heart's content. Titles, history, all of that didn't matter. Passion, pleasure, and every indulgence left Ryuji dethroned in one night.
Bite marks and bruises littered across Ryuji's body, enough to keep them hidden from the public eye. Searing kisses left Ryuji breathless, lips swollen and sucked mercilessly, and he didn't complain as he took Zhigang entirely into his sweet pink whorl, aching most pleasantly. He burned, tormented by Zhigang's unstoppable hunger pressing him into the bed. Ryuji dared to admit that it was almost as good as Christopher's. He set forth a challenge, and Zhigang took the lure.
It ticked Zhigang plenty for the rest of the night, so he decided fucking Ryuji's mouth for the hell of it as retribution. Ryuji didn't have a problem with that, drinking Zhigang's release afterward, and yeah, maybe Ryuji changed his mind. Christopher didn't need to know.
The next morning, Ryuji woke up to a full breakfast spread courtesy of Zhigang's cooking and a promise that the Blade Guild would receive a generous donation into his account as a mere gift. Zhigang hoped to build a long-lasting relationship with him so that if he needed anything, Zhigang could provide.
Ryuji flat-out refused the money. He didn't need handouts. If Zhigang were serious about a relationship, he'd better think of another approach. Coddling Ryuji with gifts and sweet words wasn't enough to persuade his heart. Didn't matter if the sex was great; he had morals to uphold and a "husband" to consider, too.
Some time later, they made a plan. This time, it was Ryuji's idea. Zhigang considered the implications and agreed. With both of them always working, they met again when their schedules aligned and contacted Christopher to surprise him on his birthday.
Zhigang didn't play around when he had Ryuji drooling in front of the camera. As promised, Ryuji was well taken care of, and Christopher? Ryuji didn't hear complaints when Zhigang had him by the hair and reeled him in with one final thrust.
The phone kept ringing.
"You're going to take that? It might be important." Christopher walked out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel and another wrapped around his waist. He didn't look too happy when Ryuji kept staring at it. Perhaps annoyed that there were still people bothering him during off-hours.
"No." Ryuji ignored the buzzing and placed the phone on the bedside table. "I have enough calls for one day."
Even Sugimoto left e-mails in his inbox with documents for review, especially the mysterious money transfer into their account, which Ryuji told him to return to Zhigang immediately.
End of discussion.
Ryuji was also ignoring the one about inviting them to come to Japan. It wasn't a bad idea. The Association wouldn't say no to them, and the Blade Guild would reap the benefits. Despite the attention they brought, Ryuji wanted to keep his personal life intact.
But them in particular? His desires for the men kept growing.
"Work or pleasure?"
"Does it matter?"
Christopher clicked his tongue. "Obviously. Let me guess. Zhigang called?"
"Yes," Ryuji answered lightly. "He misses me."
His marriage to Christopher was a signature on paper, done in private with their lawyers sorting out the details—benefits that granted them citizenship without the drama, free to do as they pleased with their union tying them like heartthrobs. Fooling the public was easy enough. Their affections for each other, well, they let their bodies do the talking even if it meant some good sex with a jealous man every time Zhigang became the center of discussion.
"You must've charmed him so well with your body. Think it's wise to disregard him like a fly?" Christopher snatched Ryuji's chin and turned it to the side, exposing the hunter's neck and the unmistakable hickeys, as well as Zhigang's faint bruise lingering from the last visit.
"Why must I divert my attention away?" Ryuji smiled with a relaxed gaze. "I have you to entertain, husband."
Disappointment ran across Christopher's expression instead. He didn't believe him. Hidden behind Christopher's watch was a temper waiting to burst. He tended to hate it when Zhigang interrupted their time together, but Ryuji knew it was more than a plain disagreement.
They'll have to meet somewhere in the middle.
Having two National Level Hunters in Ryuji's orbit posed some difficulties when butting heads, but Ryuji's marriage to Christopher didn't bother Zhigang the slightest.
Zhigang understood it was a pretense, so he decided to play along and sink his claws in to pull at Ryuji's strings, while footing around Christopher's fiery personality with consideration.
Why hold back when Ryuji proclaimed himself as a willing participant?
Besides, Christopher acknowledged that Zhigang was the only acceptable man who could fuck Ryuji beside him. Their bond was irreplaceable before Ryuji came into the picture.
After the Kamish battle, Christopher and Zhigang still had nightmares about the horrors they had witnessed. They spent time together as a form of healing, sharing a drink to help them forget. Their connection never faded, but there were times when a fight ignited because rules were meant to be broken.
Christopher was a strategist. He knew how to achieve victory as long as his pieces were in play, but Zhigang's personality was brash, unchained. Easy for them to clash, but in the end they knew there was no point in blaming each other. No one could revive the dead. It was a waste of breath and time when they had each other instead.
Jealous? No, it was beneath Ryuji. He wanted to respect that boundary. It was why he also considered having the three of them together. They should find a destination and go on a vacation without worry. He wanted them to unwind, not let the distance prevent them from seeing each other. It would further solidify their relationship.
Of course, duties came first when the gates appeared, but one day.
"What's that look for?" With Christopher's current mood, Ryuji guessed he needed an outlet again.
"I should've punished you for letting him touch you that night."
"Is that so? You agreed to it. Did you forget that you were in on it too? If you hated it that much, then consider ending this," Ryuji responded with the same heat in his voice. He wasn't going to back down because Christopher was unhappy. "Divorce me, then I'll fly back to him, finish where we last left off without you in the picture. Is that what you want?"
"Ridiculous." Christopher would stop at nothing, either. "You think I won't restrain you right in this room without a say in the matter?"
"Try me." Ryuji declared.
If Christopher was going to complain about him spreading his legs for Zhigang, then he could go fuck himself. He didn't need to deal with a child; it wasn't his job to babysit a brat. Christopher should've known what he agreed to. Not jerk off, then bitched after because of some possessiveness that he had going on.
Part of the agreement was also respecting Ryuji's decisions. He was the one deciding who he wanted to spend his time with. After he visited Zhigang, he flew back to Christopher without a second thought.
Had he ever denied Christopher anything? Seeing him like this also sent a throb through Ryuji's prick.
"You won't actually go through with it." Christopher then dragged his thumb over Ryuji's lips, rolling into the wet coral color. Ryuji could suck it if commanded to. Christopher only had to say the word. "You're already this deep in shark-infested waters, baby. You need this; I need you. Every part of your body is mine, signed to the very last dot. I don't mind Zhigang having a piece of you, but you look so damn good swallowing him. You think he's better than me? That he has you moaning like a slut?"
Bait. Ryuji refused to answer and ignored the question. "What do you want, Chris?" His tongue peeked out and gave a fond lick over Christopher's finger. His eyes softened, ready for the next act. He leaned slightly forward, his robe revealing his nipples as intended. "I'm here."
"Isn't it obvious?" Christopher parted Ryuji's bathrobe as it fell down his shoulders. The black tie loosened around his waist, revealing more red blemishes across Ryuji's lean muscles and the half-aroused flesh.
"If my husband wishes to use me, then let us begin."
"Spread your legs. Let's give Zhigang a nice picture."
Ryuji calmed a little since Christopher's anger died down. "Then, why the hell are you acting like an asshole?" He pressed himself back against the headboard, watching Christopher on the bed guiding his legs up. "Mmm..."
Seed dripped out of his used hole. They went at it for hours before. The insatiable appetite threw Ryuji into the throes of orgasms, the energy sucked out of him, and Christopher really, really enjoyed having his cum kept inside him.
"What was that?" Christopher pressed Ryuji's thighs back with a sincere push, expecting him to follow a simple order. He marveled at the twitching crack spilling out the remnants.
"Fuck, stop looking."
"That's right. I want to fuck you. He needs to know how much you've been appreciating my offerings, so keep them like this and give me a show first."
"Making me do all the work again?" Ryuji's heart beat quicker. Christopher kept marveling as Ryuji skimmed the sensitive area. His toes twitched slightly. "So you're going to stop being an asshole now?"
"Yeah, yeah. You're a bit hedonistic, but you care about us. It's really sweet, and you want a good dicking, so don't worry, I can help with that pretty soon." Christopher grabbed his phone and unlocked it to use the camera. "Gods, you got a charming lil' ass begging for another round, huh?" Ryuji started dipping his fingers inside. "Yeah, there we go. You're my good boy, aren't you?"
"I'm your husband." Ryuji's face burned, lips formed a snarl. He spread his pucker open for him.
"Mm, yes you are." Christopher smiled softly, taking pictures for his new album. "Should we renew our vows when the time comes?"
Now that Ryuji had Christopher's attention, the mood improved considerably. Part of Ryuji thought it was a nice idea to consider, but he was more focused on touching himself and widening his legs. "Call Zhigang. Let him see what he's missing out on. Don't you always pride yourself on that nice cock of yours? So put it to good use again."
"Heh, no complaints there." Christopher tapped on the screen several times; a grin played short and sweet on his lips. "I wonder if there are days you don't think about us cumming inside you. Do you ask your Vice-Guild Master to keep you busy? Lower yourself just for a quick fuck?"
Ryuji scoffed at the silly question when he wasn't even interested.
Sugimoto respected Ryuji and his lovers and was more invested in their hereafters. Ryuji carried a bright future, so it was only natural to support him and his unchanging ideals since their first meeting. And with the Blade Guild's notoriety, without Sugimoto's actual interference, they kept climbing to the top and remained worthy of their reputation.
"Does it keep you up at night not knowing what I do with him? Losing sleep over it is bad for your health." There wasn't anything between them that sparked romance straight out of a movie. They worked and fought together, and Ryuji valued Sugimoto's skills both on the field and in the finances. As they recruited other S-Ranks to the team, they concentrated more on how to utilize them and protect Japan.
If Christopher didn't already know, Ryuji had other guilds to deal with that were on his radar. Those particular ones loved to suck up to the Association. It was why those hunters disliked working with Ryuji and his team.
"...I'm only joking. You're easily angered."
"Like yourself?"
Christopher paused, then settled for a straightforward statement. "We don't share."
"Hn, next time we meet, the three of us should agree to a new arrangement."
"I almost think you want us to take you at the same time."
Christopher wasn't wrong when the idea sent a signal straight to his center. Ryuji would accept them, but he didn't always think about the sex. Might as well entertain the thought since Christopher brought it to light. "You doubt me?"
"You won't be able to handle us."
"No? You think I'm weak when I have you both like this. Who else is willing to make you reconsider everything? Could you marry another for the same purpose? I doubt Zhigang would agree to it."
The silence deafened.
Only Ryuji saw the gears turning in Christopher's head.
"There's no other except you," Christopher admitted with genuineness, not to upset Ryuji further. "I can't speak for Zhigang, but I bet he feels the same. You're important to us. Your drive, your strength... How can we deny you? Seeing you on the battlefield gives us a source of pride because—face it—you're an absolute demon. No one is allowed to take you away from us. Not even that shithead of a Chairman who dares covet you in his schemes."
"I can sense your murderous desires."
"Good. Can I kill him?"
"No." Ryuji deadpanned. "Enough about him. That's another discussion for later." He hitched his breath, touching along his inner thighs to bring Christopher's focus.
Christopher agreed, eyes observing like a hawk. They shouldn't waste any more time. "I shouldn't doubt you when we're already so far into this. Let's move on." He pressed a button and waited, hearing Ryuji's snort. The camera moved over Ryuji's upper body, following the hands as they explored without hesitation.
Ryuji rubbed his nipples between his fingers, using Christopher's cum to wet them into a slick state. He tugged on both, swallowing down a gasp as they perked up like buds. His mind ran free, imagining Christopher and Zhigang directing their mouths, diverting their pleasures to drown him right where they wanted him.
Even alone, Ryuji dreamt of their tongues and fingers undoing him when no one could relieve his sexual urges in the middle of the night. He didn't bother letting them know, saving himself from the humiliation that he always had to depend on them.
Ryuji stiffened when he squeezed his own cock, stroking the wet column, and could feel Christopher wanting to consume him this instant. This suppressive mana of a National Level Hunter would make him yield if Christopher willed it. Ryuji had a taste of it once, choked by the shame of letting the energy take away what integrity he had left.
"Taking your time to call him, hm?" Ryuji managed to control his voice.
"You're gorgeous like this. How can I not want you for myself just a bit longer?"
Ryuji hummed in thought, knowing Christopher was recording him first. Precome beaded at the tip, then Ryuji returned to fingering himself until he was down to his knuckle. He stared at Christopher, while adding a second and pushed in, then kneaded his breast with his other hand. Christopher's name departed from Ryuji's vocal cords with a craving to fill the emptiness. Toes curled in. Head arched back, and just enough for Christopher to take a long, hard look and tap the call button.
Zhigang picked up. "Oho, what do we have here? Chris, are you sending me a gift?"
"His idea," Christopher replied. "Better enjoy it."
"T-Took you long enough... Mmmm." Ryuji shoved a third, disregarding the fact that the amount of fluids already inside him was staining the bed. Yet Ryuji couldn't dismiss the fact that, when he caught Christopher removing his towel, he secured a victory.
"Miss me already?" Zhigang seemed cheerier than Ryuji had guessed from their messages. "It seems you two figured something out."
"You're lucky you have a free show. Maybe next time, get your ass over here. What's the point if you're not around when it actually matters?" Christopher seized his dick, palming himself. "Shit..."
"I was actually planning my itinerary before you called. You might see me sooner than you think." Zhigang had already made his move once Ryuji left China. "Did you think I'd stay behind, Ryu-Ryu? That ignoring my call is the only way to avoid me?"
"I..." Ryuji shuddered, then gasped at the delicate spot he prodded. Christopher listened with a crooked smile. "I wasn't ignoring."
"Oh, come on. We both know he's just waiting for us to screw his ass together. He planned this from the start, so don't listen to him." Christopher smacked Ryuji's hands with haste. "Hurry up and roll over, sweetheart. Let's give your boyfriend a pleasant view."
"You're very impatient, Chris," Zhigang spoke with a weighty disapproval. "Be nice to him."
"I'm always nice." Christopher licked his lips, more fired up. "You're never there to see it. He's such a good boy when he's thoroughly fucked and stuffed with my cum."
Ryuji knew not to waste any more time when his body was burning up for some action. Following Christopher's order, Ryuji turned over on his front. He buried his face in the pillow and lifted his hips in invitation as he had previously done—instant gratification as Christopher slipped right in without a second thought, burying deep without measure.
"Oh."
"There we go." Christopher basked in Ryuji's wet heat, claiming his spoils as he plowed right in. Ryuji gasped with a muffled "Fuck" without resistance.
The wet, obscene slaps reverberated as Christopher hit Ryuji's prostate repeatedly. This time, the older man grew ruthless. So focused on each thrust, driving Ryuji further and further towards the edge. It broke every part of Ryuji to hold back before he was a whimpering mess. Everything collided into one single point and grew, pushing Ryuji into the linen sheets until Christopher slowed to a stop.
"Wha-No," Ryuji lamented. He needed this. "Don't stop."
"Feed him with cock, and he eats it up well. Clenching on my dick so good, huh? You want more of that?" Christopher slapped across one buttock, earning a hiss. The surface of Ryuji's flesh convulsed on contact, and Christopher did it again, harder than the first. The pale red color formed and flared. Ryuji tightened around Christopher, leaking more when Zhigang told him to do it again.
"Please..." Ryuji tried to move back, hungry for more.
Christopher tsked. "Now, now. You know that won't do. We have Zhigang watching, so give him a little something extra."
Ryuji knew what Christopher wanted. Christopher preferred it this way, proud of his husband's confidence about his body and the bold air he carried when they had sex. Ryuji always listened, and Christopher returned the sentiment, knowing what Ryuji needed to find satisfaction.
"Pervert..."
"Aren't we all?"
Ryuji's legs eagerly fanned out as his own hands reached behind him, parting his mounds suggestively to show Zhigang exactly his reward. Ryuji liked the expanse stretching him, the fullness filling inside. He wanted Zhigang to see his willingness as he pried further, showing his quivering taint tested, dirtied up as if he'd been used.
"Damn." Zhigang whistled. "Is he always like this with you?"
Christopher gave it a thought, running a hand through Ryuji's hair. "Mostly, but this time, he wants to satisfy you, too. You should know what he's like by now."
"Fuck me." With a pleading note, Ryuji urged, "Please." Because he was definitely thinking about their last night together at Zhigang's place, and with Christopher still impaled inside him, he moved, gaining more friction in desperation.
"Wow, you want this that badly? Honestly, no matter what we do, you can't get enough of it. Mine, Zhigang's... As long as we take care of you, you'll do anything without fail. You're impressive, as your fans say. But do they know the truth about you?"
"Chris." Ryuji inhaled. He didn't have time to feel shy about it when he was long past that point in his life. Good thing they had a strong, effective system to prevent any leak from seeping through the barrier. "Stop wasting time and hurry up...!"
"Ha, ha." Zhigang's breathing sounded labored through the receiver. "He looks divine with you. I admit, I'm a bit jealous that you have him all to yourself."
"My husband knows how to serve me well. And fuck your jealousy. When you're here, we can have some fun big time. Isn't that right, Ryuji?" Christopher's free hand gripped Ryuji's waist, pressing his fingers in with his strength. A bruise would do. He wore a triumphant grin at the beautiful moan.
Ryuji wrapped his arms around his pillow instead, taking Christopher whose balls-deep in him, and Zhigang's praise over the speaker sparked excitement. The wetness dribbled down his thighs with his skin flushed pink across his cheeks.
The creeping feeling in the bottom of Ryuji's stomach kept rising, twisting, yet he wept at the loss when Christopher pulled back after a guttural groan, showing the state of Ryuji's messy hole. Globs of creamy white trickled out.
"Fuck, fuck, I hate you." Ryuji lowered himself, shamelessly rubbing his dick against the bed. He needed to come, too. Christopher was the worst, especially when Zhigang always followed through. Just because Christopher was trying to make it last didn't mean he had to act like a dick about it.
"I know, baby. I know." Christopher fondled Ryuji's arousal as Ryuji bucked into it. "I'm a bit cruel to you." He stroked the prominent vein he was familiar with on the underside, hearing the long, needy whine and legs shaking when Ryuji endeavored to move in Christopher's hand. "You know how Zhigang likes it when you're acting like a bitch in heat."
"Chris!" Ryuji snarled, panting at the loss of heat. Then he tensed up at a different sensation, something like a smooth nub prodding at his bottom. Couldn't say he hated it when Christopher nudged a bit more, making Ryuji almost beg to have anything to open him up. Christopher slid the unknown item downward, where he gave Ryuji's dick some beats. "Mmph! Nnngh! Chris—St-Stop! Ungh!"
"Naughty, Ryu-Ryu. You get off just about everything."
"The hell are you doing?"
"Want to rub on it?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"Fuck you," Ryuji snapped back, his head turned. He saw Zhigang's face on the screen, a faint smear of precome across the hunter's smile as Christopher held the smartphone up with such innocence. "You're insufferable... Is this one of your weird kinks again?"
"Eh." Christopher shrugged. "I got plenty of replacements, so no big deal."
"Don't be embarrassed, Ryu-chan," Zhigang said as a matter of fact. "You've been an exceptional husband so far."
Ryuji wasn't sure how to respond. Was that about Christopher, or did Zhigang consider himself one as a joke? Either way, National Level Hunters were certainly out to ruin his life in more good ways than the bad.
"You don't hate it," Christopher commented.
Ryuji ended up distracted by the same feeling gliding along his intimates with Christopher's phone again. Startled by how arousing it became in seconds again, his body's temperature rose, and an illicit sound slipped out like a drip of honey. The crown of his cock drifted side to side along the display. Ryuji pursed his lips together, and a jolt shot up his spine as Christopher tapped his erection.
"Fucking hell, Chris." Ryuji spilled a thin trail.
Christopher knew he would have Ryuji's approval and beamed. "Let's go, baby. We're waiting."
Ryuji snatched Christopher's phone out of his hand with a whiff of angry air exhaled through his nose. Did he seriously think he would hold off like some scared kitten? "Asshole. I should kill you for this."
"My, my. You should've fucked his mouth first," Zhigang noted with a veil of amusement, while Christopher shared the idea of Ryuji sucking them both off next time.
Ryuji ignored them and figured he might as well do the work himself, setting the phone down between his legs as he sat on his hind legs and sliding his rump over the screen.
Cum dripped, smearing purposely with every gyration of Ryuji's hips. He picked out the wolf whistle from Zhigang before he stroked his erection and toyed with his anus simultaneously. Ryuji was too caught up in his own world to care whether the men saw everything. He concentrated solely on himself to the brink where his gut wrenched, and his release matched Zhigang's with strong spurts.
The mobile was covered in white splatters. Ryuji panted for a moment to recover, his chest heaving from the high. "Idiot..." He planned on making Christopher pay for this when he could. "Should've cut your dick off when I had the chance."
"Aw, don't be like that. You know I always take care of you in the end. Come here." Christopher returned to him a second time, bringing Ryuji's face towards him and smashing their lips together. It didn't matter if Christopher didn't have his cellphone on him. He lifted Ryuji against his chest instead, letting him sink into his awaiting arousal.
Ryuji's eyes went wide, then he settled into the warmth quite nicely; contentment washed over him like a blanket. He fell into a blur as Christopher grabbed his legs apart for another round. Lips latched onto the juncture of Ryuji's neck, savoring the delectable sounds like a melody strummed from a harp, then marking his husband red with a bite. Again, Ryuji gasped, leaning his head back.
"You two will be the death of me," Zhigang remarked with a long sigh, longing to be present at their sides. "What am I going to do?"
"Shut up and listen," Christopher grunted over and over, pounding into Ryuji faster with a nasty grin. He kept Ryuji's legs back, slamming into the sweet spot like a possessive beast. Cock bouncing, Ryuji faced Christopher's generosity, completely reveling in how exemplary it felt to have his husband inside him.
Christopher's appetite was incredibly excessive. Call it an addiction, maybe. He had an overwhelming stamina that kept Ryuji locked in place.
"You like that, don't you? My dearest... dearest love."
"Y-Yes."
"Are you-mmm-going to beg for Zhigang's too?"
"Please." Ryuji's muscles trembled. He couldn't anymore when he faced an onslaught of pleasure racking up his frame. "Zhigang, I need... Mmm-You-Ah! Haa, haa...! N-No, no. Chris-Chris, nnngh... Fuck, no more. Oh fuck—"
Everything went into pure white.
"You heard him, Zhigang. We'll see you soon."