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The trio sat on the bed, silently engrossed in the same novel as the record player played softly in the background.
Korekiyo sat against the headboard, holding one of his favourite graphic novels in his lap as his partners sat on either side of him, reading along with him and gently tapping on his shoulders when they were ready for him to turn the page.
This scene, bathed in the warm, orange light of their bedroom, was Korekiyo’s favourite part of the day; he got to be surrounded by the people he loved, reading a book that he loved, while music he loved played in the background.
As the record came to a stop and the needle rose, Rantaro pressed a kiss against Korekiyo’s temple and softly asked, “Did you want me to restart it baby?”
“No, it’s alright, love,” the anthropologist hummed, kissing Rantaro on the cheek before turning to look at his other partner, “Unless Kirumi wanted to keep listening?”
“I’m alright, darling,” Kirumi smiled, looking at the boys she loved as she placed her hand over Korekiyo’s. “Thank you for asking.”
Korekiyo smiled back, having removed his mask in preparation for bed. Rantaro and Kirumi loved it when the anthropologist had started removing his mask around them; he was so cute, having so many small reactions and expressions that would’ve been impossible to notice otherwise.
Like right now, when he turned back to his book, his tongue sticking out slightly in concentration as he read his favourite chapter for the umpteenth time, trying to savour every detail and catch anything he may have previously missed. Kirumi and Rantaro locked eyes and smiled at one another, feeling incredibly grateful to have both Korekiyo and each other in their lives.
The anthropologist suddenly placed his bookmark in the book, closed it, and passed it to Kirumi, who placed it on the bedside table. Korekiyo stretched before shuffling past Rantaro out of bed, exposing his nearly-naked form to his partners, as he was only in his boxers.
“I’m just heading to the bathroom, you two can carry on without me.” he lazily remarked as he headed down the hall, clearly expecting them to get ready for bed.
Instead, the two slid closer together, speaking in hushed tones as Korekiyo was just in the next room over.
“God, he’s so cute…” Rantaro gushed, his hand resting on Kirumi’s bare thigh, who was also only in her underwear, a black bra and matching panties.
“I don’t believe I’m quite ready for bed yet…” Kirumi trailed off, letting her hand rest on the waistband of Rantaro’s boxers, the only clothing he had on.
“Oh? What were you thinking of, Mimi?” Rantaro asked, smiling as she shook her head at his use of a terrible nickname.
“I believe I’d want to…play with him, and tie him up…” she breathed, feeling herself become aroused as the image of Korekiyo in bondage appeared in her mind.
“Fuck, that would be nice…” Rantaro mumbled, feeling his cock twitch in his boxers as he also pictured Korekiyo.
“But…I’d also want you…to play with me…” the maid whispered, glancing away from the survivor as she spoke.
Rantaro chuckled to himself; the three of them had been together for over a year, and yet Kirumi was still so easily embarrassed when it came to her own sexual needs.
“Here, Mimi. Let’s get everything ready for when Kiyo comes back, and then I’ll play with you, okay?” he asked sweetly, pressing a kiss against her cheek as he rubbed at her inner thigh, letting his hand graze her panties ever so slightly.
Kirumi bit back a whine, but she nodded, and began rooting through the bedside drawer.
As Korekiyo spit out the last of his toothpaste, he stared at himself in the mirror, taking in his own reflection. As he looked himself up and down, he decided his hair could use another brushing, and quickly reached for his favourite comb.
Korekiyo’s hair was a symbol of pride for him, and as such, he always took very good care of it; including using specialty products, getting scalp massages (usually from Rantaro), and very frequent brushing.
Just as he was combing through his last section, he heard a sound from the bedroom. He paused, listening for it again.
He could hear Kirumi moaning.
He nearly dropped his comb as he felt his pulse quicken, his cock throbbing in his boxers as he thought of what Rantaro was doing to her.
He quickly set the comb down on the counter and walked back to the bedroom, poking his head into the doorway before stepping in.
Rantaro was sitting up against the headboard, with Kirumi straddling his lap. He could see that her bra had been removed, and that based on the sounds they were making, Rantaro was sucking on Kirumi’s nipple, letting his free hand grope at her other breast.
Korekiyo felt his cock harden as he watched them, tempted to masturbate to the scene from the hallway, before he took a breath and entered the room, walking up to the end of the bed and crawling over to his partners.
Rantaro pulled his mouth away from Kirumi’s breast as he greeted Korekiyo with a passionate kiss, Kirumi’s hand moving from Korekiyo’s shoulder to his ass as she squeezed it, making the anthropologist moan against the survivor’s lips.
“Hey, Princess,” Rantaro breathed, his hand resting on Korekiyo’s hip as he noticed the bulge in his boxers. “Did you hear Mommy and Daddy from the bathroom?”
Korekiyo shuddered at Rantaro’s words; he loved being feminised during sex, and his partners knew he also had a weakness for referring to them as Mommy and Daddy.
“Y-yes, Daddy…” Korekiyo whined, looking down in embarrassment as his face flushed.
“Come here, sweetheart.” Kirumi said warmly, moving off of Rantaro’s lap to kneel beside the anthropologist. She spread her arms out and Korekiyo gladly let her hug him, leaning down to suck at her other nipple as she petted his hair.
Korekiyo felt like he could practically melt, until his hand brushed against something between Kirumi’s legs. As he looked down, he realised that she had a harness and strap-on over her panties.
“Did my baby girl finally notice?” Kirumi teased, her hands once again groping Korekiyo’s ass as her fingers moved towards his hole.
“Mommy…” he breathed, his cock leaking precum as the maid pulled his boxers down, allowing him to step out of them before she tossed them aside.
“Lay down for Mommy and Daddy, baby,” Kirumi gently ordered, shuffling over to kneel at the end of the bed as Rantaro rose to his knees at the headboard, quickly removing his boxers in the process.
Korekiyo shivered before obeying, laying down on his stomach facing Rantaro as he felt Kirumi spread his legs apart before shuffling between them, the head of her strap-on poking at his ass.
The anthropologist looked up to see Rantaro holding his erect cock out just above Korekiyo’s mouth, a sinister smile spread across his face as the two locked eyes.
“Be a good slut for Daddy, Princess.” the survivor cooed, stroking his partner’s hair as Korekiyo whined, taking Rantaro’s cock in his mouth as his eyes rolled back in pleasure.
Rantaro bit his lip as Korekiyo’s tongue swirled around his erection, looking over at Kirumi and nodding to her as she spread the anthropologist’s ass open; the survivor’s hand clenched in Korekiyo’s hair as he muttered out,
“You’re gonna take Mommy’s cock like a good girl, aren’t you?”
The anthropologist’s back arched as he moaned, the tip of Kirumi’s strap-on pressing against his hole; they knew he was always prepped, ready to take either of their cocks at a moment’s notice. Kirumi’s hands dug into Korekiyo’s hips as she thrust into him, causing her partner to loudly gasp and whine at the sensation.
“Good girl…” Kirumi praised, her hands moving to massage at the anthropologist’s ass as she gently rocked her hips back and forth.
“Taking us like such a good slut…” Rantaro mumbled, letting go of Korekiyo’s hair as he smoothed it down along his scalp.
Korekiyo was a moaning mess, grinding his aching cock against the mattress as he was fucked from both ends; he felt like he was melting, the mix of praise and humiliation being too much to bear as he bent his knees, lifting his hips up to allow himself to properly masturbate.
“Did Mommy and Daddy say you could touch yourself, Princess?” Rantaro teased, pulling Korekiyo by the hair to look up at him.
“N-no, Daddy, but pleas-”
“You wanna be a brat and disobey? You’re gonna get punished for that, you pathetic slut.” Rantaro growled, knowing his harsh tone would only turn the anthropologist on more.
Korekiyo loudly whined, but continued to jerk himself off, desperate for relief. He felt Rantaro’s grip on his hair tighten as a warning, but couldn’t bring himself to stop until Kirumi paused her thrusting.
“Let her cum before you punish her.”
Rantaro paused, considering Kirumi’s offer, before he pulled Korekiyo’s mouth back to his erection, pulling his head in turn with the bucking of his hips as he fucked the anthropologist’s face.
“Hope you’re ready to be punished like a dirty girl, Princess.” the survivor growled as Korekiyo let out a loud moan, playing with his cock as Kirumi began roughly thrusting into him; the anthropologist’s partners locked eyes with one another, knowing that Korekiyo liked it rough, and that a proper punishment was still in order.
The anthropologist knew he was about to cum, and from the way he breathed against Rantaro’s cock and tensed under Kirumi’s touch, they could also tell.
“Cum for Mommy like a good girl, sweetheart…” Kirumi praised, breathing heavily as she continued to fuck her partner’s ass, spanking the sensitive skin as she did so.
With a muffled cry, Korekiyo orgasmed, his cum spraying onto the sheets beneath him as he choked on Rantaro’s cock, feeling utterly ruined.
The survivor pulled his cock out of Korekiyo’s mouth, letting his partner lay down on the bed as he pet his head, looking across the bed to see Kirumi pulling out, and pressing soft kisses against the anthropologist’s lower back.
“You did so well, baby…” Rantaro mumbled, petting Korekiyo’s soft hair as Kirumi shuffled over to him.
She took Rantaro’s jaw in her hand and gently kissed him, before turning to the anthropologist.
“Such a good boy…Do you need anything, sweetheart?” she asked, rubbing small circles on his back.
When she got no reply, she glanced over at Korekiyo’s turned-away face, a sweet smile spreading across her face before she turned back to Rantaro, mouthing the words, “He’s asleep” to her partner.
Rantaro’s eyes trailed towards the ceiling, focusing on the hook that hung above them as Kirumi’s gaze followed; the pair locked eyes, and sharing a knowing look, started to execute their punishment.
Korekiyo awoke with a stir, his eyes snapping open as he found himself unable to move and, more concerningly, floating in the air.
As he processed the situation, he looked down to see Rantaro, on their bed, laying naked against the headboard as Kirumi straddled his lap, also naked, with her fingers tugging at the anthropologist’s nipples.
He tried to ask them what they were doing, but quickly realised he was unable to speak, his mouth having been stuffed with some sort of material.
“Oh, good morning, Sunshine,” Kirumi cooed, letting her thumbs stroke at his hard nipples as she looked innocently into Korekiyo’s eyes, “How do Mommy’s panties taste?”
Korekiyo whined, his cock twitching as he struggled against the bindings, realising that his thighs and ankles were tied together; his wrists were also tied behind his back, the rope leading from them to his ankles, where it then travelled upwards to hang from the hook on the ceiling.
“Be careful, Princess,” Rantaro said with a teasing tone. “We wouldn’t want you to fall…”
Korekiyo whined again, before loudly moaning as Kirumi’s mouth wrapped around his nipple, sucking gently at the hardened flesh as the anthropologist tried his best to stay still.
As Kirumi pulled away, Rantaro’s hands firmly gripped her hips, and he smirked at Korekiyo as he let Kirumi slide onto his erection.
“Hope you’re ready for your punishment, Princess.”
The anthropologist could only whine as he watched Kirumi take Rantaro’s cock, her head falling back in pleasure with a small gasp as she bounced in the survivor’s lap, making sure to keep as much eye-contact with Korekiyo as she could.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” the maid panted, groping at her bouncing chest. “Mommy’s not that mean…I’ll still touch you…”
Korekiyo knew she was teasing him, but he still felt disappointed as she went back to rubbing at his nipples, ignoring his aching cock and overall desperation to join his partners.
Kirumi simply smirked at him, before licking her fingers and moving her hand down to masturbate, biting the back of her other hand to quiet her moans. This only made Korekiyo moan loudly behind his gag, as he wanted nothing more than to service her with his mouth as she took Rantaro’s cock.
“R-Rantaro…” she panted, her back arching as her head fell back, her hand frantically rubbing at her clit. “Y-you’re going to make me c-cum…!” she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand as she came, riding out her orgasm as her muffled moans filled the room.
Korekiyo felt like he was being tortured. He desperately wanted to touch his partners, to give Kirumi the aftercare he knew she loved but never asked for, but he could only hang there and watch as Rantaro continued to fuck her, chasing his own orgasm as the maid’s body shook from overstimulation.
Korekiyo came in his boxers, untouched, as he watched Rantaro cum inside Kirumi; from the muttered cursing, the biting of his lip, and the groan of relief as his body fell back against the headboard, Korekiyo thought he looked absolutely beautiful, and was unable to stop himself from practically screaming around his gag as his body twitched against his restraints.
Rantaro and Kirumi, knowing that he had cum along with them, caught their breaths; but, the maid was quick to remove the gag from Korekiyo’s mouth, immediately pressing her lips against his in a hungry kiss.
Once she pulled back, he noticed Rantaro tie off the used condom and throw it in the trash, before he stood and turned to Korekiyo, also kissing him gently but passionately.
“Are you okay, baby?” the survivor asked softly, as he and Kirumi removed the rope from the hook, carefully lowering Korekiyo to the bed as they began untying him.
“Y-yes.” the anthropologist panted, leaning into his partners’ touch as he caught his breath.
“I hope it wasn’t too intense, sweetheart…” Kirumi mumbled, quickly undoing the ropes around Korekiyo’s hands.
“No, it w-wasn’t. I know I talked, about wanting you two, to torture me or do things while, I’m asleep,” the anthropologist explained, his breathing finally calming down as Rantaro rubbed at his back. “It was really mean, but I-I really liked it.”
“We’re happy to hear that, darling,” Kirumi said, untying Korekiyo’s ankles as he rolled over onto his back, rubbing at his wrists. The maid pulled down his boxers, and reached into the bedside drawer for a pack of wet wipes, which she used to carefully clean any of Korekiyo’s cum that was still on his skin.
“We’d never wanna do something that you wouldn’t want, baby,” Rantaro added, picking up the anthropologist in his arms as Kirumi quickly cleared off the bed, pulling back the sheets before Rantaro placed Korekiyo’s head against his pillow, the two of them tucking him in.
“You can sleep, sweetheart. We’re just going to clean up a-”
“Can you please leave it for the morning?” Korekiyo whined, looking between his partners with innocent eyes, “I wanna cuddle with you two…”
Kirumi and Rantaro could’ve died at the sight of Korekiyo, his hair matted to his forehead with sweat, his face flushed pink as he looked at them so sweetly, practically begging for their affection.
With no care about getting re-dressed, the two crawled into bed on either side of the anthropologist, and with a final round of kisses for all, the trio drifted into sleep, comfortable in each other’s arms.