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He heard Satoru's shameless moan right from the doorstep. So they had started without him.
Suguru wasn't too worried. Toji would probably make him wait anyway.
As he took off his shoes, he heard the telltale smack of Toji's hand against Satoru's ass, followed by an even louder cry from Satoru. Clearly, Toji wasn't holding back. With slight trepidation, Suguru entered the living room.
The TV was on, showing a baseball match. A few feet in front of it was a large coffee table, and a couch, where Toji sat, casually rubbing the pink ass cheeks of a bratty teenager sprawled across his lap. No one would guess him to be the strongest sorcerer.
Toji glanced at Suguru as he entered.
'Why did you stop?' Satoru's voice asked impatiently from where his head was dangling over Toji's knee, facing the other direction. 'Is it Suguru?'
Toji replied with a hard smack. 'I'll go at my own pace, brat.
‘And yes’, he said, hitting Satoru again on the thigh, ‘it’s your friend.’
‘Oh’, Satoru said breathlessly, as Suguru felt his pussy get wet, ‘he’s late. Punish him.’
Toji smirked, looking at Suguru, who scowled at Satoru’s behind.
‘I will do what I want, now shut up’, Toji then said. ‘And you’, he leered at Suguru, ‘strip.’
Suguru sometimes wished he could be as bratty as Satoru often was around Toji, but he was shamefully weak to the stronger, more insistent urge to submit and do as he was told instead. Honestly, in the end he couldn’t complain. Already his underwear had started feeling uncomfortable, as the thoughts of what they would do at Toji’s had occupied his brain on his way to the house.
He stripped, obediently but slowly, sneaking a look at his best friend’s plump ass, as well as Toji’s huge hands, that he knew he would have the pleasure of feeling inside him later if he did everything right.
Toji stopped spanking Satoru for a minute to watch him strip, which made Satoru start complaining, which in turn led to Toji shutting him up by shoving a couple of fingers in his mouth. Then, he turned to look at Suguru again, who was now fully naked.
No wonder how many times he had been naked in front of the man, it still made him flush when Toji scanned his body from head to toe, green eyes resting on his cunt for a tad bit longer than the rest.
Guess that was part of the appeal.
‘Untie your hair’, Toji said, and Suguru complied. He knew Toji liked pulling on it. So did Satoru, but he didn’t always let him.
‘You are late.'
‘I had to fight off a first-grade-’
‘I had to bear with him alone for ten minutes.’
Suguru smiled. ‘Sorry about that.’
Toji chuckled. They heard Satoru gag on his fingers, clearly in an attempt to say something in his defense.
‘Go stand in the corner’, Toji finally said with a smile, knowing the juvenile punishment riled Suguru up more than the others. Suguru would have preferred instead the treatment currently being doled out to Satoru, but well. He trusted Toji.
He reluctantly made his way to the corner, and stood with his back to them, his naked back now visible to both Toji and Satoru, who craned his neck to grin at him, before turning towards Toji.
‘Are you going to fuck me today?’ Satoru asked immediately, as Toji patted at his rump to make him get up. ‘You promised you would.’
Suguru couldn’t see him but he knew Toji was rolling his eyes. ‘I didn’t say anything.’
‘You did! You said-’
‘I said “maybe next time, if we can get your hole loose enough”, you brat, I didn’t promise anything.’
‘It is, now’, he heard Satoru say in a rush, ‘I practised with Suguru yesterday, he said it was loose enough to take the dildo that is almost the size of your cock, I-’
‘We will see about that’, Toji cut him off, while Suguru resisted the urge to slap his forehead. Satoru was always trying to pretend he was unaffected by saying things like this aloud, but the tremor in his voice always gave him away. On the other hand, this meant-
‘I told you not to touch yourself without my permission’, he heard Toji say from the couch.
‘I didn’t’, he replied, trying to keep the embarrassment out of his voice, ‘I only touched him, I didn’t touch myself.’
There was a momentary pause. ‘Good’, Toji said, and Suguru badly missed the palm caressing his cheek as he normally did while praising him.
There was still time for that, he consoled himself, even as his pussy clenched impatiently.
Satoru couldn't stay silent for long.
‘So are we-’
‘Okay, get on the table.’
Suguru heard the excited scramble of Satoru getting on the (surprisingly sturdy) coffee table in front of the couch, most likely on his fours. He found himself wishing to be there, alongside Toji, so he could see him too- but punishment was punishment.
He clenched his fists. Soon.
‘Let’s see how much your hole can take today’, Toji said lazily, and Suguru heard the sound of him opening their lube bottle. He just knew Satoru was spreading his legs as far as he could right now, trying to tempt Toji into finally giving in.
‘You are going to fuck me today’, Satoru announced confidently, ‘and Suguru can be the one to watch, for once.’
‘Why are you trying to leave me out?’ Suguru couldn’t stop himself from snapping without turning around. ‘I didn’t come all this way to sit on the sidelines, if anything-’
‘Don’t fight here, brats, or I’m sending you both home’, Toji shut them up effectively. A second later, he heard Satoru gasp.
His pussy clenched around nothing again. He wanted Toji’s fingers inside of him so badly.
‘You are still so tight’, Toji said, as Satoru let out another obscene moan.
‘Ha- no!’ Satoru protested. ‘I-I’m doing better! I couldn’t even take one before-’
That was true. When they had just started this- whatever this was- Satoru could barely take Toji’s finger without crying. It had been hilarious, the way he had tried to be so cocky about sex before, and how easily he had come later instead.
Suguru hadn’t been able to be smug for too long, however. He had genuinely thought it would be harder to come with a pussy instead of Satoru’s sensitive cock, but he had been proven wrong very fast by Toji’s dexterous fingers. He wondered if that was part of his Heavenly Restriction, being extremely good at making people come in exchange for cursed energy.
Or, it was possible that they were just two very horny teenagers finally getting touched the way they needed to be, by a man who had brutally beaten them up before. Which obviously added to the charm.
Never mind that Satoru had then almost killed him as well, but it had been a revelation nevertheless. Satoru had dreamt of getting carved up for weeks before they had finally sought out the sorcerer killer.
It was the least he could do, for them.
There was a loud cheer from the TV screen, at the same time that Toji cursed. Suguru guessed he was probably watching the game while fingering Satoru on the side, casual like any other day, while Satoru panted on the table.
‘You-you can add another’, he heard him say, and Suguru wished he was allowed to touch himself and not just stand there listening to all this.
Toji must have complied, because he heard Satoru give a high-pitched whine, most likely arching his back away from Toji even as he asked him to stretch him more. Perhaps because he knew how Satoru would be reacting at every touch, every added finger, Suguru’s ordeal was made worse. He knew exactly how Satoru’s skin coloured at the exertion, exactly how his pink lips opened, exactly how his hole clenched and unclenched. They had been messing around for some time before they met Toji, and while it had never felt as satisfying as this did, it had still been something.
‘Suguru’, Toji said unexpectedly after a while, as Satoru's moans continued to get higher and higher in pitch. ‘Come here.’
It took him a moment to realize Toji was talking to him. He turned quickly, wide-eyed, to find Toji still staring at the TV screen while Satoru breathed heavily on the table, avoiding Suguru's gaze.
Suguru walked towards the couch, eyes immediately getting drawn to where Toji’s fingers dipped inside Satoru, opening him up very slowly. He had half a mind to gloat at Satoru, because he already looked like he was soon reaching his limit - Toji’s thick, calloused fingers were very different from Suguru’s own, thin knotted ones, making him fall apart much sooner than when they did it.
But he had his own self to focus on.
Toji clearly had a hard on under his loose sweatpants. Suguru’s mouth watered at the thought of sucking on it later; it really was a wonderful cock, thicker than it was longer, perfect for stretching his cunt out and leaving him just the right level of sore later. Toji paid him no attention as he approached them, but as soon as Suguru had put his hands on his thigh, hoping to brush against his dick ‘accidentally’, he was pulled forward into Toji’s lap by a strong hand, and he was suddenly being kissed thoroughly.
Suguru moaned, his mind instantly going blank. They didn’t kiss that often, but whenever they did it it was always a pleasant surprise. Toji’s hand was in his hair, pushing him closer to him, and Suguru let himself be devoured, eagerly giving in.
‘Hmm’, Toji said, when they broke apart, ‘you looked too pretty standing there.’
Suguru leaned forward again, but was stopped by Toji’s hand.
‘Just a little longer’, he told him, focusing on Satoru again, ‘I don’t think he’s going to last.’
‘Wh-what do you mean?’ Satoru argued, craning his neck to look back at them, his pale face flushed with color and his own cock hanging pink and pretty between his legs. ‘I can take more-ah!’
Toji had finally gotten another finger inside him, and Suguru could tell it was a tight fit.
‘Can you?’ Toji asked conversationally. ‘My dick is bigger than this, you know, and you are barely holding on.’
It was a sign of how correct Toji was, that instead of biting back with a cheeky reply, Satoru stayed silent, visibly struggling, his thighs shaking on the table. Toji twisted his fingers slightly, and Satoru groaned.
‘Well’, Toji said, pulling out his fingers a few centimeters, and Suguru watched closely as Satoru’s rim gripped around them, unwilling to let go, ‘it doesn’t look like you are taking my dick today, brat.’
‘No- I-’ Satoru tried to say something, but when Suguru got up to kneel down before him on the carpet, so he could see his face, maybe make good on his idea to gloat a little, he found his blue eyes tearing up from the strain.
He looked like the prettiest thing in the world like this.
He knew Satoru loved the burn of getting stretched- he did, too, that’s why they loved Toji’s dick- but Satoru was also the most sensitive out of the two of them, and the scrunched up eyes and slack jaw was proof he was, indeed, going to come on Toji’s fingers only today.
‘Can I suck him off?’
Satoru opened his eyes at that, looking at Suguru with an pleading expression.
‘Do whatever’, Toji said indulgently, and Suguru crawled to the space between the coffee table and couch to get into position. He could hear Satoru breathing heavily, anticipating the touch of his lips. Smiling, he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his perineum.
‘Fuck!’, Satoru exhaled, and then Suguru got right to work, blowing him exactly the way he had learned to, mercilessly leading Satoru to his orgasm.
‘Ah- fuck- this is not fa- hate you both-’
When Satoru came, he did so with a loud cry in spite of himself, Suguru cherishing the sounds as much as the cum spilling in his mouth, lapping it up like Toji liked him to. Satoru’s arms gave out as he came, and he slumped on the table, though his ass still stuck out invitingly.
Too bad it wasn’t getting anything else inside of it today, though.
Too bad for Satoru, but Suguru himself was ready. His pussy by now was sopping wet, and the pressure of his heels as he sat back on them wasn’t enough. He had waited patiently, and now he needed something inside of him, soon .
Meanwhile, Toji was grinning.
‘Better luck next time’, he said with a mean laugh, pulling Satoru towards him by his waist, and then lifting him up to make him sit in his lap. Satoru was too tall for it, but somehow he wrapped himself perfectly around Toji when he did so, still looking slightly dazed from his orgasm.
Satoru stuck his tongue out lazily, and Toji smiled before sucking on it, pulling him closer by his white hair.
‘Soon’, Satoru said, pulling apart, pouting, and turning his blue eyes onto Suguru, who was still kneeling. ‘Soon’, he repeated, narrowing his eyes at Suguru then, who humoured him by flashing a condescending smile.
‘Let’s take it to the bedroom’, Toji said, finally, also eyeing Suguru, who got up eagerly to lead the way. He knew it was his turn now.
He couldn’t wait. He knew Toji wouldn’t waste much time on stretching him out, because Suguru’s cunt was already wet and hungry, nearly aching by this point. He couldn’t wait for the moment Toji would slide in, filling him inside completely, obliterating everything from his mind and leaving behind nothing but pure pleasure. Satoru would probably get hard again, eager to take part despite all the attention he had gotten before, and Toji would probably tie him up to stop him from touching himself without permission. Maybe he would force him to just watch, like the time before when Satoru couldn’t take his eyes off from where Toji’s cock was thrusting in and out of Suguru’s cunt, in pure fascination. Or maybe, he would let him eat Suguru out while he took him from behind, or maybe he would let him fuck Suguru’s mouth, filling him from both ends…
Whatever he decided to do, it would be another night Suguru would go without dreaming of things he couldn’t control, things that had slipped out of his hands, and things that would continue to go wrong in the future. And there was perhaps no bigger respite than that.