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You woke up, unsure how much later. You were curled up on Zaraki’s side, your leg over his, your arm draped around his expansive torso.
Behind you, you could feel the low buzz of your taichou’s reiatsu as he snored softly, with his arm on your waist and his face nuzzled in your hair.
Zaraki, noticing you shifting awake, stroke your skin lightly, making you shiver.
“So... you gonna stop being mean to me?” he whispered.
“That depends. Are you going to start treating me with respect?” you answered in an equally low voice.
“I treat you with respect.”
“No, you treat me with reverence. It’s vile.”
“Humph, I don’t see the difference.” He sounded honest, so you explained while dragging you finger nails gently over his chest.
“I don’t want special treatment just because you think that’ll get you somewhere with me, or because you think I’m weak and fragile.” Your fingernails raked the skin around his areola, “I enjoy being praised when I earn it, of course, but I hate being mollycoddled. And I don’t mind your help, when I ask for it.” As you went on, your temper went in a crescendo, as did your voice and your nails sunk deeper. “But you need to start treating me like a subordinate when we are in a professional setting and quit you benevolent sexism before I lose my freaking mind, Kenpachi.”
“Shush!! Right, right... I get it, I think...” you resumed a gentler caress and waited as he mused for a second. “And I don’t think you’re weak or whatever. Man, it’s the opposite. I admire your strength and all that. I dunno, maybe I was just trying to get your attention, and praise normally works for me.”
“That’s because you tend to apply your pitiful seduction tactics to lesser minds.” Mayuri slurred half asleep, his breath gently tickling your neck. “idiots who will bend to your will after you simply parrot some common... what do you call them? Pick-up lines? Or commend their appearance.” He scoffed, as if the mere thought of complimenting something so banal was risible. “If you want to attract her attention, I’m afraid you’ll need to work harder.”
Zaraki stayed silent for a moment, his fingers distractedly trailing over your skin. He stiffened as if arriving at an unpleasant conclusion.
“I ain’t planning on stealing her from you, by the way, Kurotsuchi. It just... it feels good when she’s nice to me... I...”
“It’s a wonderful feeling to be positively appraised by those we hold in high regard.” Mayuri nodded in agreement sounding fully awake now. “As for your concerns, I assure you, you need not fear. Even though I am fiercely possessive of her I am under no misconceptions. She is free as am I. She chooses me and I her. Our association isn’t fragile enough for either of use to be ‘stolen’. Partaken in, however... well, that’s a different matter.” He nuzzled your nape and kissed it sweetly.
“So you’re possessive, but not jealous?” Kenpachi struggled to keep up with his counterpart's reasoning.
“Oh, no. Of course, I am jealous. Categorically so.” Mayuri snickered like a naughty child. “And I would be driven insane with zealous grief, were you to successfully steal her away from me. I would spear you onto Ashisogi Jizo and do unspeakable things to you until you lost the ability to beg me for death... no... I am possessive and I am jealous.” The man propped himself on his elbow and kissed your shoulder, maintaining eye contact with the other captain. “But even if the time came when I lost my faith in her commitment to me... well I’d be powerless. And I tend not to trouble myself with things I cannot control, especially those that are so far-fetched.”
You caressed his cheek and lied on your back pulling him down into a short kiss.
“I'm not brainless, why would I work so hard to win the contest of your affection and then throw away my trophy?” you said, earning yourself a lopsided grin carved in black and white.
“Indeed, how foolish, my love.” Kurotsuchi’s rutted against your leg, semi-erect and kissed his way from your chest to your neck.
Kenpachi felt as if he was walking in on someone getting dressed, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of both of you. He wasn’t romantically inclined and much preferred the freedom of casual sex to an established relationship, but something inside him, akin to longing, stirred, as he was privileged to share in your intimacy.
Your taichou was getting worked-up, leaving a smear of precum against your leg while he kissed and caressed your body. On your other side, Kenpachi’s fingers traced your curves, his own cock hard against his thigh despite the lack of attention.
You slid your hand down his torso over to his member and wrapped your fingers around it, making him shudder a moan. Very slowly you twisted your wrist as you brought your hand from the base to the tip in a firm stroke.
Your attention shifted to Mayuri, who was lost in the sensations of kissing and humping your tired body, his eyes closed. Mimicking yourself, you grabbed his erection and started a slow rhythm moving both hands in synchronisation. Both men gasped a deep moan in unison, making you laugh.
Surrounded by their scent, their heat, their need, you felt powerful and so impossibly aroused. Their breathing quickening, gruff groans and moans filled your ears, lifting you up to paradise.
You wanted them both inside you again, you ached for more, but you knew you couldn’t take it, you needed to rest and hope you’d be lucky enough to share a bed with both of them another time, in the -hopefully near- future.
Zaraki’s forehead had come to rest against your chest, dizzy with pleasure, his fingers digging in you belly. Erratically fucking your fist, his precum lubrication enough.
Yet for Mayuri the friction against your hand had started to not be enough. He never was a fan of hand jobs, the stimulation sufficient to work him up but never enough to push him over the edge, it ended up just teasing him into frustration.
“Pet...” he begged you for more in a breathy whisper, his irises sweet as liquid honey. You smirked and kissed him apologetically.
“Why don’t you boys have some fun? Entertain me...” you let go of both cocks at the same time. Mayuri chuckled, his eyes glinting mischievously. Kenpachi, on the other hand, let out a long dissatisfied groan and rolled on his back rubbing his hands over his face.
In a split second Mayuri had moved over you and between the other man’s legs and spreading them slightly he bent over and licked a long line from Kenpachi’s knee all the way to his groin. The larger man looked down in shock and watched his unruly hips shift forwards without permission, his body betraying him.
He groaned again and threw his head back, his large hand finding the back of Kurotsuchi’s head to lead him where he wanted him.
Mayuri wasted no time, propped on his elbows, he wrapped his lips around the massive dick and started bobbing his head up and down furiously, hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue around the hard member. Letting drool escape past his lips down the shaft, causing lewd slurpy noises.
Zaraki grunted his pleasure, his fingers loosely tangled in wet strands of deep cobalt blue, letting the other man have full control of his movements.
Mayuri seemed to be having the time of his life, deep-throating himself on the way down and sucking hard on the way up. Gag-reflex conveniently removed during an unrelated throat surgery, he was able to let the massive cock slip through the back of his mouth without issue while he breathed through his nose with masterful timing.
His slim fingers, white as death, reached between his legs, stroking his own cock a few times, and then reaching further back to his hole. One finger slipping in unceremoniously, stretching the tight ring slowly, a second digit joining in after only a few minutes.
He enjoyed anal play tremendously, his prostate was so sensitive you could peg him to orgasm within a couple of minutes, his dick untouched.
Always one to hate wasting time, he was used to stretching himself quickly and efficiently. You thought about finding the little bottle of lube but you weren’t sure he wanted it. Mayuri had a complicated relationship with pain. The fact that he was readying himself so speedily made you consider he might be seeking a little roughness, the type maybe only a beast like Zaraki could grant him.
After all, no matter how great your reiatsu was, you were still no match for either captain in resilience, stamina nor brute strength... This was going to be fun to watch.
Mayuri pushed himself up, releasing Kenpachi’s cock with a wet pop. And crawled up leaving sloppy kisses all over his torso, licking the bulky muscles of his abs and chest.
He straddled Zaraki’s lap and positioned the dripping wet, swollen tip of his dick against his ass.
“Don’t thrust” he warned the larger man with a menacing stare that would have made a lesser shinigami shake in fear. Zaraki merely huffed and clasped the lean white thighs, enveloping their width in his large hands.
With his eyes closed and a look of utter concentration, Mayuri sank down slowly, the unreal stretch sending shivers down his spine. He didn’t make a sound until he was fully seated when he simply let out a short whimper.
“Fuck, you’re tight, Kurotsuchi.”
“I said. Don’t move.”
“I ain’t.”
“Hmmm...” Mayuri tentatively rocked his hips, he seemed satisfied with the results because he kept going, drawing slow circles that gradually became more confident.
After a couple of minutes he started moving up and down, riding Zaraki like there was no tomorrow.
The lecherous show you were being privy to was easily one of the sexiest things you’d ever seen, and your fingers quickly found their place between your legs, circling your clit with expert precision, occasionally dipping into your entrance to gather slick and press against the little bundle of nerves that made you see starts behind your eyelashes.
Both men were lost in the moment, their eyes locked, their breaths hot and hurried.
“C-can I mo-move yet?” Zaraki’s voice pleaded, incredibly strained.
Kurotsuchi’s laugh rang loud and free. “Yes. Yes you can move, you idiot.”
With a growl the larger man grabbed Mayuri’s ass and pounded into it a few times before rolling them over so he’d be on top. He slipped his arms under Mayuri’s knees and hitched his heels towards his shoulders, bending the other man in half and setting up a fast, unforgiving rhythm, making him keen and moan. Zaraki looked absolutely feral pummelling into him like a savage beast. His gaze quickly searched for you and found you touching yourself, with your legs spread wide open, squeezing your breasts and staring at him with a debauched expression, and his mind nearly short-circuited.
He lost it, moaning brokenly he sped up even faster and grabbed Mayuri’s swollen and neglected dick pumping it at breakneck speed.
Kurotsuchi screamed overstimulated and drunk from Kenpachi’s abuse.
“Ah, fuck, I'm going to... I'm cumming... fuck, ahhh...” Kurotsuchi came hard, his whole body quivering, squirting his seed all over Kenpachi’s fist and both their chests.
It was enough to send you over the edge, you muttered a curse as you came fucking yourself on your fingers, the palm of your hand rubbing against your clit, your other hand roughly pinching your nipple.
Watching and hearing you cum paired with the fitful, post-orgasmic constrictions of Mayuri’s hole sent Zaraki into a tight spiral of hot pleasure that ripped through him in a powerful orgasm. He howled and buried himself deep inside the other man’s heat. He sloppily thrust for another minute or two, pumping his cum in and out of Mayuri’s ass, before collapsing on top of him with a grunt.
“Move... you’re crushing me, you fat buffoon.”
Zaraki rolled off to the side, with his arms spread and a smug look of gratified exhaustion.
You scooted over towards Mayuri, who was still trying to catch his breath. Kissing his shoulder tenderly as you snuggled against his side, he grinned, lifting one eyelid open to look at you. That, and wrapping his arm over your shoulders, all the movement he was capable of at the moment.
You nuzzled his chest, his musky scent driving you insane with love, his reiatsu covering you in its comforting bubble.
“Fuck me, that was good.” Zaraki moved closer to Mayuri, reeled in by the unfamiliar need for emotional closeness more than the need for physical touch. Slipping his arm underneath Kurotsuchi’s thin neck and wrapping the two of you in a loose embrace, he sighed, content.
“Ya know... I could get used to this...”
Kurotsuchi huffed a raspy laugh, the smile crinkling the corner of his eyes. His arm squeezing you closer, he placed a tender kiss to your forehead.
“What do you think about that, pet?”
You pretended to ponder it with an unconvincing furrowed brow.
“Yeah, I guess I could live with that.”