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Zenitsu leaned back against Kaigaku’s wall and hugged a velvet pillow to his bare chest. He did his best to stay warm and get comfortable, but it was hard when he was only wearing a pair of lace panties and had a plug shoved inside him.
He whined and twitched as the cat tail attached to the plug tickled his inner thigh. The screen lit up with stars—most of them blue, but a few little yellow ones scattered here and there. He mustered his bravest smile and glanced down at the chat box. A user he didn’t recognize had asked:
‘Tell us an embarrassing sex story.’
“An embarrassing sex story?” Kaigaku repeated. He chuckled loudly and shifted his weight to the left so he could tuck his bare feet to the right. He pressed his palm on the bed between them and leaned in front of Zenitsu. As soon as he was blocked from view, Zenitsu let the pillow drop to his lap and reached beneath it to readjust his panties. He was starting to get hard and the lacy fabric chafed his flushed skin. He guided his cock deftly to the side and shuddered as a whisper of cool air caressed him.
He pulled out his hand and folded it with the other on top of the pillow. Kaigaku scooted closer, grinning at the screen as he explained, “There was this one time I was sucking my buddy’s dick behind the school during lunch. He was trying to multitask by smoking a cigarette with one hand and shoving my head down with the other—”
Someone typed ‘oh no’ and Kaigaku laughed.
“I know! But it’s hard to sneak out, you know. We had to make the most of it!”
Zenitsu watched his brother snicker at the chat, before shifting slightly, trying his best to take his weight off the plug wedged between his cheeks.
After thanking one of their viewers who’d dropped a blue star, Kaigaku went on. “Anyway, I was out there kneeling on the pavement with his cock down my throat and I felt a sting. He started groaning and smacking my head and I thought, ‘wow, I must be doing great.’ Then I glance up and see this big cloud of smoke.”
Kaigaku threw back his head and chuckled, and the chat joined in with a string of reactions and a few more stars. Zenitsu let out a small giggle and did his best to force a smile. He was well acquainted with this story, and knew a few details Kaigaku had left out—like how he hadn’t talked to Gyutaro for at least a week afterwards, and how he’d cried in the little bathroom they shared while he cut the singed ends off his hair. He hadn’t found it funny at the time, though Zenitsu was glad he could laugh about it now.
Zenitsu glanced down at the video of himself in the left corner of the screen and forced his smile to widen. Another question popped up in the chat that made his face freeze and his heart leap to his throat.
‘What about Tamago-chan? Tell us one, too!’
“Oh.” Zenitsu flustered and shot a quick look at Kaigaku, who shrugged. “Ah, I don’t really have any.” He turned back to the screen and sheepishly shook his head. “I’ve never really had sex before…”
As he trailed off, the screen lit up with yellow stars—several of them larger than the base tip amount. He flushed and clutched the pillow in his lap as someone pointed out, ‘But you let your brother fuck you?’
“I keep telling you guys,” Kaigaku cut in, saving him. “I don’t fuck him! We perform for you, that’s it. You know I’m a bottom.”
Zenitsu let out an awkward laugh and clung to the edge of the pillow, squirming away from the screen and pushing his tail deeper inside him in the process. His laugh turned to a whine, which was also cut off when his breath hitched. He glanced over towards their bedroom door, doing his best to wipe the embarrassment from his face.
Kaigaku read aloud, “Is there anyone at school you like?” He paused, then shot back, “Me or him?”
There was a pause while the person replied. When he did, Kaigaku turned to Zenitsu. “They mean you.”
“Oh.” Zenitsu straightened. He didn’t typically get questions directed only at him—at least not normal ones. A few weeks ago, Kaigaku had let slip that he used to wet the bed, and the chat had bombarded him with questions about that, but this one was different. It felt sincere and interested in him. He leaned forward, clinging to the pillow in his lap, as he did his best to explain, “Um, well, there are a few pretty girls in my class, but out of everyone, I like my best friend’s younger sister…”
‘Girls?’ Someone typed back.
‘How young?’ Someone chimed in.
Zenitsu’s smile faded when he felt Kaigaku shoot a pointed glance in his direction. ‘Wrong,’ his brother’s cool, blue stare seemed to say, though his pouted lips didn’t move. Shrinking from the look, Zenitsu focused on the empty chat at the bottom corner of the screen. As he readjusted his cat mask, three dots appeared to show someone was typing.
‘What about teachers?’ A user named FlashyMouse asked.
‘What about them?’ Zenitsu froze. A deep blush overtook his cheeks, stretching up under his mask.
Kaigaku glanced at him again, then snatched the pillow out of his lap and tossed it over his shoulder, exposing the flushed head of his cock to the cool air—and to the audience eagerly typing in the chat. Another user asked, ‘Yeah? What about teachers? Any of them ever spank you?’
“Spank me?” Zenitsu frantically shook his head. From the way these guys talked, most of them hadn’t been in school for a very long time, which was embarrassing in its own right. The attention was nice, though, and the more the chat asked, the more Zenitsu wanted to satisfy them. Biting his bottom lip, he wriggled his hips and let his legs fall open. His cock leaked against his inner thigh, leaving a small, wet trail that made his skin prickle.
He ran through his teachers in his mind, summoning each of their faces, and doing his best to think. Ms. Kocho would have been his go-to answer if he were talking to his friends—but he wasn’t, and judging by how the chat had reacted to Nezuko, they didn’t want to hear him mention another woman.
He squirmed again, wringing his hands in his lap as he thought about the men. He and Mr. Tomioka were often alone together before school. He could mention that—and leave out that Mr. Tomioka couldn’t stand him. On second thought, maybe not. He went back to thinking.
Mr. Rengoku had always been nice to him, and he supposed he was handsome, too. He wasn’t really Zenitsu’s type, but he had nice eyes, and he was always so friendly.
Tilting his head to the side, Zenitsu chuckled faintly and pressed his thighs together. “Well, my history teacher is nice,” he started to say. “He works out a lot, and he took me on a field trip last month with ikebana club.”
“Oh, please.” Kaigaku snorted, snatching the laptop and dragging it squarely in front of him. Zenitsu knew he had said something wrong, but he didn’t know what. He tried to catch his brother’s eye, but the other boy stared directly into the camera and said:
“He’s lying, you know. He wants our art teacher to bend him in half. You should hear how he talks about him.”
Zenitsu’s mouth went slack and the blood drained from his cheeks. Kaigaku ignored the whine that followed, setting the laptop back down, and regarding Zenitsu with a stare that shot a jolt to his heart.
“Well, tell them,” he urged. Zenitsu shook his head. Kaigaku huffed. “Tamago-chan, don’t be shy. Tell them how he gets you all worked up. Tell them about his ‘dumb, handsome face.’ Isn’t that what you’re always complaining about?”
“I—” Zenitsu couldn’t get his tongue to move. It was stuck to the floor of his mouth. He shook his head again.
Kaigaku’s laugh cut him to the core. It was really too much. Pressing his thighs together, he buried his face in his hands, and scooted back towards the wall. He didn’t want to keep talking about Mr. Uzui, especially not with an audience, but Kaigaku wouldn’t stop.
Giggling with glee, the older boy scooted over to Zenitsu and rested his hand on his shoulder. He gave him a nudge, then yanked his mask up just enough to expose his flushed cheeks. IZenitsu wanted nothing more than to cry and hide his face in the sheets, but one glance at the screen stopped his tears.
The chat was filled to the brim with little yellow stars, and one big one from that user called FlashyMouse. Wiping the frown from his lips, Zenitsu bravely wormed his way out of Kaigaku’s hold and scooted over to the laptop.
The plug inside him shifted and nudged against his inner wall, dragging a moan from his lips. Blushing brightly, he looked into the camera, and mustered a smile. “Thank you, all. But my brother is lying—”
“I’m not!” Kaigaku called from behind him. “I can’t say I blame him, though. I mean, that guy’s hot. He’s huge, and you know he’s hung. And they say he’s ex-Yakuza, too. Why he’s wasting time teaching us art, I have no idea.”
“I just think he likes the attention, honestly.” Zenitsu rolled his eyes.
“Maybe.” Kaigaku scooted up beside him. “He should be doing porn, or something. I bet Tamago-chan would love that.”
Heat licked at the back of Zenitsu’s neck, but he did his best to keep his eyes trained on the chat and not pull away like he’d done before. He was fairly sure he wasn’t hot for Uzui, no matter what Kaigaku said. He was hot. Anyone with eyes could see that, and just thinking about his smirk made Zenitsu’s chest tighten. But he was loud, and annoying, and so damn full of himself. Every second Zenitsu spent in his class drove him wild.
Most days, he couldn’t even focus on his art. He’d get so wound up, he’d nearly snap his paintbrush in half. And the whole time, Uzui would tease him, asking if he needed to take a lap, warning him not to break the supplies.
He couldn’t stand it. It made his blood boil and his whole body tense. That a guy like Mr. Uzui, a hot guy like that, would tease him. It was cruel!
Zenitsu heaved a sigh and reached down to readjust his cock, which was treacherously harder than before. He resisted the urge to keep touching it, looking down at the chat instead.
A viewer called CrescentMoon, one of Kaigaku’s regulars, typed, ‘Which of you can deepthroat the most?’
“Me, of course!” Kaigaku balked as he shot Zenitsu a look. “I mean, really.”
‘Let’s see, then,’ another viewer said.
“Of course.” Kaigaku plastered on a grin. He reached behind him and selected a black, double-sided dildo the two had used for this purpose before. He then grabbed two tubes of lipstick and tossed one in Zenitsu’s direction.
Grateful for something to focus on besides Mr. Uzui, Zenitsu applied the yellow lipstick and waited for his brother to do the same with the blue. When Kaigaku held out the dildo, he caught the other end and brought it to his mouth. Sucking down a breath, he willed his throat to relax and closed his eyes. He was ready to lose again, but he wanted to do his best. Maybe he’d earn a star or two—maybe another big one from FlashyMouse. Wouldn’t that be nice?
Carefully, he slid the dildo into his mouth until it hit the back of his throat and he paused to gather his wits. Swallowing his racing heart, he did his best to ease the blunt head in—but his throat spasmed, and he gagged. Kaigaku’s hot breath tickled his lips, and he yanked himself back. Coughing and gasping, he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, streaking it yellow and smearing it with spit.
Kaigaku smiled triumphantly around the dildo, then eased it out and held it up for the chat to see. The blue marks stretched twice as far down as the yellow ones did. How Kaigaku did it, Zenitsu didn’t know. His brother’s throat was a marvel, and the chat seemed to agree.
Rows of big blue stars lit up the screen. Zenitsu stared down at his lap and scrubbed off his lipstick with the heel of his hand, blinking a few tears from his eyes, and clearing his throat.
It ached, and he hadn’t even taken the dildo very deep. Kaigaku would be on his case to practice once the stream was over. Wincing at the thought, he licked his lips and glanced across the room at his own bed. Unlike Kaigaku’s, it was bathed in darkness, strewn with plushies, and draped in a yellow blanket that looked very inviting at the moment.
They should be wrapping this up soon, he thought, as he reached down and smoothed out his tail, doing his best not to jostle the plug in the process.
Leaning in, Kaigaku grinned at the screen, then read aloud, “You can do better than that, Tamago-chan. Try again.”
Zenitsu paled. Kaigaku glanced over at him and shrugged. “That was from FlashyMouse,” he added.
Of course it was. Blushing brightly, Zenitsu scooted behind his brother’s shoulder to look down at the screen. FlashyMouse’s little cartoon icon stared back at him with a smug smile. His heart skipped a beat, and the aching in his throat melted away. His eyes dried, and he let out a tiny laugh.
“Well, okay,” he promised softly. “I’ll try, but not with my brother on the other side. It’s distracting!”
“That’s fine.” Kaigaku grinned. “I can help you!”
“Ah—okay.” There was a glint in the older boy’s eye Zenitsu didn’t quite like, but he didn’t want to disappoint his viewer, either, so he nodded his head and rolled back his shoulders.
Kaigaku held up the dildo again—it was still stained yellow and blue from their last attempt, but Zenitsu did his best not to think about it. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth. The bed shifted slightly beneath him, then the blunt end of the toy smacked his parted lips.
He scooped it up with one hand and used the other to steady it as Kaigaku guided it into his mouth. It covered his tongue, then hit the back of his throat and didn’t stop. Sliding closed his eyes, Zenitsu willed his neck and jaw to relax. When Kaigaku reached for the back of his head, he yielded to his touch and let him tilt it slowly back.
The dildo pressed in, stretching his throat from side to side, and it just kept going. It kept going when his muscles spasmed around it and he coughed and gagged up a mouthful of spit.
Panic kicked up in his chest, and he wanted to jerk away, but when he tensed Kaigaku tightened his hold on his hair and held him fast. ‘I’m gonna throw up,’ he wanted to scream as he spasmed again. But his brother didn’t care. He slid it up a bit, before thrusting it back in. Saliva leaked down his chin, but he couldn’t wipe it off. He could only gag and gasp for breath as his brother fucked his throat.
He did his best. He really tried. But when Kaigaku finally yanked out the dildo he doubled over and gasped desperately for air. Tears and spit dripped off his chin and splattered on his bare chest. He whipped around and yanked up his mask to scrub off his face, and Kaigaku grinned at the screen, looking proud with the spit-slicked dildo resting in his lap.
“Oh.” He glanced down at the chat box. “Tamago-chan, look! It looks like someone liked what he saw.”
Swallowing his panic and the agonizing ache in his throat, Zenitsu turned around and followed Kaigaku’s gaze. In the chat box, FlashyMouse typed ‘Good job,’ followed by a big yellow star. Another ¥5,000 tip. Zenitsu’s panic gave way to mind-melting relief.
He felt light and warm from head to toe, like he had been wrapped up in a little cloud and was floating towards the sun. ¥5,000 was a lot of money for either of the boys, enough for Zenitsu to treat his friends to a really nice meal and take them out to the arcade. But even more than the money, Zenitsu liked the approval. He wasn’t used to positive attention like this, and he was reveling in it—basking in the kind words of this flashy mouse with his pleased little smirk.
He was so caught up in his feelings, he didn’t notice the next line of text until Kaigaku nudged him hard and pointed it out.
‘Okay. Now put it inside him,’ FlashyMouse had added.
“You heard the man.” Kaigaku smirked as he picked up the dildo and gestured towards the stretch of bed on Zenitsu’s other side. “Bend over for me, Tamago-chan. But make sure he can see your face, too. Give him a real good show.”
Zenitsu nodded shyly and did as he was told. He closed his eyes, before blinking them open, reminding himself that he needed to see the chat in case FlashyMouse asked for anything else.
He took a deep breath, then glanced over his shoulder at Kaigaku, who had scooted in behind him. “Make sure you use lube,” he whispered nervously. “And don’t go very deep.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Kaigaku dismissed him with a wave. He grabbed him by the tail and popped out the plug, leaving Zenitsu feeling stretched and exposed—especially when he scooped up the laptop to show the stream. He thought he might combust on the spot!
But he kept his cool, and when Kaigaku set the laptop down he smiled shyly at the camera. In the mirrored image, he caught his brother opening the lube and dribbling it on an end of the dildo that still gleamed with spit. Zenitsu shuddered all over, and when Kaigaku yanked his panties fully off, his hard cock twitched in the air, needy for attention.
Zenitsu bit his bottom lip and glanced down at the chatbox. FlashyMouse was typing something else. ‘You’re so cute,’ the man said. ‘Take that dildo real good and pretend it’s me.’
Zenitsu squeaked. His cock throbbed. He didn’t need him to ask twice. As the blunt end of the dildo pressed against his stretched hole, he imagined it warm and hard with desire for him. And when a hand firmly grasped his hip, it wasn’t his brother who guided him back, but some shadowy figure with broad shoulders and a handsome face. Flashing eyes, and a pair of pink lips that curled into a knowing smirk.
Zenitsu shoved the cum-stained sheets into the washer and switched it on, before hurrying back to their room and locking the door behind him. In the time he was gone, Kaigaku had spread a blanket over his bare mattress and was resting on top of it in a baggy black shirt and boxers. He had his silver phone clutched in his hands.
Zenitsu flashed his brother a smile that wasn’t returned, then crossed the room and sank down on his own bed. It was weird at first how easily they fell into their normal habits after putting on a show, but after a few weeks of doing these streams Zenitsu knew what to expect.
Without another word, he crawled under his comforter and tugged it up to his chin. He reached for the book he was supposed to read for Japanese class, but he couldn’t focus on Mori Ogai right now. He snapped in closed, then slowly rolled onto his side to take the pressure off his aching backside.
“That guy likes you.” Kaigaku shattered the silence. His silver phone covered his face, and at first, Zenitsu thought he might be in a call.
He glanced over his shoulder, and his brother’s gaze flicked in his direction. He really had been talking to him—and about FlashyMouse.
Rolling back over, Zenitsu smiled, staring up at the stars on his ceiling and heaving a wistful sigh. “Do you really think so?”
“Uh, yeah, are you stupid? He spent, what? ¥6,500 on you tonight, not to mention the ¥5,000 last week.”
“Maybe he just likes blonds.” A frantic laugh bubbled in Zenitsu’s chest, making him quiver all over. He felt manic and wild, and he was fighting to contain it. He rolled over onto his stomach and clung to his pillow, kicking his feet behind him.
“Maybe.” Kaigaku looked down at his swinging feet and rolled his eyes. “It must be nice,” he muttered under his breath. Was that jealousy Zenitsu heard? It sounded like it, but he couldn’t believe it.
“He seems very nice,” Zenitsu pointed out unnecessarily.
“He sure does.” Kaigaku propped his head up on his elbow, abandoning his phone to watch Zenitsu roll around in bed. “But be careful. He might be a creep, you know. You can’t trust these guys.”
“He’s not,” Zenitsu heard himself insist—though the truth was, he didn’t know. FlashyMouse could be anyone, anywhere. He could be old, or married with kids, or even a pervert that groped people on the train. There was no way to know for sure, and Zenitsu really didn’t want to think too hard about it.
“But, you know,” he suggested instead, his voice huskier than he would have liked. It was that damn dildo’s fault, but he didn’t want to think about that either. “Maybe he’s not weird. Maybe he’s just some normal guy who likes to spend money.”
Kaigaku snorted. “Well, he does like to spend money,” he conceded. “Weirdo or not, he can keep coming back just for that.”
“I really hope he does!” Zenitsu blushed. His brother shrugged, picking back up his phone.
There was a long pause—long enough that Zenitsu assumed their conversation was over and picked up his book again. When he flipped to the page he’d marked at school and started to read, Kaigaku interrupted again, his voice sounding almost kind.
“I think he will.” He shrugged as he scrolled slowly through his phone. “I’ve just got a hunch.”
“Oh, good!” Zenitsu’s heart skipped a beat. He shot his brother a grateful smile that the other boy ignored, before looking back down at his book, screwing up his face and doing his best to concentrate.
The book’s heroine had just met a handsome doctor and was thinking of him fondly. As Zenitsu read, he imagined his patron. Was FlashyMouse thinking about him somewhere? Did he know that Zenitsu was longing for him, too?