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The world is ending. A thick fog is taking over Yokohama. Men and women- abilities users specifically- are fighting for their lives.
“God, he feels so fucking good.” Fyodor laughs breathlessly, throwing his head back against Shibusawa’s lap. Dazai whines in response, pistoning his hips faster to chase even more of that approval. Fyodor wraps his legs around him, biting down on his lip as Shibusawa gently brushes his hair off of his face. “Harder.”
Dazai nods, gasping as he puns his hands on either side of Fyodor’s head to ground himself. Shibusawa smirks between Fyodor’s breathless moans of pleasure and cups Dazai’s cheek.“Slow down, pet.” He coos when teary, hazel eyes blink up at him in almost innocent confusion. Adorable. Shibusawa pecks his lips gently. “You can’t let him have everything he wants so soon.”
Dazai nods hurriedly, slowing down the movement of his hips until he’s simply rolling them at a steady pace, but pushing in all the way until they’re flush against Fyodor’s ass. The shorter man moans languidly in response.
“Turn him around, pet.” Shibusawa hums briskly. Dazai nods and turns Fyodor on his stomach, still sheathed deep inside of him.
The dark haired man understands his intention and begins undoing Shibusawa’s robe, licking up the shaft of his cock instantly.
Shibusawa sighs softly, leaning back against the headboard as lips wrap themselves around the tip of his cock. Behind him, Dazai is trying his very best not to thrust into Fyodor without permission, digging his fingers into his hips and squeezing his eyes shut.
The shorter man does not acknowledge him, instead focusing on keeping Shibusawa’s eyes lock with his own as he bobs his head. He runs a hand over his cheek in response. “You’re so mean to him.”
“He’s had his turns already.” Fyodor hums in response, kissing the head of his cock and swirling his tongue over a stray head of precum. A hand finds its way to the base of his cock pumping it gently until it finds a pace.
Dazai looks near to death, shaky breaths drawing louder. He move his hips just a little, probably to satiate his own desire, but Fyodor catches the movement.
He throws him a glare over his shoulder. “Be still, you incessant child.”
“Sorry, sorry…” Dazai stops, panting as he wipes the dried tears off of his cheeks. “M’trying…you jus’ feel s-so good…”
“Be a little kinder to him, darling.” Shibusawa takes his nails along the back of Fyodor’s head as he speaks. “He’s been so good for you, hasn’t he?”
Fyodor pretends to contemplate this, even though it’s evident that this little act is just for him to relish the pathetic pet Dazai becomes when he’s on Shibusawa’s bed. After a beat of silence, he looks back again.
“You will clean up your mess when you’re done.” He snaps, but Dazai’s already thrusting into him. The taller man sobs with every moment, slamming into Fyodor so hard that he knocks the wind out of his sails for a full minute.
Shibusawa watches the scene unfold; the mix of both Fyodor’s and Dazai’s desperate whines and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
“So good…so good…” Dazai whispers it reverently, raising Fyodor’s thighs to better meet his cock.
The shorter man regains the ability after a moment, inhaling deeply and taking in Shibusawa’s cock until it hits the back of his throat. He hisses sharply, pressing Fyodor’s head down to stop him from pulling away. The walls of Fyodor’s throat close around him as he gags, blinking up at him with hazy eyes and resting his cheek against his thigh.
A second passes. Another. Fyodor taps his thigh twice. Shibusawa releases him, running a hand through his hair as he catches his breath. “Again?”
Fyodor licks his lips. “Please.”
And then he’s being pushed down again. This time, Fyodor makes a show of swallowing around Shibusawa’s length multiple times, gagging but refusing to move until he’s trying desperately not to cum down his throat.
Behind him, Dazai’s thrusts are drawing shallower, but all the more faster. He sobs, hands pinned to either side of Fyodor’s waist as he hangs gia head low enough for the tendrils of his hair to brush against Fyodor’s shoulder.
“M’gonna cum…” He whines, panting to keep up the ungodly pace. Fyodor hisses quietly, allowing Dazai to lift one of his legs to thrust into him deeper. Then, noticing Shibusawa beginning to compose himself again, he cups the base of his cock before beginning to lap at the tip.
Dazai finishes first, shoving the entirety of his length deep inside Fyodor and cumming with a pathetic noise between a moan and a mewl. Fyodor whines as Dazai slumps down, knees giving in as he blindly thrusts into him to ride out his high.
Shibusawa’s breath hitches when Fyodor’s head lolls forward, mind muddled with the feeling of nearing his own release, so he makes do with manoeuvring his wrist in a rhythm that has the taller man moaning softly. His release is nowhere as loud and, quite frankly, pathetic as Dazai’s, so Fyodor decides to swallow, sucking away at the tip of his shaft gently as Shibusawa sighs, running a hand through his hair and throwing his own head back.
“I hope you two have had your fun.” Fyodor snaps after a moment, wincing as he sits up. Shibusawa hums contentedly and wraps his robe around himself once more.
“I think I have, I appreciate the help, darling.” He smiles, earning a scowl as Fyodor sits up to kiss him, albeit gently. Shibusawa hums when he feels Fyodor’s semi hard cock press against his abdomen. “If you still need a little more, I’m sure our little pet would be more than happy to help you.”
Dazai’s hands are on Fyodor’s waist now, his lips pressing a trail of kisses along Fyodor’s shoulder. He tilts his head in, allowing him to latch onto his skin and suck a subtle mark onto it as a silent plea.
“Desperate.” Fyodor tuts, turning his head to meet Dazai’s lips and the taller man laps into his mouth eagerly. Shibusawa takes over Fyodor’s collarbones, sucking the skin between his teeth and marking it up.
Dazai’s hand wraps itself around Fyodor’s now aching cock and he moans, thrusting into it slowly. A hand tucks Fyodor’s hair behind his ear as they pull apart, a string of saliva connecting their lips. Shibusawa breaks it with his tongue and takes the opportunity to kiss Fyodor once more.
This time, the three of the exchange sloppy kisses until all Fyodor can do is tilt his head back and whine at the lips ghosting over the column of his neck, the cut of his jaw, the juncture of his shoulder and fucking everywhere all at once.
Shibusawa cups the base of Fyodor’s cock while Dazai strays near the head, lips locked with Shibusawa’s own for a moment. The brunette sighs softly. “He’s so fucking gorgeous.”
A smile against his lips. “Isn’t he? Especially after taking the both of us so well.”
They pretend Fyodor doesn't secretly love being treated as if he’s not here. As if he’s simply an ornament between them. He whines when Dazai pinches the tip of his cock, shuddering as a thumb soothes the pain right after. Mean.
“You like him mean.” Shibusawa contradicts just as Fyodor realises he’s said that out loud. Dazai chuckles breathlessly, kissing his neck.
“Close?” Fyodor nods, keening as they quicken the pace of their hands.
Shibusawa plants his hips down with a hand and Dazai pushes him over the edge, biting down on his shoulder hard enough that it almost hurts.
Fyodor’s vision whites out for a moment as he gasps, riding out his high as his cum slicks Dazai’s fist. He stays that way for a long time until someone scoffs.
“You got cum on my robe.” Shibusawa sniffs, kissing Fyodor’s forehead but inevitably pushing him towards Dazai. The taller man ignores Fyodor’s glare as he makes his way to the bathroom and shuts the door behind him with a final click.
Dazai flops them down and wraps his arms around Fyodor from behind. The shorter of the two shuts his eyes and winces when Dazai massages his aching thighs quietly.
Neither of them speak for the longest time. Instead, Fyodor turns around and nuzzles into his chest, where the scars he tends to hide are on display, uncovered by his bandages.
Thunder rumbles outside and Fyodor catches the way Dazai’s eyes dim a little as he watches the sky through the window. He decides to shut his eyes and ignore it.
“Chaos begins in a few hours.” Shibusawa hums as he joins them now, draping his heavy, expensive quilt over Dazai and Fyodor and perching himself at the edge of the bed. “Let us rest until then.”
So Fyodor, shutting his eyes once more and adjusting the quilt, rests. Dazai does not. Shibusawa notices but doesn’t seem to care.