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It’s Friday night. The silver moon is high up in the sky, ripping of a hole of light on the curtain of night where sewn stars gleam faintly over the humming suburbs.
Gin is long gone, having escaped through the patio door. Tatsu likes cooking with the door open; it serves the dual purpose of renewing the air indoor and balancing humidity levels — a good househusband knows to stay on top of these things. Ways to Make Your Home Smells Fresh, Fragrant and Fantastic has been his bedtime read this past week.
Rich aromas flow in the kitchen as ferments make dough rise into golden brown rolls. The cinnamon fragrance is going to betray the homemade dessert but it will still be a nice greeting home for Masa, which is what Tatsu and Miku are most excited about.
Tonight’s main dish is his favorite: croquettes from Kiwami Meats with tonkatsu sauce, paired with sautéed vegetables on a dome of rice.
Tatsu is a seasoned cook; he had mastered his Fried Finger Foods class so brilliantly that, at the end of the afternoon, the teacher had cried that his were the best croquettes she had ever had. The Immortal Dragon knows for a fact that his recipe is better, but Masa has a thing for the ones from this shop. So, without a second thought (yet with a bruised pride), he had rose up early this morning to go buy some. He couldn’t risk letting the lunch rush depleting the stock. It’s a good product, even by his standards.
He had stalked the place, mapping out the terrain, and drew an escape route in case things went south, but the deal had gone smoothly and he acquired the goods with no other problem than having forgotten his point card.
In the end, his recipe doesn’t matter; tonight is all about celebrating his underling, after all. Tatsu can make an exception.
So can Miku. She had pre-ordered a couple of Yakuza Vs. dvd’s —her algorithm had fought her hard on that, thinking she’d been hacked. Then, after work, she had hurried to pick them up from Animeland under the judgmental look of the store’s clerk whom she knew had to be PolicureBiggestFan23_ (her boys may think she’s crazy but she knows ball). The dvd bundle includes the newly released Yakuza Vs. Sharks! which Tatsu’s protégé had been bugging the couple about. Miku doesn’t get the appeal of those movies —they lack the finesse, the tension and the overall cuteness of good media, like, say… Policure! But Masa’s happiness is worth it.
Tonight calls for celebration: the young Yakuza deserves to be treated after his first month at his new job… without getting fired!
It’s an entry-level job at a 24/24 shop. Miku had had to call favors from an old friend and promise that she’d ask her husband to cater their kid’s birthday party (she’ll tell Mr. Goon Shades later, after she finds him a less threatening outfit. and demeanour. and face…). The hours are chaotic and the pay is laughable however Masa had been grateful for it. He had promised them that he’d do his best and so far, the married couple has been pleased with his dedication.
To Masa, the mere act of showing up to his job meant he was taking it somewhat seriously. Usually, he’d quit throughout the day, having recalled his favorite show was on or missing being comfy in bed. Or he’d get fired within the first week -once, he’d gotten fired in the first hour of working as a mall mascot. How was he to know the kids would cry if he took off the head piece? It was very hot under it! And that shit weighed a ton!
This time he has held on, though; at first, to make good on his Anesan’s name and reputation, and to make his Aniki proud. Then, he started enjoying it. It wasn’t easy at first; in the morning, his alarm clock felt like a blow to the back of the head, then came Tatsu’s very much real blow to the back of the head if he wasn’t up and ready when he should be. Masa missed being tucked in bed caterpillar-style and lazy days scrolling on guugle with Gin on his lap, snacking on whatever delicious treats Tatsu had made.
But he’s found out working can actually be quite fun. The guy who comes to refill the vending machines gives him snacks and drinks for free. When the store is empty, he makes fake announcements on the mic. And the unique skillset from his past life has allowed him to find perfect blind spots from the cameras, meaning unlimited, paid (!) phone time. His screen time is like 12 hours.
He still has to work on being less familiar with the clientele, and on polishing his appearance (the whole bandaged face, pierced ears and gold chain look makes people talk), but he’s doing okay. No looking for fights, no insulting people, no dipping in the register; by all accounts, he is doing good. Better than at his debut within the clan when they couldn’t trust him to dig a hole in the ground.
Masa drags his feet down the street. He had to stay late for inventory tonight (just how many brands of orange juice can a shop carry??). Plus, his manager had been on his case. In the past, he’d complain to the boys and they’d take care of it for him. Slash the guy’s tires and threaten him or something. Good times. Easier times, he thinks. But well, he’s decided to follow a new way now. And it comes with its perks too; Masa’s pretty sure the delicious scent of baked goods he smells now is coming from his apartment. He dashes up the stairs, two by two.
He’s excited to see Tatsu and Miku. He shouldn’t be because they’re grown ass adults and they live together but he’s missed them. A lot. With him working the night shift now, Tatsu helping out at a friend’s café during the day and the end of the quarter at Miku’s company, it seems the apartment is always empty when he’s there. When the others are indeed at home, Masa’s way too tired for more than a little chat about the day before he hits the hay.
He’s crushed tonight too; the inventory took forever and his feet are killing him but this is the first weekend in like, forever, where the three of them will be at home at the same time. Who knows when he’ll get this chance again? Working life is so hard! How do people do this?
"Tadaimaaaaa!"
Masa’s lips have barely formed the word that he feels strong hands grabbing him. Aniki? Tatsu pats him down then he hears the singular beeping of the metal detector. He shouldn’t be surprised. Old habits die hard.
While he’s being frisked, Miku pops her head through the entryway and welcomes him. "Okaeri!" she chirps as Tatsu takes Masa’s shoes off and huddles him inside, "How was your day?"
"Better now that I’m home!" he yells from the kitchen where he washes up. Tatsu follows close after him, giving him a tea towel to dry his hands, then a kiss on his temple. "It smells good in here! What did you guys make?" The guys is optional because Tatsu isn't letting Miku anywhere near his kitchen.
The words die out on his mouth as he walks in the washitsu where what he knows is dinner but could very well feed a small party has been arranged with style on the low table. There’s just so many plates! And he knows for a fact that Tatsu has been saving that expensive bottle of saké for a special occasion. He had once tried to open it and was rudely sent on his way. Miku had given him a Caprisun instead.
Pristine vases with fresh flowers stand proudly below a banner which reads Congratulations!
What the hell is going on? "Are we… are we expecting guests?" he inquires, confusion pushing his eyebrows high on his forehead in a comical expression.
Masa visualises the calendar they have on the fridge. It’s got all their appointments and events marked down but today’s little square comes up blank in his mind. Did he forget something?
"Congratulations on your first month at work!" the married couple chants at him. There’s a loud pop! and where are those confettis coming from?
There’s a whole five seconds while Masa’s mouth hangs open, fishlike, before his lips bend into a warm smile. They did this for him? "Thank you, guys! You really shouldn’t have…"
He’s glad they have, though. He bends down to inspect the dinner table and all the treats on display. There’s the croquettes from Kiwami Meats that he likes so much, both fish and meat versions. Only Tatsu would make sure to cover all the options like this. He flashes a smile at his mentor who winks at him. Next to it is a big bowl of freshly cut pineapple which he remembers texting Miku about craving some lately. She blows a little kiss at him when he turns to mouth thank you at her.
Dish after dish, he’s amazed to find only things that he enjoys or told, in passing, these past days, to Tatsu and Miku. There’s also -oh! A present?
Masa shoots a curious look at his friends.
"Go on, open it!" They look even more impatient than he is, and, to an outsider’s perspective, their expression could easily be mistaken as murderous. Maybe it’s the light. It highlights two crooked smiles over sharp teeth.
The young Yakuza tears the gifting paper with Christmas morning efficiency. There’s his favourite Yakuza movies, which is he has on his laptop but Miku is always pestering him about the importance of physical media. There’s also -no, it can’t be! He checks it out with avid hands. Yes, it is! It’s Yakuza Vs. Sharks! Masa shrieks happily. He wanted to see this at the movies but never found the time to go because, work duh. And the theater run was so short! How did they get their hands on this?
"It’s been out of stock everywhere I’ve looked!"
"Miku here secured the deal with ease," Tatsu gloats as if something ominous went down. "Got her info from trusted sources and everything." She asked around on forums where she could buy it. "And she got the product through a middle man to cover her tracks." Next day delivery at Animeland pick up locker.
Masa is still admiring the dvd’s cover where two Yakuza in shades survey the beach where a shark lurks in deep water.
"It was strangely easy to get," Miku starts, "This one almost went straight to dvd release." Next to her, The Immortal Dragon guffaws, "Maybe because it’s so shi—" but he’s stopped by his wife with a slap behind the head as she gives a pointed look in Masa’s direction.
Tatsu gives him a formal apology, threatening to cut off his pinky as punishment before Miku stops him again. She yells that it’s not that deep, snatching Tatsu’s tantō from his hands and she even admits that Yakuza Vs. is no Policure to get him to stop yelling that they should throw his body in the river.
They banter loudly and Masa looks on, smiling. He’s glad to be home.
It dawns on him that they must have been preparing this surprise for a while, and Masa feels like he could cry. More than the tangible attentions, it means that they trusted him to succeed at work from the start. Warmth blooms into the young man’s chest at the thought and care they have put into celebrating this milestone of his, as unimportant as it may seem.
The pretend yubitsume is cut to a halt as Tatsu and Miku notice the expression on Masa’s face. They embrace him, close, and Masa feels more loved and valued than he ever has before in his life; heart full with gratitude. Miku kisses the small tear that rolls from the corner of his eye, and her lips feel slightly cool on Masa’s cheek.
"Thank you," he peeps with a shy bow, "It means a lot to me." They don’t break the hug, praising him and patting his back, and Masa wishes he could freeze this moment and be safe, in their arms forever.
It isn’t long before his body reminds him he’s been on his feet for the major part of the day. Then, he’s being laid down on the tatami and in no time, his jeans are off. Uh?
Miku manhandles him so he rests on her lap while his legs are on a cushion in front of Tatsu who has drawn out the massaging oil from the chigaidana. They really did prepare for everything. Tatsu (ever-so careful) warms the oil in his hands before he starts kneading his hands into Masa’s flesh. His underling groans, body chasing after his boss’s touch. He feels like a violin cord being plucked. And Tatsu is first fucking chair.
"You’ve got magic fingers, Aniki," he mouths, the words ripping out of his throat in a high-pitched noise, and Masa would probably feel embarrassed if his mind wasn’t conjuring scenarios where Tatsu’s fingers had indeed proven to be magical. Tatsu’s grip gets a little hard on his calves, and yeah. he’s definitely sharing Masa’s thoughts.
The blonde-haired man is broken out of his fantasies by Miku telling him to open up, and he immediately obeys, his mind not even registering that he doesn’t know what for. She feeds him a slice of fruit, fingers lingering on his lips, and Masa becomes aware of how hard he is breathing while he chews. Ok, let’s calm down, he says to himself. It’s been a while since they’ve taken care of him like that, but it’s no reason to ruin their surprise by getting all hot and bothered. Not so soon.
It goes on for a while, Miku feeding him and playing with his hair while Tatsu massages his legs and Masa is pretty sure he’s turning into a puddle of goo. If he had known this is what working men come home to, he’d have started working ages ago. Hell, he’d be the boss of a freaking Fortune 300 company (whatever that means). What will it be if he gets promoted?
Tatsu works painful knots in his hamstrings and Masa groans again. When. When he gets promoted.
He sighs as the tension from the long day exits his muscles. This is the dream. The trio chats about the day, catching up on office gossip and farmers market incidents and Masa feels completely relaxed.
Nothing can disturb their little bubble of love and domesticity.
Or so he thought because relaxation easily gives way to restlessness and his skin prickles with the telltale signs of arousal, awakened by Tatsu’s expert hands and what. the insuppressible love he feels for his bosses?
He starts squirming in Miku’s lap, as the insistent simmer that’s been building comes to a boil and his cock starts getting hard.
"It’d be like you to want dessert before dinner." Tatsu mocks, and the fond smile on his lips makes his features softer despite the long scar on his face. His Aniki knows him by heart. He continues to work his hands higher, tracing deep circles into Masa’s sore inner thighs and his underling is panting now, desire whipping at his insides. "What happened to being tired?" Miku adds, joining in on the teasing as she tweaks her index fingers into his cheeks. Masa blushes. There’s nothing he could conceal from them. Not his love. Not his want.
"I said my feet were killing me. The rest of me is… well, it's working perfectly fine!"
The couple chuckles warmly, and Masa joins in, happy to make them laugh. Still, embarrassment paints his face red and hot, as if novas have just imploded behind his cheeks. He’s always so eager for them. "It’s okay," Miku reassures him, "We’ll take good care of you tonight. Right, Tacchan?"
His boss nods, hands ghosting at where Masa’s cock is straining at the front of his boxers and the young man trembles expectingly. Tatsu doesn’t touch him there though, causing Masa to bite down on a disappointed whimper which Tatsu swallows when he leans down to kiss him instead.
Fuck. Masa will never get tired of this. Kissing Tatsu is like being dipped into warm honey, like sinking and feeling his lungs get filled inch by inch, literally breathtaking, and it’s as maddening as the first time. The Immortal Dragon takes his time, lips moving nice and slow, and he whispers, low in Masa’s ears, "Missed having my pretty boy under me," before he’s kissing him again.
The words make the young man’s mind black out and his hips hike up, looking for friction, but his Aniki’s hold on him is tight; Tatsu is determined to thoroughly enjoy him, at the pace he sets.
Masa has no other choice than holding onto Miku, trying not to melt into the intenseness of Tatsu’s kiss.
"You’ve been so good," Miku continues when they part again to breathe, "You’ve worked so hard for us. We think you deserve a reward." She’s brought out the praise, and she knows what it does to Masa. She knows that overly sweet voice makes him feel all sorts of ways, all dumb and pathetic. It’s not fair, given how pliant their boyfriend already is, how his body beautifully betrays his desire but she’s never been one to play fair.
In a move that reveals her own excitement, Masa’s shirt is bunched up over his pecs before Miku drags her fingers down his chest. She follows the path of pink blossoming from his neck and Masa twitches when she adds a hint of nail, twin teases of sharpness coming from her manicure and from Tatsu’s mouth on his nipples.
A whimper rips out of him and Masa opens his eyes (when had he closed them?) to find himself pinned under Miku’s lusty gaze. She has that dangerous glint in her eyes, like fire that burns to bright, like a sharp blade caught in the sun and Masa wants nothing else than being cut open by it. She smiles, a little rogue, at him and it looks like she wants to devour Masa. They haven’t done more than kissing right now, but he knows he must look debauched already; rosy cheeks and spit-slick lips. Miku herself looks beautiful with her wild eyes and her messy hair; she shares the same edge of unpredictability Tatsu has and it makes Masa go absolutely crazy. He gasps. How could he ever pretend that he doesn’t burn for them?
A full-body shiver seizes him and Masa honestly thinks he could come from just this. God knows he has from way less before.
It’s been a while since he’s been touched so it’s easy for him to get ready to ride the wave of spiking pleasure coursing through his spine. His eyelids flutter shut again. Here we go, he thinks he says or maybe thinks very hard, but his eyes shoot back open when the feeling dies down; the threatening ripple sinking gently back under water as his body is deserted of touch.
He frowns (pouts) and words form on his lips, although Masa doesn’t know yet if he’ll beg or protest, but his lovers don’t give him time to complain. One might say he’s a bit spoiled. (He is, most definitely.)
"Go take a shower, so we can properly wear you out."
Tatsu’s command makes Masa feel immensely weak at the knees yet he manages to get up, fumbling a bit in his hurriedness. It’s as if his cock, gorged up and hard, is tilting the world off its axis. The thought is nonsensical but given that most of his blood is now flowing south, he should be grateful he’s still able to think about something other than rolling over and getting fucked. The couple’s gaze on him is starving and for a second, Masa wants to sink back down on his knees and fucking. worship them. However, with a couple of hurried pecks, he’s sent on his way.
Surely Tatsu won’t scold him for leaving a trail of clothes on the way to the bathroom?
After a moment, Masa emerges from the shower and into the shinshitsu, skin pearling with droplets of water. The futons are already out, toys and lube by their side. It makes him hot all over again; Tatsu and Miku had carefully planned out the evening: dine him and massage him while they watched his favorite movie then play with him and fuck him ‘til he forgot his name. They’ve missed me, he thinks, and the thought makes his heart sing with affection. It feels comforting (and ego-boosting) to know that he’s been on their mind. That they’ve longed for him during those weeks were three couldn’t work as one.
Perhaps not as much as him though, as neither of them is showing up.
Impatient, Masa grabs the lube and he continues what he’s started in the shower, working on opening himself up. He lets his moans fall out of his lips, unbothered about being heard. If anything, it’ll get his lovers in the bedroom faster. The sensation is more pleasant now; the lube makes everything more slick and he fucks himself full with his fingers. Masa groans, he loves being filled. He wonders who will take him first tonight; if it’ll be Miku with her strap-on or Tatsu’s cock and the young man shivers at the possibilities.
Still, no one shows and for an instant, Masa contemplates the fact that they might be making him wait, deliberately. He presses a flushed cheek on a cool pillow as humiliation creeps in and a small whine escapes his lips. It bothers him a little how hot he finds it. It’s so… debasing. He had held off on touching his dick for as long as he could, focusing mainly on playing with his hole but now, he’s humping the air, cock angry against his stomach. He takes himself in hand, fucking into his fist slowly while his imagination runs wild.
Finally, the shoji door slides open and and he’s happy not be alone anymore, although, one glare from Tatsu is enough to make him stop his ministrations.
The married couple undresses each other, taking their time, without sparing him a single glance, and Masa feels as if he’s not even there; he knows now that he’s being ignored on purpose. Being teased like that breaks his brain a little… it makes him feel like he’s only there for their pleasure, like he’s a toy they can use whenever they want. It’s pathetic.
Miku runs her hands on her husband’s muscular chest then in his black hair, and Masa bites back a whine when Tatsu pulls her into a deep, passionate kiss. It’s dirty and hot, a well-known and practiced dance between two bodies moving as one. Masa is fucking obsessed with them, with how in tune they are with each other. With how much they love each other.
Miku palms at her husband’s erection and he breaks the kiss to start sucking down on her neck, before leaving a trail of kisses along it and latching his furious mouth onto her perky breasts. She melts against him as Tatsu kneads the flesh of her asscheeks, while her hand keeps working his engorged shaft.
Masa is transfixed, body taunt with want, waiting for the moment where they’ll allow him to join in. For now, he’s like a puppy at his master’s feet and he feels like he’s burning up from arousal and the slight humiliation. He’s right where he fucking wants.
Miku catches a drop of precome on her fingertips and for a second, she looks at Masa and he thinks she’s going to make him lick them but she smirks instead, bringing her fingers to her own mouth, laughing silently. Masa moans embarrassingly loud and he thinks he hears them giggle, although he can’t really tell behind the thumping of his heartbeat which echoes behind his ears.
Tatsu captures his wife’s lips in a lewd kiss once again, and she indulges him before she drags him down onto the futon with her, laughing out loud now. "C’mon, that’s enough teasing, baby. Look how desperate he is. And he’s been so good already, hasn’t he?"
Masa agrees with Miku, no more teasing. If he doesn’t get something (anything!) soon, he might actually lose his mind. Then she reaches out a hand to Masa and cups his jaw, stroking his cheek with her thumb. He lets himself feel the caress, leaning into it.
"You’re a good boy, aren’t you?" she asks in that sing-songy voice and Masa can’t help but nod along her words, feeling his mouth form a breathy y-yeah. Tatsu and Miku pepper him in kisses, as two pairs of eager hands, slide, serpentine and warm, around his body. Teeth nip at his neck and nails scratch at his skin, marking him, while he’s being fondled and nuzzled everywhere, and kissed successively by both of them. Masa can’t tell who’s doing what. The pleasure is too intense and the endless string of praise falling from their lips is too distracting. It’s like he’s being swallowed, like his body begins and ends with them.
"Please — fuck, please,"
He wants to say something but it’s the only word that makes sense. He wants to be good. He wants to be good for them so bad that it hurts. Heat is pooling deep within him and he’s wheezing hard again.
A hand slides into his hair, and the pull is just enough that it feels grounding. "What do you want, sweetheart?" Tatsu asks, voice deep with desire.
"W-wanna be good for you, for both of you." He wants to say use me. fuck me. fucking, possess me. But the words feel too heavy in his mouth, his tongue can’t quite curl up around them.
"Oh sweetie, you already are," Miku assures him with a languid kiss. He shudders, a syrupy warmth spreading through him. He feels her hand close around his erection, and he whines softly. Miku’s hand is soft but her grip is hard; she feels like heaven and silk and the Yakuza is happy to fuck into her fist with a disjointed rhythm. Tatsu’s stare is heated on them, eyes shrouded with lust. His hands are on his cock too, and Masa deliberately licks his lips, hoping his Aniki will understand. Tatsu does, obviously.
"This what you want, baby?" he goads, hand snaking around Masa’s jaw before cupping his nape and Masa acquiesces, nodding.
Tatsu leans back on the futon, arranging the cushions around him so he can watch Masa. His underling always gives him such a good show. Masa was born for sucking dick; he says so out loud, choking on his words as Miku swiftly swoops in to lick the head of his cock, catching the droplets of precome dribbling from it. She can’t resist; Tatsu’s cock is perfect, girthy and pink at the top and he looks handsome with his black hair slicked back with sweat.
"Stop that, you!" her husband squeaks with a sound of mock-complaint, flicking his hands at her sides. She laughs too, before scooting a little closer to Masa, lacing her fingers through his hair with one hand while she holds the base of Tatsu’s cock with the other. "You want it, sweetie?" Miku asks, and Masa’s mouth is salivating. He feels a little dumb, waiting on his knees, cock red against his belly, while drool gathers in mouth, threatening to drip at the corners.
He nods a bit fast, and he thinks he’d manage to babble out some sort of plea but she’s yanking at his hair and burying his face in Tatsu’s taint. The musky-clean smell makes his head spin and Masa’s definitely begging now. He wants it in his mouth. Now.
Miku allows him to lick a few stripes up the length of her husband’s cock. And Masa tongues around the spot under the head, where he knows Tatsu is sensitive.
The Immortal Dragon gasps and it’s seconds before his hands replace Miku’s and he properly feeds his cock to Masa. The three of them moan as Masa takes Tatsu’s length in and he starts making embarrassing slurping sounds, jaw stretched wide. Masa looks up through his eyelashes and his gaze locks with Tatsu’s, who smiles at him before he inhales sharply at the sight of his boy. He hears something like unbelievable being muttered, and Masa may have his mouth stuffed full with dick but his body exults in pride.
"You look so pretty, sweetheart," Tatsu growls out almost painfully, and Miku hums in agreement, "Yeah, he looks perfect," then she leans back to kiss her husband. Masa makes a strangled, happy sound, sinking down more onto his boss’s cock. They’re giving him a show as much as he is.
He builds a nice rhythm, lapping and sucking enthusiastically, before burying his boss’s length inside his throat. Tatsu’s hips are rising along with Masa’s mouth and he curses under his breath, anchoring himself with a hand in Masa’s hair and the other on Miku’s breasts. His gut coils when Masa starts playing with his balls with both hands, then he stops so he can let his tongue lather the crown of Tatsu’s dick, dipping it into the slit.
Their eyes connect again and Masa manages a feeble smile before sinking down fully on Tatsu’s dick, deepthroating him. Tatsu releases a low moan. Yeah, he’s fucking born for this.
Masa’s mind starts getting all nice and fuzzy. It’s always like this when gives head, and for a while, all he hears is the sound of his mouth on his Aniki’s big cock, slurping and gagging.
Soon, a well-known squelch joins in and Masa can’t stop his hips from driving into the futon as he realises Miku is playing with herself. He wants to see —is she using her fingers or her dildo? But Tatsu’s hold is solid on him and Masa whimpers pitifully around his cock. Still, Tatsu doesn’t move. Fuck. He loves it when his Aniki is in charge like this. Makes him feel warm all over.
Vibration join the chorus of breaths and fluids and now, it’s clear as rain that Miku is using her toy.
He really wants to see her fuck her pretty cunt open, and Tatsu must sense his growing frustration because he eases his grasp on Masa, letting him go as he’s coming up for air. The Immortal Dragon’s wife looks sinful: propped up on one elbow so she can watch them, she’s stuffing a pink dildo inside of her, legs spread. Tatsu’s hand is still worrying her pebbled nipples, flicking and slapping her tender breasts in rhythm with her movements.
Masa feels like he’s combusting or set on fire, whichever is more exacting.
"You’re such a slut for Tacchan’s cock, baby. Look how wet you’ve made me." Having said that, Miku opens her legs wider, putting her lovely cunt on display as she slowly takes the silicone cock out. Her bush is all wet with slick and lube, and Masa can see her pink lips tighten around nothing. His cock twitches again, leaking a steady streak of precome, and he hopes he gets to fuck into that pretty heat at some point tonight.
She mouths Come here at him, and Masa goes to her, crawling on all fours to where she’s laying down on the futon, legs spread and cunt glistening. He wants to taste her so bad. She’s always so sweet and warm, and he loves feeling her thighs wrap around his head as she rides his face. He advances on her, tongue first, eager to lick her all over when a hand tugs hard at the short hairs at the back of his head. The pain is sharp and good and it goes, like fire, right down Masa’s cock.
"Ah-ah," Tatsu says, guiding his underling back down on his cock, "I think I’ll keep that pretty mouth on me for now. Missed it way too much." Masa goes without resistance, jaw going slack around the cock that’s being fed to him. He fucking loves this.
"Good boy," Tatsu groans, as Masa starts bobbing up and down his cock again. Miku moans indignantly as she guides her dildo back inside her pussy. "You, on the other hand, are evil," she says, batting Tatsu’s hand away from her tits. The Immortal Dragon chuckles softly, "That’s no way to speak to your husband, babe."
She quips back, voice wavering on a moan, when he takes hold of her toy, fucking it back into her faster, "And that’s no way-y to speak to your boss."
Masa feels Tatsu’s cock pulsing in his mouth. This is doing it for him too. Fuck. Somewhere, in the part of his brain that still works, he’s proud of the effect he has on them.
Tatsu relents and leads his boy’s head between Miku’s legs, "Go ahead since you want it so much, baby."
Masa licks a broad stripe on Miku’s fat lips before sucking gently on her clit. She moans approvingly, "Tacchan is right, sweetie, you are really made for this." And it makes Masa wants to. fucking. howl or something; instead he nips at the smaller lips of her vulva, making her bleat sinfully.
Tatsu caresses them both, kissing whatever part of skin he can get to.
After a while pleasuring Miku, Masa gets back up on his elbows, one hand settling between his Aniki’s thighs before he swallows him down again. He reads surprise on Tatsu’s face whose eyelids droop half closed in pleasure before Masa crawls back down in between Miku’s legs, giving her head, then he comes up again to suck Tatsu. The back and forth doesn’t last long because Tatsu is pulling him up into a vicious kiss. "You’re such a fucking slut, sweetheart."
Miku moans as she watches them and Tatsu’s hands find her pussy, slipping two digits inside. The sound of her cunt getting rapidly fucked is entrancing, and Masa wishes he could watch her take Tatsu’s fingers but he’s too occupied with being kissed within an inch of his life before his Aniki starts marking his flushed skin. He marks easily, and the couple has admitted before that it’s fun to leave patterns all over him, on his neck, on his chest, on his ass, see how long they stick.
Masa likes to leave his own marks as well, and he sucks on the skin just above Tatsu’s pecs, breaking capillaries to leave red love bites over his clan tattoos.
Miku is close and when Tatsu’s mouth leaves Masa’s neck to give her some encouraging words -c’mon babe, I know you’re a good girl too— it helps break the dam, and she squirts all over the sheets, soaking them both. Masa leans to down to give her short, sweet kisses as she recovers from her orgasm. Sweat trickles down her body.
The Immortal Dragon brings the hand that he used on her to his wife's lips, then to his own, and he tastes his girl’s juices before guiding it to Masa’s mouth. His underling gladly accepts it and he sucks hard on it until Tatsu groans. "Still want it real bad, yeah, sweetheart?" Tatsu's voice is teasing but there’s an edge behind, like his restraint is about to snap. His fingers press deeper into Masa’s mouth, making him gag, before he's pulling them out. Masa's cock is so hard it makes him feel dizzy.
"Look at you, baby, your pretty cock is weeping for us," Miku says, up to play again, and the sole mention of his dick is enough to make Masa’s length pulse valiantly.
"How do you want us?" she queries, and Masa glances at her hole, still open and slick. He wants to fuck her. And he doesn’t know if he should curse the heavens or not for landing a lover as attentive as his Aniki, because Tatsu catches his gaze and asks, "Yeah, baby boy? You wanna fuck my wife?"
Masa’s head is spinning but he manages to say, in a broken voice, "Want you —Aniki, w-want you too, please."
The Immortal Dragon smiles warmly, "Is that right, honey? At the same time?" and when Masa shakes his head in agreement, a little dumb, Tatsu commends him with a long, governing kiss. "I should’ve known that’s what my pretty little slut wanted."
The words set Masa’s skin on fire and before he knows it, he’s rolling onto his belly and arching his back. He’s vaguely aware of how fucking pathetic he looks, and Masa buries his head into his elbow, just over a pillow, hiding his shame into the crook of it. "None of that, baby boy," Tatsu croons, running greedy hands all over his underling's thighs, "Lemme see that pretty hole."
Masa tilts his hips up, cock hanging heavy above the bedsheets, and Miku slithers by his side. She nips on his plump asscheeks before using her hands to spread him apart for Tatsu. "There we are," her husband huffs, voice rough, "That’s gorgeous."
The position is perfectly debasing, and Masa can feel his cock leaking precome on the futon. He shouldn’t feel so embarrassed, Tatsu knows his body to the letter, but he can’t help but blush under his boss’s attention.
He hears spitting then Masa feels saliva dripping from his rim to his balls. His face burns with shame. He’s already open from playing with himself earlier, but Tatsu is gentle and he adds more lube before slowly working one finger inside. His fingers are more rough than Masa’s and the stretch feels nice and foreign, and so do Miku’s hands who fondle his ass.
Masa doesn't realise that he is making intelligible noise, that he is begging fuckmefuckmefuckme, until he hears Miku giggle. "Alright, alright, honey, he’s gonna give it to you," she shushes him.
Tatsu adds another finger and starts fucking him good, pressing unerringly against his prostate. Masa warns him brokenly, "Tatsu—"
His boss strikes like lighting. The slap Masa receives stings so much he sees stars. "Tonight’s all about you, sweetheart, but I’ll still hear some respect."
"Aniki!" Masa cries out, correcting himself as his arms give out under him. Fuck. That’s hot. And Miku must think so too because she goes back to fingering herself.
Tatsu’s fingers start moving again and Masa does as well. He’s sinked too low on the futon and his thighs are burning, muscles straining to compensate. Still, he keeps fucking himself back on Tatsu’s fingers, desperate for more. The scent around them is all sex, sweat and sheer want. Masa is close. Needy noises seep out from his mouth, words stretched beyond comprehensible by his babbling mouth, too incoherent from the mind-numbing fucking he’s getting.
"That’s it, sweetie, fuck yourself back on Tacchan’s fingers," Miku whines —she must be close again and the thought makes Masa impossibly hotter. "Make yourself come."
Masa winces with the effort to go against her command. He has to fight his body on this. He doesn’t want to come like this. He’s a young man with hot partners; he usually has at least two good rounds in him before he taps out. However, he’s been deprived for so long; he can feel this one’s going to hit hard and he’s not sure he’ll be able to get it up again quite so soon. "Please, I wanna. W-wanna take it," he begs, breath whistling through his throat in a sob.
"You sure?" Tatsu asks, fingers slowing down before they come to a complete stop, then out of the gaping hole. Masa gathers his strength to roll onto his back. When the fog clears a little, he says "Y-yeah, I’m sure. Wanna be between you both."
They pet him and kiss him until he calms down. The pace is slow now, and it feels nice, different from earlier when he thought he was going to die, but it’s still good.
Miku places a few pillows beneath her then she pulls Masa on top of her, never breaking the kiss as she wraps her arms on his shoulders. Masa feels a third, wet, hand guiding his cock inside her sloppy folds. "That’s it, baby boy, get deep inside her." Tatsu whispers, as Masa pushes in with trembling legs. Oh-h. Miku feels tight and wet. Masa works his length in, grinding in slowly.
Once they’re both settled, he feels Tatsu moving behind him, cock slick and rocking between his asscheeks. "You ready for me, honey?"
Masa nods, hand padding blindly behind him to guide Tatsu’s hips closer. There’s the feel of the blunt head pressing against his hole, then it’s pushing in, slowly past his rim, and deep inside him. Masa moans. His body gives out completely onto Miku, and his hips are only being help up by Tatsu’s firm grip. He feels hot all around; Miku, slick around his dick, and Tatsu stretching him from behind.
"Fuck," Tatsu growls out, barely holding himself still after bottoming all the way inside of Masa, waiting until the young man can catch his breath. He’s panting, hard, between them. "Feels good, honey?" Miku asks, checking up on Tatsu as she gently pets Masa’s hair and rocks up into him. "Yes, babe, he feels so good and hot, shit," Tatsu answers, his voice getting a little breathier. They're acting like he's not there again, and Masa is positively dozy now.
He looks gone over Miku, eyes hazy, reduced to his most primal instincts. She thinks they could do anything to him and he’d just let them. He’d welcome it, even, wanting nothing more than being good for them, like he is taking it now. The thought makes her heart beat unevenly.
"You’re taking us so well, baby, how do you feel?" she asks, her eyes gentle yet intense as they look searchingly at Masa. She likes him like this and she can see his brows furrow as if he’s having trouble summoning words from the back of his mind. Cute.
Nnghh. The first thing he says is less of a word than a stretched out whine. Masa tries again. "Owned," he blurts out and this is all he can manage yet the couple groans at the word.
Then, he’s beyond words again as Tatsu fucks him full. Masa loves taking him; his Aniki is so heavy and thick inside him, sparks of pleasure fire up throughout his entire body with every single thrust. He tries to push back against Tatsu and his boss gets the hint, starting to fuck him a little harder.
Tatsu can’t explain how good Masa feels around him. He uses his strength to pull Masa back onto his cock and then push him forward into Miku’s cunt. His underling goes pliantly, and he’s making these pitiful uh-uh-uh noises and it’s driving Tatsu insane, possessiveness reeling inside him. He bites down on Masa’s neck and his lover moans vocally. Hell-fucking-yes Tatsu owns him.
Drool is dripping on Masa’s chin and the young man couldn’t wipe it off if he wanted. There isn’t a single thought in his brain, just nerves being set alight by pleasure. Miku opens her mouth to collect his saliva. Then, she’s grabbing the side of his face with force and Masa gasps as her thumb presses against his tongue. It’s wet. She’s… fuck- she’s fucking his spit back into his mouth. The realization sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through Masa. He makes a loud, desperate sound.
"Our pretty slut likes being used?" Miku asks, and Masa hums in response, high and weak, unable to contain himself as his eyes roll back at the pleasure branding in his body. The repeated drag of Tatsu’s cock against his prostate makes Masa pummel hard inside Miku who whimpers under him, and he feels everything, everywhere, all at once. They’re a fucking mess. They love it.
Tatsu grabs onto Masa’s arms, holding them tight behind his back. This has to be his favorite view in the world. His two beloveds under him, lost in the pleasure he gives them. Few sights bring him as much joy and pride as this one. It scratches an itch deep inside him. Knowing that he’s doing this, that he is making them feel like this. Fuck. He’d do anything for them. He’d go back to the Yakuza for them. He’d kill for them. He’d die for them. He lives for them. They mean everything to him.
They are his everything.
Masa begs for him and it pushes all the thoughts out of Tatsu’s head. He realises how hard his hips piston into him, how hard his hands hold onto his upper body. Masa looks perfect like this, bent in pleasure. He’s taking his reward so well. Always so obedient. Always so fucking good. "Look at you taking my cock, baby boy. You love this, don’t you?"
"Aniki…" Masa cries out, bending his neck to look pleadingly at his boss. "M’close. Need to. Please."
Tssk. What kind of boss is he? He’s failed to tend to his boy’s needs. He needs to do better. Slowly, The Immortal Dragon’s hands slither over Masa’s tattoos — the koi fish on his back seems to swim along with his defined back muscles, scales undulating under a fine sheet of sweat. Tatsu has always liked Masa’s tattoos; they suit his vibrant personality well. He kisses his underling’s back, gnawing here and there at the flushed skin while Masa gasps.
He loves hearing Masa. He can’t get enough of him like this: helpless, open and submitting under him. Tatsu follows the colorful lines all the way down to Masa’s chest, caressing Miku’s breasts in the process. The skin there has become very sensitive from tonight’s abuse and she winces when he tweaks her left nipple. Both of his lovers are alike in this matter; Tatsu should test it out someday, see who quakes first under his care, just from this. He says so, letting them in on his perverted idea and Tatsu feels his own hips stutter, affected by his own words.
"Fuck-k, Tacchan—" Miku moans, spreading her legs even more to welcome Masa’s pounding. Tatsu knows his wife; she won’t be far behind his underling. He can hear how wet she is, how good Masa is filling her.
He fucks Masa hard and fast now; that’s pace he likes most when he’s on all fours. Greedy little thing. Under him, Masa is forced to follow and adapts a similar pace to take Miku and, like this, Tatsu feels like he is fucking them both at the same time. The noises they make are obscene: the squelch of Miku’s cunt, skin slapping on skin hard, the three of them dripping with lube, come, spit and sweat. Their ragged breaths and breathy moans swirl in the evening air. So does Tatsu’s name, called in reverence and need.
It feels good. Masa wants to come. He cries out for his boss again but it’s no use as Tatsu is staring at where they are connected, delighting in how Masa’s rim is stretching out over his thick cock. It earns him a few calming touches from Miku. Been there, done that. Waiting for Tatsu as he admires his work —at flower arranging classes, while baking, in the bedroom— can be challenging, even for her. Her husband has that focused, almost scary look on his face and she can guess what he’s thinking, feel how he is beaming with pride at the thought of giving them what they want. What they need.
Tatsu is so always good to them. Miku feels herself growing more desperate too; seeing him like this always gets her going. She tightens her grip on Masa, her cunt around his cock and her hands on his sides.
A pitiful, broken whine hangs around them in the air and Masa’s headspace has dropped now, body completely caving in to them.
"D’you want to come, slut? Make a big mess inside my wife?" Tatsu asks him, and his sharp words contrast with the gentle kisses he spreads on the younger man’s neck. Masa bows, hips faltering. He’s too far gone for words, balancing perfectly on a needle’s point. "What a good boy, still waiting for permission when tonight’s for you. Take your pleasure, sweetheart."
Shivers rise on Masa’s skin. The tenderness in his Aniki’s voice, of being praised and spread out between the two people he loves most in this world make him feel infinitely safe. He’s theirs entirely. "What about you, honey?" Tatsu queries, turning his attention to his wife. He places the flat of his thumb on her lips. "I’ll eat Masa’s come out of you until you spill again all over my face."
Tacchan — Tatsu feels her mouth move more than he hears her voice. Instinctively, Miku comes up on her elbows, chasing after a kiss from her husband’s lips. And who is Tatsu to deny her? She’s his boss, after all. He adores her.
Bending down further, Tatsu kisses her langorously, moving his hand from Miku’s face to Masa’s neck, expertly cutting his airways. Masa comes on the spot. Seeing his boss and his boss lady kiss, feeling their love for each other, their connection literally through him… it’s too much. He spills inside Miku in a series of erratic thrusts, chasing the pressure on his prostate from Tatsu’s cock and the warm wetness of Miku’s insides. He’s pretty sure he’s blacked out from how hard he came because Tatsu’s voice checking up on him feels like cotton in his ears.
"M’kay", he says, when the world comes back in focus. He feels like he’s been scrubbed raw. Phew.
A merry Miku welcomes him into her arms, encouraging her lover to come down from his high. She pets his hair, praising him for being so good and coming so hard inside her.
The older Yakuza pulls out carefully before checking Masa’s rim. His underling is practiced but they can never be too careful, especially when the three of them get all too desperate for one another like this. On a job, a boss has to evaluate every detail. The sensation is enough to trigger a few lazy thrusts from Masa, who hisses as he pushes the last drops of his come into Miku. Tatsu chuckles lightly, draping a soothing hand over Masa’s back before giving him a sharp slap across the ass.
The blonde man lets out a small whine. Fuck. His body is still shaking in tremors but there’s that low, burning heat again, growing inside him once more. Really? he says to himself.
Tatsu kisses the back of his neck and it’s as if he knows they’ll have to take care of Masa again before the night is out. Before that though, he’s made a promise to his wife and he intends to honor it. The Immortal Dragon is a man of his words.
Masa pulls out of Miku, rolling out of the way and onto his back with great effort. His body weighs a ton and Tatsu has to help him get comfortable, back against a wall of cushions. He moves Masa around like a ragdoll, and it sends Masa's mind spiralling again and yeah. he’s definitely getting hard again. The human spirit is truly indomitable.
That done, Masa invites Miku to lay between his legs, gently pulling her backwards so she can lay on his chest. She goes willingly, arousal burning up again inside her at the idea of what this position announces. She can feel Masa’s cock getting hard behind her and he winces when she wiggles against his hardening bulge, still sensitive from having come so recently. He’s really easy for us, she thinks, groaning lowly, but she’s reminded that she is too when the young man starts running his hands on her body; her back is hot over his chest and her skin is soft albeit a tad tacky with sweat but it feels nice to the touch. Miku responds to the caress, melting in his touch and Masa slides his hands under her thighs, helping her to prop her legs open for Tatsu. All inviting.
Silent, The Immortal Dragon admires them, tugging his dick bluntly to take the edge off. Miku and Masa are a divine sight. He teases himself a little, rubbing at the sensitive slit while he cups his balls. Tatsu wants to take them apart again. Guessing his boss's train of thoughts, Masa lets one hand travel down from Miku’s thigh to her larger lips, spreading her up for Tatsu. She’s wet with her own slick and now, with Masa’s come.
"Shit-, now that’s really fucking pretty," Tatsu intones darkly, enjoying the view, "Masa’s fucked you full of come, babe," and he takes his hands off himself so that he doesn’t give into the need to keep jerking off until he spills on them.
He can’t lie, the idea of plunging inside his wife’s welcoming heat and feel both of their releases on him is tempting. He wants to add his own to it, fuck her until she’s full with them both. He knows she loves it. As if reading her husband’s thoughts, Miku pulses in anticipation, causing Masa’s cum to leak out of her pussy. Creamy white over pink folds.
There’s a broken look on Tatsu’s face then suddenly, he’s pouncing on her, licking her up.
She cries out, "Tacchan!" as she starts to thrash in Masa’s arms. However, Masa promptly stops her, holding her tight. If anything, he knows how to follow in his boss’s footsteps and he recognises an ambush when he sees one. Miku is completely at their mercy!
Her moans fill the air as Masa shushes her sweetly, kissing her forehead. "You can take it, Anesan," he drawls a tad mockingly, mimicking the tone she always takes with him, and a sadistic smile takes over his features.
One of her hands finds purchase in his hair and she yanks on it, meanly. She’ll make him pay for that, she thinks while Tatsu’s tongue carries out its assault on her vulva. Although, for now, she can’t do anything but take it. And so she takes it, giving in beautifully. She comes with a high whimper, pleading them both, God knows what for.
Still, Tatsu keeps on going, eating her out with passion, as if his life depends on it. He isn’t done with her! Masa notes with awe. He recognises Tatsu’s fighting spirit. There’s the Immortal Dragon! There’s his boss in all his glory!
Masa decides to strike too. Freeing Miku’s arms, the younger Yakuza attacks her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples. Now she’s done for! Miku holds onto them as good as she can as another orgasm comes crashing down on her and she spends herself over Tatsu’s face.
Soiled with his lovers’ releases, the Immortal Dragon comes up to his feet quickly. Masa catches the frantic look in his dark eyes right before Tatsu he straddles them and feeds him his cock. He’s won over two turfs tonight, he won’t last long now, and he uses his underling’s mouth, finally chasing after his own pleasure.
Between Miku coming and Tatsu fucking his mouth, Masa’s rock hard again and he ruts over nothing, starting to feel helpless again.
Having regained her spirits, Miku rises up again, caressing her husband’s inner thighs. Her two boys understand the signal which means she’s ready to switch and Masa opens his mouth, letting his boss go over to his lady. Tatsu slides into a different heat and it feels just as blissful. Holding onto his wife’s brown hair, he fucks her throat fast as she gags and Masa looks on with eager eyes.
Fuck. Tatsu moans, throwing his head back as his hips lose their rhythm, pleasure rising fast. Masa can’t wait anymore. "Aniki?"
Tatsu’s eyes shoot back open and he looks down at Masa questioningly. The younger man licks his lips and Tatsu nods automatically. "I’ll give it to you, sweetheart, don’t worry," he pants, bringing a hand down to caress Masa’s face.
Feeling him getting close, Miku sucks his cock with fervor and soon, Tatsu feels the heat in his stomach intensify, precipitating him toward his close. Hurriedly, he warns her off and grabs onto Masa, bringing his pretty face to his cock. Tatsu fists his length with a fast, vice-like grip.
"You’ve been so good to us, Tacchan!" Miku encourages him, "You can let go whenever you want, honey." The hand in his hair gets tighter and Masa pushes Tatsu over the edge when he begs, "Give me your come, Aniki."
Tatsu comes over his hand, warm liquid spilling in ropes onto Masa’s face, as he’s moaning and grunting high. Masa takes the pink tip into his mouth because why the hell not? and Tatsu breathes hard, whimpering. Masa matches him, never breaking eye contact as his Aniki keeps shooting blobs of come in his mouth. He works Tatsu through it until his boss crashes down on their futon, completely spent.
Masa and Miku soothe him, rubbing his lax body. Holy fuck.
It’s not long before Tatsu moves again, making a noise of pure satisfaction and Miku greets him, "Welcome back, honey."
"Hey yourself," he answers before pulling her into a deep kiss, tongue rubbing gently against hers. They separate, a trickle of saliva still joining their lips, and despite himself, Masa makes a little noise, ratting on his arousal. Tatsu manhandles Masa to get on top of him. He places himself right over the younger man’s crotch, his pretty dick sitting right in front of his face. "And hey you!"
He ghosts a kiss on the pink, wet crown. "Looks like our baby boy still have one more for us," Tatsu teases with an endearing look, "D'you want to keep going, sweetheart?"
Precome leaks from Masa’s cock and it’s a good enough answer for the couple.
"What d’you want, uh? My mouth?" Tatsu starts, going down on him as if to demonstrate his skill. Masa moans loudly; Tatsu excels in everything. "Or you’d prefer fucking me?" And Masa’s mind almost explodes at the proposal. "Or you’d rather have Miku’s strap-on?"
Over Tatsu’s shoulders, Miku waves at him devilishly, then she’s leaning away to get the toy. Masa flusters hot as he realises she’s already guessed his answer. "Strap-on. Want-uh wanna get fucked again," he slurs out, mind dizzy. And what? Call him greedy but he’s dying here.
Tatsu smiles wide, all teeth, "My pretty slut just loves getting fucked, right?" and Masa’s way past feeling humiliated, although a shiver crosses his entire body at the words; he dimply nods and admits the truth, "Yeah— I love it, I love you."
Tatsu pulls him up for a kiss. "We love you too, sweetheart."
They tell him quite enough. Every day. As he leaves for work and Tatsu’s making sure he’s packed his bento and taken his umbrella; slipped in with no warning in the middle of a chat conversation that’s only Instogram reels; when they’re trying new skincare routines and the married couple draws mousse hearts on his cheeks; when he wakes up at night and he’s cuddled back to sleep. Still, Masa feels his heart expands when he hears the statement. They love him. It’s as simple as that. And he loves them, God, does he love them!
"Please," he says, and it’s more urgent now that those three words have bound him.
Miku wastes no time to put on her strap-on; she’s become quite skilled at installing it fast. With two eager boys in her care, she can’t afford to waste a second. Call it being a good boss. Under Tatsu’s watchful yet agog eye, she gets back on the futon, settling between Masa’s spread legs.
"Hi, pretty boy," she sing-songs and the way she makes the vowels drag makes Masa tremble with arousal, impatience and a little fear. She’s sure to get him good for what he did earlier. Masa fidgets, wanting to roll over on all fours. It’s all he can do to escape her wicked gaze. He’s halfway on his side when perfectly manicured hands pin him in place.
"Nope," Miku enunciates with a pop, "I wanna see your pretty face as you come on my strap, baby." Masa gasps and he thinks Tatsu does too because he hears a rough You tell him, babe, coming from where he’s watching them entranced. She gives him a rough kiss, claiming what she already owns. Then, just for the two of them, she retaliates, lowly in his ear, "You’re such a little bitch, I should make you suck my strap ‘til you come instead."
She won’t do it, not tonight, but the thought is enough to make Masa whimper as she ruts against him.
Masa’s hands shake as he holds his own thighs apart, and he begs her again. He’s still open from earlier, and Miku doesn’t any waste time; she smears lube on his fluffy hole then she sinks her slicked silicone cock all the way inside him. It’s a few inches longer than Tatsu’s cock, but the girth is comparable and Masa moans as he’s being filled again.
She’s moving her hips with exuberant greed and the speed of it punches out the prettiest noises out Masa’s mouth as pleasure scorches, once again, in his veins. Masa can honestly say he’s being fucked stupid. And with that same honestly, he’ll say that he loves it.
Tatsu lolls one hand across his chest, airy and light yet the feeling is igniting on Masa’s skin. It stops on his belly, palm flat and fingers spread wide. "I can feel her fill you up, sweetheart."
And yeah. Masa’s brain is broken.
It’s starting to be too much. The heat, the overstimulation, the pressure of the strap-on inside him — he wants to come again. He takes a hold of his cock but Tatsu fucking tuts him, grabbing Masa’s wrist to stop him. "You don’t need that, honey," Tatsu interjects with a calm voice, kissing his underling's hand.
Masa shakes his head broadly, "I-Aniki, I can’t, I don’t think I can. I can't-t." He’s come untouched a few times before, and it's a gouging delight, but right now, the pleasure feels charring. It hurts.
The Immortal Dragon fake pouts, amused, "Who’s asked you to think, baby boy?" and the young man moans, but Tatsu actually looks at him like he’s expecting an answer so Masa mumbles, "N-no one’s asked me."
"Who’s in charge of your pleasure, slut?" The noise that comes out of Masa is definitely a sob. His eyes shut, tears catching in his long eyelashes, "You-you are!"
"That’s right," Tatsu continues approvingly, "So when I tell you to enjoy my wife fucking you open with her strap-on, what do you say?"
And he knows he’s pulling out all the stops now, laying it on thick and heavy, just like his boy likes. There’s a beat before Masa answers where he’s just panting hard, then he chokes out, "Thank you, Aniki." He repeats himself, over and over again.
His cock is drooling profusely on his stomach, precome sliding down over his flanks, and pooling in his navel. Masa feels positively ruined. And he’s right on the edge but it’s too much yet not enough at the same time.
"Good boy," Tatsu praises him. Masa can hear the smile in Tatsu’s proud voice, and that shuts him up for good. What his boss says goes. Tears pearl at the corners of his eyes, and he whines high in his throat. It feels good. He's good. And Masa is actually crying now. That’s what he wants, that’s all he ever wants.
"Yeah, honey?" Miku answers, and Masa hadn’t even realised he was speaking out loud. "Well, very good boys deserve to come for their boss."
A ragged cry punches out from him, and Masa’s too surprised to bite it down, as he comes, untouched. His back bends into a graceful arc, then he’s painting his stomach with white. His orgasm goes on and on, every muscle in his body tensing and trembling. Miku fucks him through it, grinning wide and bright and with teeth.
Only when Masa is completely spent does she pull out, and Tatsu pulls her into a kiss, "Spoken like a true boss, babe."
Everything is good. Masa is drifting in and out a hazy softness where everything is stretching and syrupy; time doesn’t exist. There’s the familiar swoosh of the shoji door sliding, and he’s aware of murmured voices and gentle hands cleaning him up but they’re small and far away. His limbs feel like lead.
Fingers are carding through his hair.
"S’nice," he says, after a while, and it feels like he’s very far away too. The touch is grounding though, and soon, Masa is gradually more aware of everything. Like Tatsu’s chest, on which his head lies. He wills his body forward, wanting to kiss his boss but he misses, face landing in the pillow. Ughh. He hears a small chuckle behind him. That’s Miku. And Masa realises he’s nestled in between them and they’re cuddling him. He makes a content sound.
"Hi, love," his Aniki greets him, "How are you feeling?"
Masa takes in how he feels. His body is sore and achy in the best way, and he feels like he’s floating on a cloud of serenity, like he’s reached freaking nirvana or something. "M’good. Like, really, really good."
"Our perfect boy," Miku says, kissing his bare shoulder, "You did so well." A pleasant, warm feeling lodges itself within Masa at the praise. "Thank you," he murmurs bashfully, "For… everything," and his heart sings when Tatsu and Miku say "We love you."
After a while, Masa’s belly complains loudly in the silence of the bedroom.
"I might actually be hungry now," he says and it’s still an enchanting thing to hear them laugh.
He wonders if Tatsu’ll let them have dinner in the bedroom (which never happens; not even snacks are allowed in there). Masa doesn’t think his legs can work for now. Plus, he’s been good, right? Time to cash in on the perks.
*
(Tatsu lets him and Masa’s almost sorry he didn’t have dinner before dessert because everything is fire. Kiwami Meats croquettes for the win!)
(He even watches a solid 30 minutes of Yakuza Vs. Sharks before he’s out like a rock.)
(He's really going to look into how one gets promoted.)