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Ishimaru stirs in his sleep, he feels something poking into his back. Barely conscious, he grinds, half-assed, earning a groan from the large man firmly pressed against him. He feels Owada grind back.
Consciousness slips again as Owada's large hands slide down Ishimaru's naked stomach, the sensation is comforting, he's too tired.
Mondo is there in his dream, it's warm, he's kissing his shoulder blades, his breath is hot. Ishimaru's groin feels tight.
He's almost awake to meet Owada's lips and feel a tongue slip inside his mouth, they both moan.
He can't remember when it happened but now he's on his stomach, hugging a pillow, he almost drifts away again but instead jumps slightly as he feels a cold press sink into his hole, he groans, cheek pressed against the pillow, barely awake. His erection is tight against the mattress. It feels so dreamy. It feels so warm. It feels so good.
"Mondo..." He mutters, barely above a whisper. He's lazily hushed in response, feeling warm lips between his shoulder blades. He's too tired to speak anyway, this is one of the rare occasions he's mostly quiet. Mostly.
Ishimaru gasps as his hips are lifted to meet something hot and thick, slicked up and pushing against his ass. It sinks in. He tries to grip the pillow. He's too tired.
Tears form under his heavy eyelids from the sting. His ass is full, Owada fits snugly inside him. Thick arms wrap around his torso and pull him tight. Owada is deep inside and cradling Ishimaru, he grinds as a wet kiss graces Ishimaru's ear.
All of a sudden the smaller man is cold, his back is assaulted by the air of the dark room, biting in comparison to the hot flesh just peeled off of him.
Hands squeeze their way down his sides before reaching his behind, giving one last firm grab before he heard something sweet murmured in a low grumble behind him. He can't quite process it, he hums back.
Ishimaru almost can't hold onto his consciousness as his massive partner begins a slow but sloppy thrust. He's back in a dream. It hurts but it doesn't intend to - it's careful and loving.
With a jolt he's awake again. 'That's it, right there.' He still can't quite speak, any 'words' that come out are whiny and slurred. The tears leak from his eyes, drool is pooling in his cheek. The pillow - as well as one side of his face - is damp.
His eyes open, half-lidded and heavy, rolling back slightly as his prostate is assaulted by Mondo's slamming hips, he's whining loud now. Owada is growling something, he can't make it out, he sounds tired, too.
Mondo pushes in all the way, pressing his hot, heavy chest against Ishimaru's back again, his lips are right against his ear.
"Y'hear me?" His words jolt Ishimaru, reverberating in the small of his back, twitching his cock, stiff and aching against the mattress.
He's empty before he's rolled over, feeling his heart flutter as he's kissed deeply and stuffed full again. there's hot, wet contact to his neck, it trails down and then there's nipping at his collarbone. It feels delectable.
Owada leaves him cold again. Warm thumbs graze his nipples pulling a whine from his throat. His arms are over his head, he's still half asleep. He almost squirms as those hands drag themselves down his ticklish sides and pull his hips to roll against Owada's.
He cries as the repeated rolling of hips escalate into a slam. He feels Owada in his stomach.
He's warm as he's kissed again, his hands come down to meet Owada's pumping hips, he can't quite hold on.
There's hot breath against his neck, it vibrates. He only heard the word 'beautiful'. He can't hold on.
His cock is pulsing, lifting off his stomach as it throbs, he feels unbearably tight, it hurts in the most fantastic way.
Ishimaru whines loud, he sounds so pathetic, so pretty to the man above. He cums hard with a strangled cry, Owada's hips still clashed against his. There's a sticky heat all up his stomach. His heart rattles in his chest as he groans shakily. His dick felt teased, fully untouched and still oozing. He's so tired but Owada's not done, his sensitive insides still facing abuse from Mondo's thick, swelling cock, preventing Ishimaru from drifting off.
Owada's faltering movements and increased moans signified his climax.
Once again, Ishimaru feels words murmured against his ear. "G'nna fuckin' cum." Ishimaru managed to find the effort to lift his arms to stroke up Mondo's. "Inside." Squeaked out, Mondo didn't have to be told that, had Kiyotaka been born with a uterus he'd face constant pregnancy scares.
Owada bred him, releasing his seed deep inside with a heavy groan. Ishimaru felt it fill him up, pulsing as Mondo rolled his hips shakily through his orgasm.
Ishimaru's eyes fell shut as his breath steadied.
"Fuck... Fuck, I love you so much." Vibrated against his jaw.
"Love you, too." He slurred.
'You know, it's basic manners to ask for your partner's consent.' was all he wanted to say. Mondo cleaned him up with a tissue, wiping down his chest and stomach and catching the semen leaking from his worn-out hole he then scooped him up, rolling them both to their side with a heavy sigh and a kiss to the forehead. He was too tired.