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"Ahh, seriously. Why does he leave this kind of thing here?" The 'housewife' continued to grumble while snatching another packet of pocket tissues off the windowsill. It was good to stock up on supplies, but Omi was overdoing it - filling an entire cabinet with toilet paper and kitchen towels like the apocalypse was coming. Well, even when there was an apocalypse, the last thing that people would think about is wiping their ass or cleaning the kitchen... Ryuji rolled his eyes and tossed the packet back to where it belonged. In all honesty, he was not good at housework, and neither of them could cook any decent meals beyond ready-made sauces that only required extra vegetables and protein. But these were just things that you have to learn little by little, wasn't it? So his 'mother-in-law' had gently encouraged him, sending recipes and tips on his LINE every few days. Naoki-san was really too kind!
As for the other marital duties of the... more intimate kind... he thought that he definitely was meeting, no, surpassing those standards. It was only that his husband seemed to be too busy these days, coming home at almost midnight and hardly bothering to give him a kiss before disappearing off to the shower. After a beer, it was straight to bed, out cold in a matter of seconds. The memory of it made Ryuji's heart twinge a little in offence (and loneliness) - but what could he do? It was the end of the financial year so all they were all scrambling to get everything in order. Oh, he couldn't wait until April comes! He jumped slightly from the buzz of the doorbell - scrambling to his feet to get to the entrance.
"Coming!" Ryuji opened up the door to a young man in a blue uniform - the logo on his shirt indicated that he was a courier. The handsome young man had bleached hair and a bright, puppy-like smile... Ryuji found himself staring for a moment too long, for the face appeared to be somehow familiar. But he soon remembered his manners and ducked his head in a bow, a strand of his ebony hair slipping from behind his ear as he did so. "Good afternoon..."
"Good afternoon, sir! I have a package for Imaichi-san." the delivery boy announced, bringing up his device to check the name.
"Oh... I don't remember ordering anything..." Ryuji adjusted his glasses with a frown. "Sorry, are you sure it's the right address?" The two leaned over the screen to affirm that indeed, it was his name - the floor and street number was also correct, but the apartment number was missing.
"Could it be one of my neighbours? There could be another Imaichi on the same floor..." He didn't talk to his neighbours often, so he wasn't sure.
"Maybe your husband ordered it?"
"True - oh. Huh?" His eyes widened, and he looked up into the warm brown eyes of the delivery boy. "How do you know I have a husband?" And after saying this his face flushed to a deep rose, for he had just inadvertently admitted to a stranger that he was married to a man. The young man jumped slightly, appearing equally flustered. "W-well, the name plate says Tosaka, um... did I say husband? I thought I said roommate, or..."
The two stood there in stunned silence, Ryuji feeling his heart rate start to climb as his brain was flashing warning signals - things were not adding up here! Plus, this man's voice and even his smell - why did it seem so familiar? He adjusted his silver-rimmed glasses again, taking a peek at the name tag on his chest. Iwata... Iwata? Does that ring a bell?
"Well anyway, why don't you just open it and have a check?" Iwata suggested hastily, handing the package over to the confused housewife. "Maybe you just forgot you ordered it. I mean, I hadn't seen any other Imaichi's on this floor when I was coming around. And if it isn't I can just tape it up again."
"I... I guess that's ok..." Ryuji glanced between the innocuous box and the man's expectant face. He took the box and carried it over to the tall cabinet at the hallway. Finding a boxcutter from one of the drawers, he carefully sliced the box open as suggested, without a thought that Iwata's reassurance about taping it up again made very little sense. Nor did he notice that the courier had snuck his body between the door to step foot into the house.
The first thing he saw was a note in Omi's handwriting - 'For my darling and soulmate Ryuji. Have fun till I come back. And don't worry, you can trust Iwata-kun.' The note appeared to have been torn hastily from a page like he wrote it under his desk when he was supposed to be at a meeting - but that was besides the point! What did he mean? He mentioned Iwata-kun?!
"So... it's yours, right?" The courier uttered with a hopeful tone to his voice. He had stepped all the way in now, with the door almost closed behind him.
"Huh? I... what? I haven't checked properly yet! What are you doing inside?!" Ryuji dropped the note and effectively got into fight or flight mode. "There's nothing valuable in here - and if you try anything funny, I'll call the police!" One look at his stance demonstrated that he wasn't kidding at all - so Iwata took half a step back obediently. "I'm not here to steal... why don't you call Tosaka-san to check?" The kicked puppy look he sent almost made Ryuji feel bad - and once again, why did he feel like he'd seen it before?
"Well you - st-stay right there and don't move a muscle!" He speed-dialed Omi immediately, praying that he would pick up. But it was about his lunch break, so hopefully he would answer.
"Hey, baby... I figured you'd call." Relief flooded through him, but soon it was replaced by anger.
"Don't you hey baby me! What is this, a mystery game? You scared me half to death! Who's this Iwata guy in our apartment?! What is this weird box?!"
The low chuckle at the other end of the line was infuriating, especially when it sounded so sexy when lowered slightly by the phone. "You should remember poor Iwata-kun soon enough... it's a surprise. Like I said, why don't you have some fun before I come home? Can you put me on loudspeaker?"
"Why?!" Still he did it, looking between the box and the man at the door without a clue as to what was happening.
"Iwata-kun, will you open up something for us?" said Omi's voice from the phone, utterly relaxed in that cocky, authoritative way of his. Ryuji shrunk back slightly as the courier reached over (at least he remembered to take off his shoes) (but he could've arranged them a bit neater under the step) to pluck one of the objects from the box. Iwata's innocent, shining eyes looked slowly between the mysterious package and Ryuji's blank expression as he tore open the first black bag.
"Ah?!" Ryuji wasn't completely oblivious to the raunchier sides of internet shopping, but still - seeing that in person was quite the shock.
"What did we get?" said Omi from the phone, sounding curiously excited.
"It - it's a ball gag, Tosaka-san... a red one," Iwata informed him, sounding equally excited.
"Your favourite colour, Ryuji. Isn't that nice?"
"There's nothing nice about this!" Ryuji retorted, his voice raised a few tones in his panic. "Why did you buy these weird stuff?!"
"I thought you wanted to try them, dear?"
"Not - not that!" he backed himself up against the wall, his cheekbones flushed deeply behind his glasses, hands clutching at his elbows in a defensive manner.
"Maybe not that one, then. Iwata-kun, let's try another."
And so the game of drawing sex toys out of the box continued a while longer, with Ryuji becoming progressively redder and Iwata becoming progressively more excited - as evident by the tent forming in the front of his uniform pants.
"Why are you getting aroused by this... you creep," Ryuji stuttered, but again, he was the one staring for far too long at his hard-on.
"Because Ryuji-san's reactions are just too cute... it makes me wonder what you'd be like if I used them on you..." Iwata explained gingerly while holding up a silver, dangly chain with two bright pink rubber clips attached at either end and a weight in the middle.
"Won't you let Iwata-kun use them on you, baby?" Omi implored - his voice was deeper now, and Ryuji could imagine those words spoken right by his ear. "Come on, Ryuji dear."
It was only so much he could do to resist his husband's sweet command. He still gave Iwata another sharp look of reprimand before he undid the top of his apron, then slid up the hem of his white t-shirt to his collarbones. "Oh, they're so pretty..." Iwata murmured, his eyes glazed over as he saw the toned body on display - what a dainty waist with softly defined muscles, and were those not the most perfect pair of nipples he had ever seen on a person? "Tosaka-san, may I touch them?"
"You should be asking me first!" Ryuji protested loudly like a cat whose tail was trodden upon - earning a laugh from his husband on the phone. "Sure you can... if my shy wife allows you... Did he pull up his shirt to show you? My mouth is watering at the thought of his nipples... don't they look so delicious?"
The courier told him yes, stepping closer to him. His lips were parted to emit soft pants of arousal, and Ryuji's fingers clenched tighter upon the fabric of his shirt. "Ryuji-san, do you really not remember me?" The puppy eyes implored him, so soft and eager to please.
"Just... just do it..." he mumbled, looking to the side as his skin rose in goosebumps from his proximity. It had been so long since he'd been intimate with his husband, and the crazy situation he was in only added to his sensitivity. Iwata-kun had gone for it with his mouth first of all, his slightly wind-chapped lips latching onto one of his nipples. His breath was hot and moist against his skin as he sucked and lapped at each of them, causing him to cry out in surprise.
"Th-they're hard now," Iwata reported to the office worker dutifully. "They tasted so good... should I put the clamps on, Omi-san?" His gaze flicked back to the man before him before he added hastily, "I mean, Ryuji-san as well..."
"You're so lucky, Iwata-kun... well, Ryuji dear? Are you going to let him? I wish I could be on video call, but I'm afraid I might end up not being able to make my 1pm meeting."
1pm?! Ryuji glanced at the clock on the opposite wall - that was only 15 minutes away! How depraved did Omi have to be to do something like this with such risky time constraints?! For the sake of his husband's livelihood (and by extension his own as well), Ryuji quickly responded - "Yes, I'll let him!" - mortified but not to say he wasn't getting excited over the idea.
The clips were icy cold when they first closed around his nipples - possibly because the stock had been sitting in the storeroom for a long time before being delivered. The shock only made them harder, and goosebumps spread along his chest as though he'd been tickled. "Is it too tight?" asked the courier, his voice strained while he was adjusting the screws. Ryuji shook his head demurely, the motion causing a few more strands of his black hair to loosen from its low ponytail.
"Does the necklace suit my wife?" His husband really had a way with words, didn't he? It sounded so innocent, which made the experience all the more arousing.
"It's very pretty on him. The chain is sparkling when he moves his body," Iwata described as he reached over, running his fingers over the chain. Ryuji gnawed upon his inner cheek, anticipating the moment - oh, there it was - Iwata-kun was tugging softly upon the chain, pleasure shooting instantly through either nipple and down his belly. He was getting hard himself, a tent forming in his thin trackpants and the bottom half of the white apron.
"We should try another toy, don't you think, dear?"
How he wished that his husband was home right now instead of preparing to deliver a cash flow statement for the company's clients! He agreed to this quietly; nor did he complain when Iwata had picked a vibrator this time (but he did emit an undignified squeak). Somehow he had ended up on his elbows and knees with his pants and underwear yanked down to his ankles. The phone had been taken down to the floor for Omi to hear him better, which surely helped when he was in such a compromising position.
"Don't look too much, please," he pleaded with the man behind him, his lower back twitching every time he heard the rustle of a package or the pop of a lid being opened. "I'll try my best, Ryuji-san," Iwata told him, which was basically lying through his teeth given that Tosaka's wife's peachy behind was right up in the air.
"Will you imagine that it's my fingers when Iwata-kun puts it inside you?" Omi cooed. Ryuji felt his glasses slip further down the bridge of his nose, his vision slightly blurry given all the blood rushing through his ears. "Omi's fingers are thicker than that thing..." he responded needily, surprised at his own debased admission; all the same, he cried out when the toy was pressed against his hole, sliding up and down slowly until it was thoroughly warmed by his body heat.
"Ryuji-san, you're such a sexy housewife..." Iwata moaned, unable to stop himself from reaching into his own pants as he kept teasing him. "How could other couriers resist you all this time... I hope you hadn't let anyone else in..." What the fuck was he talking about? Ryuji was about to tell him off for his bizarre fantasy, but was thoroughly distracted when the toy was pushed into him. "A-ahhhh, oh my god, Omi..."
"Iwata-kun, you should be careful about what you say, since my wife is a black belt in karate..." the man groaned softly on the other side of the line, as though he was getting turned on by the thought of getting thrown out the window by his petite but surprisingly strong wife.
"S-sorry Ryuji-san..." But honestly, wasn't this ass too great? His hips and his thighs were so beautifully shaped, the apron still hanging there helping to accentuate the slim waist. He pushed the toy in further, though it was with a slight clench of his ass that brought it inside completely. "Oh fuck, that's too sexy," whined the courier to the jealousy of the husband who could not see anything. "Turn it on, please..." Ryuji's glasses had slipped off completely to clatter on the floorboard at this point, his eyes watery with need. "Gun-chan, please!"
Gun-chan? Everyone was dead quiet for a moment, until the courier basically leapt on him from behind in a tight embrace - just like a golden retriever seeing his owner again after a long absence. "Ahhhhh! Ryuji-san, I knew you'd remember me after all!" he half whined - but of course he hadn't forgotten to follow orders, fumbling down the wire connecting the toy to the remote to switch it on. It was Ryuji's turn to whine and moan as the vibrations travelled through him, rocking forward from the sudden pleasure. And of course the weight upon the jewelry tugged upon his nipples to add another layer to the sensations.
"I don't remember you, stupid - oh, you're heavy... Omi, you're, you're going to be late for the meeting..." he didn't know his priorities by this point as he unconsciously rocked back against the source of pleasure. There was something hot and hard poking the back of his thigh too... "I bet it's not enough, is it dear? You want my dick inside you... I'll push it so deep that you'll feel like you're choking..."
Ryuji wished to remind his cocky husband that his cock was not, in fact, big or long enough make him feel like he was choking, but that would be rude even for him. "Will... will mine do for now, Ryuji-san? Omi-san?" The courier was really pushing his luck now, his cock ready in his hand and leaking with excitement. "Absolutely not," was the unanimous verdict from both husband and wife. The puppy's ears folded down in despair, but he was obedient. "But... but I guess you can come on my ass..." Ryuji offered with a brilliant flush - looking at the phone like Omi might be able to see and give permission. "Mm-hmm. If you give my wife a good orgasm first, then you can."
Iwata thus selected a dildo this time, lathering it with lubrication then doing the same as he had before - sliding it over Ryuji's entrance in teasing motions. With that sexy, airy voice of his, Ryuji-san would direct him as to how to tug the vibrator, adjusting it to where he liked. In that sense, Iwata thought he really, really, really deserved to put it in! But he didn't want to get thrown out the window, unlike Omi. Finally, the tip of the dildo breached his entrance, slowly, slowly stretching open his hole. Omi and Ryuji were both giving him instructions throughout, some of them contradictory and basically turning into a lover's quarrel, but somehow he still managed to follow through.
"Ah, ah, ahhhh - fuck yes, Gun-chan, it's there, please!" He lifted his ass further towards him, his mind growing hazy as he fucked him with the toy. The pebbled surface of the dildo was brushing so nicely against his sweet spot, and he didn't know it'd feel so nice to be stretched more than usual where the dildo nudged up against the vibrator. Of course, Omi's dick was still better, because it was attached to him and came with his sexy, spoiled way of teasing him, and his warm embrace.
"You're gonna come soon aren't you, darling? So much stimulation all at once... You should touch yourself at the front too... are you still wearing your apron?" What a fucking pervert, but then, so was he for following his whims. He could hear the wet noises of the toy being thrusted inside him, but also that of Iwata masturbating as well to the raunchy sight. He had to admit that the way the younger man was grunting and moaning was quite cute... but he still couldn't remember where he'd met him. At any rate, he freed one arm to give his chain another delectable tug, then between his legs to stroke himself to finish. With two voices urging him on, he soon teetered off the edge to a mind-shattering orgasm, his ass clenching hard around the toys and hips shaking. His cries bounced the walls as his cock spurted over his fingers, the hot jets caught by the apron but mostly spilling onto the floorboard.
Not long after him, Iwata came with a euphoric groan and a series of rather adorable little yelps, his seed shooting hot and fast over his backside. And there was a lot of it... Ryuji was about to say something, but he was half delirious from such a release - then Gun-chan was falling forward upon him while he was still balancing on three limbs. It was his forehead that met the ground first, and he heard Omi groaning on the other side of the line before he blacked out completely.
tbc.