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It wasn’t a game anymore. Not with the way Shiraishi’s hard length was pressed up against his thigh. Sugimoto had him pinned to the ground, their sweat covered bodies flush against each other. If they were serious about competing, that would have been the end of the bout, but the unseen force encompassing them wouldn’t let them leave. Shiraishi’s hands grappled at his shoulders, fingertips digging into his muscle. The unserious attempt to wriggle free only served to stimulate Sugimoto’s swelling cock. Maybe if he’d been in a clearer state of mind, he would have pulled away. Teased the other but ultimately diffused the situation. That, however, didn’t feel like an option. The thick, heady scent filling the small house was like nothing Sugimoto had experienced. It made his blood run hot with desire and there was very little pretence left to hide behind. At least his companions all seemed to be affected as well. From elsewhere in the room, he heard what was definitely a moan. “Shit.” Somewhere deep in himself, Sugimoto could feel the knot of his restraint coming loose. When Shiraishi arched, clumsily attempting to grind against Sugimoto from his disadvantageous position, any lingering thoughts of playing sumo vanished.
Meeting Shiraishi’s movements, Sugimoto aligned his cock with the other’s. The intentional friction far surpassed the incidental touches of their wrestling. Goosebumps broke out over Sugimoto’s skin. His eyes rolled back into his head, the sense of relief too intense. It reminded him of his teen years– felt like waking up from a wet dream and deliriously humping a pillow. The smoke that swirled around him carried away all his inhibitions until he was openly thrusting against the other man.
“Ah! Yes, Sugi–!” A pair of slender legs wrapped around his back, Shiraishi demonstrating his flexibility in a way Sugimoto hadn’t imagined before. Their bodies pressed closer. Sugimoto dragged his hips back and forth, focused on the obvious shape of Shiraishi’s cock against his own. He could feel precum soaking into the cloth of his fundoshi, still trying to hold back his erection. The movements were fast and rough, not particularly like any of the sex he’d had before. Shiraishi’s voice egged him on, his hot breath puffing against his ear. Slick sounds and unrestrained moans came from elsewhere in the room. Senses flooded with obscene stimuli, Sugimoto made up his mind to take the next step. Clothes were a hassle at that point, even the meager piece of fabric still around his groin. As he sat up, the room seemed to slosh in his vision like water in a cup. Shiraishi’s eyes were unfocused, so he held his cheek in his hand until their gaze met.
“Let me see your dick.” The request rushed from him with all the tact of a charging bull.
“Yes, yes!” Shiraishi hurried to untangle their bodies. There was no hesitation as he pulled off his fundoshi. Sugimoto did the same, more than ready to leave behind the chaffing fabric. Free of any obstructions, he took in the sight before him. He had to admit, Shiraishi had a nice dick. It was lanky like the rest of him, and flushed adorably pink. He’d never even thought about it before, but now, it was like a gift from the gods. Wasting no time, Sugimoto fisted his length against Shiraishi’s. He couldn’t help the guttural moan he let out at the sensation. He pushed Shiraishi to the floor again so he could hover over him and look down at his body. The pleasure was unreal, truly dreamlike and entirely overwhelming. It ate through his nerves and turned his brain to sludge. “Yeah, that’s it, don’t stop!” Sugimoto wasn’t sure he could if he wanted to. His hand was already a blur, sweeping precum over their lengths with an obscene wet sound.
The sound of muffled choking drew Sugimoto’s attention, reminding him that he and Shiraishi weren’t alone. He surveyed the room fully for the first time in a while, taking stock of his companions. Near the fire, Kiroranke’s cock was shoved completely down Tanigaki’s throat, his beautiful, chiseled abs flexing with pleasure. Only a foot or two from him and Shiraishi, Ogata was flat on his back, apparently gone to the world. Though he was the only one still wearing pants, they couldn’t hide his erection. Sugimoto knew he should feel crippled by embarrassment and shame seeing and being seen like that, but he just couldn’t at that moment. He couldn’t find it in himself to look away. Tanigaki was sucking cock like his life depended on it. Thick strands of saliva hung from his lips and, despite being untouched, his dick wept. The flashes of arousal that broke through Kiroranke’s experienced composure lit up his face. He swept a hand through his hair and cast a half-lidded glance towards Sugimoto. It was so goddamn hot.
Tension was settling low in Sugimoto’s hips. It built with each stroke of his fist. His hips stuttered into the sensation, attempting to relieve the pressure. When the friction made his hair stand on end, Sugimoto repeated the action. With each thrust the movement picked up speed until his balls were slapping into Shiraishi. There was something exhilarating about letting himself go like that– showing his body to his friends and indulging his desires alongside them. He felt free in a way that seemed distinctly unreal, yet came so easily to him at that moment. Wet sounds and desperate moans blended together. The smell of sex permeated the air. With the climbing pitch of his moans, Sugimoto could tell Shiraishi was getting close. His chest heaved under his priceless tattoos and his thighs trembled on either side of Sugimoto’s. He was mumbling encouragement between his moans. It wasn’t surprising to Sugimoto that his vocabulary was colorful and unashamed as he described his pleasure. The words rolled off his tongue even in his delirium after so many nights in redlight districts near and far. Pleas of “Harder! Keep going, baby. So good,” brought sweat to Sugimoto’s skin.
When Shiraishi finally reached his peak, his body went still with tension, his voice cutting out and his eyes rolling back. It was a glorious sight. His lean musculature and the sharp cut of his bones rippled his tattoos as his skin pulled taut with pleasure. The sensation of hot fluid erupting over Sugimoto’s hand and dripping along his shaft nearly made him bust as well. Letting go of Shiraishi’s softening dick, he fisted his own, squeezing the base till the point of pain to keep from cumming.
When the edge faded, Sugimoto collapsed onto Shiraishi’s chest. “You’re so fucking hot,” he breathed, nipping at the other’s tattoos.
“Look who’s talking. I haven’t cum that hard in ages,” Shiraishi heaved, still out of breath from his orgasm. The praise made Sugimoto flush with pride.
“You ready for more, then?”
“Fuck, man, give my dick a break, its sore already.”
“Not your dick…” Sugimoto swept his hand down along Shiraishi’s side until he could grope a fist full of ass.
The satisfied groan Shiraishi gave was all the confirmation Sugimoto needed. Grabbing him by the hips, he flipped Shiraishi onto his stomach, hoisting his ass into the air. The other man let out a yelp of surprise, which quickly morphed into a moan as Sugimoto dove straight in. He spread his cheeks and licked a wet stripe between them. He’d always liked eating out women, and his instincts told him he’d like this too. His cock throbbed between his legs as he probed at Shiraishi’s entrance. The body below him shuddered as he pressed forward. Between his gentle ministrations, Sugimoto couldn’t help but pause to bite at the meat of Shiraishi’s ass and thighs.
As he worked, Sugimoto let himself listen in on moans from the other side of the room. Each sound fueled the images in his mind. They led him further into the lurid daydreams that hung just behind his eyelids. His focus was pulled in every direction and he found pleasure wherever he turned. Shiraishi’s heat was vivid beneath his tongue, and Kiroranke’s voice grew louder. Even without looking, Sugimoto could tell when he came. The rich sound of his moan constricted Sugimoto’s chest.
The moans from the other side of the room went quiet after that. From his place buried in Shiraishi’s ass, Sugimoto could hear someone shuffling towards them. It was Tanigaki coming to sit across from him. Legs spread wide, he gave a wonderful view of his thick cock as he began jerking off to the two of them. His lips were still shiny from blowing Kiroranke. Sugimoto’s dick was twitching, impatiently waiting to be put to use.
For several minutes, Tanigaki quietly watched, eyes intent and brow furrowed. With a vague attempt at stealth, he scooted ever closer, closing the gap between him and Shiraishi. His low, bitten off groans were just loud enough to hear. He was obviously wanting more but couldn’t bring himself to ask. So when Shiraishi sloppily grabbed his dick and shoved it in his mouth, he melted into the contact. It was endearing watching his shy relief and the gentle hand he placed on Shiraishi’s head.
Sugimoto could feel Shiraishi’s insides tense around his tongue as his pleasure expanded. He moaned against him, pulling lightly at his rim with his thumb. His lust-addled mind kept begging him to slip a finger or two inside, just to feel it. Just so he could imagine what his cock would feel like sheathed inside. Shiraishi was getting looser, so maybe… Hesitantly, he pressed his index finger in just a bit. Shiraishi clenched against him, moaning around Tanigaki’s dick. Then, his finger unexpectedly slid in with ease as Shiraishi relaxed to accommodate him. “Fuck,” he broke away to moan. Sugimoto’s breath stalled as he drew his finger out then pushed it back in. He’d never been inside a man before. The soft sensation was familiar, but he could feel subtle differences from what he was used to.
Confidence increasing, he began to finger him in earnest, ramping up the pace quickly. He petted and probed, exploring what made Shiraishi’s toes curl with pleasure. The slender man looked so ridiculously hot like that– hips in the air and mouth full of cock. Letting his eyes travel up from Shiraishi, Sugimoto lost himself in the rolling hills of tan skin that was Tanigaki’s body. With the hand that wasn’t buried knuckles deep in Shiraishi, he reached out towards him. Tanigaki moaned as he dug his fingers into the meat of his chest. Groaning himself, Sugimoto groped at his fantastic tits. Tanigaki’s expression went hazy as he squeezed the muscle in his hand. Pulling back, he traced his thumb in little circles around Tanigaki’s nipple. A little shudder rolled through Tanigaki’s body. A moment later and he threw his head back, gasping as he suddenly came down Shiraishi’s throat. Sugimoto felt his chest tighten with arousal at the sight. Coughing and sputtering, Shiraishi pulled away.
“Shit, s-sorry, I didn’t think I was gonna…” Tanigaki panted, his blush deepening.
“S’fine,” Shiraishi slurred. “Sugi, please -fuck- another finger.” A blaze of arousal lit up in Sugimoto’s stomach. He obliged, emboldened by the request, carefully working another finger past the entrance. It didn't take Shiraishi long to acclimate to the stretch. He made it look easy, and pleasurable enough that Sugimoto almost wanted to try it himself.
“Woah,” Tanigaki breathed, still blissed out from cumming as he watched. “What… What does that feel like?”
“I don’t –Gh! Ah, yeah, right there!– Good. It's good.” Shiraishi’s less than articulate answer seemed to be enough to fuel Tanigaki’s fantasies and he flopped onto his back to recover.
Time seemed to lose all meaning as Sugimoto put all his focus into the present moment. With one hand kneading the flesh of Shiraishi’s ass, the other stroked his inner walls. He nailed into the spot that made Shiraishi quiver. The sensation made his cock leak, signaling its desire for touch. Shiraishi’s dick had long since gotten hard again, swaying with his movements as he pressed back into Sugimoto. The hunger in Sugimoto doubled with each thrust of his wrist. It had been too long. He’d watched his companions finish, the memories seared into his brain and playing on repeat, but his own needs hadn’t been met. All he could think of was the ache in his cock and the tempting hole that was clenching around his fingers. Sugimoto hadn’t imagined taking it that far, but with each passing minute, the uncontrollable desire grew. “Shiraishi, I-I wanna,” he groaned, practically pleading, rubbing the head of his cock against the hot, slick skin alongside his fingers. To his great relief, Shiraishi nodded, letting out a breathy sound. That was the only confirmation Sugimoto needed.
Removing his fingers, Sugimoto grabbed Shiraishi by the hip as he lined up his shaft with its target. Under him, Shiraishi was twitching and slick with sweat. Sugimoto gasped out the moment the head of his cock began to push in. Like before, Shiraishi took him with little resistance. Dazed, Sugimoto watched his shaft slowly disappear into his friend. It was deliciously tight. Inch by inch, his restraint and common sense frayed until he couldn’t stop his hips from jumping forward. A slap and a cry rang out through the room as the bodies of the two men collided. Arousal twisted up from Sugimoto’s groin, blooming out through his whole body. It caged in his mind, making him surge forward with no hesitation. A few sharp thrusts were all it took for him to realize he’d reached his limit. “Oh-” His vision went spotty as an unexpected orgasm rushed out of him. Being so surprised by his own body left him feeling strange, almost detached from the sensations. The pleasure throbbed at the base of his dick, but didn’t quite soak into the rest of him. Still, Shiraishi was making the most intoxicating sounds as Sugimoto rocked in and out, slicking his insides with cum. With that sight below him, Sugimoto couldn’t think to stop. Even as his abs clenched from the overstimulation, he didn't slow down. He worked his cock over the edge of discomfort into indifference and finally back to pleasure. He hadn’t meant to cum like that, and he was far from done feeling the squeeze of Shiraishi around him. Gritting his teeth, he pounded into the man over and over, basking in the glorious sight of him squirming and jolting.
Lost in his arousal, Sugimoto didn’t notice the figure coming up behind him until he felt breath against his neck. The smell of musky sweat met his nostrils as a pair of large hands wrapped around his body. In a clearer state of mind, he might have been alarmed, but instead, Sugimoto sank into the hold. It became obvious by the stature and the brush of hair against his back and neck that it was Kiroranke who had grabbed him. His hands swept up his body, tracing his scars until they cupped his pecs. The rumbling hum from the older man as he groped Sugimoto’s chest was far too seductive. It reminded him of distant thunder. The motion of Sugimoto’s hips slowed as he focused on Kiroranke’s touch. It was rough, hungry and hot. The added stimulation of calloused fingers playing with his nipples forced a low growl from Sugimoto. Getting touched in such a way was a new experience for him. The sensation was almost ticklish and made his balls tingle and draw up.
“Such a well-built body and so much stamina,” Kiroranke murmured against Sugimoto’s ear. He pinched down hard on a nipple, forcing a gasp out of Sugimoto. “Perfect for a soldier.” In the next moment, a hard cock was rubbing against his thigh. Slow and sensual, Kiroranke rolled his hips into him. Sugimoto’s thrusts faltered for a moment, then slammed harder into Shiraishi.
Caged in by the wall of muscle, Sugimoto felt all the more feverish with arousal. A deep, primal pleasure thrummed through him at every sensation. The sounds of Shiraishi’s desperate cries and Kiroranke’s resonant groans played like a song in his ears. He could feel every clench of muscle and drip of sweat with perfect clarity, though his thoughts seemed jumbled. The sensation of a leaking cockhead rubbing against his body made him feral with unfamiliar desire. He wanted more; wanted everything. He wondered dreamily if he could fuck all of his companions that night. Would they let him? Would his dick stay hard through so many orgasms? The thoughts wound him up tighter and tighter until his muscles burned. In his delirious state, the arousal pushed the usual limits of his fantasies to imagine Kiroranke stretching his ass open and taking him then and there.
Gnawing on his bottom lip, Sugimoto forced his way back into the present. He was being rocked from both sides, Shiraishi hungrily meeting his thrusts as Kiroranke rutted into his taut thigh. Shiraishi’s heartbeat was pulsing around his cock. The sights, the smells, the sounds– He could hardly take it. His pleasure was cresting, making his body jitter erratically. “Fuck, I wanna cum again.” The words tumbled from his mouth, with barely any input from his strung out brain. Kiroranke reached around him to firmly grab Shiraishi’s hips.
“Hear that, Shiraishi? Bear down hard for him,” he ordered, his voice steady despite his physical exertion.
When Shiraishi did what he was told, Sugimoto all but screamed. The abrupt tightness made him instantly climax. He felt like the air had been sucked out of his lungs as the burning pleasure engulfed him. It was an earth shattering orgasm. It ran so deep, so fiery and fierce, that his limbs shook and his ears rang. He couldn’t move, but the others kept fucking against him, wringing every drop of cum from his aching cock. His head lolled back against Kiroranke’s shoulder and he felt like he all but passed out.
When the ecstasy subsided, the movement didn’t. Kiroranke was huffing behind him, holding tightly to his body as he worked himself up against it. The erotic motion would have turned Sugimoto on if his dick wasn’t getting increasingly sore. “Shit, my dick. S-seriously, its gonna fall off,” he panted, placing his hand against Kiroranke’s thigh in an attempt to slow him. Kiroranke didn’t seem to register his plea. A moment later Sugimoto understood the reason. Sharp canines latched onto his shoulder, breaking the skin just as a rush of hot fluid spattered against Sugimoto’s leg. Sugimoto threw his body into the mild pain, moaning as Kiroranke’s spend dripped from his skin. His cock strained despite being mostly flaccid, and for a moment, he felt like he could reach another blissful orgasm just from being in such a lewd situation.
The intense spike in arousal only lasted a second, and when it dissipated, it left Sugimoto dazed. He stumbled aside, moving away from the others until he collapsed flat on his back and sprawled over Ogata’s legs. He heaved in several deep, smoke-filled breaths, watching the ceiling twist and turn in his vision. Each rush of air further grounded him until he no longer felt like he was floating away.
Eventually, Sugimoto became aware enough to find it uncomfortable that Ogata’s legs were digging into his back. As he repositioned, a strained sound, like air being squeezed from someone’s body caught Sugimoto’s attention. Turning his gaze towards the sound, he was met by the bulge in Ogata’s pants. Beyond that, was Ogata, still motionless on the ground. His face was flushed, eyes closed and lips parted as he took in uneven breaths. Forcing himself to sit halfway up, Sugimoto leaned over him. He looked pained, his furrowed brows and throbbing member giving the look of overwhelming need. “Hey,” Sugimoto called softly, shaking him by the shoulder. No response aside from another breathy noise. A sense of pity welled up in Sugimoto at the sight of him. His poor neglected cock had leaked so much that the front of his pants were soaked with precum. It was obvious that he was struggling with the same needs as the rest of them. He may have been a stoic bastard, but he was still a man and all men have needs. Sugimoto couldn’t leave him like that. He’d show him mercy just this once.
Rolling onto his side, Sugimoto draped himself across Ogata’s lap. He smelled like gunpowder. Unashamed, Sugimoto buried his face into the fabric, feeling dampness against his cheek. He let himself nose against the clothed erection as he fumbled to get his hands past the layers of cloth. Not wanting to fight Ogata’s dead weight to undress him, he opted just to pull his cock from the slit in his pants. It was so flushed it was nearly purple at the tip, angry at being ignored. Lazily, Sugimoto swept his fist up and down the length, his mouth watering as a drop of clear liquid beaded from the slit. Another little sound left Ogata and his cock bounced eagerly at the attention. “You’re flesh and blood after all, huh?” Sugimoto mused, bringing his lips to the base of Ogata’s cock. He licked at it, getting used to the taste of sweat and pre against his tongue. As he worked his way up to the head with his mouth, more thick streams of liquid rolled down Ogata’s shaft, leaving Sugimoto’s face slick. In the background of his pleasure he could hear the voices of the others in the room. The quiet murmurs turned to moans.
Ogata’s cock was thick, but not too long. It wasn’t intimidating as Sugimoto wrapped his lips around the head. He sucked just there, drinking in the salty taste as Ogata’s breath hitched. With slow, deliberate movements, Sugimoto began to take him deeper, humming as he did. He took it as far as he could, letting the intrusion sit at the back of his throat until it became bearable. Soon, he began a careful rhythm. In and out, the shaft brushed over his tongue and bumped against his soft palate. With each repetition, Sugimoto moved with more conviction and more speed. The other times he’d sucked dick had been out of simple necessity. Rushed and unsexy, his thoughts focused only on what he’d feel when the other desperate soldier returned the favor. But with the air so filled with lust, Sugimoto felt himself growing hard as he bobbed his head against Ogata.
As Sugimoto worked, the man below him began to pant, his body tensing and relaxing with the waves of his pleasure. Sugimoto wondered if he was dreaming of someone, or maybe he was awake, but too high to react coherently. In the back of his mind, he questioned what kind of sex someone like Ogata would have, if any. Maybe he was a virgin, and that was why whatever was in the air had completely shut him down. If he wasn’t a virgin, he seemed like the type who might get off on choking or slapping, coldly degrading his partner if they cried. The thought made Sugimoto wish Ogata was alert so he could goad him; poke and prod until he was frustrated and ready to take it out on someone.
With the sound of Ogata’s moaning growing louder, Sugimoto found himself settling into a comfortable rhythm. His jaw felt strained, but every twitch and sigh spurred him on. As his own pleasure increased, he let himself subtly hump against the floor, grinding his swollen cock into the too-rough surface. There was something undeniably addictive about seeing someone as severe as Ogata in such a vulnerable state. He looked almost cute with his pink cheeks and upturned brows. His lashes would flutter when Sugimoto tongued at his slit and his hips tensed in tiny unconscious thrusts. It was almost like his persona was so against letting loose that his body had shut down at the introduction of pleasure. Sugimoto knew he couldn’t fight it now, however, not with an incessant mouth dragging along his length.
When Ogata’s breaths became staccato, cutting off in a faltering rhythm, Sugimoto assumed he was getting close. Having no desire to let him be tortured any longer, Sugimoto picked up the pace, moaning against his cock as he did. Not long after, Ogata let out a strangled gasp and Sugimoto tasted the bitter seed filling his mouth. A tingling sensation ran up his spine and he felt his own cock throb as Ogata finished. Generously, he sucked until the cock in his mouth went still.
Lightheaded, Sugimoto pulled off and turned to spit out Ogata’s cum. It fell from his mouth in unpleasant, sticky strands. Wiping the saliva still wetting his mouth, he tried to catch his breath and stared down at the glob of white now dirtying the floor. He gave his dick a few strokes when he could breathe again and turned his attention back to Ogata. The other soldier’s face had gone placid, and his chest was rising and falling evenly. The pained need was gone from him, leaving him content. Sugimoto let out a soft laugh and patted his thigh in a friendly, slightly patronizing way that didn’t quite match the moments prior. He was certainly never going to forget the needy whines he’d heard, whether or not he decided to hold them over the other at a later date.
Turning from Ogata, Sugimoto swept his eyes across the room, eager to see the source of the lewd sounds he'd been hearing. Tanigaki was laid out on the floor with Kiroranke between his legs. Their hips were meeting with a quick slap, slap, slap. Unlike Shiraishi, Tanigaki didn’t seem to be nearly as at ease with the position. One arm was thrown over his face and his other hand clawed at the floor. Still, his cock was standing proudly at attention. “That’s it, just like that. You’re a fast learner,” Kiroranke encouraged.
Sugimoto swallowed hard, excitement bubbling up in him again. The break had reinvigorated him thoroughly. He stalked towards them on his hands and knees, eager to get a closer look. Kiroranke sent him a sidelong glance and Sugimoto felt the bite mark on his shoulder twinge. “He looks good like that, doesn’t he?”
“Damn good,” Sugimoto agreed. It was a bit of a thrill seeing someone succumb to new pleasure. At the sound of his voice, Tanigaki peeked out from behind his arm.
“Sugi– Gh! Sugimoto, what you did before– I-I liked that.”
It took Sugimoto a moment to realize what Tanigaki was asking for. It seemed he was discovering several new pleasures. Sugimoto sucked in a sharp breath when he remembered playing with Tanigaki’s ample chest. He understood what he had to do.
Crossing behind the other man, Sugimoto hoisted Tanigaki’s head and shoulders onto his lap. The position made it easy to reach over and grasp both of Tanigaki’s tits in his hands. He squeezed them, appreciating the mix of muscle and fat. Groping at him in large motions, he pressed the mounds of flesh together then rolled his palms down Tanigaki’s ribcage. He could feel his breath, the pounding of his heart, and the absolute power held in his body. The man may have had an unassuming air to him, but he was sturdy underneath all that. Raking his fingers through the mess of hair on his chest caused Tanigaki to stiffen, his hot exhale puffing against Sugimoto’s cock.
As the intensity of Kiroranke’s fucking increased, Sugimoto narrowed his focus. He pressed his fingers into the hard buds of Tanigaki’s nipples, earning him a hearty moan. Rubbing and twisting and pinching, he lavished them in attention until the skin around them was red. Tanigaki squirmed against him, his body fighting between moving closer to the stimulation and pulling away. His features twisted up, making every feeling readable on his face. The warbling moans from him made Sugimoto’s dick leak, dripping onto his strong shoulder. Emboldened, Sugimoto pulled each of his nipples, stretching the skin just slightly away from his body. Tanigaki jolted, grunting and gritting his teeth. Sugimoto did it again, mesmerized by the way it made the other man’s cock bounce. One more time and Tanigaki was reaching for his dick. Before he could relieve the tension, however, Kiroranke grabbed him by the wrist and slammed his hand down to the floor. The sudden noise startled them both. “Not while I’m inside you,” Kiroranke growled, his voice taking on an unexpectedly dark tone.
Tanigaki shuddered, tossing his head in Sugimoto’s lap. “Fuck, fuck.” He looked up at Sugimoto with pleading eyes. For a moment, Sugimoto considered reaching down to help him –after all, he wouldn’t mind getting his hands on Tanigaki’s dick– but in the end, he decided he wasn’t done abusing his tits.
With his base needs neglected, the sex only got more electric. Tanigaki was writhing, breathing hard and cursing sporadically. Sugimoto was relentless, twirling his nipples in little circles punctuated by sharp tugs. He loved how responsive Tanigaki was, how he could flick his nipple and get his whole body to go rigid, back arching off the ground. His body was so perfectly built for this, Sugimoto thought. It was easy to imagine squeezing his chest together and rutting against the hot flesh. Kiroranke wasn’t going easy on him either. He was plowing into him, pushing him back into Sugimoto’s lap with his powerful thrusts. The motion made his cock bounce. Tanigaki’s eyes were wide, his hands grappling helplessly at the floor. It was obvious he was on a razor’s edge, struggling to tip over without stimulating his cock. Sugimoto felt a sympathetic pang of arousal imagining how good it would feel to linger in that state for so long.
“C-can’t take it anymore,” Tanigaki babbled. “Too much. Close.” As his moans became broken, Sugimoto pulled out every trick he could, aching to see if he could help get him there.
“Come on, then. You can do it. Cum just from my cock.” Kiroranke’s voice was hoarse, demanding and utterly sexy. Tanigaki whined, his hips pushing off the ground in frustration. “Th-that’s it, clench down on me and I’ll get you there.” His words were followed by a particularly brutal burst of thrusts and Tanigaki’s body finally seized up. His moan was saturated with relief as the ropes of cum began to shoot from his cock.
“There you go,” Kiroranke breathed. Sugimoto felt a tremor run through him, another sympathetic spike of arousal rocking him. The rest of the room faded into his periphery as his bodily sensations overtook his mind. His cock gave several valiant bucks, cloudy fluid seeping from the tip. For a few seconds, he sat with the feeling of being one touch, maybe even one tantalizing sight, away from orgasm.
When the stimulation passed, Sugimoto let out a heavy sigh. Focusing his eyes again, he found the others similarly sluggish. Carefully, Kiroranke pulled out, and Tanigaki was a puddle in Sugimoto’s arms.
“Aw man, I kinda wanted to fuck him too, but he looks out of it.” It wasn’t until Shiraishi spoke that Sugimoto realized he’d been watching them.
“Should have gotten in there sooner, then,” Kiroranke teased.
“I thought your dick was done already,” Sugimoto added.
“No way! Not when shit like that keeps happening. You guys are fucking like animals.” A quiet laugh spread through the room, a small acknowledgement of how strange the evening had been but with no intention of investigating further.
The group settled briefly after that. Kiroranke went to light his pipe, quietly puffing on it as he lounged by the fire. Something about watching him smoke in the nude, lit by the soft, flickering firelight was surprisingly sensual. It reminded Sugimoto that he was very much still erect. As he pondered his situation, a memory sprang to mind.
“Hey Shiraishi, didn’t you say you could suck your own dick?” It was a confession made after a good amount of sake back when it was just the two of them and Asirpa (who had been asleep at the time.)
A sly grin sprung to Shiraishi’s face, understanding exactly what Sugimoto was playing at . “What, don’t believe me? Gotta have a demonstration?”
“Yeah, think I’m gonna need to see it in person.”
“What about you, Kiro? You believe me, don’t you?”
“Mmm, I’m with Sugimoto. Sounds too good to be true,” he said, smoke rolling from his lips with each word.
“Alright, fine then. If that’s how you’re gonna be, then I guess I have no choice.”
The staged banter was all that was needed. Having thoroughly roused the interest of the two men who were still conscious, Shiraishi laid himself in the middle of the room. He was confident, showing no hint of shyness as he moved. The light glinted off his sweat-slick skin. Sugimoto’s cock twitched in anticipation. With ease, the flexible man lifted his hips. He folded over himself, bracing his arms between the floor and his mid-back to steady himself. Bent practically in half, his toes were just touching the ground above his head and his cock dangled above his face. With practiced finesse, he brought the tip of his dick to his lips. Sugimoto’s eyes widened. “Holy crap.”
“That must have come in handy in solitary,” Kiroranke mused.
Shiraishi beamed at the attention, humming in the affirmative. For several minutes, he let his body settle into the position. As his muscles relaxed, his cock sank further into his throat until he took himself all the way to the base. It was legitimately impressive. Sexy and skillful. The sheen of saliva on Shiraishi’s cock shined in the dim light as he pulled back to suck at the head. Sugimoto chewed at the inside of his cheek, shifting under Tanigaki’s weight. Thoughts of Shiraishi’s talented mouth against him hung heavy in his head. Passively, he marveled at the way he still felt desperately pent up despite everything that had happened.
The more engrossed Shiraishi became, the more impossible it was to look away. Arousal and desire welled up in Sugimoto until he couldn’t take it anymore. He carefully moved out from under the sleeping Tanigaki so he could properly stroke himself. As he began to strip his hand up and down his shaft, Shiraishi’s eyes landed on him, sending a little thrill through his nerves. The sounds of sucking and moaning became louder. He watched, dizzy and increasingly desperate. Shiraishi was putting on a show, moaning whorishly and reaching around to press his fingers into his ass. Or maybe it wasn’t a show and he just felt so good he couldn’t help himself. Either possibility stoked the fire in Sugimoto’s gut.
Eventually Shiraishi started pulling off abruptly every few minutes, dancing over the line without going too far. His cock would bounce rhythmically, his cheeks flushing deep red with the effort of restraint and the blood rushing away from his lower body. Sugimoto followed his lead. He stroked as Shiraishi sucked and halted before his pleasure could be fully realized. It set his nerves ablaze. Watching Shiraishi’s legs tremble made it hard to hold on. Long, shining strings of precum poured from Sugimoto’s tip connecting his cockhead to the floor. He didn’t usually leak like that, but with his senses burning like he’d laid in a bed of hot coals, he wasn’t surprised. The dreamy state of mind that still clung to him made Sugimoto want to run his fingers through the thick puddle. If he did, he could… His gaze shifted towards Tanigaki, still sleeping next to him. He could slip those wet fingers past his pouty, swollen lips.
“Oh fuck, fuck!” The sudden exclamation snapped Sugimoto’s eyes back to Shiraishi. The man gasped, eyes wide as he pulled off again. His cock was an angry red, past the point of throbbing, now only straining to its limits continuously. Sugimoto was captivated, watching Shiraishi try to claw his way back from the edge. His abs fluttered showing off the toned physique usually hidden by his lithe frame. A few staggered exhales punched their way from him, then he held his breath. Several tense moments of silence followed, then a ragged breath as the tension finally snapped. Cum splattered across Shiraishi’s face. Sugimoto moaned, his hand moving faster across his cock as he took in the sight of thick white globs dripping down his cheeks.
Muscles finally giving out, Shiraishi collapsed back onto the floor, the rest of his ejaculation making a mess of his body as he did. Without his conscious direction, Sugimoto clambered over to him. He was close too, desperate to touch and overwhelmed by sensation. There was no thought behind the action aside from chasing his own pleasure as he pushed between Shiraishi’s knees and captured his mouth. He could taste cum on his lips as he roughly kissed him. Corralling his face between his hands, he licked deeply into his mouth, swirling their tongues together. Shaking hands grabbed at his cock, angling him towards Shiraishi’s hole again. Sugimoto didn’t hesitate to sink into the accommodating warmth. His dick was too overworked to even consider moving, but he knew he didn’t need it. He just let himself sit there, fully sheathed in Shiraishi, sucking on his tongue, until the pressure that had been building in him finally gave way. He moaned into Shiraishi’s mouth, a harsh shudder wracking his whole body. It felt like too much in that moment, like perhaps it was a mistake to chase one last climax. Breath didn’t seem to come to his lungs. The pleasure bordered on pain, his balls drawing so tight a spasm of hot lightning shot up his groin. Still, only a few meager drops of cum shot from his cock.
When the mental high that came with orgasm finally caught up to the physical experience, such deep relief ripped through him, he thought he could cry. The moment the pleasure subsided, he knew he was completely spent. Spent but more satisfied than he had been in years.
Lightheaded, he pulled away from Shiraishi’s lips. He didn’t have time to linger on the passionate kiss they’d just shared, let alone everything else. The way his vision was dimming, he was certain he was going to pass out eminently.
Rescuing his oversensitive dick from Shiraishi’s insides, Sugimoto stumbled back. He crumpled to the floor, taking one last look at his companions as sleep crept in on him. Shiraishi was already snoring, Tanigaki had rolled onto his stomach to keep pressure off his sore ass, and Ogata looked almost as if nothing had happened save for his cock still hanging out of his pants. Kiroranke was the only one still seeming to hold onto consciousness, watching them with intense eyes, posture relaxed and his hand working his dick at a leisurely pace. It was a weird scene, Sugimoto thought as he finally let sleep take him.