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Ah, I should have been more mindful of the time, Yuji thinks, squeezing past another cluster of long unforgiving legs. He should have listened to his grandfather and left his friends house early so as not to get stuck in the tokyo rush hour, but he was having fun playing with his friends and it's not like he hasn't had to suffer through this suffocating fit before. He just… has to look a bit harder this time to find himself a spot.
And look he does, rounding and dipping between strangers legs, to find himself a spot that won't force him to stare at a butt for an hour train ride. Ignoring the annoyed gasps and glares of passengers until he finds the perfectly cut out ‘V’ close to the entry way on the other side of the cabin big enough for his little body alone.
He squeezed himself between the small gap between his saving grace— a protruding bent kneecap of the man sitting down— and another, both clad in the same black material that Yuji pays no mind to as he gets himself situated.
Finally, Yuji takes a breath and leans towards the wall of the train, and unthinkingly into the space of a man clad in black whose long legs protected this sacred space Yuji was able to label his own.
“Hello,” a soft and deep voice called quietly, catching Yuji’s surprised gaze, one that morphed into something akin to apologetic yet grateful. The man looked young, his black hair was tied back into a loose bun, and his face was weirdly cat-like, eyes and slips curled into a soft smile.
“Oh, I'm sorry! It’s so packed in here, Onii-san, do you mind if I stand here until my stop?” Yuji asks with a polite bow, his onslaught of stress at possibly offending a stranger dimming when violet eyes crinkle with a smile.
“Sure, it is getting pretty full in here isn't it?” the man says offhandedly, readjusting himself. Yuji catches those legs flexing around him, though unaware how one thumps against something behind him soundlessly.
“Yes sir!”
He didn’t want to intrude more, but the train was not kind to those who didn't have a hold on anything, so instead of bracing against this man's thigh while he was being watched, he instead childishly leaned into the legs of the person behind him. His small fist curled lightly into the fabric that clung to the person's knee, causing said stranger to jolt lightly under his touch. Not that Yuji minded, his attention still acutely aware of the violet eyes taking him in.
“Who—Oh Suguru!” Another more playful voice calls out quietly from directly above him, Yuji’s wall falters for just a moment, his grip removed as the body turns around, causing him to peer up.
With a confused glance between the two he finally notices that they are wearing the same outfit, almost… It looked like a school uniform though the styles were completely different from each other. But before he could ask what high school they go to, the sight of the new stranger's hair stole Yuji's attention. White as snow, frayed and spikey, even the grandma’s who live across the street from him don't have hair as white as this.
“Oni-san!” Yuji stresses looking back at the sitting figure, his eyes wide with concern, “shouldn’t you let this Oji-san sit down?”
The man behind him splutters while the man in front covers his mouth to hide the laugh that threatens to burst out. Yuji doesn't know what to do, his confused stare bouncing back and forth between the two.
“If I'm an Oji-san, he’s definitely one too,” the man bites out playfully, leaning down to whisper it in Yuji's ear so as not to annoy the other passengers. “He’s only a few months younger than me, little thing!”
“Oh no! I'm sorry,” Yuji blushes, the skin of his neck tingling from the sudden attention.
“Satoru, I didn’t see you there,” Suguru greets, his voice twinged with something the boy couldn’t quite understand, freeing Yuji from his humored gaze.
Ah, so they know each other, Yuji thinks, shrinking under the chatter of the two, thankful that there were no more teases about his accidental misspeak. Of course they know each other dummy, Yuji’s mind scolds, they go to the same school!
But… are they students?
Or teachers?
After another shy glance up he finally sees that the man, Satoru it turns out, is in fact not as old as he first assumed. If he was being honest, he looked much younger than Suguru, even if he towered so high above them both. With skin as smooth as Yuji’s own, and lips that shimmer in the sunlight, Yuji sort of thinks the man looks… pretty.
What he wasn’t expecting, though, was how pretty Satoru’s eyes were when they caught him staring. Vibrantly unnatural blues catch him fawning, and Yuji rushes to look away. Head dropping like a brick onto pavement, his own gaze glueing to the floor as muted conversation flies overhead.
“Uh-oh,” Satoru says a tad louder than before, breaking Yuji away from his embarrassment for just a moment to see what the man was worried about. Before he could, the whole car moves like a slow wave crashing into the sand, Yuji’s shuffled forward, deeper into the gap and Satoru’s hands come down, pressing one onto Yuji's shoulder while the other one bars against the wall above Suguru’s head.
Oddly protective, yet not at all comforting.
The small space meant for him shrank exponentially with Satoru’s knee pressing him closer and closer, his own just barely grazing the cool metal seat.
“Little one,” Suguru murmurs into the suddenly too warm air between the three, his gaze softens before he opens his mouth again, “if you don't mind, would you like to sit in my lap?”
Yuji hums, airing on the side of caution. Even if it did seem like a better idea than to wait until he had no other choice, he feels weird letting some stranger hold him. Even his grandpa doesn't let him sit in his lap.
“Oho, how bold Suguru~” Satoru jeered,his hand slipping down the young boy's arm before sneaking around his chest. It was too cozy—too familiar— and just as quickly, the air in Yuji’s lungs turned frigid.
These men looked nice, they spoke well, but something was off, and Yuji couldn't put his finger on what.
“Would you like to take a seat on Oji-san's lap?” a sultry voice whispers from above, Satoru dipping low enough that his arm rests onto Suguru’s shoulders, his hulking frame hiding Yuji completely from the sight of other passengers.
“Ah, I’m alri-”
His words are cut off with a gasp when a thick knee finds itself between his legs. Satoru, having used the small space between the other man's spread thighs, hauls Yuji’s tiny frame off the floor.
“Oh no, it looks like more people are making their way on,” Suguru comments slyly, closing his legs just a tad, to ease Yuji’s slide off of Satoru’s knee, “we don't wanna take up more space than we should, isn't that right?”
Yuji didn't know what to say. Feeling trapped and unsure, he sat stunned as Satoru spoke up for him instead.
“That's right,” He purred, his sickly sweet voice curdling in the pit of Yuji’s stomach, “It’s very rude not to make room for others on such a busy train, so let’s scoot you forward a tad, shall we?”
A heavy wide palm presses into his spine without waiting for his answer, and just as quickly, Suguru is as close as one can be to another person. Bursts of mint and something bitter invades his nostrils, Suguru’s breath fanning softly against his face as Yuji’s legs split uncomfortably over the man’s hips, forcing his groin to tensely settle into the dip that they made.
His arms move to catch himself from faceplanting into the thick black shirt Suguru was wearing, fingers clenching tightly to the fabric around the man's shoulders.
Like prey caught in a man-made snare, Yuji stared forward unseeing, his heart palpitating in his chest and mind whirling with an indistinguishable stress he’s never felt before.
His gaze flickers from side to side cautiously, and just as he suspected, the throng of people was in fact pressing them closer. Though outside of these two men, no one spared him a passing glance.
“He looks a bit cold doesn't he?” Satoru murmurs, the way his mouth feathers against the cartilage of Yuji’s ear makes him shiver, his legs tensing around Suguru’s hips as tingles shoot through his body.
“He does,” Suguru replies, lightly locking his arms around the boy's waist to huddle him impossibly closer. Their chests are touching now, Yuji’s hips are now canting back, and he feels so… lewd.. The way his body has spread open so unnaturally at the hands of these strange men littered every blood cell in his body with red hot embarrassment. And it only got worse when a heavy jacket was placed precariously over his shoulders, further shrouding him from the public.
With his small body now completely obscured, Yuji could feel those cautious hands around his back gain confidence. He freezes. Thick warm fingers digging desperately into his clothed rear, shameless and wanting, until a thumb hooks into the waistband and figures out that the slacks his grandfather dressed him in were elastic.
A startled gasp leaves Yuji’s throat the second Suguru’s skin meets his own. A whine, a silent plea for this to stop is left unanswered and Yuji can't seem to think of anything else to do. The train’s too packed and he has a feeling the moment he goes to alert someone close by, one or both of these men will have him silenced before the air has left his mouth.
Against his better judgment, Yuji stills like a deer in the face of a fast moving car. His mind reeling with endless possibilities of what these men could possibly want with a kid like him, but coming up blank at every turn. His mind is not yet grasping the true danger of what lies in store for such a young boy.
“This one isn't gonna be trouble, my darling Satoru,” Suguru croons, and Yuji realizes at that moment his thoughts bled out into the expressions on his face; one Suguru has yet to rip his eyes from since he was unwillingly corralled into his lap.
The warm hand that palms his bare bottom, squeezes and pulls, spreading his cheeks apart to let the warm heat of their bodies ghost along his bare virginal rim. Causing Yuji to tense once more, his trembling lips drawing up between his premature teeth to prevent any incriminating noise from leaking out.
“Is that so? This sweet thing is already addicted to your touch? That was fast,” Satoru hums, cupping his spare hand around Yuji's throat and leaning him back into his chest. A pale thumb digging into his bottom lip, unfurling it from between his teeth. The boy could feel the weight of Satoru’s stare trail like a serrated blade down his chest, looking for something Yuji couldn't seem to figure out.
Yuji shook his head, too anxious to meet either man's gaze. He wouldn't say addicted. Scared, nervous, and possibly slowly becoming consumed by some unspoken anticipation.. But not addicted, never!
“Pull out the front Honey~ I wanna see too!” Satoru whimpers low, his chest rumbling with need while he’s leaning them closer to Suguru. mouth brushing lightly over the other man’s own, jostling Yuji and pressing his face between their chests. Their combined scents and pounding heartbeat turn his already antsy brain to mush. Too close, too warm, his body feels so hot and he's so freaking nervous.
That was until he peeks up, his wide eyes staring as Satoru’s tongue laps softly into the opening of Suguru’s mouth.
Darling… Honey… they know each other a lot more than Yuji was led to believe… they’re… they’re…
“Paitence dear, we have a long ride ahead,” Suguru shushes with a returned kiss, though despite his words, Yuji’s front is partly bared as Suguru tugs the band farther down his ass, those same warm fingers slipping and digging into the soft pucker between Yuji’s parted cheeks to his dismay; his trembling body left to fend off the dizzying shame alone.
“Oh there it is. How cute.” Satoru croons, smooshing the side of his face into Yuji’s, his eyes lit with an unusual delight as he peers into the gap between the boy and his lover.
What? What is Satoru talking about?
Yuij cranes his head down and sees the mess he’s become. His little cock was standing proudly in the open air, raised up by the band of his pants. The skin around the tip was a bright pink, flush and plumped without his permission. He gasps at the sight of a thin clear liquid pearling at his tip, soaking up almost immediately into the band it so happily rests upon.
With a mindnumbing realization, his eyes wide, vision blurring with a rush of a new type of shame. Yuji finally understood what these men wanted as his cocklet twitched suddenly at the onslaught of attention.
He’s seen the video’s his classmates have passed around under their teacher's nose, and the manga panels some boys or girls would set as their homescreens or plaster on the inside of their binders, eager to show off to any student that walks by.
He’s seen this scene so much it’s practically engrained in the back of his eye lids when he gets that tell-tale urge to rut against his palm before falling asleep.
Chikan.
Molestation.
He’s about to experience the hands of a stranger for the first time in his life and the thought sends an unnamable shiver down his spine.
He tries not to let his fear show and tries to move, Suguru pinches his cheeks in an attempt to calm his wiggling but one side-eye from Satoru is all it takes for the boy to settle back down.
In all the wild assumptions playing back through his mind, this certainly wasn’t one he had thought he ever experienced. He’s a boy, for one. Little boys aren’t usually the characters portraying such dirty acts in this kind of scenario, at least none that he's had the chance to see. It was always an older woman getting undressed and fondled until wet stuff splattered the floor.
And two, aren’t the… old men… supposed to look ugly and faceless? These two are definitely not ugly, not to Yuji, and he couldn't really imagine a moment in life where anyone wouldn’t beg to take a photo with these two just to hang it on their walls.
They shared their names with him, they forced him to meet their eyes as they said their real names out loud to each other as they k-kissed. They—
The hand around his throat tightens and Yuji’s ripped away from his thoughts, eyes raising half lidded to find those iridescent blues sneering down at him.
“W-wait! No—!” Yuji whimpered, his hips canting away from those hungry hands, but the vice around his throat was unmoving, forcing his spine to pop at this new angle and unknowingly opening him up more to those greedy fingers that dig and swirl around his tiny hole.
“Looks like he finally gets it, Suguru,” Satoru purrs softly, easing away just for a moment to hold Yuji’s head to his chest. Something firm and long grinds between his shoulder blades, and the boy watches with a sordid gaze as Satoru’s lips fall apart slightly. His lids close as he relishes some form of unfounded relief.
“Give him a moment, Satoru, we don't want to be too loud now.” Suguru says, not really a response as it is a reprimand to keep Satoru from going too fast too soon. Though that doesn’t stop him from tightening his grip on the boy's supple cheeks under the shield of Satoru’s jacket.
A moment, yes. A break,
“Please give me a—” his words cut off into a strangled whimper. His body tenses as a single finger finally breaches his hole. Anxious tears threatened to spill as he tried to keep himself quiet. Too thick, too dry, was the drag of their skin against one another; aching like nothing he's ever felt before
Yuji instinctively lifted his hips, to run from this unnatural feeling, the pressure uncomfortable between his legs, yet Suguru doesn't let him get too far before he’s shoving the boy back down, the finger splitting him apart too fast for him to comprehend—or hold back the broken yelp that crawled up from his throat.
Too big, he thought, it hurt so bad, the words circling his mind as he trembled. Nerves fraying as he tries to calm his body from panicking. His teeth chatter, and he stares into Suguru’s face unseeing his mind, refusing to believe what's happening to his body. Uncaring that Satoru's hand had clamped over his mouth to prevent anymore outbursts. The finger eases in and out slowly twisting and curling against the slick virgin walls, stretching and shaping as it goes, only for it to cork its way back deeper than before.
“Shhhh, sweet thing, look—” Suguru whispers, dragging the finger out slowly just to press it back in over and over, each pass getting slicker with the natural wetness his hole produces, waiting for the boys tearful eyes to finally focus on him again, “you're taking me so well aren't you? So good for your Oji-san.”
Something deep inside Yuji shatters at a particularly deep thrust, his legs clamping tightly around the thick waist as a dull nail digs against an electrifying spot within. His little cock jumps and that familiar feeling that he holds close to his chest during the quieter nights after his grandpa falls asleep licks down his back.
It's so bad, what they're doing to him. Evil and naughty, and it hurt, and felt… good. So good and so much better than all the times he’s tried to make himself feel good next to his sleeping grandpa. Foggy memories of drawn pictures were no match to the very big, very real adult fingers scooping him from the inside out on this very public train car.
Thoughts cracking and reshaping. Lust kindling deep in his belly as unsolicited pornographic thoughts invade his mind, he misses the moment Satoru hands something small and metallic over his shoulder and into Suguru’s free hand.
Yuji hardly feels it as he's lifted to his knees, his attention circling those fingers fucking into his hole, and dragged higher into the man's chest. Legs still widely spread over Suguru’s lap, a broad shoulder shoves his head forward into the curve of Suguru’s, along with words murmured with breathless excitement between the three Yuji can hardly capture in the midst of his dizziness.
“I wanna see, fuck, baby, im covering his ass lemme watch you pound it,” gasping hungry and so saccharine floats above him. His mouth sweats along with the palm that holds it closed.
You just wanna join in, and we can't do it together until we’re alone. You promised me this one Satoru,” deep and velvety yet clear and solid reverberates underneath his flustered tear-swollen face.
More words fly over his head. Whines erupting and tickling the skin beneath his ear and a deep sigh rising and falling from under him.
Cool air caresses his thigh for just a moment before his hips are raised, directed and posed without much of a fight from himself, Yuji swallows a shaky breath as he lets his body accept the changes as willingly as one can before something wet and huge replaces the fingers poised at his fluttering entrance.
For just a moment, the boy’s mouth is free to suck in a much needed breath, Satoru’s hand curving under his chin and twisting his head towards his towering frame; their faces barely an inch apart has Yuji flinching away from the lips ghosting his own, those sultry words spilt against his own were left to mingle with his foggy mind:
“Sit on it,”
It twists and reshapes the meaning for the boy, to sit and work something to lewd and wrong into his own body, to do the work himself when this was their idea in the first place. To make Yuji chose between rape and want, two things he could have barely considered real until today. His mind was too immature for the sheer expectations these men had for him. A stranger. A boy. A child.
“Sit on it,”
Those words drip down his already sensitive spine in warning, a small quiet demand expected to be heed or else whatever they had in store for him if he doesn’t was gonna leave Yuji more broken than he could ever imagine. If Satoru and Suguru are so shameless as to use a boy like him so freely and shamelessly, there's no telling what else they could do if he was to say no as they hurdle to the edge of their self-inflicted breaking point.
He lets himself fall. Not to heed the threat or to accept the unfair demand of choosing his fate… No.. he lets Suguru’s cock slowly sink into him for himself. To feel just as good as they want to.
“Yes, split that cute boypussy over his cock,” Satoru hisses, his lips mouthing hot and hungry over the back of his neck, and Yuji has no doubt that Satoru has those wondrous blue eyes locked at the despicable sight below.
“Just like that, baby, ride his fat dick. Just like that…”
He let his hips drop slowly, his lips cinched tight and eyes clenched tighter, as the feeling of a grown man’s penis— of Suguru’s wet and throbbing cock— pushes and glides its way into Yuji’s taut virgin ass.
Pop pop pop.
Each rivet of Suguru’s shaft against his insides creak through Yuji's body, forcing him to hear just as much as feel the dreadful stretch an adult prick has on a little boy's body. Yuji tries to blink it away, to be strong in the face of danger, but his body is not so prepared. Left shivering and halfway skewered, Yuji’s hips couldn’t bear to venture downward anymore.
His guts were too full, his hole burned as if a fire had lit below him, and he was shaking. Shaking so badly he almost felt like he would topple over and shatter into a pile of discarded legos if not for the fact both Suguru and Satoru held him so close and steady.
“N-no more—” Yuji gasps quietly, drool dripping from his lips onto Suguru’s shirt collar, but his words go ignored, the man who had him tucked so closely in his lap only chuckled, gripping petite his waist, and pressing him down further. A guttural moan muffled into the boys sweaty forehead.
“Yes more, all the more,” Satoru too, blatantly ignoring Yuji’s desperate pleas, “you're gonna feel so good filled to the brim, fuck I wanna see you full, baby,”
“It feels good,” Yuji tries with a quiet sob, his mouth running to fawn and fret, his blood pounding in his ears as that bundle deep within is scraped and bulldozed to make more room. Canting his hips up and away from Suguru’s lap, “it's good, ngh, but— Ah!”
“Yeah?” deep and velvety and so mean, Suguru seems to mock Yuji’s struggle. Instead of easing himself out like the boy had expected, his heavy palm fanned around his reddened asscheeks and held him firm, grinding up into the waning space between them.
“So good you could cry?”
No, Yuji shook his head, his mouth opened to speak but Satoru’s palm returned full force over his parted lips. Clasping unyieldingly over his mouth.
“Make him cry Suguru, enough of this foreplay, I wanna see his little cock come,” Satoru seethes into Yuji’s sweaty throat, his voice no longer tinged with playful delight. Hunger and impatience lit a fire deep within the man and Yuji, yearning to be free, had burned up the remaining flare of his niceness.
“Fuck him or I will, rules be damned.”
“Keep talking this way and I won't let you have him at all.”
Three hands round his waist, but one takes charge. Forcing his hips flush against Suguru’s, Satoru shoves him completely onto the blistering cock between his legs. His organs split wide unfurling to make room for the massive member, his stomach swells painfully right below his belly button, and through the haze of unbearable pain and nerve-frying pleasure, Yuji’s only barely thankful that Satoru’s hand is keeping his jaw closed.
His throat wobbles, a scream bubbling up only to be choked down with a wet nasally gasp. Pain pain pain, it hurts so much! The men’s satisfied groans rumble around him, vibrating him to his core as he’s forced to shakily settle in their grasps.
Outside of the first beat, Yuji wasn't granted a resting period. Hips are dragged up, his belly aches with emptiness for only a second before he's slammed right back down. The men taking turn to lift and drop him back down, his body exhorting little resistance now that he’s properly fucked open.
His head rips back, knocking against the crown of the man who’s folded behind him; whose heady crystalline gaze is locked on the sight of two small round cheeks of a pubescent boy spread painfully wide, zoned on the gaping rim buried between mouthing hungrily at the disappearing shaft of his lovers dick.
“Fuck he’s eating you up Suguru, arent ya, little one,” Satoru’s talking again, and Yuji just wants him to stop. He wants all of it to stop. His body aches and he just wants this to be over, he just wants these men to finish and be done with him.
With a heavy hand, his hips are yanked down again, harder than before but he can't tell who grabbed him. As his small belly rounds out repeatedly with the weight of an adult cock bullying his insides, his body jolts as the tingle shot down once more between his shuddering thighs. Yuji whimpers as his tiny cock twitches against the lining of his slick soaked pants and before too long another mind altering feeling envelopes him.
All Yuji knows—all he can think about— is how freaking good this feels.
A flash of heat overcame his little body, white consuming his vision for just a moment as his body curled into Suguru’s chest. A whine pierced Satoru’s palm as hot wet fluid sprays from his cocklet, though the man in front was quick to hush him, cooing louder for ‘his darling boy to behave in public’ to sway any curious glances shot their way.
Yuji’s body drops out of sheer exhaustion, grinding back down uncontrollably—the taut pain in his belly be damned—to take more feel more of this brain-melting pleasure.
“Awe, so cute~ He’s made a mess!” Satoru cheers quietly, his free hand wrapping around to milk what little the boy had left in him. When nothing else spilled out, he let his palm venture lower, thick pale fingers, dipping low to massage the swollen skin between Yuji’s legs, though the boy couldn’t dare to resist.
Again, Yuji was able to suck down lungfuls of fresh cool air, Satoru unleashing his demanding hold over the boy's mouth, instead, combing his own excess saliva into his short pink strands and letting Yuji’s face bury itself soundly into Suguru’s dampened shirt as he waded through the throes of his euphoria.
He’s swimming back up from his high, panting against Suguru’s shoulder, and he comes to as muted smacking sounds erupt beside him. Yuji turns his head and his eyes widen at the sight of them kissing.
Hard.
Satoru felt like a boa constrictor against his back, his broad chest cuddled close to Yuji with his palm still rubbing soothingly against his rim, hiding him from sight as he licked deeply into his lover’s mouth all the while Suguru is left to thrust half heartedly into Yuji’s loose warm hole. Seemed as nothing more than an over achieving couple enjoying one another on this packed subway car, no one knows that they harbor a mini fucked out cock sleeve in their laps.
It makes Yuji’s stomach twist at the realization. Something sick and jealous eating away at his insides at the idea of being left out by these two men; hidden under the jacket and curled into a tight ball between them he feels more childlike regardless of the fact he had come from having a dick buried in his guts.
Yuji grinds the cock in further and watches as Suguru breaks the kiss to gasp, his mouth dropping slightly in a pained ‘oh’ just before Satoru sucks him back into another deep kiss. Again, he tilts his hips, hiding a small smirk in the broad shoulder when Suguru seethes again, their lips parting at the black-haired man's insistence to visibly shudder under Yuji’s antics.
It wasn’t enough though, Satoru still yearned to take up all of Suguru’s attention. Had all but stomped his foot tantrum-like to keep kissing. It’s okay though, Yuji knows he can be a bit stubborn too, and he shows it by mouthing at Suguru's neck shyly, eyes glued to the two men locking lips fervently. Tonguing the pounding pulsepoint just below his jaw and even daring to allow himself a suckle or two like he’s seen in the manga. Nothing too heavy, but the reaction it got— Suguru whimpering Yuji’s name in Satoru’s mouth—made Yuji’s little cocklet twitch to life again.
He freezes when Satoru was the one to break the kiss the next time, ripping back with his lips pulled into a fiending snarl, his pretty blue eyes dilated almost black as they focused on him. Yuji’s mouth unlatches with a quiet pop, his eyes flicker between the beast of a man that looms inches from his face and the small red mark blooming on Suguru’s pale throat.
“Feeling a little playful are we,” Satoru hums, his voice husky, “even after you made such a mess,” he tsks, his tone chilling.
He had hoped Suguru would have… why is..?
Is Satoru… mad?
He shakes his head, "I'm so—” but his words are cut short as Satoru slams their mouths together. It was his turn to feel the heat that seared hot in the man’s blood.
Yuji felt his head snap back, tongue limp, fat, and plump as the white-haired man swirled his own along his insides. Fighting an already surrendered battle by spilling more and more of his saliva down the little boy's throat, Satoru leads the suffocating kiss with a starving vigor.
“He’s getting tight, Satoru,” Suguru groans softly, his grip tightening ever so slightly around Yuji’s hips. “He’s gonna pinch me off if you don’t let him breathe—fuck—!”
“Fuck him baby,” he responds quietly, and Yuji tries hard not to be disappointed as the man presses in one final kiss against his swollen little lips before pulling back and meeting the other man’s strained gaze, “let me see you fuck our baby boy.”
Baby boy, Yuji hums, I am their baby aren’t I?
The words are like syrup in Yuji’s gut as he lets his head fall back onto Suguru’s shoulder. His legs try to clamp shut one more time as the cock twitches deep inside him, unsure whether or not he could go another round, but his thoughts end there at a rumbling hum vibrating his lips.
Mind gone, he barely flinches as the hands around his hips tighten. Yuji’s getting fucked. Or Yuji’s fucking. He can’t tell all he can tell is that he’s moving again—fast. Lifting and dropping his sore waist just enough not to make too loud of sounds. But it doesn’t hide the inner squelches that rumble in his tummy.
He’s getting swallowed completely by the monster between his legs. Honed in on how it concaves his insides to find a better warmer place to sleep, and desperate to never let this feeling end.
If he could snap out of his haze, he would have been shocked with himself for what he does next.
Many hands lift now, but it’s Yuji who shoves his hips down hungry for more. Outpacing the grip, chasing that wondrous high boiling over in his guts.
It feels so good. Suguru feels so big and strong and good. Satoru feels so broad and heavy and warm and he craves to find a way to make him feel just as drunkenly giddy as Yuji does.
He feels so much like a big kid now, so mature and wanted and loved in ways he’s never imagined.
He never wants this to end and he shows that by grasping awkwardly at Satoru’s clothes with one hand and tangling his little fingers into the sleeve of Suguru's shirt with the other. Trying with as much might as he can muster to bring them closer. To hold him. To keep him forever.
“Is our baby boy feeling good?—fuck,” Suguru hisses, rolling his hips up against Yuji’s steadily withering drops skin meeting with a soft clap that burns his ears with embarrassment.
“You like getting your pussy filled by this Oji-san, little one? You want another one? Want to spread that pussy for another cock baby?”
At that he shatters.
Yuji comes a second time to the lilt of Satoru’s voice, his words dripping something hot and itchy down his spine that scratches just right against the nerves that send electric shocks to his prepubescent cock, dribbling his infertile fluid into Suguru's slacks with a gasping yelp. His eyes roll back as he basks in his second nerve-splitting orgasm.
Yuji moans low in his throat at another harsh dig of a finger along his abused hole, niggling and searching for a gap, with no luck. He’s too small, his hole already stretched so wide. He couldn’t possibly—
“Too—ugh—full,” he whimpers, words muffled by Suguru’s damp shirt. His legs were shaking and weak.
“I heard a yes darling,” Satoru sounds out of breath too, his voice strained for some reason Yuji couldn’t possibly understand. He didn’t even—
“Nooo—ngh!”
Suguru cuts him off with one final thrust. Cock burrowing itself so deep, the poor boy's belly distends the farthest it has since they’ve started. Filling fast with what felt like buckets of wetness, Yuji has to curb another full body shudder. His sore hole squelches as the creamy fluid drains slowly around the massive plug and he’s left gasping in the men’s hold.
The world around them seems to slowly grow louder. His ears popping as he settles into Suguru’s chest. And it takes him another second to realize they’re murmuring over his head again.
“I want—“
“We can’t let him—“
“The next train—“
He can’t bother to care about how the conversation refused to stick. The young boy was worn out, tired, and achy. All he really had the strength to do was close his eyes.
Even when the train lurched to a stop and the pressure and heat of Satoru’s chest left his back, he didn't open them. Even when Suguru dragged out his softened member and the cooling fluid pooled at his pulsing rim he wouldn’t open them.
The robotic woman in the speaker offered one last chance to offload the train car. Her calm voice floating listlessly in his ears along with the slowing pounding of Suguru’s heartbeat.
“That’s us, Suguru!” Satoru had crooned, his voice louder than Yuji had heard it since they met. And it makes Yuji’s abused insides twist painfully,
It’s done. They’re finished with him.
Will they leave him here to recover alone? Slide up his pants and sit him up with a strict warning to keep quiet? He hoped not. Yuji isn’t ready to just be done.
He doesn’t think he’d ever be.
He tenses when he feels the snap of his waistband against his sore hips, repositioned and proper. Are they actually gonna leave him?
His weak legs clench as tight as they can when he feels Suguru shuffle around. Heart plummeting to the floor when the man stands fully; the fact Yuji’s still in his arms does nothing to quell this budding anxiety.
Don’t sit me down! Don’t leave me here!
When he heard the doors to the train shut, sounding off behind him, Yuji opened his eyes in stunned disbelief. They hadn’t made a sound, he didn’t even jostle like he would have if he was in his grandpa’s hold.
He’s bordering on frantic as he peers past the black-haired man’s shoulder and around the station. Not a single glance was directed his way; no worried stares or even a side eye that told him that what they did was ever acknowledged by people who had left the scene of the crime along with him.
“Wha—“
“Oh he’s awake!”
White hair and irises, somehow more dazzlingly blue in the fresh sunlight, invade his vision. Satoru leering close with a heady smile and a dangerous promise falling from his lips.
Yuji blushes when he catches the residual fluid still clinging to the man’s fingers glistening as they raise toward his forehead.
“Get some rest little guy,” he purred, his eyes flashing dangerously, “when you wake up it’s my turn.”
A kiss, a tap, and a confused grunt.
Yuji was out like a light.
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