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It had been a rough two days. A large scale villain attack broke out in another city that had both him and Shouta called in for reinforcements. Then the next day was jam packed with paperwork, recovery efforts, and the absolute nightmare of a press conference. Shouta, the lucky bastard got to skip the latter, perks of being underground he supposes.
By the time they had gotten through everything they were exhausted and stressed. They were already planning how they'd relieve that stress once Hitoshi was nice and tucked in too. He couldn't wait to feel his husbands lips wrapped around his cock, fuck was he good with his mouth. Hizashi was half-hard just thinking about it.
It was a miracle Nemuri was already working on a different case and couldn't be called in so she was able to watch Hitoshi for majority of the time they were forced on scene. She ended up needing to leave an hour before they got everything done, so poor Hitoshi had to stay home alone for the first time. They trusted him to be safe of course, but it was still worrisome. They both had certainly gained a fair number of enemies in their time, so a little paranoia was understandable.
Apparently the paranoia was not at all misplaced, as when the two men opened the front door they were welcomed by the sight of their son whimpering and curled up on the ground, a half empty box of chocolates forgotten next to him. The same ones Hizashi meant to get checked over by his agency before everything went to shit. If his negligence got Toshi poisoned…
They both rush over to him, frantically feeling his forehead and checking for obvious reactions, but every touch just makes him whine more and more. Hizashi is reaching for his phone to call Recovery Girl when he notices something odd, his worry unraveling into something almost amused.
"'Zashi, why'd you pause? We need Hitoshi checked out as soon as possible." Shouta barked out, still too worked up to take in the whole situation.
Maybe it's because of how horny he already was, ready to feel the warmth of his husband around his aching cock, but he smiled and gestured to the writhing boy. "I don't think he's hurting Shou." Hizashi careful cups Hitoshi's cheek and forces the boy to look up at them. "You're just feeling a little funny aren't ya?"
Hitoshi shook his head, a pathetic little whine on his lips and his eyes were welling with tears. "Please Dad, feels so hot! And my privates… they won't stop tingling." He thinks his son tries to glare at him, but it looks more like a pout. "And it does hurt! I feel so empty that it hurts…" If Hizashi were a better man, seeing his son crying so desperately for help would have killed his boner, but all those teary eyes did was make his dick twitch.
He's sure Hitoshi felt real empty alright, he had his hand pressed flat on the ground in front of him, using his own own arm to rut against. The boy looked like a little puppy humping at anything it could get between its legs. He looked slutty.
A look towards Shouta and he could see the gears turning, the utter shock on the man's face. He was completely frozen, his hands were clutched to his own chest, ripped away when he realized that every touch was driving poor Hitoshi wild.
"We- we should take him to see Recovery Girl still. Shouldn't we? I mean, he's too young, he can't deal with to something like this yet." It seems Shouta was still trying to save face, pretend he wasn't just as depraved.
It only made Hizashi harder. He loved when his husband played coy… played innocent. "Then it's a good thing our baby boy has two loving daddies to take of him, huh? What, you want him to suffer instead? He's so desperate for it! It'd be cruel not to give him what he needs."
God it was wonderful watching Shouta crumble in front of him. "We can't. Hizashi- no we can't. Toshi's too little for that, it could hurt him." Not a single denial saying he didn't want to though… it's like he's not even trying.
Hizashi grins. "We just have to be gentle, but he needs our help. Isn't that right Hitoshi?" It's an unfair question, poor boy doesn't know what he'd be agreeing to, just trusting that his dads could make everything okay.
Even so, Hitoshi nods in agreement, pleading for them to make it stop. "Shit. Okay- yeah. Whatever you need, baby boy. We're right here, we can make you feel good." Shouta still looked hesitant, but he was almost as desperate as Hitoshi already.
"Let's go to our room, I'm sure the bed will be far more comfortable than the floor. I have a feeling this will take a while, might as well make the most of it." Shouta nodded mindlessly, already moving to cradle their kid to his chest and follow Hizashi down the hall.
The man was petting Hitoshi's hair soothingly, gently rubbing up and down his back to comfort the boy. It's cute how gentle he was being, lowering him onto the mattress slowly, parting with a small kiss on the forehead.
It's when Shouta looks to Hizashi for further instruction that he starts to get really excited. This is actually happening. "Take his clothes off. I'm sure he's burning up by now and they'll just get in the way."
Watching his husband slowly strip his son is so much hotter than it has any right being. His poor little body was coated in a sheen of sweat, Shou had to peel the shirt off of him. But he could see the relief with every article of clothing removed.
Hitoshi's shorts were looser, so they were a bit easier to slide off. And the sight of his messy panties had them both groaning. The childish cat pattern on them was visibly darker, and clinging to his cunt, showing off every fold already. Hizashi couldn't believe such a young pussy could even get so wet. Maybe his son really was born to be a slut.
"Those too, and hand them over." He ordered, pointing at the boy's still clothed cunt. "I want a taste, but I'll let you get it straight from the source. I bet our Hitoshi would really appreciate that skilled tongue of yours. And you'll be a lot more gentle than I'd be."
It wouldn't do to scare him so soon, even if he's pliant from whatever drug must've been in those chocolates. Surely every father wants their kid to have a good first time. Hizashi is just going to be a little more involved with the event than most.
Watching Shouta pull those soiled panties down Hitoshi's legs is an intoxicating sight. He can see a string of slick connecting that tiny cunny to the garment for a brief moment before they're pulled too far. When Shou hands them over he grabs them and takes an eager whiff, groaning at the sweet scent.
His husband's eyes darken watching his reaction, a mix of jealousy and desire he's sure. Wanting a taste of that under-ripe pussy for himself.
Hitoshi whines suddenly, "please! I need you to make it feel better, it's too much. Make it stop." He had been so plaint and still before, but now he's squirming. Rubbing his thighs together and spreading that dripping slick between them.
It has Shouta visibly reeling, looking hungrily at the boy, but still waiting to be told what to do. What an adorable pair they make. "You heard the kid, be a good Papa and kiss his baby pussy better."
Little Toshi had no idea what to expect, but when his dad's lips met his cunt he squealed. It was the cutest sound Hizashi had ever heard and if the loud slurping sound from Shouta was any indication, he felt the same. The sounds of it were fucking obscene.
And their poor boy didn't know how to handle all the big feelings in his cunny. He was writhing and crying under his father, but his hips kept rolling up into the mouth attached to him instead of shying away. Even overwhelmed as he was, his body knew what it needed.
Hizashi took to leisurely stroking his cock through his pants, it helped relive some of the tension that had built, but didn't distract from the show in front of him. And they really were putting on a beautiful performance for him. Hitoshi had his hands tangled in Shouta's hair, his head thrown back as he wailed with every press of tongue.
He was being bent nearly in half, his legs pressed up to his chest to allow easy access and limited movement. Even still, the boy was clearly trying to get more, rocking his hips and tugging his dad's hair, pulling him closer.
Shouta wasn't being all that gentle, he was still holding back, but Hizashi could tell with every drop of slick the man got more and more drunk off that sweet pussy. He got hungrier, more desperate to take.
When Shou moves one of his hands down Hitoshi's body, letting it rest over his hip, Hizashi perks up. His husband unlatches from his treat with a lewd pop and replaces his tongue with a thumb.
Their desperate little boy is hardly phased by the subtle change, but when Shouta's head lowers just a bit and he dives back in Hitoshi moans. It sounds straight out of a fucking porno, and the way the kid starts shaking and crying tells them he's having his first orgasm.
Cumming for the first time and it's on his dad's tongue. Hizashi has never felt more proud of his little family than right this moment. When Hitoshi starts to go limp, his whining more frantic, he decides to step in.
"Alright, that's enough. Give him a little break." The growl he got in response only made him chuckle, especially when the man obeyed immediately, even with a scowl on his face. "Don't look at me like that, Hon. You can have more in a moment."
Shouta still didn't look happy, but he did soften, even more so when he realized just how fucked-out Hitoshi looked panting and limp beneath him.
Finally done with watching, Hizashi made his way over to the bed, positioning himself behind his husband. He guided the man's hips up, leaving his face to rest on the mattress. "Here, I'll give you something to make up for it." Hizashi promised, slowly undoing Shouta's belt and pulling his pants and boxers down in one go.
It was always such a lovely image, his husband presenting himself for Hizashi like a damn prize. He squeezed at his ass, just having a little fun. Observed the way his fingers pressed into fat and spread those cheeks to get an eyeful of Shou's winking hole. Always so ready for him.
Hizashi leaned down to place a kiss on his tailbone and brought a finger further in, teasing his rim. "Shit, 'Zashi. We need lube- I want you inside so bad." Shouta hissed out, fingers already clenched in the bedsheets.
He always did get desperate after a mouthful of cum, impatient to get filled. Hizashi chuckled at him though, "hmm? I think we have something better than lube here."
Shouta twitched under him, letting out a quiet gasp while he watched Hizashi lean further up the bed and scoop slick straight from Hitoshi's pussy. It made the boy tremble and whine, even close his legs when Hizashi withdrew. Poor thing is still so overwhelmed, he could rest for now.
It admittedly wasn't the best lube available, but it was undeniably hot to force two fingers, covered in their son's slick, into his husband. Though the abrupt stretch and limited lubrication might not have been quite as appreciated by Shouta if the hiss of pain is anything to go by. He knows better than to complain beyond that of course. And given the number of times he's stretched the man out, it doesn't take long for any discomfort to fade into pleasure.
Seeing the way Shouta melts, pained whines turning into groans for more, was almost too much. And it seems that Hitoshi agreed, the little one had snuck a hand between his legs to clumsily rub at his teeny clit. It was adorable to watch him struggle, only brushing his clit occasionally, exploring his pussy for the first time.
Hizashi started fucking his fingers in harder, rushing his way through stretching Shouta out, ready to sink his cock in. He had barely even forced three fingers in before deciding that would be enough. The thought of using lube now would be the most responsible… but using Hitoshi's baby slick was just too enticing to pass up.
The man parted from Shouta with a teasing slap to the ass, finally discarding his own clothes to free his aching cock. He climbed across the bed, leaning over Hitoshi hungrily, "open those pretty legs up, baby boy. Daddy needs to borrow your leaky cunny, you'll be good and let me, right?"
Despite spreading his legs immediately, Hitoshi looked nervous, biting his pouty lip. "Dad it's too big for me… you c-can't. Don't want to hurt."
Hizashi couldn't help cooing at the boy beneath him, "Oh, Baby. I'm not gonna fuck you" yet, "just rub my cock against your messy cunny so I can get it wet enough to fit in Papa. It'll feel good I promise, no hurts."
"And it won't hurt Papa if you use my cunny first?" Their sweet son was really testing his restraint being all cute while Hizashi was staring down that pink, puffy pussy.
"Exactly! As long as I get my cock nice and wet from your pussy, it'll make me fit nice and easy into Papa." It really wouldn't, Hizashi hardly prepped him. There's no shot it doesn't hurt a little bit, but their son probably wouldn't be too happy to know that.
Before the boy can think of anything else to question, Hizashi angles his cock and thrusts it between Hitoshi's folds, earning another slutty moan from the young boy. Yeah, he's never letting this pussy go. He loves his son more than anything, so he can only hope he learns to love it just as much.
"D-dad! Hngh… feels good. Like feeling your c-cock on my cunny!" Shit…
"Shit." Hitoshi learns so fast, already talking like the desperate slut Hizashi plans to teach him to be.
His cunt is so wet it makes the glide far too easy, almost easy enough to change pressing against the fluttery hole. Not yet, fuck he can't push his luck too far.
It's hard to pull away from the divine slide of Hitoshi's cunt, but he can tell Shouta is getting impatient. His husband's practically drooling into the mattress just watching him rut against their son.
"'Zashi. C'mon, need you to fuck me already. I'll take care of Hitoshi, make sure he feels good, just please." He's truly surrounded by desperate sluts, Hizashi wonders briefly if one day they'll be fighting for his cock… Yeah, that'd be a dream.
It's with great reluctance and restraint that he backs away enough to pull his cock off Hitoshi. Poor thing whines unhappily the moment he does, but Shouta is quick to take over with a gentle kiss to his clit.
The way the boy shudders and releases pleased moans goes right to his dick. "Fill his little baby cunt, Shouta. Use your fingers to fuck him while I stuff you with my cock."
His husband didn't need to be told twice, immediately pressing the tip of his middle finger to Hitoshi's cunt. "Relax baby, I'll be gentle. You said you were empty remember? I'll make that go away." Fuck, Shouta sounded so desperate and winded at just the thought of feeling that tight heat around his finger.
Hizashi rewarded him by slipping his tip right into Shouta's hole. It was a little rougher than normal, not at all stretched or lubed up enough for an easy glide, but the way the man clamped down around his cock felt incredible.
"Fuck yeah, maybe I shouldn't have prepped you at all. Think you could take my cock like that?" Hizashi teased, slowly forcing his cock the rest of the way in while Shouta's fingers slowly sunk into their son. "Without opening you up beforehand? Just knowing that you've got the perfect home for my cock carved into you after all these years."
He could feel the way Shouta was clenching down tight around him, panting from a little dirty talk. "Holy shit, 'Zashi. Please shut up." When he always reacts like this? Fat chance of that.
Hizashi grins wide, "but you get so tight around my cock." Fuck it was like he could feel Shouta pulsing around him. "And look how good you're fucking our baby, poor thing's crying over a single finger."
And he was, Hitoshi's little body just wasn't ready to be stuffed no matter how much the boy needed it. "Fuck he got tighter- can barely move my finger at all." How good would that little pussy feel wrapped around his cock instead? He'd fuckin' destroy that little hole.
"Isn't that cute. Are you feeling good Toshi? Does it feel good having your dad stuff your tiny cunny?" The little one nodded quickly, tear filled eyes snapping to Hizashi. "Well what do we say when someone does something nice for us, hm?"
Hitoshi's face screws up, he's hardly even moaning anymore, too breathless to make a sound. It's mean to ask him to speak, let alone think. "Tha- ahn. Thank you!" He squeaked out before whining, pouting about how mean his dad is.
Hearing how broken his son's voice is as he thanks them for defiling him is too much, Hizashi starts fucking harder into Shouta, groaning when his husband matches the pace for Hitoshi as well. The sound of skin meeting and Hitoshi's frothy pussy fill the room.
Toshi is the first to cum and it's a fucking dream. He lets out a screamwhile his little cunt sprays out a stream that Shouta greedily drinks down. His whole body shakes and jerks until the man releases him, giving him reprieve from the overwhelming sensations.
"Fuck that was so good, good job baby, squirting all over your Papa like the perfect little slut you are." Hizashi had been feverishly chasing his own release when an idea stuck him and he stopped abruptly. He ignored the way Shouta growled at him to keep going, flipping him over to his back, "lay Hitoshi on your lap, want to pretend I'm fucking him too."
The man's complaints immediately quieted, obediently maneuvering their kid to straddle him, backing his little butt against his cock. He bets Shouta could feel a hint of that baby pussy against it too, maybe even feel Toshi's clit was pressing against his stomach.
Hizashi shoved back inside the moment they were settled and started up a punishing pace. The force of his thrusts were rocking Shouta's entire body, it made Hitoshi's cunt rub against him, making the little one whine. His pretty little ass spread for Shouta's cock to slot between two pert cheeks, making the man cum near instantly.
His release sprayed all over their son's ass and lower back. Hizashi just couldn't help himself, he rubbed the cum right into Hitoshi's skin, looking in awe at the obscene image he made. His thrusts picked up, ignoring the way Shouta hissed at the painful overstimulation.
Hizashi pushed Toshi forward a little and lifted his little ass into the air. When he was finally ready he pulled out of Shouta to splatter cum right on that baby pussy, rubbing his tip against the mess when he was finished to work it into his hole. The sight satisfied something primal in him, but not enough to actually let the poor thing rest.
"Oh no… I made such a mess of our dear Hitoshi, be a good Papa and clean him up will you?" Shouta groaned, heaving a tired sigh, but pulled the boy so he was straddling his face. As always, he took to his meal with eagerness and had the kid cumming in his mouth again in no time.
Apparently that pushed the boy over his limit making him promptly pass out. The two fathers looked at each other before nodding, a silent agreement to actually be responsible parents for a moment. They had to bathe Hitoshi and put him to bed to finally sleep off the rest of the drug.
Tomorrow Hizashi will have to figure out what exactly was in those chocolates, they were damn effective and he'd have to get his hands on some more… also so he could make sure there were no major health concerns or side effects for taking them!
They'd also have to have a long conversation with Hitoshi about this, it'd be bad if he told anyone what happened, even worse if it made Toshi upset with them. Maybe if they play it right he'll come back for more next time his pussy gets needy… He can certainly hope!