Archive of Our Own

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There were currently two signs that told Kiryu that he was in a dream.

The first sign was that he was in the Tojo headquarters—more specifically, the meeting room, after being here so many times before. He could tell by the small gap of the window’s curtains that it was night, judging by the glimpse of the black sky. Everything was arranged perfectly, as per usual; the leather chairs were lined up neatly, leading up to the singular one that belonged to the chairman and the chairman alone. The chandeliers shun above, allowing for its typical warm ambience to light up the room. It served as a reminder for all the times he has spent in this room, definitely when he was in his prime while he associated himself with the yakuza, back in the day.

He shouldn’t be here. For one, he was in Hawaii, had he been awake, meaning to be on vacation and resting in the hotel provided to him without a care in the world—at least, that was the intention, before Hanawa assigned him the task of finding Akane. But for another, he wasn’t even involved with the life of the yakuza anymore, having been proclaimed a dead man for years now. All being in the Tojo headquarters would do is just expose his identity, and that’s if the Tojo hadn’t been dissolved. Already, being here made no sense, with nothing but the appearance of the once predominant room being realistic.

The second sign was how he was getting beat up by three dead men.

More specifically, three dead men who he had fought in the past. Three men who he had considered to be his rivals upon meeting, eventually going out of his way to participate in a fight that probably would’ve resulted in his death, had he not won. Unfortunately, winning these fights resulted in the deaths of the others; typically for sacrificial reasonings on their own accord. Nonetheless, the guilt of knowing that they might’ve been changed men, if not for their deaths weighed heavily on his shoulders. It was his burden to carry.

To such an extent that these type of scenarios played out in his head, not having one moment’s peace of mind.

Worst part of all this was how he couldn’t fight back. Kiryu figured that it had something to do with driving in the message of 'there was nothing you could do for things to end up differently', or how it could be a way of making him think he was worthless. No matter what he did, he couldn’t defend himself from onslaught of words and violence. He couldn’t get himself to evade away either, having to take every ridicule until he woke up. In spite of everything, he couldn’t help but find himself expecting a different outcome.

Maybe an 'I’m sorry' for everything that they’ve done back then, or a 'Keep moving forward'. That would’ve been nice and put him to some sort of ease on the guilt he had been lugging around these past few years. Not getting punched in the face, as if their momentarily redemption hadn’t happened in the first place.

But alas, here he was. So, instead of hoping for something easier to happen, he allowed the violence brought onto him.

“Pathetic!” A sudden impact could be felt from Kiryu’s side as a roundhouse kick struck at him. Ignoring the wounded groan that came from Kiryu, Nishiki stared wide-eyed daggers at him, already preparing himself to hit another part of the body. “How the fuck are you not dead yet?!”

It was clear by the way Nishiki said it, that it was a manifestation of his own thoughts, something that he admittedly had always wondered to himself. How wasn’t he dead yet. The way Nishiki spoke though, with such…venom, it had those exact words hitting harder than usual, considering that this was someone that was once considered his oath brother.

Then, he had to remind himself; not only was this a figment of his imagination, but this also wasn’t the same man he once knew, as tragic as it was.

Kiryu pushed through the numb pain of the kick, hissing through his teeth and treating it as little more than a minor burn. “Nishiki, you need to…” He panted to himself, standing upright, “…calm down.” Clearly, he chose the wrong choice of words, judging by how Nishiki’s fists clenched so hard, Kiryu was worried that they were about to start bleeding. “I’ll be dead soon anyways—“

He was cut off by a harsh fist colliding with his cheek.

“Bullshit!” Nishiki growled, drawing his fist back, two seconds away from punching him again. That was, until he felt a hand wrap around his wrist. He snapped his head towards the opposer, his eyes widening with nothing but fury. “What the fuck are you—?”

“Nah. Look at his gray hairs. He’s probably right.” Ryuji shook his head, and one would almost think he was doing the action disapprovingly, especially with the way he shoved Nishiki back, causing him to stumble on his feet. Before Kiryu could at least comment however, he heard Ryuji crack his knuckles, and a cruel, half-grin crept up on his face, staring down at him like he was waiting for the perfect moment to strike. “But I don’t understand how a guy like him can hold up much longer. It’s pathetic, if ya ask me.”

He giggled at his own joke. Kiryu opened his mouth to tell him that he didn’t know what he was talking about, but something hitting him in the abdomen knocked the wind out of his lungs momentarily. Peering down, he saw that Ryuji had his katana gripped tightly in his hand, which he had used the hilt to harshly make contact with Kiryu.

He doubled down, clutching at his abdomen. With how Ryuji had poked the hilt at him as well seemed so casual, barely taking a lot of strength to make sure that it hurt. Though, what else was he expecting from him.

Speaking of, Ryuji stepped towards him more, his heavy steps punctuating the height and physical difference between the two.

“Are ya actually gonna fight back or not?” Ryuji scowled, pointing his katana towards Kiryu, not quite making contact. “You’ve weakened so much over these years, and ya think you still deserve that title? Please.”

Of course, he was the one to mention his 'dragon' title. And of course he’d be the one to bring up his gradual weakness over the years. He was aware that it was just his inner, deep-rooted insecurities being spoken back to him, particularly knowing that Ryuji probably wouldn’t be attacking him in a state like this (unfairness and all), but having them tell it to his face like this, with Nishiki beside him—it did nothing short but intensify those feelings, and have him questioning them further.

As if things couldn’t get much worse, the third rival stepped in.

“Calm down. You’re both letting your emotions get the best of yourselves,” Mine chimed in, his stance noticeably more relaxed than everybody else’s.

Just when Kiryu was about to respond, either to thank him for cutting him some slack—despite how unlikely that was—or to question him, a foot harshly collided with Kiryu’s shoulder, taking a moment before it kicked forward, forcing Kiryu to stumble and land on the floor. Looking up, he saw Mine wasting no time in stepping down on his shoulder, pressing his foot hard against the muscular flesh.

Could they seriously stop cutting him off?

Mine rubbed his foot against the already tense joint harshly, the rubber sole only adding to the pressure. His expression remained eerily calm. “If you really want to show him what you’re made of, then you need to show that you’re not affected by what he may have in mind.”

The way he stared down at him was nothing short of intimidating; treating him like nothing more than worthless scum on the pavement, but objectively speaking, he wouldn’t be surprised if they only saw him as such. It didn’t change the fact that he was getting kind of sick of this whole charade. Testing his luck, he spoke up.

“Listen to me.” Kiryu’s voice was stern, enough for the trio to stop trying to speak atop of him. He grabbed onto Mine’s ankle a little too harshly, hearing how the man’s breath hitched quietly. “You’re mad at me for something that I don’t even have any control over. This…Whatever this is, it’s not doing anyone any favors.” He sat up, his eyebrows furrowing while glared up at the men. “So I think it would be in our best interests to just drop it.”

At first, they found themselves quiet, and for a split second, Kiryu thought he might’ve actually gotten through to them. Perhaps even given the green light to get out of this nightmare and hopefully wake up to the sight of his hotel room with a snap of the fingers.

That’s not at all what happened, unfortunately.

Nishiki had kneeled down to clench his fist around Kiryu’s shirt, forcing him back up. Keeping his grip, he stared down Kiryu, his eyes almost manic wide.

“You know, if you’re going to try and sneak your way out of this, you might as well get good at it,” He sneered.

Before Kiryu could begin to defend himself further, they were practically on him again, fighting him for another round.

Another hit. Another kick. Another uppercut. Every few seconds, another one came, harder than the last, and although he wasn’t sustaining any real injuries in the process, still hearing them blame him for things that weren’t even his fault was enough for Kiryu to know that this nightmare wasn’t real. They wouldn’t do that, right?

But nonetheless, everything felt so realistic. Hell, if he hadn’t been made aware of the Tojo and Omi dissolution, or he somehow forgot that he was in Hawaii before falling asleep, he might have assumed that everything taking place right now was real. The three of them looked exactly how they did back when he first saw them days before their final showdown, down to the minute details.

Nishiki still had that now-deceptive, angelic beauty of his—his black hair perfectly slicked back and fully showing off his chiseled features in a way that Kiryu was surprisingly grateful to see again, making each blow that he had jabbed at him a little less painful than expected.

Ryuji’s tall stature still remained the same, his dyed blonde hair and sideburns making him further stand out from the other two. Although he didn’t have on his signature beige coat on, everything else remained perfect, from the beige pinstripe suit to the uncannily accurate shaping of the large scar on his mouth.

Mine had those knitted, almost worried eyebrows even when furrowed angrily. He could also make out the loose strand of his chestnut hair that stuck out, resting on his forehead and offering a small asymmetry to his otherwise perfect and coordinated attire.

The more he zoned in on these little subtleties, the more he dawned-in on something. Fuck, was he admiring them?

It sounded ridiculous—It was ridiculous, to be admiring them, in a way that wasn’t just honoring who they were or their different ways of fighting, yet he never took into account on how good-looking their appearances were until now. Not even with Nishiki—who would care deeply about his appearance both back in the 80s when Kiryu personally knew him, and when he was patriarch in the 2000s. He couldn’t blame him, not when he looked so flawless.

Before he could even stop himself, he could feel those thoughts drifting off to more…erotic topics. It started slow; maybe imagining Ryuji accidentally brushing his hand against his crotch, or Nishiki gripping onto his toned chest with those delicate fingers, or Mine’s parting his lips to nip at his earlobe. Nothing too out of the ordinary, he told himself.

Or, that’s what he would be saying to himself, if he got himself to cut out the thoughts before it was too late—to shove them aside like he always did whenever he thought too long about a woman stripping off her bra to show her soft breasts, or a man palming himself through his tight boxers, or some other inappropriate scenario that he would be too embarrassed to say aloud.

This time was different.

Maybe it was from the stress of the nightmare; how each hit and kick and throw intensified when the trio realized that Kiryu wasn’t getting knocked out, only putting more salt on the wound when it was acknowledged that this fight was three-against-one. Maybe it was from how much insults were hurled at him, both petty and personal, stemming from deep rooted insecurities and resentments he has carried throughout his life. Maybe it was because he was getting increasingly annoyed himself over said attacks and insults. He didn’t know, but for some reason—and for the first time…ever, probably—he didn’t feel the need to hinder down the images playing out in his head.

Stuff he had seen in the past in his spare time when he had nothing else to do during the night popped up in his mind. Cheap-rented adult DVD videos ranging from shitty video quality to videos with somewhat decently shot angles. This in mind, he mused over specifics. Obscenely loud moaning, legs spreading in invitation, lip biting, groping. None of it helped in easing his mind on the three opponents, only serving as to make things worse.

A stark contrast as to what was happening now—Kiryu felt his pants tightening over the idea of each of his opponents in such a lewd position. Maybe they would willingly spread their legs for the man who claimed victory in each of their fights, acting like a prize that Kiryu rightfully won. As nice as that would be, he knew that they wouldn’t go down that easily. They would probably be rude, trying to provoke Kiryu into fucking them senseless, even with their credibility and image on the line. And with how over-their-heads each of them could get (all for different reasons), Kiryu figured it would be easy to just grip them by the hips, position them, and really show them what their place was.

After a few moments of being in his own head, he snapped himself out of it, forcibly bursting his own bubble. Fuck, what was he thinking? He shouldn’t be imagining this; imagining them in such a vulnerable, ludicrous state. It was degrading both on his and their part. It was unprincipled.

Just when he thought he had himself and his heightened emotions under control, he listened in to their conversation.

“What the fuck is happenin’? Why isn’t he goin’ down?!”

“You two should know this by now. He’s too strong for just a couple of punches. That still doesn’t explain why he isn’t harmed…”

“It’s on purpose. This— This is probably amusing to him. He’s trying to make us look weak!”

Although none of that was his intention, he couldn’t help but have his attention drift back to whatever vulgar image appeared in his mind next, finding it a break from all this yelling, and fighting, and—dare he say—nonsense.

With almost every hit that they made, that he became acutely aware of, Kiryu could make out a faint sound from the each of them, if he focused enough. Frustrated grunts, pants, growls. Albeit, it was normal, especially when irritated, it almost had him wondering what other noises he could get out of the three of them. He could feel his cock becoming more erect at the idea of how they would sound. Whether they would be loud or try to stifle their noises, that didn’t matter to Kiryu.

At least focusing on this sort of thing was better than focusing on how out of character they were acting, in terms of not giving a fair fight. And, if he was honest, he couldn’t be bothered to deal with more guilt and shame over what has happened in his dream no less, especially considering what he’s already been going through when awake. At least thinking about more pornographic scenarios was somewhat pleasurable. So much so, to the point where he was wondering how the aftermath would be like if Kiryu were to just go along with his thoughts and fuck them?

Leaving the three of them panting and defeated, a constant chant of 'Kiryu, Kiryu, Kiryu' sighing through them in pleasure and exhaustion. Leaving them worshipping him and his cock, serving as a reminder to others on what would happen if they messed with him. Leaving them needy underneath the hands of the Dragon of Dojima.

Shit. He actually wants to fucking see that.

…But in all fairness, what they were doing right now was degrading enough; taking their anger out on him, even when they knew that he was defenseless and couldn’t fight for himself. They didn’t take the time to question why that was, only taking the opportunity to beat him until he was senseless, which clearly wasn’t working. And, quite frankly, if anyone deserved to learn their place under his cock, it was them.

“Hold his arms,” Nishiki commanded abruptly, cutting through Kiryu’s thoughts like a knife. “I wanna…I wanna give this fucker what he deserves.”

“Isn’t that what we’re doing right now?” Mine inquired, raising an eyebrow. Either way, he took a hold of Kiryu’s left arm, giving no further questions.

“Yeah, but I’m sure that Kiryu would be more upset with focusing on me,” replied Nishiki, keeping his argument short.

Ryuji scowled, grabbing onto Kiryu’s right arm with only one arm, his grip noticeably tighter than Mine’s due to the added muscle. With his other one, he wrapped it around Kiryu’s neck, much to his demise with his growing arousal. “Awright, but don’t fuckin’ take too long like ya always do.”

Nishiki visibly pouted over Ryuji’s words, cracking his knuckles in preparation.

“I wasn’t taking too long,” Nishiki sneered, already staring down Kiryu, no mercy being shown in those sharp eyes. “I was making sure that it hurt!” Quickstepping in, he raised his leg and collided his knee directly to Kiryu’s abdomen.

Using him like a makeshift punching bag, Nishiki continued attacking Kiryu, now that he was held down. Multiple combinations of hooked punches and kicks were being landed successfully onto his body. Kiryu remained pliant in the other rival’s arms, simply just waiting for Nishiki to be done with his part. In fact, he couldn’t bring himself to care too much anymore, knowing that he had been through far worse, and that he wouldn’t have any real injuries, no matter how hard he punched. Maybe occasionally, he would spittle blood on the floor when Nishiki would give a particularly hard hit, but it was all dream induced. None of it caused any real pain.

His real concern was Nishiki potentially tearing his eyes away from Kiryu to look down, only for him to see the erection that clearly showed through his grey slacks. Knowing that it could happen at any moment kept Kiryu on edge, and…He must’ve manifested it actually happening, because Nishiki gazed down for a second. Kiryu held his breath, hoping that the foe didn’t catch sight of it. In fact, he would rather have Nishiki keep attacking him ruthlessly than do a double take down to see—

“What the fuck?!”

—That.

Turns out, that second was all he needed for everything to be thrown off balance.

Nishiki abruptly pulled away, never taking his eyes off of Kiryu while he stepped back. Nothing but shock could be seen on his face, his lips snarling as if he was appalled. His posture was tight, too tight, with his still balled up fists clenched to his sides.

“Wha’?” Ryuji raised an eyebrow, looking at Nishiki like he just grew three heads. After a few moments of silence, he raised his voice in impatience. “Fer fucks sake. What is it?!”

Nishiki’s stance slowly became more relaxed, his eyes drifting down to inspect what he just saw again. Knowing how unpredictable Nishiki could be, Kiryu felt his fists ball up tighter, mentally preparing himself for the worst, but instead, when Nishiki confirmed what he was seeing was in fact real, he snickered.

Then a little chuckle escaped him. A grin tugged at his lips, the newfound amusement showing nothing but cruelty. His body shook slightly as chuckles kept coming out of him, still in disbelief. “Oh my god.”

Mine’s grip loosened a small amount, scrutinizing him suspiciously. “What’s so funny?”

A mocking, inwards laugh was heard. Nishiki turned his head away from Kiryu for a moment to gather himself, only to look back and to break out in laughter again.

Even in Kiryu’s dream, Nishiki’s once charming laughter sounded so evil.

“Goddammit, Nishikiyama, if yer gonna be such a lil’ wimp about it, then ya shouldn’t even be—“

“Look down.”

The sudden vagueness of Nishiki’s voice caught the two of them off guard—it almost made them not want to look down. They kept their eyes trained on Nishiki, noticing how he didn’t tear his eyes away from Kiryu, covering his mouth as if he was further suppressing his laugh.

Tightening his grip with barely masked frustration, Mine peered his head down.

“What are you talking about—“ Mine was about to ask, only to cut himself off once he focused on Kiryu’s groin, seeing the obvious boner, which remained trapped in his pants. Nothing was heard from him for a while, processing what he was seeing. His grip loosened as his face scrunched into a grimace, eventually going his way to let go of his arm. “Oh.”

His response held no shock, however judging by the way he stepped back, Kiryu could hear the distinctiveness of the disgust laced in it.

“You too?” Ryuji asked, watching Mine step back and even go as far as to brush his hands on his burgundy suit, like he just touched something contagious. He rolled his eyes, looking down. “You Tojo men are such fuckin’ babies. It can’t be that ba—“

Kiryu knew that he saw the erection, because Ryuji didn’t waste a second in letting go off him with a harsh shove, proceeding to step away with a strangled sound of disgust coming from him. Compared to Mine’s more hesitant approach, Kiryu hissed to himself from the sudden movement, before finally allowing himself to have a breather, with the men’s hands no longer on him.

At last, the abuse on him had stopped. However now, he had to get wrapped in the crossfire of dealing with getting shamed.

“Yer fuckin’ hard fer this?!” Ryuji exclaimed, half with shock and the other with revulsion.

“I—“ How the fuck could Kiryu answer a question like that? Although he couldn’t respond with denying it, he couldn’t help but find himself embarrassed, now that it was mentioned. Fuck, the way they were looking at him though…He couldn’t resist finding it somewhat erotic. He ended up stammering on his words, not knowing the appropriate response to such a brash interrogation.

“Are you into this, Kiryu?” Nishiki asked teasingly, crossing his arms.

Yes.

“No,” Kiryu responded, a lump in his throat.

“Holy shit, you are, aren’t cha?” Ryuji pressed on, not even allowing Kiryu to lie any further. Seeing the blush that crept up on Kiryu’s usually stone-cold face, he couldn’t help but laugh to himself, “Ya got a lil’ thing for gettin’ yer ass kicked! Shit, yer just full o’surprises.”

“That’s not that this is—“

“No?” Mine interrupted, cocking an eyebrow up. “Because that’s what this looks like. Why else would you have an erection?”

Not wanting to stammer on his words again, Kiryu remained silent, an attempt to keep himself calm by thinking about what exactly to say. There was so many options and excuses out there, but the trio of rivals weren’t stupid to fall for any of them. On the other hand, outright saying the actual cause for his aching boner would most likely get him attacked another time, if not worse than the previous attempts, and that would probably just make him feel even worse than he already did, so he ruled that out.

Saying nothing might have caused his downfall, however, because Nishiki tilted his head, giving him a smug look.

“Kiryu,” Nishiki purred, “Is it us?”

Kiryu blinked. Fuck. “Huh?”

“Don’t be dense. That,” He elaborated, pointing at Kiryu’s groin while his gaze glared down at the topic of discussion. “Is it because of us?”

Kiryu wasn’t one to shrink in on himself, nor was he the type to get overly embarrassed on these type of things (Okay, maybe a little embarrassed), but the unmistakable sadism in Nishiki’s voice was both enough for his cock to twitch in interest and for a small annoyance to spike up, over how easily it was said. But hey, with Nishiki being his former oath brother, then he should’ve known that the man would have read him like a book. With a frustrated grumble, Kiryu sucked up his pride and nodded.

Subtle little chuckles of amusement could be heard from the three of them, even from Mine. It was as if they already knew, and just needed that tiny confirmation to prove what they were thinking. It wasn’t as if they bursted out laughing—they just kept themselves quiet, like they were keeping some inside joke hidden from him. Something in their demeanor darkened, noticeably enough. The cruelty was still there, clinging onto them like a magnet and unavoidable to notice with the way they carried themselves, but oddly enough, it was almost as if they pushed aside their task to hit Kiryu with everything they had got, focusing on something else.

“Aw. Ain’t that cute,” Ryuji taunted, tsking to himself as he shook his head. Nothing in his voice was authentic, and for some reason, him taking it as a compliment felt a lot more condescending and demeaning than him just taking it as an insult, especially with how out of character it was.

Not being able to ponder on it further, Ryuji pointed over to the chairman’s seat, making sure that Kiryu turned his head to know what he was seeing. “Why don’tcha sit over there, Kiryu?” There was something off about his tone, but it was a bit hard to pinpoint with the sudden command.

Kiryu turned to face the three of them again, suspicious on why they would want him to sit there, after attacking him a few minutes ago. “What?”

“What, do you not understand?” Nishiki quipped. “Sit on the chair.”

Mine shot Nishiki a look, visibly frowning over the command. “Wait, no, that’s the chairman’s seat—“

Well, apart from Mine, apparently. But even with his complaints on Kiryu sitting there, per se, he could see the same kind of look that the other two men sported, his protest falling on deaf ears. Once he figured that they weren’t going to let up, he simply just sighed to himself.

“Oh my god, Mine, shut yer mouth fer a second, would ya?” Ryuji cut in, his voice gruff with clear frustration. He watched as Nishiki stepped towards Kiryu, his purposed steps as elegant as they were unnerving.

Kiryu’s expression stiffened in warning, his fists balling up instinctively before he felt Nishiki’s hand make contact with his toned chest, giving a small shove. Normally, he would keep himself planted and unmoving, but instead, he had found himself stumbling back, landing onto the plush leather seat. Even though he was imagining things, it still felt wrong to sit here, knowing that it didn’t belong to him. He kept himself alert, watching carefully as the three men approached him, standing in front of him without saying a word.

Then, without warning, he felt a foot harshly collide with his crotch, pressing down on the hard boner with his leather shoe. Kiryu let out a loud groan in response, his body tensing up.

As much as he would easily be able to yank the leg away, Kiryu couldn’t bring himself to do it, like there was a force stopping him from fighting against it. He felt the foot press harder for a moment, before pulling away very slightly. Kiryu had to hold his tongue to not let any noises slip.

“Look atcha. Pathetic,” Ryuji sneered, rubbing his foot harder against Kiryu’s clothed bulge like it was simple vermin. “N’ here I thought ya were meant t’be the Dragon o’ Dojima. Turns out you can’t even handle a foot on yer dick, can ya?”

With that, Ryuji’s foot delivered a harsh press to Kiryu’s boner before retracting. With the sudden relief, Kiryu couldn’t hide the groan that came out.

“Maybe he just wanted us this whole time,” Mine suggested, a rare, mocking smirk appearing on his face while he put his hands in his suit pockets, looking at Kiryu as if inspecting the man.

“Isn’t that right, Kiryu?” He pressed on, and Kiryu closed his mouth before he went to defend himself.

He wasn’t an idiot. He knew that if he responded with a simple 'no' or even just defended himself on the matter, that they would just berate him. Insult him and throw him around until he was begging to wake up.

He also wasn’t an idiot in the sense that he knew that there was definitely some sexual undertone in this dream now. One look at their callous, arrogant faces and any ordinary person would simply just cower in fear or try desperately to wake themselves up. Not Kiryu. He knew them, more than he’d like to admit. Something underneath their words, their gazes, even their posture, was a bit more erotic than it should’ve been. It wasn’t entirely noticeable, but it was there, begging to be recognized. And luckily for them, he did, and now he was wishing that he didn’t, because now it was all that Kiryu could think about.

Their lips, not entirely made for dick sucking, but plump enough to comfortably wrap around one’s cock and bite off more than they could chew. This applied to them, always having something to say. Their eyes—though dangerous and could easily bring someone to their knees in seconds—also held a same look of 'fuck me please' that not everyone would get unless they analyzed hard enough, or if they were horny enough. Which Kiryu shamefully was. He couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to tame them; defeating them by showing them just how far the dragon could go and watching them submit to their rightful roles as underneath. Taming a koi, another dragon, and a kirin? Easy enough.

As much as Kiryu wanted to deny it, he wanted to see where this would take him. How far someone could debase themselves in an act of pleasure and eroticism. And with the amount of bitching these three have done during the short span of time that he has known them? He reckoned he would be seeing those results fast.

Besides, this was just a dream. It wasn’t real. What’s the worst that could happen?

“Yeah,” Kiryu responded, the subtle shock on the three men’s expressions noticeable as it was arousing. He sat up more comfortably, spreading his legs a little further than appropriate. “Yeah. I guess that’s right.”

Nishiki’s eyebrows raised up in surprise, however his glare intensified and his smirk gained a more dangerous edge. It was almost as if he was begging Kiryu to fuck him.

“Feisty today, aren’t we.” Nishiki remarked, more of a statement than a question.

“You three were the ones who pointed out my erection, were you not?” Kiryu argued back stoically.

“Heh!” Ryuji chuckled, his grin turning more into a grimace, like a predator’s warning before it ate its prey. “Yer right, he is quite the mouthy one.”

“Hm.” A hum sounded out from Mine as he approached Kiryu closer, soft taps of his brown dress shoes hitting softly against the red carpet. “Knowing you, I don’t think this will be going away anytime soon. Perhaps someone as dirty as you would like some help with that?”

Okay. This was happening. He knew that never, in a million years would Nishiki, Ryuji, and Mine ever suggest to take care of his erection, let alone show any sign of affection towards him. But fuck, if it didn’t make him harder, his cock practically begging to be let out the confinements of his pants and underwear.

Kiryu’s breath hitched at the suggestion, knowing that Mine didn’t have any other implication, by the way his hands calmly brushed past Kiryu’s thigh for a second longer than normal, delivering a harsh squeeze before pulling away. It was definitely done on purpose as well, Kiryu knew that.

Brushing that aside, Kiryu tested them further. He just hoped that whatever happened in this fantasy stayed in this fantasy, because if he were to remember this the next morning, then remembering their once honorable legacy would be ruined.

“I’m not sure,” Kiryu sighed, crossing his arms loosely while leaning back against the plush, leather seat. He had to make his presence more known than it already was. His demeanor became a bit more dominant and challenging. “Are you sure you three can handle it?”

It was like dangling a carrot in front of a donkey, with how easily offended they got at the suggestion.

“Haw?! Ya think we can’t handle whatever ya got goin’ on down there?!” Ryuji barked, bearing his teeth in a grimace. In response, he brought his foot down onto Kiryu’s groin again, pressing the white wingtips obnoxiously against it.

“Tch, even after getting what you deserve, you don’t even have the balls to respect us,” Nishiki spat, expecting Kiryu to falter and immediately reiterate his sentence and defend himself. When he didn’t get that however, Nishiki’s cold features faltered very slightly. Kiryu put a pin on that in his mind.

Nobody said anything else for a good moment, nothing else really could be said. Kiryu watched as the gears practically turn in their pretty heads to decide on what to do next. If they should continue beat the ever living shit out of the proclaimed Dragon of Dojima as a form of revenge, or, simply just take a more sexual, easy-going approach. With the way this dream was going, Kiryu assumed it was the latter.

And he assumed right.

With a dramatic sigh, Nishiki shook his head before glaring at Kiryu. “Fine. You want us to deal with this? Fine. We’ll let you get off. Fucking degenerate.”

He dropped down onto his knees nicely, his posture refined with his back slightly arched. He looked so fucking needy like that, it was almost hard to believe that it could be unintentional.

Mine let out a small huff at Nishiki’s insult, almost as if he was holding back a laugh behind that stone cold face. He followed suit in getting down to his knees.

Prior to moving forward, Ryuji stepped aside and propped his katana against one of the leather seats. Once he was satisfied, he walked over and kneeled down beside Mine. Kiryu spread his legs wide to make more room to slot them in between, making sure that they were practically face-to-face with his crotch.

Now, all three of them were sitting prettily on their knees with the heels of their shoes pressing against their asses, as they glared up at Kiryu. Fuck, they looked so angry at him, but the thing that really got Kiryu’s erection excited was how desperate and turned on they looked underneath that irritated exterior, as much as they wanted to appear cruel during this affair. They looked as if they wanted to degrade Kiryu further; call him small, pathetic, whatever that could bring him to shame, but rather than that, their eyes redirected to instead look at the groin in front of them, and Kiryu could tell that only thing that was playing inside their heads was something along the lines of: 'Shit, it looks bigger from down here'.

After an extended period of time, Mine was the one to reach out his hands over to Kiryu’s belt, undoing it with perfect precision before zipping down his fly. Abruptly pausing, he kept his fingers clenched around the waistband of Kiryu’s slacks, it suddenly hitting him that he was unsure if he should even be doing this or not. He was above this, for fucks sake. All of them were.

Ryuji took notice, causing him to temporarily snap out of his trance and instead huff to himself, disgruntled by Mine’s supposed shyness. “Here.” He batted Mine’s hands out the way, his bigger ones taking charge. “Lemme do it.”

Wasting no time, Ryuji was quick to shrug those pants down to Kiryu’s ankles, his movements quick in taking them off altogether, his shoes following with. If Kiryu didn’t know any better, he would’ve assumed that Ryuji has done this sort of thing before.

It was like the air got heavier. Kiryu looked down at the trio and just saw the arousal spiked in their faces. How Ryuji’s eyebrows narrowed as he bit his lip, how Nishiki stared for a moment too long before averting his eyes, how Mine’s fingers paused at the hem of Kiryu’s boxer briefs, threatening to pull down any second if it weren’t for the fact that all three of them were looking at Kiryu’s bulge.

Which confused Kiryu—it couldn’t be that big, could it? Luckily for them, Kiryu was a patient guy, so he simply waited for his underwear to be pulled down. Nishiki was the lucky man to do, a mean look in his brown eyes, similar to the other two’s.

The boxers were yanked down in a quick motion, causing his cock to spring up from its confinements, and just like that, the sight hit them like a ton of bricks. All cruelness and mockery that they previously held to further demean Kiryu was suddenly cut through and shattered like nothing.

Kiryu immediately heard the gasps or the breaths hitching at the sight of it. The smugness wiped off their faces and was instead replaced with pure shock, their eyes widening as they took the time to actually take in what they were seeing. Any chance they had of ridiculing him fell completely flat on their faces and thus, backfired.

His hard rod of an erection stood tall with a surprising amount of pre-cum oozing from the tip, and he could practically feel it throbbing, now that it was out of his boxers. He could feel just how hard he was, as well as the fact that it had a small but apparent smell of musk, which he imagined was a lot stronger for the three of them, with the way they were kneeling right in front of it. It was thick, long, perfect. Any insult that the three of them could’ve conjured up in their heads suddenly being forgotten about in the state of their surprise.

But Kiryu did know from the stunned and—dare he say—nervous expressions they now wore, that they probably considered themselves to be fucked.

“Fuck, yer kiddin’!” Ryuji exclaimed, his eyes widening at the large beauty in front of him.

“What?” Kiryu asked, fully aware of the source of the sudden shift in power dynamics. His eyebrow cocking over the rare expression of Ryuji—probably the strongest man he’s ever met—getting caught so off guard like that.

“Yer— Yer dick,” He clarified, unable to tear his gaze away. “It’s fuckin’ huge!”

Kiryu blinked, looking down to actually inspect it (all while trying to ignore how hot the other three looked). Okay, sure, he knew it was bigger than average, possibly standing at 10 inches erect if he had to guess, but he didn’t think that it would be so big to the point where the trio—who could easily compose themselves—fixated on it, a tinge of nervousness in their otherwise aroused expressions. It all seemed too unrealistic. It definitely looked a little bigger than how Kiryu remembered it being, with the assumption being that the dream was exaggerating the size.

A hand made contact with the shaft, and Kiryu couldn’t stop his body from flinching at the small friction. Seeing Nishiki slowly begin to stroke it in firm, teasing pumps almost caused a gasp to escape Kiryu, but he kept himself calm. Or, at least, he tried to. He opened his mouth to speak, before Nishiki cut him off.

“You’re…You’re so perverted, you know that?” He sneered, his eyes narrowed in a way that Kiryu couldn’t exactly tell how Nishiki was feeling. Irritation? Arousal? That cruel little smirk crept up on his lips again, and Kiryu concluded that it was amusement. However, he knew him well enough to pinpoint the obvious shock in his eyes, the same kind that the other two sported. Unable to tear his gaze away. He gave a particularly sharp tug of his cock, and Kiryu couldn’t help but hiss, pleasure and pain mixing together.

Mine had moved in, his slightly wavering breath tickling Kiryu’s tip. “I’m assuming that I was right in what I said?” He interrogated, bringing his finger up to trace the slit, lapping up any pre-cum that has oozed out. “This whole time. Was your plan just to get with us?”

“No, that’s…” Kiryu’s mind drew a blank on his attempt to defend himself. Another hand moved in, massaging his balls as if they were nothing more than stress toys. He looked down and saw it was Ryuji’s hand, before he immediately glanced away again, trying to compose himself. He swallowed, feeling as if a hard lump was in his throat. “I mean, I had thought about it, but—“

“Oh-ho, ya thought about it?” Ryuji mockingly guffawed.

His words got caught in this throat—shy, cracked stammers being the only response that Ryuji got to his mocking. He couldn’t even bring himself to concentrate on snapping out of it. Having all these hands and eyes on him, stroking and ogling at him with such barely-hidden vigor was the only thing Kiryu had on his mind. Fuck, were they always this hot? Was he just that oblivious to their good looks and attractive body language?

Focusing on them entirely, and Kiryu deduced that yes, he was that oblivious.

“And…And just to be clear,” Mine couldn’t hide the stammer in his firm voice, his eyebrows knitting over the sight. Unsure of himself. “This is all natural? You didn’t use any enhancements?”

The skepticism that Mine sported was understandable, when it came to what he was looking at. Kiryu shook his head to answer. “No, why would I?”

Kiryu wasn’t the type of guy to blatantly lie about something like that either (and if he were, then chances were he’d be stammering on his words), especially under the pressure of three foes. Those same three foes whose previously stern appearances had now melted into something more soft. Looking more akin to picture-perfect wives than the dangerous cunning men he knew them to be.

God, he really needed to stop thinking like this. But at the audible sound of their hitched breathing and their wide-eyed gaze, could he really blame himself? Kiryu couldn’t even recall if he has seen either of them blush. Maybe Nishiki, but he can’t recall a moment of seeing an ounce of pink on his cheeks after spending 10 years in prison, only to find him a completely different person.

Speaking of Nishiki, he had began leaning in towards the cock; his cheek brushing against the girth.

“This isn’t fair,” He argued, no real bite added. He had sniffed a few times at the musky scent of Kiryu’s probably unwashed cock, his gaze deepening into something more primal. “It isn’t fair how you can just— guh…get everything you want and have a— mmgh, big cock while you’re at it.” He continued stroking, never tearing his gaze away from the length.

It wasn’t fair. Kiryu assumed by Nishiki’s reaction that he wasn’t as big when it came to size, and although he didn’t agree with what he was saying—that he 'can get everything he wants'—even then, he could still admit his agreement on how it definitely wasn’t fair through Nishiki’s perspective.

…For some reason though, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“You three look like you want to suck on it,” Kiryu said, only to immediately scold himself in the head afterwards. Shit, that sounded fucking stupid, didn’t it.

Thankfully—and surprisingly—for him, neither of them reacted negatively. A bit of shock, sure, with the audacity Kiryu had to accuse them of such a thing, but Kiryu could tell that he accused right from the beginning. He could practically almost see the gears turning in their heads, any sense of dignity getting thrown out the window.

“Yeah,” Ryuji panted, his usually dominant voice now breathy and almost shy, if Kiryu had the guts to say it. He bit down on his scarred lip, watching the weeping dick bob in front of him. “Y…You’d be pretty stupid ta not notice that.”

Fair enough.

Mine momentarily shifted his focus to look up at Kiryu, staring prettily at him under those brown eyes. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind, Kiryu?” He had asked, the monotone of his voice still intact despite how clearly pent up he was.

Fantasy or not, Kiryu still felt a tinge of uncertainty over what has happening. On one hand, he knew that if he remembered any part of this dream, whether it be from how they were aggressively beating him up earlier or especiallyhow they were literally about to give him fellatio, he knew that any respecting memory of them would be fucked, now being tinted with…this.

On the other hand though, seeing his most notable rivals kneeling before him, asking to pleasure his dick had Kiryu feeling a sense of superiority he had never felt the likes of before—including when he was declared Forth Chairman, surprisingly. Stopping now when they were all looking so striking and fuckable when caught off guard was the most of Kiryu’s worries, and he was sure not to make this opportunity pass.

“Sure,” Kiryu breathed. “Consider it an apology.”

Consider it they did. With that, Kiryu had officially got the ball rolling, and now after a small scoff in response to having this be an 'apology', they took a moment before leaning in.

Nishikiyama Akira, Ryuji Goda, and Mine Yoshitaka—all notable and infamous members of the yakuza, and headmen of different subsidiaries within their respected groups, were now sucking his cock.

Everything hit him like a ton of fucking bricks. Within seconds, he felt lips stimulate both his shaft and his balls, not needing to be told twice on their 'permission'. Whatever he was expecting, he wasn’t expecting both for the contact to be that realistic, and how quick the three were to move in on getting to work. He looked down, his cock relishing in the added attention.

Kiryu’s heart hammered at the sight. All three of them were completely concentrated on his cock. He could feel every sensation—every kiss, every suckle, even down to their panting, it was too much. He didn’t expect them to be so…submissive.

Nishiki, for one, had his head dipped lower compared to the others, keeping himself planted as he paid more attention on taking care of the balls. He had found himself sloppily kissing and licking at the heavy sack, shallow breaths and quiet moans slipping out occasionally.

Testing his luck again, Kiryu rested a gentle hand on the back of Nishiki’s head, using his thumb to brush back some of the loose strands of his slicked hair back into place. The man stopped momentarily, pulling back slightly and giving Kiryu a defiant glare, his eyebrows furrowing.

He just needed a little push, Kiryu concluded.

“Come on, ease yourself into it,” Kiryu muttered huskily, loud enough for Nishiki to hear. With a small shove, Kiryu pushed Nishiki back into his testicles. His body jolted in surprise, a hitched gasp slipping out of his mouth.

Kiryu saw how Nishiki’s eyes squinted with annoyance over being talked down to like he was inferior to him, let alone getting his head pushed back into servicing him. But, after taking a few whiffs of the large cock in front of him, it was like his mind just melted right then and there. His body relaxed, leaning back in as he nuzzled against his balls, a shaky sigh coming out of him.

No longer protesting against Kiryu’s hand, Nishiki resumed in his actions, possibly a lot more desperate than his previous attempts. He left a few kisses along the balls, before he took one into his mouth, sucking the skin firmly whilst using his hand to grope the other.

Kiryu saw the quick shift in behavior, how that crueler demeanor of his naturally progressed into something more docile and downright lewd. He knew that Nishiki would probably beat himself up for acting so ridiculous in front of someone who he had conditioned himself to hate in the 10 years Kiryu was away, but with the way he was leaving sucking and licking, as well as leaving small kisses on the testicles every now and again, Kiryu heavily doubted he cared right now.

“There you go…” He muttered, giving himself a moment to stroke the man’s hair, the comforting motion a stark contrast to the dirty acts happening. He eventually took his hand away from the back of Nishiki’s head.

Tearing his attention away, he began paying more attention to Ryuji, who was more so in the middle. He was currently concentrated on giving the shaft itself some needed attentiveness. His lips were parted open slightly, husky breaths sounding out of him.

Kiryu was drawn to how Ryuji made sure that the stimulation he was receiving would be infuriatingly teasing, running his lips along the side of the shaft and tracing his tongue over the veins. Kiryu couldn’t help but admire how perfect his lip scar looked right now, especially with how his tongue stuck out to further stimulate the cock.

He wasn’t sure if it was Ryuji’s intention to get him more turned on by looking like that, but fuck, did it work.

He never thought he’d see him like this, whether it was his mind playing tricks on him or not. Hell, he never expected to see him in a position like this. To Kiryu, Ryuji seemed to present himself as more dominant, even when paired with other yakuza. The way he carried himself, the way he made sure that others knew his status and goal, all while having a striking appearance compared to some others, down to his blond hair and the fur coat he wore occasionally. Even in his moments of death, he had made sure to go out with honor and pride.

All of it was just so assertive and dare he say admirable to Kiryu, so to see that same man kneeling down before him and sucking at his cock like it was something that his life depended on was arousing. Wrong, sure, but arousing.

Ryuji had made eye contact with Kiryu, noticing how the man had been gawking at him for too long. He looked like he wanted to say something, like some smug comment on how stupid Kiryu must look right now, or perhaps even tease him a bit on how this must be a dream come true for him.

Rather than that though, he kept his mouth shut, only a small gruff sigh escaping him before he began licking the cock again, prolonging the eye contact for a lot longer than it should have been. Eventually, he shifted his gaze away from Kiryu’s eyes, focusing on the cock again.

His body was noticeably relaxed, Kiryu observed, his usually stern expression overshadowed by one of pure bliss under those concentrated furrowed eyebrows and that slight frown whenever he didn’t have his mouth pressed against the shaft.

Kiryu knew that if Ryuji didn’t want to be here, then he would’ve been gone a long time ago. So as much as Ryuji wanted to appear intimidating, he knew deep down that he was enjoying this endeavor just as much as he was. Possibly even more.

Lastly, Mine had himself planted right at Kiryu’s tip, his soft lips caressing the head of the cock and the foreskin before wrapping his lips around it, enveloping the tip in the warm heat of his mouth.

Kiryu could see that although Mine was clearly enjoying himself, with the way he refused to keep his mouth off of the tip unless he wanted to tease Kiryu by tracing it along his lips, there was also a sloppy attempt of convincing himself that he was acting businesslike, trying to treat the blowjob like it was something transactional rather than something instinctual.

Mine had attempted to keep himself steady, a constant mantra to try and not make himself look foolish, especially in front of Kiryu. He tried to not do too much when it came to sucking the cock, tried not to give away the fact that he was indeed, a lot turned on that he should be. It was a wasted effort. A wasted, futile effort.

The more time went on, the more needy Mine became, Kiryu noticed. Subtle, barely audible moans slipped out as his movements became more intense, pulling the cock out of his mouth to press his tongue against the slit of the head firmly, relishing in the harsh groan that drew out of Kiryu.

It was pure debauchery, every single bit of it. For a man so cynical, he never thought that he could act so indecent, especially with a man he had fought and hated. Mine glanced up at Kiryu for a moment, a small falter crossing over his features as he was suddenly self-aware on everything he was doing. The second his tongue made contact with the musky cock again however, and he found that self-awareness drifting away abruptly. He moved back in on it, flicking his tongue against the forehead and head, before bobbing his head as he took in a few inches.

For the record, it seemed like all three of them were enjoying themselves. Fuck, if he didn’t know any better, than he would think that Nishiki, Ryuji, and Mine were worshipping his cock, especially with how focused they were on just the object in front of them—if it weren’t for the fact that they clearly had some disdain for him back in the day. Right now though, they couldn’t peel their eyes off of it. They couldn’t keep their mouths off of it.

Regardless of this being a dream or not, Kiryu never would’ve imagined that he’d see the sight of them sucking him off with such fervor, let alone all three of them at the same time. He had to quite literally clench his teeth in order to hold in his many groans, feeling as blood rushed to his dick further to the point where it hurt.

The good kind of hurt. The kind of hurt that had him sucking in a breath before exhaling shakily, his eyes fluttering open and shut while he looked up at the ceiling; finding the chandelier that hung above interesting all of a sudden.

Looking back down, he drew his attention back to the three, and part of him had expected for at least one of them to snap out of it and criticize themselves for pleasuring a sworn rival, but no. If anything, they seemed a little more into it; their actions more enthused and their impulsive emotions heightening further under the pressure of getting Kiryu off.

Kiryu mused to himself—maybe this is what he should’ve done, instead of fighting them within an inch of their lives years back. He knew it was just the horny side of him talking, but shit, the thought was enticing.

Maybe they would’ve been open to the suggestion either, if they had each been put into this situation in place of their final battle with Kiryu. He doubted it, but for once, he couldn’t exactly blame himself for thinking in such a way when they were right in front of him, drooling over the sight of his dick, desperate to taste and suck it.

Not to mention, there was a growing disdain over an obstacle.

Every time Mine had tried to push himself down onto the cock, a desperate attempt to feel his throat get stretched again, his head would bump against Ryuji’s, an annoyance that only got more strong with every tap. It was clear that Mine wanted to take more, almost as if he was deprived. And when he was deprived, he was willing to get that feeling to stop.

Kiryu watched as Mine tore himself away from the cock momentarily, keeping the tip mere inches away from his face. After a few seconds of staring at the genitalia in front of him almost longingly, he fixated on Ryuji, and how was currently licking along the prominent vein, spittle dripping down lewdly onto the carpet below them.

“Ah…hah, Ryuji…” Mine hoarsely panted. “Can you, mm….Can you move. I want to, ah, take more.”

Ryuji’s movements halted, as if slowly processing Mine’s words through over the clouded lust that had occupied his brain. After a prolonged pause, he turned his head to face Mine.

“Haw?” He sounded out, his jaw clenching. “N…No, you move,” Ryuji argued back, his shoulder bumping against Mine’s. “You’re the one whose head keeps on hittin’ mine.”

Mine let out a sharp sigh. “Please. I’m not hitting it.” His eyes rolled. “I’m just simply suggesting for you to move.”

“Hah. Yeah? You’re outta yer goddamn mind if ya think I’m gonna move away from this.” Ryuji cocked his head, gesturing at the large shaft.

Kiryu watched as the tension in the room heightened. From one look, it was obvious that Ryuji and Mine were falling out with each other, their once pliant expressions now just as strained as their dynamic.

Never in his years of living did he reckon that he’d have two of his rivals arguing over who called dibs on his cock.

As suspected, Mine and Ryuji weren’t the only ones who were getting annoyed. Whilst he continued sucking, Nishiki’s actions had noticeably slowed, a small sneer creeping up on his face every time he pulled away. Immediately taking notice, Kiryu brought his hand to caress lightly at Nishiki’s hair, even if it didn’t do anything to simmer his emotions down.

At this rate, Kiryu didn’t know what they were even talking about, both due to his momentary focus on Nishiki, and how their talking was quieter than usual. The only thing that Kiryu knew was that he needed to intervene fast, knowing how erratic things could get.

“Hey. Cut it out.”

It went completely ignored.

“How did ya even get ta suck on the head first anyhow?” Ryuji complained, sitting up more clearly and moving closer to Mine—a clear attempt at trying to get nearer the tip. “He didn’t even know ya that well!”

Mine noticed the attempts, using his body to nudge Ryuji away, resulting in the side of his body to press against Ryuji’s, since he wasn’t budging. “Because I claimed it before you did.”

Ryuji made a sound of disbelief. “Claimed?”

“Yes. Do I need to repeat myself?” Mine taunted. “And what have you contributed to Kiryu’s life?”

Ryuji’s response was immediate, looking at Mine as if he had just said the most ridiculous thing on Earth. “More than you!”

The arguing continued, so much so that Kiryu couldn’t figure out when to intervene again, even if the main subject of their argument was to do with him specifically.

He could always have an effect on them by just merely standing up and stuffing his dick in his pants, calling off the opportunity to suck him off in general. He knew that the action alone would be enough to cut the argument short, leaving them potentially shocked or—more realistically—more pissed off than before.

Although, the thought of the three of them begging for him to sit back down as they quickly undid his pants to pleasure that cock again appealed him heavily, he knew that they’d be more offended by Kiryu’s refusal; it was a risk, whether Kiryu wanted to go back to fighting or not. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem, but he was somewhat content in where he was right now.

Well, that and the fact that he wanted to see that sight of the trio, whom he had fought he in past, shove aside their grudges against him to worship his cock again. That turned him on a lot more than it should’ve.

The only stimulation that Kiryu was receiving—besides the husky breath of both Mine and Ryujj lightly brushing against the shaft—was Nishiki, who attempted to drown out the pointless banter by keeping that face of his nuzzled against the ballsack, his lips wrapped around one testicle, almost on the edge of pressing against him too hard from the frustration that bubbled up inside.

Occasionally, Kiryu would focus on Nishiki’s expression, more specifically those sharp brown eyes that held just as much bitterness as before. Except, as of right now, his eyes were squinted, glancing over to Mine and Ryuji from time to time before trying to focus on the musky ballsack again, his jaw clenching momentarily with every glimpse.

Kiryu had a hutch on what this look meant—Nishiki was about to say something that would get him roped into the argument.

He altered instead for giving a warning to Nishiki, sending out one singular message in the form of a stern glare: 'Don’t get involved'.

…Of course, why would Nishiki listen to somebody like Kiryu?

It didn’t take long for Nishiki to have enough. He pulled himself back, wiping away the saliva and the singular pubic hair that caught on his lips. His eyes were wide, almost livid.

“If you both don’t shut your fucking mouths!” Nishiki snapped, turning his head back to glance at the pair. “I’m trying to concentrate!”

Both of them abruptly stopped their bickering, turning their heads to face the shorter, outraged man. All arguments died on their tongues, temporarily stunned by Nishiki’s audacity.

As if growing too aware on what he was just doing, Mine cleared his throat, straightening his suit as a reflex. He frowned at Nishiki, acting as if nothing happened aside, only his flushed face and his slightly wet lips giving it away.

“Maybe tell that to him first,” Mine spat, cocking his head at Ryuji.

In reaction to his words, Ryuji looked like he was two seconds away from grabbing his katana from across the room and striking Mine across his body. Knowing him though, he wouldn’t do that. So instead, he scorned. “Me? Yer the one who fuckin’ started it!”

Nishiki waited a moment, allowing for the tension to heighten further in the air (or for someone to make another comment), and with a frustrated sigh, he shifted himself closer to the head of the cock, his shoulder bumping against Mine’s. He brought his hand up, wrapping his hand around the base.

“Well, if you both aren’t going to make up your minds, then it’s only natural than I get it instead,” Nishiki said, matter-of-factly. “Besides, I’m the right option. I don’t know why he would choose you two first.”

It then dawned on Kiryu. Nishiki’s main reason probably wasn’t to actually keep the cock for himself (though, he probably wanted that, knowing how materialistic he could be), but rather, he probably just liked the sight of both Ryuji and Mine getting riled up; urging them to take the bait like catching a fish on a hook.

And it worked, much to Nishiki’s satisfaction and Kiryu’s vexation. Still, he couldn’t help but be curious on how these three would interact with each other, so he kept his mouth shut.

“Just because you’ve known him longer doesn’t mean you get to hog it all for yourself,” Mine argued, his tone of voice losing that recognizable calmness.

Ryuji scoffed. “Oh, that’s rich, comin’ from you.”

Mine had turned around to face Ryuji, and if looks could kill, then Ryuji would the first person to have died twice.

“Whatever. I feel like you’ve had him for long enough,” Nishiki spat, a small sneer creeping up on his lips. Before anyone could acknowledge it however, he looked up at Kiryu, and his expression softened. It almost reminded Kiryu of the man he used to be. The loyal, kind man that used to always stick by him when things were low. “Isn’t that right, Kiryu?”

Alas though, he was maybe thinking of him too brightly. Anyone with a brain would be able to tell that it was a cheap imitation.

“God, stop tryin’ to cozy up to him,” Ryuji called out. “Ya sound fuckin’ pathetic.”

A harsh, pissed off laughter sounded out from Nishiki, like Ryuji just told the funniest joke in the world. Even though laughter was supposed to express joy and positivity, Nishiki sure knew how to make something sound so cold-hearted and mean and ugly at its core. “And you don’t?” He shot back. “At least I’m not arguing over him like a pair of fucking sluts.”

That alone was almost enough for Kiryu’s eyes to widen in shock. After snapping out of his off-guard state, he immediately interrupted to give a harsh warning. “Nishiki.”

Not that he was in any way affected by it, of course. In fact, it probably had the opposite desired effect.

“What’d ya say?!” Ryuji barked, his shoulders squaring up and his posture straightening.

He had been called many stupid things in his life, whether it was true or not; a brute, nepotistic, stuck-up, egotistical, or just having people doubt his strength and determination in general, for whatever power-hungry reason that may be.

But a slut? That was a new one. Out of everything that he has been called in his life, that, for good reason, ended up being the one that offended him the most. Especially when it came from Nishiki, of all people.

He glared at Nishiki, expecting an answer, but he got nothing. This cocky prick. “Don’t go silent on me now. What did ya just call me?!”

Nishiki didn’t verbally respond for a moment, however a smug little catlike grin appeared on his face, one that clearly pissed off Ryuji further than he already was.

“I don’t think I need to repeat myself,” He hummed, self-satisfaction laced all over his tone. “I mean, it’s all just a bit obvious. No one who isn’t a slut would fight over cock.” With the way he said it, it almost made it seem like he wasn’t doing the exact same thing.

Mine wasn’t doing any better as well. His eyes twitched in irritation, pressing his mouth into a fine line. As much as he didn’t want to fall victim to Nishiki’s provocation, he couldn’t refrain the creeping frustration and the small amount of anxiety lingering in his chest. He wasn’t a slut, was he? No, that’d be ridiculous. Admittedly, he did feel more inclined and had a bit of a primal urge to take care of the cock in front of him…but that didn’t make him a slut.

Besides, if Nishiki was willing to shove them both aside just so he could get a shot in sucking the dick, wouldn’t that just make him the bigger slut? It was easily justifiable, what Mine was doing. At least, he told himself that. He had enough great points to knock the patriarch down a few pegs.

Alternatively, Mine crossed his arms, attempting to hide the flustered waver to his voice. “Do you think you’re funny?” He sneered.

Sensing the disdain in Mine’s voice, Nishiki’s smirk faded away at the suggestion, turning into a sour scowl, which twitched with barely contained annoyance.

“What makes you think that? Do you see me being funny?” Nishiki retorted.

Ah, he was easy to provoke back. Mine wasn’t surprised, however, after dealing with the likes of Ryuji.

Mine simply hummed in response, his head shaking as a humorless chuckle was heard from him. “No, not exactly.” He kept a watchful eye on Nishiki. “I just think you’re being hypocritical.”

“Oh?” Nishiki tilted his head. “Explain to me how.”

“Yer gettin’ defensive, for one,” Ryuji started.

“I’m not getting—“

“—And,” Mine interrupted, “I don’t think you should be insulting me when you’ve still got your hand on Kiryu’s penis.”

Nishiki blinked, becoming all too aware of the warmth of Kiryu’s cock through his palm. His grip tightened momentarily, taking a while to pull his hand away. Despite nothing holding it, the dick still held itself up high, desperate for more attention. In a way, it made the tension in the room worse, knowing how all three of them wanted first dibs on sucking that cock first, and how it made its presence clear.

Nishiki practically spat his words, crossing his arms. “So that’s it? You don’t think it’s right for me to call you a slut?”

Even though you are? Nishiki wanted to add, but he held his tongue. He was sure that the sarcasm in his tone would tell Mine everything. Unless, of course, Mine was dense, which he wasn’t.

He sure knew how to act dense though.

“I think I’m the least lascivious, compared to the both of you, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Tch. Please. I know you’re not talkin’,” Ryuji snarked. With a smug, shit-eating grin, he turned to face Mine. “What happened to Daigo, eh? Didn’t satisfy ya enough?”

Mine’s demeanor instantly darkened, a murderous look in his sharp eyes. “Keep the chairman’s name out of your mouth.”

A chortle came from Ryuji, unflinching to Mine’s message.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t be like that. It’s not like I expected’cha ta get so wound up about it!” Ryuji’s body heaved as he let out a series of raspy laughs, shaking his head as he eventually calmed down. “I must be right though, right? What other reason would ya have, ta be kneelin’ in front of Kiryu like this?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

“Yer right, it’s not.” Ryuji shrugged to himself, moving his hand up to begin stroking Kiryu’s cock again, grinning sharply over the sound of his sharp intake. “But can ya blame a guy fer bein’ a lil’ curious?”

A tiny smile appeared on Mine’s face, feigning understanding before the smile faded as quickly as it appeared, hardening into barely contained annoyance.

“I suppose I can’t,” Mine hummed. “But tell me, why are you doing this?” His facial expression remained unbothered, only giving an eyebrow raise. “That’s assuming that you do have a reason?”

Ryuji simply just shrugged as a response, not wanting to add anything further. “I don’t hafta have one. I’m not with anyone.”

“Mm,” Nishiki hummed, piquing up his eyebrow arrogantly. “Is this something you do regularly, Ryuji?” He made sure to phrase his statement like a question, intentionally getting under his skin.

Ryuji blinked at Nishiki, taking a moment too long to process what he meant by that. Once he did—the picture of sucking off multiple dicks appearing in his mind—his eyes widened with frustration.

“Wh— No!” He growled, flush appearing further on his cheeks. “That’s not what I meant!”

Nishiki gave a small huff. “Sure.”

Ryuji’s jaw clenched, his teeth grinding together. “Don’t get all smug w’me! Actin’ as if yer not in a clan full a’ sleazes.”

“Sleazes?” Mine repeated. “Ryuji, if the Tojo Clan was 'filled with sleazes', then what would that make the Omi Alliance?” He had asked, tilting his head to the side with curiosity. There was a tinge of mockery in his body language and tone. “Because all of you there act a lot more debauched than we do.”

Nishiki’s lip curled over the monotone of Mine’s voice, growing more irritated at the mere sound of it. “Right, and you would know?”

At this rate, Kiryu was in the dark on what exactly the three of them were arguing about. Luckily, for his own sanity, he was able to drown out the noise to allow himself to think, but sometimes he would catch himself listening to the words being said, whether it be from Mine’s directness, Ryuji’s gruffness, or the smugness laced in Nishiki’s voice.

Although most of the bickering dragged on, Kiryu was still able to make out a few names that they called each other. Bastard, fucker, asshole, even more obscene insults such as slut or whore being used on occasion. It was enough to make a geisha blush. Though he knew none of this was real, it still seemed so surreal how worked up and hostile they were getting.

Surely his cock can’t have that much of an effect on them, right?

Then again, he had never seen either one of these men get so aggravated over something so trivial before. By the way they tried to overlap each other’s words with each argument, and how the conversation would occasionally change to something completely unrelated just to prove some irrelevant point just showed how annoyed they were getting with each other’s presence. Nonetheless, Kiryu still couldn’t help but find the sight of the strong men arguing with his cock in the picture oddly arousing, not expecting for their composure to break so easily.

Still, in his moments of horniness, he knew that he needed to stop this altercation, deciding to intervene at the next sentence that was said.

“That’s it, I’m going to fucking—!”

“Enough!”

Kiryu’s voice cut through the tension, stopping the trio’s quarrel momentarily as they turned to look up at him, their eyes wide with previous fury and surprise overlaying their arousal. For a second there, Kiryu almost forgot what he was going to say—the sight of the three of them being taken off guard like that and staying silent afterwards to give him the chance to speak making him more turned on that he would’ve expected.

Snap out of it, he thought to himself. He needed a strategy.

As much as Kiryu (shamefully) loved the sight of the three of them pleasuring his cock at the same time, it obviously wasn’t working out. At least not yet, maybe the they would learn to behave themselves when presented with a cock. All the while though, he couldn’t exactly blame them for not knowing how to act accordingly. This was probably the first time they came across such a huge, impressive cock. For now though, he’d let them have their chance of having his dick all to themselves.

Before anyone could say anything to escalate the argument further, Kiryu sighed, his stern voice keeping the fight from proceeding. “Okay, look, how about we take this in turns instead?“

“Turns?” Mine questioned.

Ryuji’s glared at Mine for a few moments, before looking away and shaking his head, mumbling to himself. “You seriously can’t be this fuckin’ stupid.”

“Ryuji,” Kiryu warned, before continuing. “I mean…At least nobody will be able to get in your way.”

For the first time in a while, silence occupied the room. So much so that Kiryu could faintly hear the wind outside, or the small creak of the leather chair every time he moved, or even when one of the three men would shift their legs on the carpeted flooring. It was peaceful, after the constant arguing he had heard.

So peaceful in fact, that for a second there, he worried that he somehow said the wrong thing, with the way they were saying nothing. It was uncharacteristic, even for Mine, who he reckoned to be the most quiet out of the three.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to dwell on it too much.

With a peeved sigh, Nishiki responded, not waiting for the other two to have a further response. “Okay.”

Ryuji looked partially annoyed that Nishiki had spoke for him (even if he was going to agree as well), but he huffed to himself, his broad shoulders drooping. “Yeah. Fine.”

Mine didn’t verbally say anything, but he showed that he was up for it by nodding affirmatively to Kiryu.

Okay. It was approved. Now it was time for the worst possible question to ask in this scenario. Kiryu closed his eyes momentarily, inhaling to himself in preparation.

“Who wants to go first?”

“Me,” All three of them said in unison. Of course that was going to happen.

Maybe his first mistake was even asking that question in the first place, because now he could practically feel the tension in the air rise up further, contrasting with the sexual energy of the room. As if it never left in the first place, the arguing continued.

“No, it should be me,” Ryuji argued. “He said that I was his strongest adversary, so I think if anyone deserves gettin’ a shot at suckin’ his dick first, it’s me.”

Nishiki shook his head in disapproval and barely contained judgement. “You flatter yourself too much,” He sighed to himself. “Like I said earlier, I should be the obvious choice to go first.”

Ryuji let out a small ‘tsk’. “Why? Because yer his kyōdai? Is that it?”

Nishiki immediately took the defense.

“I sworn that off,” He growled, a snarl creeping up on his face. “And it’s because I’ve known him longer than you!” He brought his attention to Mine, wasting no time in grouping the two of them together. “Both of you!”

Mine pressed his lips into a thin line, rolling his eyes. His body was slightly stiff, and if Kiryu didn’t know any better, then he would think that Mine was seconds away from throttling him.

Fortunately for him, Mine didn’t do that. Instead, he decided to add on. “Okay then, Nishikiyama,” He hissed through his words. With a gentle tilt, he nudged the cock towards Nishiki, the tip tapping at his cheek, smearing pre-cum over the light skin. “Why don’t you have the honors?“

Nishiki’s eyebrows subtlety rose up in surprise. “…Um—?“

“Haw?!” Ryuji bellowed, snapping his head to face Mine, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Yer lettin’ this sonuvabitch go first?!”

“Well, since he was calling us sluts earlier, I just figured that he should have the honors in starting things off, given how confident he is in his abilities.” There was a clear snark in his voice, making sure that the double meaning stroke a cord in Nishiki. “Isn’t that right, Nishikiyama? I’m sure you’d find some good use out of it.”

The double meaning immediately caught on to Nishiki.

“Abilites? Why the fuck are you saying it like that?” He probed.

Mine didn’t answer properly, instead choosing to be vague about it. “I think you know.”

“No, I don’t. I’m curious. Tell me what you meant by that.”

Ryuji chimed in. “He’s callin’ ya a whore.”

Nishiki shot Ryuji a look, not having to say anything to get his point across that he already got the hint. His cheeks flushed against his flawless skin. Noticing Mine, he saw how Ryuji’s out-loud assumption was correct, judging by the way he was looking at him. Like it was obvious.

Well, excuse him for wanting Mine to say it out loud.

“Are you trying to get a rise out of me?” Nishiki’s voice gained a dangerous edge, tilting his head down slightly.

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, Mine, it does,” Nishiki sneered. “Is it because you think I’m not capable? Is that why you’re letting me go first?”

Mine simply huffed, holding himself back from rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“You’re looking too deeply into this,” Mine countered. “I’m simply just offering you a chance to go first. It’s only suitable for the sworn brother of Kiryu.” There was a tint of smugness in his tone that Nishiki picked up on. Before he could comment on it though, Mine added on. “Unless you don’t want it?”

Mine’s face remained stern, as if he was simply bringing up a proposition that didn’t involve some form of humiliation. Damn him and his business talk.

A minuscule amount of vulnerability crossed over Nishiki’s face, as if he was weighing his options out carefully. He knew that Mine and Ryuji were both trying to get a rise out of him, and he knew that playing into it would only result in the both of them potentially getting some sort of amusement out of his weakness, his carefully crafted image practically shattering within minutes. On the other hand, the sight of Kiryu’s cock right in front of him was getting more irresistible by the second, feeling all logical thinking getting thrown out the window. He bit his lip, the taste of it still lingering in his mouth and only intensifying the feeling of needing to taste it again.

Of course, he couldn’t let them—especially Kiryu—think that he was too into this. Harshness came back to his attitude, treating it as if it never left.

“Fine. Move.” Nishiki waved his hand dismissively at Mine, his shoving surprisingly light, considering how irritated he was. He shifted over so he was now in the middle of the other two, with Mine and Ryuji now kneeling right beside him. It was almost enough to make him feel claustrophobic, watched.

Then again, he couldn’t recall a moment in his life where he wasn’t having his every move and decision watched.

Besides, he had more important things on his mind right now. Like dealing with this large, overwhelming cock.

With an almost nervous grip, Nishiki wrapped his hand around the base again, as if he was seeing if this was some kind of test that could be used against him. After a few moments to reassure himself, he tightened his grip, not caring if he was too harsh or not. It was a miracle on how it was still hard in the first place, and to Nishiki’s interest (and growing submission), he found that he couldn’t wrap his entire hand around the shaft.

“Shit,” He had mumbled to himself, feeling how rock hard Kiryu’s cock was under his grip.

Nishiki tore his attention away from the shaft to stare at Kiryu under those half-lidded eyes; a look in his bedroom eyes as if to say 'you did this to me', mingling with the same hatred that Kiryu saw after getting out of prison.

Despite that, Kiryu still saw a flicker of possible hesitation in his hate-filled gaze, almost looking like he was about to back out any second now. Almost was enough of a reason for Kiryu to reassure him.

“Nishiki,” Kiryu started. Sweat dripped down his forehead, soft pants sounding out of him. “You don’t have to—“ His sentence was suddenly cut off with the man’s grip tightening around his cock. Not enough to sting, but enough to draw a sharp hiss out of him.

“Shut up!” Nishiki barked, moving his hand in firm strokes. His words came out rushed and heavy, letting himself get closer to the cock again. “Just shut up. I want to.” His breath was ragged, raw, needy. He shifted as he leaned closer to the cock, the tip poking against his cheek and smearing a small glob of pre-cum. “I…I want to. Fuck, I want to…”

His sentence died on his tongue, the previously bitter expression on his features softening into something more unsure, all while still looking irritated. It was a cute look on him, Kiryu thought.

Not that it mattered anymore. Nishiki was quick to move in on the cock, acting purely on instinct, the musky taste already lingering on his tongue. A muffled moan slipped out of him before he could stop it, an inner criticism already forming in his head on how desperate he was acting, knowing that he needed to get his act together.

With this in mind, Nishiki kept himself somewhat composed, his eyes fluttering shut as he wrapped his lips around the tip, the saliva from Mine’s previous efforts still lingering coldly. He ignored it, stroking the cock to further reveal the head, flicking his tongue at the slit and getting his tongue under the foreskin, having to drown out the stronger taste, he couldn’t tell if he liked it or not.

Breathing in through his nose, Nishiki continued, the hand that remained on placed on his knee curling into a tight fist, resisting the urge to palm at his own growing erection, and how much easier they could be spotted with his white dress pants.

He kept this going—gentle, excruciating suckles on the tip and kitten licks at the slit, dragging this out for as long as possible. He himself couldn’t even tell if he was doing this to communicate just how much he had came to hate his once sworn brother, or if he was just doing this to be a tease, both to Kiryu and to Ryuji and Mine, who were both impatiently waiting for their turns in pleasuring the erection. A really sexual, cocky tease.

Both, he decided. He was doing both, as much as he didn’t like to think of himself as being a tease, especially for the likes of Kiryu.

“You’re not doing anything,” Mine pointed out bluntly, much to Nishiki’s growing annoyance.

There goes his thought process.

He popped the tip out of his mouth, a string of drool dripping down and landing on his once-pristine white suit. Glaring daggers at Mine, he spoke. “Well, Mine, did it occur to you that maybe if you two fucking moved, then I’d be able to concentrate?” Nishiki sneered, immediately shifting the blame.

Ryuji leaned in closer to Nishiki, his shoulder bumping against his. “Hey, we’re not doin’ anything t’distract ya now, are we?” His gaze at the cock darkened dangerously, a cruel little half-smile creeping on his lips. “The cock’s all yers for the takin’.”

Nishiki’s eyes narrowed, averting his gaze to face the erection in front of him. He tried not to focus too hard on how Kiryu might be looking down at him, probably expecting him to do something by now. Either that or he was too focused on his own pleasure to even catch up with what they were arguing about. Whatever, Nishiki thought, Kiryu could wait.

Either way, Nishiki wasn’t stupid to miss that tone in Ryuji’s voice. The way he spoke was off, and he couldn’t exactly pinpoint what. His suspicions were confirmed when he felt a hand brush past the back of his hair, a firm grip wrapping around the neat, slicked back style. Ah.

Nishiki went to complain. “You—“

All of that was cut off when he felt Ryuji’s hand shove him forward, forcing him to take in the cock all the way to the base in one thrust.

“Fer fuck’s sake. Just stop stallin’ and get on with it!” Ryuji growled.

Nishiki let out a surprised squeak at the sudden intrusion, a loud gag escaping his throat as he sputtered, drool dripping down onto the floor. He shot Ryuji an angered look—one that the other clearly wasn’t deterred by, judging by the way he kept his grip firm.

It was around about when Nishiki reached 10 seconds with the cock in his mouth, was when he couldn’t take anymore without gagging furiously, his throat bulging from the foreign object that intruded his mouth. With his whole body alerted as well, his throat was tight around Kiryu’s cock, something that should have him uncomfortable, but rather causing a rush of heat jolt through his body instead, an embarrassingly needy groan coming from him.

“A-Ah, Nishiki…!” Kiryu’s breathing came off as more of a strangled noise, his brain short-circuiting for no more than a few seconds. He wasn’t expecting it to feel that good.

Oh well. Fuck his pleasure.

Nishiki brought his hand up, tapping on Kiryu’s thigh too harshly repeatedly as a sign for Ryuji to let go of him, the rapid pace just screaming "pull back, now".

And thank god he actually fucking listened. As soon as he felt the grip on his hair loosening, he wasted no time in pushing himself back. He let out a strained gasp, hacking and coughing loudly as an attempt to gain his breath back.

Yet somehow, he wanted that sensation again.

“Ahh, hah, ah,” Nishiki panted hoarsely, his chest heaving as he came down from the sudden onslaught. Still, he couldn’t help but stare at the wet cock wide eyed, that lust-addled fog only thickening further in his mind. His thighs squeezed together more tightly, trying to ignore just how frustratingly hard he was from the harsh treatment.

Ryuji leaned in, his mouth mere inches away from Nishiki’s ear. He husked out a whisper, his voice apparent with arousal. “See? Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“You—“ Nishiki abruptly cut off his own sentence, coughing again. Once he cleared his throat, he side-eyed Ryuji. “Who do you think you are—“

His sentence was cut short again by another head push, granting Ryuji the opportunity to take the shaft the second his mouth opened. A muffled, barely audible whine was heard from him as he took those same few inches into his mouth as he did previously. It took more ease this time, now that he was expecting it.

The prior shock had went away, causing for Nishiki to remain pliant in Ryuji’s grip, though he was still annoyed both at his audacity and how his hair was probably messed up. He felt Ryuji’s hand nudge down, forcing another inch into his mouth, his nose brushing lightly against the pubes of Kiryu’s groin. A muffled gag was heard, Nishiki’s tense body trembling slightly with both frustration and excitement from being pushed around so much.

An awkward cough was heard from Mine as he cleared his throat, his voice dispassionate despite the obvious arousal he got from the sight of Nishiki’s wide-eyed look and his body trembling. “Ryuji, maybe you should cut it out.”

Ryuji’s lips twisted into a grimace at Mine’s words, giving a dismissive look. “He’s been gettin’ on my fuckin’ nerves ever since we got ‘ere,” He excused. “‘Least he can do is put that big mouth to good use.”

“I— Hm.” Mine had opened his mouth to further defend Nishiki’s predicament, cutting himself off a moment later after actually considering Ryuji’s words. To be fair, Nishiki had been annoying him with his snide remarks as well, all the same feelings that Ryuji was feeling. It was enough for Mine to close his mouth and shut up.

A harsh, muffled noise came from Nishiki in protest, outraged by his words, no less Mine agreeing with him. And for him to say that he should put his 'big mouth to use' had fury boiling up inside of him, not even being able to find the words to defend himself.

…Still, he couldn’t bring himself to deny how much having Kiryu’s cock shoved down his throat turned him on, even if Ryuji was being a smug little fucker about it. Feeling the cock pulse lightly inside his sensitive throat had a needy whimper slip out of him, vibrating against his the shaft. It was then, when he decided that he wanted more. He needed more.

Besides, him being first to be able to do this was deserved, he applauded himself in his mind, boosting his already fragile ego. Who cares if Mine only agreed for him to go first as a matter of testing him—he was the one who was constantly compared to him, so it only made sense for him to get first dibs.

With a harsh wack, Nishiki slapped Ryuji’s hand away from his hair, the relaxation that ached his body immediately kicking in upon realizing that he had this cock all to himself, without any of those assholes trying to join in on his fun.

Maybe he was fine with having a bit of an audience after all. At least then, he’d be able to prove his worth.

With renewed egoism, he began bobbing his head in short, purposeful thrusts, moving himself back to only take in a few inches. His eyebrow twitched in concentration.

“Mm…Ah,” Kiryu panted to himself, clenching his fist and bringing it up to his open mouth, biting down on his knuckle.

Supposedly, Nishiki hasn’t trained himself out of his gag reflex yet, numerous wet sounds and gags slipping out even if he didn’t have the entire cock in his mouth. Kiryu could feel Nishiki’s throat spasm around him.

Fuck. Jesus, fuck.

Kiryu felt as Nishiki eased his mouth down to take more of the thick shaft, forcing another ‘ghrk’ from his throat. Not that the gagging concerned Nishiki much, aside from feeling a little light-headed.

Or maybe his lightheadedness stemmed from the captivating musk wefting from the cock, or the strong taste resting on his tongue. Whatever it was to get him reacting like this, it was addicting—something he needed more of.

“Relax your throat,” Mine had advised, shifting an inch closer to him.

A small ‘mfph’ sounded out of Nishiki, the vibration causing a shiver to creep up Kiryu’s spine. With a lewd pop, he pulled himself back, his lips slick with spit.

“I know how to suck someone off, Mine,” Nishiki rasped. His attempts over sounding strict were pathetic, sounding too breathy and dazed, especially with how he didn’t waste time in licking a stripe up the entire length. He didn’t care enough to stop, already in too deep.

Mine cocked an eyebrow. “Past experience?”

Nishiki took a while to answer, too concentrated on getting the shaft back in his mouth, trailing the tip over his reddened lips. He closed his mouth around it, licking under the foreskin and pressing his tongue against the slit again, listening to Kiryu’s sharp intake. The only answer he gave to Mine’s question was a small shake of the head. No.

Ryuji chimed in, a scoff being heard from him. He shook his head in sick amusement. “Tch. Yer a fuckin’ liar.”

Nishiki ignored Ryuji. Fucking bitch probably had his fair share of one night stands as well, he thought. One thrust down was all Nishiki needed for his bitter brain to instantly just melt in a cloud of bliss, the musky manhood brushing nicely against his taste buds. His eyes rolled up with a muffled moan, looking at Kiryu with half-lidded, almost annoyed eyes if it weren’t for the fact that he was so horny right now.

Kiryu had to admit; Nishiki was a very good cocksucker. While he couldn’t take the entire length without having someone shove his head for him or without gagging, Kiryu could still appreciate the effort in how he took the girth down his throat, using that tongue to vehemently scrap and massage the underside of his cock.

Even with this being a dream, Kiryu wished he could see inside Nishiki’s mind, wondering what he would be thinking in this situation. Perhaps he would be disappointed with himself, for even allowing himself to be stooped down this low, especially with being a patriarch to his own family. However, there was every chance that he gained some kind of sick joy out of this, of being shown just where his place was and how instead of passing himself off as some dangerous patriarch, he should remain in his place by servicing Kiryu on his knees, acting as a personal cockwarmer.

“Oh…Fuck, kyōdai,” Kiryu groaned, running his hand through the gelled back hair, careful as to not ruin it any more. “K…Keep going. Ah,”

Instead, Nishiki pulled himself back, the deprivation of the hot wet mouth causing Kiryu to let out a pathetic whimper. There was nothing more Kiryu wanted to do than grab the back of Nishiki’s head, and just ram his cock down his throat, even if he had to ruin his hair and overall, his composed appearance in the process.

He held himself back, for now. Watching Nishiki give him a cruel grin as he arched his back, his snow-white suit curving to better show off his body made that task increasingly challenging. To make matters worse, Nishiki tilted his head, resting his defined high cheekbone against the shaft, stroking harshly.

“You like that, Kiryu?” He purred, maintaining eye contact whilst he discreetly shook his hips. He was being a fucking tease. “Yeah? You like seeing me like this?”

God, even the way he talked was disgustingly pornographic, as if he was the one that had Kiryu wrapped around his finger, not the other way around. Bitterness seeped in his voice, mingling perfectly with the sexual nature of his words and tone.

Something about it made an overwhelming sense of emotion emerge inside Kiryu. Anger, annoyance, disgust—whatever it may be, it only made him want to shut up Nishiki more.

“Yeah,” Kiryu breathed out, closing his fist around the hair. “Did I say you could stop?”

Nishiki blinked up at him, noticeably surprised by Kiryu’s command. It took a while to register, and Kiryu knew that the command had digested fully, seeing as Nishiki’s thighs squeezed together and how he shifted himself, his cold heart skipping a beat.

Trying to contain himself, Nishiki managed out a small comment. “You disgust me,” He spat, however it lacked its usual bite. Nishiki immediately took the cock back into his mouth, keeping himself teasingly comfortable by sucking at the same few inches, stubbornly ignoring how his gag reflex set off with almost every bob of his head.

He couldn’t fucking take it anymore.

With a yank that was a lot harsher than intended, Kiryu forced Nishiki’s head down, his nose pressing against his pubic area and his chin pressing against his balls. A startled yelp escaped Nishiki; the kind of yelp that would make Kiryu feel bad and immediately withdraw him back to take a breather, if it weren’t for Nishiki’s throat constricting around his length.

Also, now that he thought about it, this was like a punishment, Kiryu reasoned, for all the shit that Nishiki had subjected him to once he had gotten out of prison. Shooting the man he saw as a father, his family being responsible for the deaths of two of his friends, kickstarting a succession war…If there was anything that Nishiki deserved, it was to at least feel some amount of pain during this.

Whilst keeping his firm grip, he forced Nishiki to remain still with the full length in his mouth, taking his sweet time to drag things out before firmly yanking his hair back so only the tip remained in that warm wet heat. A harsh gasp was heard from Nishiki, quickly catching his breath until Kiryu pushed his head down to take the cock again.

Muffled, wanton moans and gags were coming from Nishiki as Kiryu guided his head back and forward, urging him to choke on that dick like his life depended on it. Nishiki, for once, remained yielding in Kiryu’s hands, happy to let him do as he pleased.

“Hah…Took ya long enough,” Ryuji breathed out, watching the patience that Kiryu held dearly shatter within seconds. He sounded a lot more quiet, watching as the cock would disappear as Nishiki took it in his mouth, only for it to reappear again, slick with drool when he pulled back.

Perhaps he was wishing that he was the one sucking him off instead? Not that Kiryu could blame him, of course. With how tense he looked, along with the furrowed, twitching eyebrows, he knew it was only a matter of time before Ryuji got too impatient and snapped under the weight of wanting to suck Kiryu off.

He could picture it now: Ryuji was probably boasting himself in his head on how he could definitely take that cock better than Nishiki, or Mine for that matter. Especially with him being the only Omi man in this foursome, Kiryu suspected that Ryuji’s pride would get the best of him.

Unfortunately for Ryuji, if that was the case, Kiryu was absolutely confident that he could break that spirit of his. Not completely, of course, Kiryu happened to like the honorary code and ego that he held dear, but just enough to not risk Ryuji potentially one-upping him.

Just like the other two men beside him though, Ryuji looked just as desperate for Kiryu’s cock—his teeth showing in a tight clench of his jaw and a noticeable amount of blush on his tan skin. His breath came out in short pants, the air around him stuffy, and the musky smell of the cock definitely wasn’t helping out with things.

He just knew that it’ll be a pain in the ass to pick either him or Mine when it comes to giving him a blow job.

Speaking of Mine, Kiryu focused his attention onto him momentarily, seeing the wide-eyed, flustered expression on his face. His breathing was soft and hoarse, his lips slightly parted as lust consumed his way of thinking.

Unlike Ryuji, Mine seemed a lot more transfixed on Nishiki, rather than the dick that had him feeling like this in the first place. It seemed like at any moment now, Mine would pounce at the moment Nishiki pulled away to succumb to his own greedy desires. Even with his hatred for Kiryu, his cock and the scent wafting from it was just influencing his mind more and more.

The internal conflict playing out inside his head. The emotional side of him was desperate to lean in and begin pleasuring Kiryu’s cock just like what Nishiki is doing currently. He was completely enamored by how Nishiki’s lips were wrapped tight around the cock, bobbing his head in a desperate attempt to choke on it. How Kiryu gripped onto his hair and guided his head into taking more of it. All of it was just so arousing.

The logical—usually more dominant—side of him however, wanted to call out on how this was completely selfish of Kiryu, to practically use him and two other men he had fought previously in life like nothing more than worthless whores who had cheapened out in life for his own personal gain.

Instead, he found himself frozen in place, like a deer in headlights. His hands on his lap clenched into tight fists and his shoulders stiff. As if fully indulging in the cock was like taking a bite out of forbidden fruit. A sickeningly irresistible piece of forbidden fruit, that Mine couldn’t help but want intensely.

Just as Kiryu was thinking, he could feel that familiar knot in his stomach tightening, the more Nishiki was subjected to sucking his cock. The way his throat spasmed around him had a tight groan drawing out of Kiryu. He snapped out of his course of thought and took it upon himself to give the man below him a warning.

“Nishi–ki, I’m about to— ngh,” Kiryu panted, tightening his grip on Nishiki’s hair as he pulled his head forward and back. “I’m close, ah.”

“Mmgh…” Nishiki moaned around the cock, his half-lidded eyes batting furiously. His efforts renewed with intensified enthusiasm, furrowing his eyebrows in concentration while he sucked, flicking his tongue at the underside and hollowing his cheeks to milk it further.

Despite his cock-drunken state, Nishiki kept his eyes trained on Kiryu’s face, glaring at him from under those teary long eyelashes of his. Rather than his intended purpose to assert dominance however, he just ended up looking like a cheap slut.

That sight enough was all Kiryu needed for that knot to suddenly become undone. With a strangled, loud moan, Kiryu shoved Nishiki’s mouth all the way down to the hilt of the cock as he shot ropes of cum straight into his throat, watching as the man visibly flinched in shock before practically melting in his hands, a muffled moan vibrating against the pulsing dick.

This lasted ages, to say the least. Shaky pants were heard from Kiryu, his body trembling from the ongoing orgasm as more cum spurted into Nishiki’s needy mouth, keeping him balls-deep. Even when Kiryu slowly moved away his hands from his head, Nishiki didn’t take the chance to move away and instead remained in place, gripping onto Kiryu’s thighs for balance to swallow the load dutifully, his eyebrows knitted and his eyes a little rolled up.

He was aware on how much Nishiki cared about his good looks, but even in his disheveled state, Kiryu still couldn’t help but think that this is the most attractive he has ever seen him.

Eventually, with most of the sperm swallowed down, Nishiki pushed himself back, deep pants and shaky, low groans being the only thing that was heard from him. He watched as the cock gave its few final spurts, drops of cum catching onto the small stubble on his upper lip. With a small flick, he wiped the cum off with his thumb, to which he traced over his lower lip, a sight which made Kiryu’s heart hammer in his chest.

The sight in general had Kiryu speechless. His former kyōdai below him looked absolutely fucked just from sucking him off; his eyes slightly rolled up as he blinked rapidly, his mouth wide open with shaky pants slipping out. Kiryu pushed his luck by trailing his thumb against the side of his mouth, tugging slightly at the inner cheek and his cock twitching in interest at the sound of Nishiki’s little moan that he couldn’t be bothered to hide.

God, he couldn’t wait to see how he looked getting his brains fucked out, he found himself thinking, and with how horny he was, pushing those thoughts away was out of the question. Hell, he couldn’t wait to see what both Ryuji and Mine will be like with a cock shoved down their throats.

“Y…Ya put on quite the show there.” Ryuji let out a breathy chuckle, his body shaking for a second while he laughed. The more he looked at Kiryu’s dick however, the more his half-smile faltered, his heart racing knowing that he could be next to give a blowjob to that thing. “How was it?”

A rare sight of shyness crossed through Ryuji’s features, anticipation rising up rapidly, never taking his eyes off of the hung, thick shaft, noticing how the head was still weeping with clear, white droplets.

“F…Fuuuck…” Nishiki moaned quietly, a blissful sigh escaping his reddened lips. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, his mind too hazy to respond properly. After a while, he attempted leaning in again, already missing that taste and the feeling of his throat trying to accommodate the large object. “I…I want more.”

He attempted taking it in his mouth, only to be gently shoved back by Ryuji in return.

“Ugh. Yer gonna hafta wait then.” He responded, no real intention to argue behind his tone of voice.

At least now they weren’t all fighting like a couple of petty assholes. Sure, there was still some annoyance that lingered with wanting the cock all to themselves, but that was natural, so Kiryu couldn’t exactly blame them too much. Admittedly so, it was nice to have all three of them be quieter, let alone more docile, especially if he has fought them previously.

They clearly weren’t in the mood to start some snarky argument, at least for the time being, instead catching themselves staring longingly at the cock before them, even Nishiki, who had just finished sucking Kiryu off for now, almost offended that he couldn’t just have the whole thing to himself.

Taking it upon himself, Mine brought his hand up and quickly began smoothing over Nishiki’s hair, trying desperately to control his slight tremor from the excitement he felt. Part of this also had to do with the fact that he used to be in his family, so it was only natural to make sure that the patriarch looked presentable…-ish.

Nishiki mustered out a barely audible "thanks", but it went unheard as Mine was quick to get Kiryu’s attention.

“Kiryu,” Mine breathed out, biting his bottom lip firmly, hesitance raking all over his features. “If it’s okay with you, can I pleasure you next?”

He sounded…nice, for once. Shyness was radiating from him, and Kiryu almost thought that he was going to take back his comment the more silence dragged out, those worried eyebrows knitting together. He was determined to not let that happen.

Getting a hold of himself, he nodded dumbly in response. “Yeah, sure—“

That’s when Ryuji intervened.

“Oh no you don’t!” Ryuji scowled, making his presence known by leaning in closer. “I waited long enough for this shit, I ain’t havin’ some suck-up ruin that fer me.”

A visible sneer crept up on Mine’s face, his mouth pressing into a straight line. He clearly wanted to say something about getting called a suck-up, the jab in those words recognizable even in his dazed state, but like the collected person he was, he kept his mouth shut.

“I’m sure you’re able to wait for another few minutes,” He responded, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah. But who said y’could go next?” Ryuji growled, leaning in and wrapping his hand around the shaft, almost possessively. “Ya should know by now that it’s my shot.”

Mine cocked an eyebrow, unable to believe what he was hearing.

“I’m sorry, your shot?” Mine repeated, baffled. “I asked first. If you still think that it’s 'your shot', then you’re more arrogant-minded than I thought, Ryuji.”

“Hey, y’may have asked first, but that doesn’t change that I was the second one ta go up against him,” Ryuji argued, a small husk to his voice.

When Mine was about to respond, Nishiki cut in, his voice still hoarse from the penetration his mouth just went through. “He’s got a point.”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Dragging the silence out, Mine let out a small 'hmph', his eyebrows furrowing at Nishiki’s concession. He redirected his attention to Ryuji. “Well, I guess that’s up to Kiryu to decide, isn’t it?”

Ryuji’s response was quick, his confidence unmoving with not needing to think the question over. He removed his hand from the base of the cock.

“Fine by me.” He shrugged dismissively, gazing up at the man in question. “Oi, Kiryu,” He interjected. “Who’re ya pickin’?”

Kiryu kept himself silent for a good while, his arms crossed as he weighed his options, as well as trying to drown out the banter, despite how hot as it was. He hummed to himself, thinking it over.

Like he thought prior, when Nishiki was sucking him off, Ryuji would realistically be the better choice to go first, aware on how Mine would be able to hold his tongue and emotions for longer. Not to mention, Ryuji was right, he was the second one, technically. It would only make sense for him to do this in order, since it started with Nishiki.

Even at that, he made sure to turn Mine down gently.

“Mine,” Kiryu heaved, his facial features softening. “You wouldn’t mind waiting, would you?”

Mine’s eyes widened with disbelief, facing up at Kiryu with the intention to stare daggers at him. To find Kiryu looking at him back however, had a tiny, sharp gasp drawing from his mouth, trying desperately to find some kind of way to argue back or at least persuade him. Rather than doing that though, Mine’s features softened, before sighing in defeat with only a hint of annoyance shown, subtlety squeezing his thighs together. “…No.”

Ryuji basked in his victory with a triumphant chuckle, repositioning himself so the head of the cock rubbed against his cheek, his sideburns tickling the sensitive flesh. “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” He enthused, “I knew ya would see eye-ta-eye w’me, Kiryu.”

That charming, daring half-grin crept up on Ryuji’s face, temporarily hiding the desperation he was feeling, now that he was right in front of the thick length. As much as could try though, he couldn’t hide that glossy look in his eyes—practically begging Kiryu to fuck his throat raw.

His grin faded moments later, wrapping his hand around Kiryu’s dick and beginning to actually take in what he was about to do. He parted his mouth, guiding the cock and rubbing it lewdly against his bottom lip. “Fu…Fuck my face,” Ryuji ordered, a deep rasp to his voice that caused Kiryu’s erect dick to perk with interest. “Don’t hold anythin’ back.”

God, he never thought that he would have Ryuji, the second and last patriarch to the Go-Ryu clan, and the proclaimed ‘Dragon of Kansai’ ordering Kiryu, of all people, to fuck his face, but here he was.

Despite knowing the strength that Ryuji held, Kiryu still contemplated the order, attempting to shoot it down. He knew that the man wouldn’t step down that easily. Maybe Ryuji just liked seeing him frustrated and desperate for stimulation.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Kiryu said, more out of warning than worry. To which, Ryuji scoffed offendedly in response.

“Are ya underestimatin’ my abilities, Kiryu?” He moved his hands up from his lap, placing them both on each of Kiryu’s thighs. “I don’t want ya goin’ easy on me. Not like how ya were with Nishikiyama.”

Nishiki perked up at that, an apparent scowl appearing on his face as he looked up at Kiryu from where he kneeled. “You were going easy on me?”

He wasn’t. He definitely wasn’t, with how harsh he had gripped Nishiki’s hair and hardly gave the man any breaks in fucking his throat until it was raw, but it was enough to make Kiryu draw a blank for a second. “Well, uhm—“

“Forget him.” Ryuji brushed him off with a growl, stroking the cock with such vigorous roughness, that it made Kiryu almost want to cum right there. “Unless ya want me cuttin’ up yer dick right ‘ere, ya oughta fuck my mouth as hard as ya can.”

Darting his eyes away, he remembered Ryuji’s katana, which remained propped up on one of the leather seats that the meeting room had to offer. The presence of it was enough to leave a threat lingering in the air, but it’s not like Kiryu was affected by it. Even if he was, then it’s not like it could do any real harm to him, considering that this was just some fucked up fantasy. One slash, and that’s probably all it’ll take for Kiryu to wake up in a cold sweat, and pretend that he didn’t feel disappointed over how he didn’t get to properly feel Ryuji’s or Mine’s mouth on his cock.

Maybe even more than just disappointed. He found that he’s enjoying this experience a little too much—so much so that he found himself wishing that he wouldn’t wake up anytime soon.

Albeit, Ryuji had guts, he’d give him that.

Kiryu sighed in mock defeat, leaning back and propping his back against the leather pillows of the chair. “Okay,” He nodded, averting his eyes for a moment as if thinking it over. In reality though, he could already hear his own heart beating with excitement. “At least familiarize yourself with it first.”

A raspy guffaw was heard from Ryuji for a moment, his shoulders rising with amusement. “Yer a patient man, Kiryu. I don’t know how ya do it,” He responded. It almost sounded like praise.

Without any preparation or word of warning, Ryuji leaned in, wasting no time in taking some of the inches down his throat.

If he was being completely honest, the heat of Ryuji’s mouth really wasn’t that different from Nishiki’s, however that didn’t stop him from hitching a gasp, happy to feel those familiar velvety walls yet again.

Ryuji was a very ‘no-bullshit’ kind of man; already taking around 5 inches worth of Kiryu’s dick in his mouth and jerking off the remaining few. His movements, while pleasurable, were quicker and more daring, compared to Nishiki’s more teasing approach. His tongue worked efficiently, dragging itself along the pulsing veins and groaning from the strong, apparent taste.

The key difference was how Ryuji’s teeth scraped lightly against the shaft, not exactly biting down, but enough to cause a few gasps and hisses out of Kiryu. There was a point where he almost considered telling Ryuji to watch the teeth, or to already go ahead in fucking his face as a form of punishment, but the more he concentrated on the grazing of his teeth, joining alongside the welcoming heat of his mouth, the more he found himself surprisingly liking the occasional sting.

Oh, this was on purpose, wasn’t it.

Besides, it’s not like he couldn’t handle a bit of pain, although it was happening in one of—if not the—most sensitive parts of Kiryu’s body. Ryuji was just more confident in scratching that itch that Kiryu didn’t know he had in the first place.

“A-Ah, Ryuji,” He moaned out. “Keep going…with that…”

If Ryuji could grin to himself in satisfaction right now, he would’ve.

The other two men watched with aroused interest—more specifically Mine, who would occasionally bat his eyes away, as if trying to remind himself to not act too desperate to receive that same kind of debauchery, only to look back seconds later with those wide, interested eyes.

Nishiki took notice, and let out a little huff, a smirk appearing on his face. “You look a little interested there, Mine.”

“Huh? Oh.” His observation was enough for Mine to temporarily snap himself out of it, coughing to clear his throat. “Yes, I just…” His voice trailed off, too aware of his position, “He looks big, I suppose.”

Nishiki hummed, batting his eyelashes to look back at the cock, and Mine immediately got that it was just another way of him nonverbally saying, 'oh, you have no idea'.

Ryuji only listened briefly to their short conversation, not feeling the need to add his two cents on what he thought. It’s not like he wanted to, with his tongue currently exploring every crevice; flicking under the foreskin, along the veins, and not missing a chance to press the roof of his tongue harshly against the sensitive, leaking slit. He understood what to do, that was for sure.

So much so, in fact, that apparently, Nishiki had broken out of his trance-like state (For now, Kiryu thought in the back of his mind). He was now glaring at Ryuji with watchful eyes, somewhat peeved all of a sudden, but Kiryu couldn’t put a finger on what. Jealousy, he assumed first.

“Tch. And you have the nerve to say that I’m lying, for not having any past experience?” Nishiki scoffed, his snarky attitude rising back, but from the lustful breathiness, it was hard to take seriously.

Ah. Hypocrisy. That was it.

Ryuji pulled himself back with a small gasp, bringing his hand up to pump Kiryu’s cock in harsh strokes. “Yer just jealous that I can suck somebody off without gaggin’ on it.”

A sharp chuckle came from Nishiki for a brief second, facing away in a moment of amusement.

“Yeah, you’ll see,” Nishiki sassed, clearly peeved. Okay, maybe Kiryu was right the first time, maybe there was a tinge of jealousy there too.

Kiryu had almost made a sound of disapproval over feeling the cool air against his cock, which was slick with spit and drool and cum. Something dangerous lurked in his head—asking him, telling him to get that welcoming heat back in place, by any means necessary.

And, in Ryuji’s words, he had told him to 'fuck his mouth, don’t hold back anythin’ back', that sexy Kansai accent playing on loop as he repeated those words in the back of his mind. If anything, he’d be doing him and himself a favor.

Incidentally, Ryuji called out on this the minute Kiryu pondered on it.

“‘Ey, Kiryu,” He rasped out, still keeping up with his stroking motions, listening to the man’s harsh gasps. His eyebrows were cocked in annoyance, frustration clear in both his posture and his tone. “When’re ya actually gonna do somethin’? You’ve been sittin’ there doin’ nothin’ for the past few minutes!”

There was that impatience. Kiryu was almost wondering when it would come out again, and of course, not long. Turns out, having a large cock all to himself wasn’t enough for Ryuji. No, he needed something done to him alongside. It was spoiled, really, but hey, if roughness was what Ryuji wanted, then roughness was what Ryuji would get.

“Right now.”

“Huh?”

Ryuji blinked up at him, not registering the comment at first. That was clearly the last thing he was saw coming, expecting some kind of flimsy excuse instead.

He didn’t even have time to process what he said before Kiryu abruptly stood up from the leather seat, two hands gripping onto Ryuji’s blond hair harshly to keep his head still. Without any warning, Kiryu thrust his cock inside his mouth, listening to the loud, muffled 'hmmh?!' he let out.

Fuck, for someone that was so big-mouthed and confident, the rest of Ryuji’s throat was tight, working perfectly in trying to accommodate to his large size. He kept himself still, pressing Ryuji’s nose against his groin, allowing him to get a clear sniff of his strong musk. After a while, he pulled himself back, only the tip remaining in his mouth, until Kiryu jerked his hips again.

Muffled moans and yelps could be heard from Ryuji, and Kiryu couldn’t tell if those brown eyes of his were rolling up from the sheer amount of pleasure (and the lack of clear oxygen), or if he was attempting to look up at him, but either way, it did nothing but turn him on further. He took into account on how Ryuji’s body noticeably relaxed; his shoulders drooping and his muscular arms limp at his sides, inviting Kiryu to keep going.

And so he did. Keeping himself planted, he kept up a steady pace in face-fucking—making sure not to hurt Ryuji too much in the process, even if he was discovering a lot more sadistic side to himself with everything that was happening. He wanted him to feel every inch, rubbing in the fact that he was the one in control, not him.

What was it with these three and being so haughty? Thinking that they were in control of everything around them, each in their own echo chamber of conceitedness (maybe besides how Mine viewed Daigo). He gave them the benefit of the doubt; knowing full well that if you wanted to be famous enough in the yakuza world, then most chances were, you had to at least be a little dominant and full of yourself. At this rate, he knew that the arrogance was more than voluntary, rather than acting out of a need for approval. Well, he would be quick to fuck that out of them, and taking into account on how many groans he has heard just from them sucking and being in the presence of his cock alone, he had a feeling that it would be easy.

He understood that his horniness was probably just making him think more provocatively of his former rivals, but even he—who he prided himself on being well-disciplined enough—couldn’t wait to hear more clearly on how each of their noises would sound when this whole thing escalates further.

Tugging lightly at Ryuji’s hair, he angled his head up, giving the man below him a quick breather right before bucking his hips into that tight heat. Thrusting his hips again, and he found that this angle was much better, getting himself to go deeper inside. He bit his lip, having to get himself to hold back a moan as his cock brushed up against the smooth, wet surface.

All the better, a muffled gag was finally heard from Ryuji, his body jolting for a slight second until he groaned, shuddering under his touch and enthusing Kiryu to do that again.

Of course, at the sound of the gag, Nishiki just had to jump at the opportunity to call out the sound, like a cat pouncing on a mouse.

“What was that about gagging, Ryuji?” Nishiki purred mockingly, tilting his head to the side, and although Ryuji was more focused on Kiryu’s groin, he could practically feel the smugness radiating off of him.

“Mngh—” Ryuji moaned around Kiryu’s cock, contemplating between pulling himself away and telling Nishiki to shut the fuck up, or keep himself sated by continuing to let Kiryu use his mouth, something he found himself craving more of.

He altered for the third option, not doing anything to move away and rather jerking his hand upwards, firmly sticking up a middle finger. It’s not like Nishiki could speak shit anyways, with how much he was gagging and moaning like a whore when faced with the dick. His arm flopped back down at his side, gazing up at Kiryu with tears involuntarily beginning to well up in his eyes from being used in such a pleasurable way, catching onto his eyelashes.

“How does Ryuji’s throat feel, Kiryu?” Asked Mine, his hands clamped together to stop them from shaking with excitement. He used his thumb to fidget with the sleeve of his suit, a desperate attempt to distract himself.

“It’s— ah, good, Mine, oh,” Kiryu groaned, his tightened grip around the blond hair unmoving. He could feel as spare drool dripped down lewdly onto both Ryuji’s clothed thighs and the red carpet below.

Yet, Ryuji was able to draw himself back temporarily, a string of saliva connecting between his lips and the shaft. Turns out, it was only to complain about the now wet pant legs. “F-Fer fucks sake, Kiryu, yer ruinin’ my suit—!”

All of that was cut off though when Kiryu rocked himself in again, groaning to himself over Ryuji’s throat instinctively relaxing and how the low whimper vibrated against his shaft. He could feel himself coming close to release for the second time, giving short, harsh bucks of his hips.

“Sorry,” Kiryu apologized, panty and awkward and out-of-place in the lewd act. In truthfulness though, he wasn’t sorry at all.

The apology—if he could even call it that—was short-lived, as Kiryu slammed himself down Ryuji’s mouth all the way to the base, holding himself down there before pulling his cock away again. Another string of saliva broke between the cock and the mouth, dripping down lewdly onto Ryuji’s leg, a clear mockery of his so-called sorry.

Did Ryuji seem to care though?

Judging by the glossy, cock-drunk look in his eyes and the way his jaw hung open in invitation, a furrow to his eyebrows…Maybe just a little. Not enough to stop Kiryu.

So, he kept going. With renewed vigor, he tilted his head back tighter by another tug of the hair, he kept going with pounding into Ryuji’s mouth, his hip movements controlled and almost on the brink of being fast-paced, bringing out more of those occasional gags that sounded out from him. Each thrust made sure to remind Ryuji that his pride here meant little to none in the face of getting fucked by his own rival, only rubbing in the wound that he so craved.

Kiryu was close to the edge, his eyes squeezed shut as his mouth hung open, guttural groans and hissed slipping out and mingling perfectly with Ryuji’s own muffled ones. It was too much. He couldn’t believe how sensitive he was, how good it felt. He was at his limit, gritting his teeth together.

“Ryuji…” Kiryu panted, his voice coming in high pitches. “I’m going to— hngh!—”

He didn’t even have time to finish his sentence, unable to hold back any longer. Forcing Ryuji’s head down until his chin was pressed against his full balls, he shot out ropes of cum directly into the man’s stomach, the hot pulse hard to ignore. A fucked-out, dazed groan vibrated from Ryuji, swallowing every ounce of the thick fluid that he could, not like he had any choice in the matter anyway.

“Nmgh…” Ryuji hummed, breathing heavily through his nose, and Kiryu couldn’t tell if it was to calm himself down, or if he just wanted to smell more of his musk. Probably the latter, judging by how frequent it was.

With a small shift, Mine shuffled closer to Ryuji, stroking the back of his blond hair all while pressing down his hand further, giving Kiryu that additional sense of security when it came to keeping Ryuji in place.

Although Kiryu couldn’t make out what he was saying, due to Mine brushing his lips against Ryuji’s earlobe, he could get a general idea on what it was.

“That’s it…Swallow it down,” Mine whispered, his voice a weird mixture of strictness and breathy arousal.

In response, another moan sounded from Ryuji, unable to verbally respond. His thighs pressed together in order to stimulate his own cock, which remained confined.

God, they both looked so seductive like that.

Either way, Kiryu would stay in the welcoming heat longer, but he could practically feel the anxious eyes of Mine staring him and Ryuji down, becoming increasingly aware that he was next to have his throat fucked.

Mine was a strategic man. No doubt in his mind that he would know what to do when faced with a thick cock in front of him, especially after he had just watched not one but two men show an example.

Having handled that, Kiryu was slow to retract himself, making sure that almost every drop had hit the back of Ryuji’s throat and into his stomach. With a lewd, muted pop, he pulled out of his mouth, cum still leaking down from the slit.

The rest of the cum landed on his tongue as Kiryu pulled out, letting Ryuji get a taste of the cum that had just coated his throat so. He swallowed the rest obediently with no complaints, gruff groans sounding out of his parted scarred lips.

Snapping out of his lustfulness for a moment, concern swept over Kiryu’s emotions. “Ryuji,” He exhaled, letting go of his hair. “Are you alright?”

It took a while for him to get a response. Ryuji’s brown eyes were wide and his breath came out in hot, harsh pants. There was even some visible streaks on his blushed cheeks, from where he had tears rolling down his eyes. Kiryu couldn’t recall ever seeing Ryuji tear up, even when he had faced multiple bullet wounds prior to his death. The sight of it was enough for his breath to hitch for a second. It was strange, he thought, to find himself attracted to that.

“Haah, shit, gah…At least…” Ryuji cleared his throat, trying to get himself to think straight. Another wasted effort. “At least warn a guy first.” His words lacked his signature sharpness.

A small smile appeared on Kiryu’s face, taking that as a yes.

“S-Sorry,” Kiryu apologized again, sitting down on the chairman’s leather seat. Even through his overstimulation and winded breath, he didn’t feel tired or spent whatsoever. His balls were still tight, loaded with cum, as well as his heavy, still rock-hard cock that both demanded attention. “I must’ve…I must’ve gotten distracted.”

Admittedly, it felt kind of good being able to go for this many rounds. Really good, actually. He should’ve felt tired out or too overstimulated after cumming once, but here, he felt like he could keep going, every few second intervention after an orgasm feeling more like taking a short break after a run, before continuing with no issue.

In addition, he felt strangely more confident than he already was here. Maybe it was just by sitting in the chairman’s seat, automatically giving him some form of higher ground, or having his dick be worshipped at the same time, he wasn’t sure. What he was sure of, however, was the need for more, the head of the cock red with interest.

“Kiryu.” Mine’s voice was impatient, still holding onto some of that uncharacteristic shyness. Moving closer, he gently nudged Ryuji out the way, keeping himself nicely planted on his knees in front of him.

Fuck. He couldn’t make him wait any longer.

“Mine,” Kiryu panted, stroking his own cock with lazy flicks of the wrist. “Did you want to…?”

“Yes,” He replied, too quickly. “If you’re done here.”

His words cut sharp, restlessness and irritation badly masked as manners. His face was flushed after watching two other men suck off Kiryu, and with the taste of cock still lingering on Mine’s tongue, the neediness he felt was overwhelming, if not humiliating.

Kiryu opened his mouth to respond. “Yeah, I am—“

But Mine didn’t even wait for him to finish, his hand replacing Kiryu’s by wrapping around the thick shaft. He had to hold himself back from grimacing at the slick feel of the coat of drool from Nishiki and Ryuji’s previous deviations, the shiny overlay already acting as a lubricant for both stroking and any other possible outcomes this fantasy could bring.

He gave a few sharp strokes, listening to the quiet shlick each time he would pump the cock back and forth, peeling back the foreskin and revealing more of the thick tip, which leaked with pre-cum. Mine bit his lip, stifling a groan that threatened to come out.

“Impatient, are we?” Nishiki teased, watching the scene with a smug grin.

Mine didn’t even try to deny it, nodding his head in affirmation. “You two…were taking too long.”

Whilst clearing his throat, Ryuji rolled his eyes over Mine’s criticism.

“You complain too much. It was only a few minutes,” Ryuji replied with a rasp to his typically gruff voice. Still, he couldn’t help but find the idea of Mine being so agitated over having to wait funny.

“Well, you both know how to drag it out, don’t you.” Mine phrased it like it was an observation, rather than a question. Not wanting to spark up another petty argument, he leaned in and wrapped his lips around the tip, already beginning to slowly push himself down to take half of the cock.

With the way he was acting, and how urgently he thrust himself down, one might think that he thought Nishiki or Ryuji were going to steal Kiryu away from him, or at least attempt to push him aside for their own personal gain, especially with how eager for cock they found themselves. And Mine was the last person to take that shit from anyone, the idea of it provoking him.

It was possessive, but Kiryu figured that it was just because of how he initially viewed Mine’s justifications towards his own actions when he was still around. Always so uptight and proprietorial.

Nishiki sighs. “You don’t just dive right into it, you know. Give it some love first.”

His emphasis on 'love' was set up like a hiss, whether it was a jab at himself for loving an organ that belonged to Kiryu, or Mine’s supposed 'mistake', Kiryu didn’t bother to ask.

Mine moved back, his words slurred as he spoke against the tip. “I know what I’m doing,” He bit back sarcastically, moving back in to take the cock in his mouth.

And he was right, because Kiryu had let out a hiss of pleasure, grinding his teeth as Mine kept himself still with the cock in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and giving short, firm bobs of his head. Despite the minimal amount of foreplay, Kiryu still couldn’t help but feel just as good with how Mine was sucking his dick. Part of this probably had to do with how overstimulated he was from the continuous attention to his cock, but he couldn’t bring himself to mind, not when everything was done with such worship.

If anything, he wanted more.

“Ngh…Fuck, your mouth…” Kiryu’s words slipped out in a mindless haze. He crept his hands towards Mine’s hair.

…Only for it to be pushed away.

Mine pulled back, a small bit of drool dripping down his lips as he glared sternly at Kiryu. “Not yet,” He declared, leaving no room for argument. “If you’re going to fuck my mouth, then you’ll need to let me get used to it.”

Something about the way Mine said it had Kiryu thinking that he did already get used to it, and was just using this as a way to further aggravate him, by making him wait. Kudos to him, because he succeeded. Either way though, he retracted his hand back, gripping onto the other arm of the chair.

Mine hummed in appeasement as a form of gratitude, removing his hand on the cock to instead rest on Kiryu’s other knee. In doing so, he had taken the tip in his mouth once again, shoving himself down further to take more. He groaned quietly, his tongue working against the underside whilst he bobbed his head slowly, blinking his eyes shut.

However, even through Mine’s pleasurability, Kiryu could see how stiff his posture was, how firmly he was gripping onto his thighs, in an attempt of trying not to get his body to tremble under the presence of his cock. If anything, he found it almost impressive on how Mine was still holding onto that cold, hard expression, like he was still treating this like it was only business, rather than an act of desire.

Of course, nobody was stupid enough to buy that shit.

“C’mon,” Ryuji murmured, unusually sweet in his ear. Without any warning, he reached down and began fondling the noticeable bulge in Mine’s pants, feeling as the man flinched under his touch. His movements remained teasingly slow, almost infuriating. “Loosen up a lil’.”

Mine gasped, his eyes opening with a wide stare and a tight groan slipping through his teeth when he felt the added pressure of Ryuji’s hand against his groin. Subconsciously, he had tried grinding his hips against the fondling touch, but to his growing dissatisfaction, Ryuji had moved his hand away, giving one final press of his hand.

That son of a bitch, trying to get him even more pent up for nothing…And it was working.

It was like something inside Mine had snapped, no longer caring about his already-fucked, stained image.

“G…Gah…Ohh,” He had moaned breathily, quickly moving back in and wrapping his lips around the base, taking more of the inches as he bobbed his head with added enthusiasm, all concern for professionalism gone. Instead of going at his previous slow, provoking pace, he felt himself lose a sense of control, desperately finding himself wanting to choke himself on the cock more, speeding up his movements.

Gags could be heard slipping out of Mine, forcing himself down to the base and feeling as his throat constricted around the cock. Try as he might, he couldn’t resist the eagerness to continue sliding his hot mouth up and down, the mere thought of it enough to turn him on.

A smirk crept up on Nishiki’s face. He leaned in a little, his arm brushing against Mine’s with a small smile. “Fuck, there you go…Took you long enough.”

It was captivating, purely hypnotic, and in a moment of clarity, Mine couldn’t exactly blame Nishiki or Ryuji anymore for 'taking too long', not when this is what they’ve been dealing with. The way the strong masculine taste lingered stubbornly on his tongue, as well as the different textures and veins that rubbed against his sensitive throat walls, had something ignite and spark deep inside him. Fuck, it was too much.

Kiryu watched the scene, bringing a hand up from the armrest to bury his face in, taking a husky exhale from how Mine’s throat would spasm around him, yet still willing to take more, if not for craving it like a man starved.

He looked completely disheveled—the loose strand of hair bouncing against his forehead with each bob of the head. His eyes, which once held a tinge of self-aware shame of putting himself below Kiryu, was now overlapped with nothing but pure, mind-numbing lust.

Pulling himself together and taking his hand away from his own face, Kiryu suddenly took a tight grip onto those chestnut locks, and as it turns out, Mine enjoyed that, a muffled moan sounding out of him, making no further complaints.

God, he was practically ruined already, renewing his efforts when Kiryu had grabbed his hair, like it was some sick motivation. Under normal circumstances, he would’ve told Kiryu off with a warning, or react more violently at the audacity, but rather than that, he found himself getting excited over the touch.

Kiryu could see the blush that coated his cheeks, and he had to hold himself back from letting out a chuckle at the sight, seeing as how he was less uptight about pleasuring him.

And finally, Mine gazed up at Kiryu and acknowledged that it was his cock that he was currently sucking. His brown eyes—like the other two men in his position—were pleasurably glossy, his eyebrows drawn together in his increasingly libidinous state. He pulled back momentarily with a shortened gasp, the tip tugging slightly at his lower lip.

“Is…Is this, nnh…satisfying you, Kiryu?” Mine asked, breathing heavily against the shaft. For someone who had claimed to hated him, he sure was acting polite, even with some bitterness seeped into his tone, a last chance of slotting it in.

Partly, that annoyed him. This was the same man that had ruthlessly killed other men, gotten involved with Black Monday, and, most importantly, destroyed his kids’ orphanage with no remorse. Yet here he was, being so formal and still having the gall to attempt being nonchalant at him, even with his cock right in front of him.

Mine moved his hand to stroke the base, waiting expectantly for Kiryu’s answer.

“Yeah. Now…now get your mouth back on it,” Kiryu replied back, sternness seeping in. Suddenly, he had tightened his grip on the brown hair and without any warning, he had brought Mine down deeper and bucked his hips into the hot heat. With a visible flinch, Mine choked, a surprised gag being heard before instantly melting in his touch, pliant.

After fucking the other rival’s throats, that was more than enough of an invitation, whether if they were irritated prior or not. Getting something forced down there was enough to get them to shut up. He pushed Mine’s head down to the hilt, beginning to thrust into his mouth with steady rhythm. It was fucking slutty, how the three of them could apparently be stooped down a few levels just by presenting a dick to them with the promise of fucking their mouths, but it’s not like Kiryu had any complaints.

Besides, he had to give it to them; they were actually very good at this. He wasn’t sure if that came as a surprise to him or not.

Muffled sounds could be heard from Mine; numerous different whimpers and gags slipping out lewdly the more Kiryu’s hips bucked firmly into his tightly sealed mouth. Having Mine stare up at him intensely either didn’t help with Kiryu’s already intense arousal either, looking so…submissive under him, it was intoxicating. It was enough for Kiryu to yank Mine down to the hilt more quickly than before, keeping him still with his nose pressed against his groin for only a few moments, pulling him back with a yank. He repeated this motion, not allowing for any breaks as he continued his hip movements.

Mine moaned with each and every thrust down, tears beginning to well up in his eyes both from the sheer pressure of the cock forcing itself down his throat and the addictive taste. Even the scent, which threatened to overwhelm his senses every time his nose would get buried in Kiryu’s crotch, had an effect on Mine’s behavior, his grip on Kiryu’s legs slipping down to instead place his hands nicely on his own lap, treating touching Kiryu anywhere like it was a privilege.

It was about time, Kiryu thought deep inside his head, and for once, he didn’t feel inclined to dismiss it. It was clear that Mine was enjoying it, so it’s not like he had too much to worry about.

Proving his point further, he heard Ryuji speak, a knowing, aroused grin appearing on his face.

“Still think we were takin’ too long?” Ryuji asked, a deliberate sneer blending in with the lustful husk he took on.

If he could, Mine would respond with something along the lines of 'no, I admit I was wrong', humble enough to do so. Or, more accurately, he would go on some dazed rant like some lowly cock-whore about how the cock was so big, and how it tasted and smelled so good that it infiltrated his every thought. Thank god he couldn’t respond with words. That way, Mine altered for shaking his head, never tearing his eyes away from Kiryu, hoping that the both of them got the hint. Hell, part of him even found it demented on how they didn’t go any further when they had the chance.

“Mmh…” Mine hummed out alongside his nodding, shivering in bliss when Kiryu’s grip tightened.

As for Kiryu, he couldn’t even begin to describe what he was feeling, practically on cloud nine as he stopped thrusting momentarily to allow himself to actually feel the unnervingly realistic sensations. Having your dick sucked by a cunning man was one thing, but to have three men suck your dick? Kiryu almost couldn’t believe it, the concept completely foreign to him. And as taboo as this should’ve been, and as much as he should be condemning himself for dreaming about this in the first place—let alone not attempt to wake himself up—he just couldn’t help himself, especially when said three men were actually really fucking good at what they were doing. It almost made Kiryu wonder if they had done this with other men before their deaths took place?

No. He couldn’t think like that. This dream was already shameful enough, adding onto it would just make matters worse…Well, the thought of it had a shiver creep up Kiryu’s spine in excitement, and with Mine’s soft lips wrapped around his cock—gagging on it, no less—it was like shame wasn’t a thing that Kiryu could experience. Especially when he was right on the edge of cumming for a third time.

Continuing his paused stiletto thrusts, Kiryu sped up his movements with renewed passion, bringing out more higher pitched groans and gags from the former lieutenant below. For someone like him, he didn’t expect him to be so loud.

“F-Fuck, take it—“ Kiryu husked out, his movements speeding up and his balls hitting lewdly against Mine’s chin. “Keep sucking me like that, oh,” His words came off strained and tight when he felt himself coming to another climax, not even bothering to hold himself back. Shit, just a few more—

Unable to withhold himself anymore, a sharp groan was heard from Kiryu as he came for a third time down Mine’s throat, noticing how he didn’t even need to hold him down, in order for him to gulp down the generous amount of seed. Mine moaned to himself, eyebrows furrowing in concentration to make sure he got every drop, continuing to bob his head slowly as if milking the cock for more. He kept himself planted for a minute or two, enjoying the sounds of Kiryu’s hoarse panting and his suppressed whimpers from the aftershocks.

Only then, when the orgasm fully stopped, did Mine pull away, sharp pants escaping his drool-slick lips. Swallowing again for good measure, he came down from the intensity of it all, blinking heavily.

“Mine—“

“Wait,” He ordered, waving a hand dismissively, the nerve. His chest heaved, his lips parted as if wanting to take Kiryu’s cock down his mouth another time, but he held himself back, altering for clearing his throat with a small cough. “That was…mngh…You taste good, Kiryu...” Like before, he got a little bashful, shifting back and almost hissing to himself over his own erection trapped within the confinements of his pants.

There was more that Mine wanted to say, Kiryu could tell, but by the glossy, tear-stricken look in his eyes, that practically told Kiryu that he was currently out of it to properly form an articulate response.

Flabbergasted by his words, Kiryu stammered, trying to get his words out. “A…Ah. Thank you,” He mumbled sheepishly.

Well, at least the three of them got a taste of him now, and as much as he wasn’t expecting it, they were noticeably way more compliant than before this whole thing happened. They still had that furrowed, frustrated expression that should’ve had him reconsidering his thought process lingering slightly in their demeanor, but the look of pure lust in their once cruel eyes and the hot, bothered panting told Kiryu everything that he needed to know. Perhaps they’d be able to suck him off again without arguing over his cock? Besides, he still didn’t feel tired, weirdly enough. And with their supposed skills, he figured that they’d work extremely well together by pleasuring him further, focusing on only him and disregarding their own set of goals. Shit, that would been hot.

“How…How the fuck are ya still hard?” Ryuji’s gruff voice cut through Kiryu’s thoughts, replacing it with another question in his head. The dream should’ve ended by now, having put the three foes in their place…for the most part. It sounded like they had a bit of a grudge in them still. Ryuji continued, the tone mingling between his usual cocky confidence and genuine bafflement. “Ya can’t be that turned on by this, can ya?”

“Mm…This is probably the most action he’s ever gotten. I can’t blame him for being so excited.” The reply from Nishiki would sound like a compliment, if it weren’t for the clear snark and passive aggressiveness in his voice, wording it like there was a double entendre. To make matters worse; he laid a gentle kiss on the glans, seeing just how pent-up and attention-seeking it was.

“Or will have,” Mine added, talking as if he wasn’t getting deepthroated a few seconds ago. “I don’t think a lot of people would gravitate towards older men.”

For the record, 55 wasn’t that old. And even then, Kiryu had a general understanding on how there was, in fact, a decently sized demographic for older men these days—so much so that there was even a term for it, that he had forgotten the name of—so it’s not like he had anything to worry about in the sense of that.

Still, they were all acting like a bunch of snide assholes.

“Come on, it has nothing to do with that,” Kiryu responded, ignoring the way his cock subtlety pulsed with need for heat. “A lot of men my age still have sexual encounters like this.”

Ryuji let out a 'pfft', holding in a laugh. “Awright, awright, sure. That’s what they all say.”

There was nothing more Kiryu wanted than to be annoyed at the remarks directed at him…Okay, scratch that, it definitely wasn’t the main thing he wanted right now, but having these stop would be nice. However, it was hard to concentrate with Nishiki’s lips brushing against his tip, leaving continuous little kisses every chance he got. It was purely made to be infuriating; to push Kiryu to the very edge in an experiment to see exactly how he would react. It didn’t make matters easier when Ryuji moved himself to get closer to Kiryu’s balls, nuzzling into the sack and proceeding to scrape his teeth very lightly against the wrinkled skin, smirking to himself over the pleasured flinch in response. Being the only one not doing anything, Mine leaned in and simply began leaving kitten licks around the side of the shaft, specifically targeting the prominent veins, taking everything in him to not lose his last sense of control.

Unlike their previous, desperate and craved sucking, here, they were simply just leaving tantalizing little touches on the cock, purely intended to drive him up the wall. Or they just liked seeing his patience break piece by piece under the pressure. Probably both, Kiryu dawned in on.

Credit where credit was due; they were very patient with what they were doing. Kiryu could make out the desperation in their expressions to stop fucking around and indulge in their growing needs.

He could feel their hot panting against his genitalia, and if Kiryu was hearing right, he could both hear and feel occasional whispers coming from them. If he had to guess, it was something along the lines of 'so big', or, if he was being bold, 'tastes so good' was another answer. A mantra of swearing was also possible. Maybe it was a case of them not being able to come up with any proper means of praise from how good it was.

As much as the sight of his three former rivals relishing in the taste and overall sight of his cock—treating it as though it were its own separate entity, rather than something attached to Kiryu—should turn him on, it did the opposite. All it did was invite more thoughts of him wanting to grab them by the waist and fuck each of them senseless right there, until they were whining and felt their minds breaking under the presence of the man who beat them in battle, admitting defeat. And these teasing little licks and fondles they were currently doing was not helping those thoughts fade away, only further intensifying them.

“You look frustrated,” Mine stated abruptly. No signs of any upset could be laced back to his voice, only that same monotone that he managed to regain, even if it sounded a little breathier and whorish than usual. “Is this not to your standards, Kiryu?”

Yes, was the first response that came to mind, letting them off gently and thus dragging this on further until Kiryu snapped, which was obviously their goal. Maybe, was another option, and he was close to opening his mouth to vocalize it, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that they would probably get more pissed off at that, rather than answering with a simple no; the ambiguousness of it just proving as, if not more, cowardly than the first option.

So, he opted for something more stern.

“You can do better than that,” was his response. Theirs was to slow down or come to a halt altogether on their taunting attention.

“Hm?” Nishiki took his attention away from the cock, taking a moment to gaze at Kiryu, not even lasting a few seconds before it drifted back down again. He bit his lip at the sight, a small smirk on his face. “In what way, Kiryu?”

A purr could be heard in his voice. He knew exactly what game he was fucking playing at. He pressed his tongue against the sensitive slit, further intensifying that want.

He opened his mouth to speak, a guttural moan cutting his own voice off when he felt Ryuji fondle his other testicle with such intensity, still continuing his rhythmic sucks and soft pulling of the thin, delicate skin. It was almost enough for him to see stars, especially when combined with the additional attention from Nishiki and Mine. With a shaky sigh however, Kiryu continued, trailing on his words for a while.

“I…” God, he couldn’t believe he was saying this. “I want to fuck you,” His answer was a lot more blunt than intended, the delivery like a harsh punch compared to his more awkward attempts. “All three of you.”

With the obvious now no longer under wraps, the trio’s behavior became a tad more excited, akin to how they were when Kiryu first showed off his cock to them. He could practically see them connecting the dots fast and their hearts skipping a beat, acknowledging that Kiryu in fact wasn’t going to stop at just having them kneel before him, pleasuring his hard rod. But even then, he could see a rare glimpse of barely-masked nervousness, it finally hitting them that they were about to get fucked by the Dragon of Dojima; someone, dare say, stronger than them. Whilst it was obvious that all three of the foes were more than willing to his offer, stubbornness and—if Kiryu were to use more kinky terms—brattiness held them back on outright saying it. Kiryu would have to be a downright imbecile to not see that coming.

“Hah…Is that so?” Ryuji chuckled, although it was obvious that he was up for the challenge, by the way his signature half-smirk intensified. “Y’sure ya can keep up?”

They were tough nuts to crack—but not entirely impossible. If the scent and just sucking Kiryu off was enough to get them temporarily weakened and flustered, then he couldn’t see why they wouldn’t act more like that when he would be thrusting his cock into their probablytight holes. Also, if anyone knew how to awaken that side of them, it’s him. And what a perfect opportunity he was given to make it happen.

“Yeah. I’m certain,” Kiryu replied back. “I should be asking that to you three, actually.” He raised an eyebrow, giving them that one final chance to back out. “Because I’m not going to be gentle.”

Of course, with this being a dream, he was aware that they wouldn’t turn him down.

“I think we can handle whatever you have in mind,” Mine shot back, before his scowl softened, his lips trailing against the shaft to take in more of the taste. “Besides, I…I do want to know how it would feel inside of me.” Despite his typical frown, his voice quivered with a sigh, almost dreamily, as if imagining it right now.

“Is that right?” Kiryu hummed. “Well, I’d be happy to give you three what you want.”

“And what do we want, Kiryu?” Ryuji tested, depriving Kiryu of feeling his balls fondled and sucked on, by moving back.

A dangerous question; what did they want. One wrong answer or misinterpretation could have him completely overpowered again. Treading carefully was an option, but the dragon didn’t have time for such a thing, especially when he had the answer dangling right in front of his face. When he thought of a more firm response to Ryuji’s question, he spoke on it, unperturbed on sounding too mean or not.

“Exactly what I said. I think you’ve just waiting on an excuse to have me this whole time,” Kiryu explained, harsher than usual, even for him. “I can give it to you. I can give it until you can’t even walk and can’t think about anything other than worshipping my cock further.”

It was something Kiryu wouldn’t normally say, for a multitude of reasons, although, he had to admit that the effect the reply had on them was humorous as it was captivating. If the scene weren’t so seductive and far-fetched, Kiryu would even go out of his way to call it cute, by how drawn they were to his cock. He knew that they were a little hazy from the intensity of sucking his cock, but fuck, he wasn’t expecting them to ever be that into something attached to him, dream or not. Any sort of fake bravado or uplifted ego crumbled heavily under the weight that his presence held, much less his words. It was clear that they were craving a deep-seated, repressed itch to be scratched—one that only Kiryu could ease.

Blush coated their perspiring cheeks, noticeably getting more relaxed as any form of bitterness was temporarily smoothed over. The promise of getting fucked by such a large cock was too tempting to resist, the offer lingering heavily in the air. It was a no-brainer that they would agree, after already having a taste of it and knowing how good it was for the bare minimum.

Kiryu had them like three deadly insects caught on a spiders web, and he wasn’t sure if he should applaud himself for accomplishing such a task, or severely question his morals and respect.

…That was a problem for when he woke up, he concluded. For now though, he would take this moment to indulge himself in a rare treat meant entirely for him.

Nishiki eventually snapped out of his trance and chuckled, amused. “By all means, Kiryu.” He slowly stood himself up, his knees bucking slightly from kneeling down so long. From his line of vision, he saw both Ryuji and Mine stand up as well, but he didn’t concern himself with them, keeping his eyes trained onto the self-proclaimed top. Moving his hands down, he began slowly undoing the buttons on his double-breasted suit, his fingers working delicately at the material. His movements were slow, purposeful, trying to make a show out of it. Soon as that was undone, he shrugged it off carefully, the white fabric pooling down to his elbows. It eventually dropped, and before Kiryu could expect more, Nishiki paused the flirtatious performance to instead daringly smirk at him.

Nishiki spoke again, a dangerous coo to his otherwise seductive and amorous tone. “Show us what you’ve got.”