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The last thing Ken expects to hear when he enters the storage room is moaning—especially when it’s abundantly clear that it’s Kazutoshi. A pang of jealousy attacks his heart. He should be the only one coaxing those noises from him.
“Take it, whore.” He doesn’t recognize that voice. It’s deep, masculine, and sounds older than any of the students. Roughly 40s-50s, if he had to wager a guess. Who the hell is that?
Ken peeks around the crates and stored goods, careful to not be seen, and is met by someone he’s never met fucking Kazutoshi. The mysterious man is dressed in a lab coat. Kazutoshi is gagged, his legs and arms ziptied into a very uncomfortable-looking position. His jeans are on the floor and tears streak down his face.
Ken sees red. He’s supposed to be doing that to him. Not whoever the hell this guy is.
Before he realizes it, his knuckles hurt. He’s punched him in the face. “Who the fuck are you?” he all-but-screams.
The mysterious man glares at him but doesn’t say a word. He pulls out of Kazutoshi, some of his come spilling from his cunt; Kazutoshi cringes at the feeling.
“If either of you tell anyone about this,” the man says, pulling up his pants, “there will be serious consequences.” It’s a ridiculous sight, quite honestly. He takes his leave as quickly as possible. Good luck getting out of here without anyone else here noticing you, Ken thinks.
Bizarre experience.
The soft sounds of Kazutoshi’s muffled sobs fill the room. Ken is quick to remove the cloth gag, soaked with saliva and tears, from his mouth.
“Th-thank you,” Kazutoshi chokes out, voice a little hoarse. He wipes tears from his eyes. His cunt is completely dry, save for the mystery man’s semen; receiving penetration must have been painful.
“Y-yeah.” Ken bends to grab his jeans, then pauses. Taking Kazutoshi’s virginity was meant to be his job and no one else’s. Not whoever that was. His come is still inside him. Once again, he sees red.
He needs to claim his territory.
“I can’t believe this…” Kazutoshi mumbles. His legs are still spread. There’s only one thing for Ken to do.
Ken gets onto his knees and shoves his face into Kazutoshi’s pussy. He strains all the muscles in his tongue licking at his slit as intensely as he can, moving the mystery man’s come from one place to another.
“What—” Kazutoshi is cut off by a loud moan erupting from the very back of his throat. His bound legs squirm. “Stop!”
Ken ignores his plea. He laps at him like a starving dog, swallowing down the come as soon as it comes into contact with his mouth. He cleans him out diligently, as if it were his job. In a way, it is. Kazutoshi wiggles around helplessly.
“Stop,” Kazutoshi repeats. His hands, bound behind his back, fight uselessly against his restraints. “Ken, why are you doing this?”
Satisfied that he’s clean of that man’s seed, Ken removes his mouth. “I…” He slips two fingers into Kazutoshi, who throws his head back. “I need to do this. I have to.”
“No you– ngh, no you don’t!” Kazutoshi’s hips wiggle around. That is a mistake on his part; it allows Ken to start fingering him at a better angle. He curls his fingers upward and practically massages his g-spot, making him sob. Despite the minimal time he’s been stimulated, Kazutoshi’s cunt is already dripping wet. A sense of pride swells in Ken’s chest.
“When it was him,” Ken begins, “I saw you were so dry. Y-you were when I put my mouth on you, too. But now you’re so, so wet. Do you like this?”
“No! Get your hands off me!” Kazutoshi’s sobs grow harder. His cheeks are soaked, as are his thighs.
Ken plants a hand on one leg; his muscles there are incredibly tight. He surmises it’s the same in the rest of his body, if the stiff look of him is anything to go by. Ken thinks he’s absolutely beautiful. Perhaps it’s the jealousy talking, but he’s never wanted him more than he does at the moment.
“I love you,” Ken murmurs. He leans in and places sweet kisses all along his face; Kazutoshi tries (and fails) to flinch away. “So much.”
“No you fucking don’t,” Kazutoshi spits.
“Y-you’re perfect,” Ken says. He means it more than he ever could. He runs a hand over Kazutoshi’s clothed chest; he’ll have to remove his binder before he gets too carried away. Rough sex with a binder on is deeply unsafe.
He’d never want to hurt Kazutoshi.
Ken briefly removes his hand and gets to work at removing his layers; he has to maneuver his body around, because Kazutoshi is not particularly cooperative. Once his binder is over his head, he returns to fingering him. His other hand toys with a soft breast.
“I hate you,” Kazutoshi says quietly. Ken knows he doesn’t mean it, especially not with the way his body is reacting. Kazutoshi wants this just as much as he does. He just won’t admit it. Maybe he’s just embarrassed about what happened earlier.
Ken kisses his face again, then trails down his neck and to his tits. Kazutoshi groans with every thrust of his fingers, voice going all high and delightfully whiny when they curl and hit his g-spot repeatedly. His thumb rubs his clit gently, though at a quick pace.
This entire time, Ken has barely acknowledged his own needs. He’s rock hard underneath his dress pants. That’ll change soon enough. He needs to make sure he’s worked open enough; he doesn’t want to injure him.
“D-do you like this?” Ken asks. “Am I doing better than him?”
“Fuck you.” Ken will take that as a yes. After all, Kazutoshi’s muscles are gradually relaxing because Ken is making him feel wonderful. He’s likely okay to be fucked now. Ken’s heart flutters at that thought, taking his fingers out slowly and taking a step back to undress himself partially.
As expected, his cock stands at full mast. Kazutoshi sputters and thrashes around at the sight, though Ken isn’t particularly big by any means.
Ken uses one hand to prop up Kazutoshi’s hips, the other one guiding his cock to his entrance. He slowly, carefully, pushes inside.
“Mmm…” Kazutoshi hums. He’s looking away, something very fascinating to him at the wall. It couldn’t be that Ken is doing something horrible to him and he’s upset about it. Not at all.
“I love you.” Ken grabs Kazutoshi’s shoulders with one hand and his chin in the other and kisses his spit-slick lips. “You’re so warm. And so wet.” He feels like heaven. Ken’s hips start to thrust, in and out, chasing every inch of pleasure Kazutoshi’s body could provide him. “Do you like this?”
Kazutoshi doesn’t respond. That’s alright; Ken can talk enough for the both of them.
“They want me to kill you right now,” Ken murmurs. “I know they’re watching. He’s probably watching. But I could never, ever hurt you. I love you so much. You mean everything to me.” There’s not a single falsehood in any single word. Kazutoshi is his entire world.
He looks beautiful like this. He looks beautiful at all times, but there’s something magical about him like this: speared on Ken’s cock, hair a mess, drooling, even his wet cheeks. Ken kisses him there again.
“Stop doing that,” Kazutoshi says quietly. That hurts just a little bit. He doesn’t mean it, Ken knows.
For a not insignificant amount of time, no one says a word. Kazutoshi’s head lolls to the side and he makes the sweetest noises. Ken’s hips move faster and faster, trying to get more and more out of him before either of them crash. It’s music to him. He could listen to nothing but Kazutoshi’s moans and whines and be perfectly content for the rest of his life.
Maybe he could do that, if they get out of here.
“Shit,” Kazutoshi curses, high-pitched. So precious. Ken adores him.
“Am I making you feel good?” Ken asks, hand wandering to his breasts.
“No.”
Ken snaps his hips repeatedly, digging the head of his cock straight into Kazutoshi’s g-spot. Kazutoshi’s eyes go wide, something akin to a scream getting ripped from his throat.
“A-am I making you feel good?” Ken repeats, a little bit firmer.
“Yes!” Kazutoshi sobs. “Ah, fuck, shit–!” His legs tremble, his body shakes, and out of his pussy comes something watery. Vaginal ejaculate. Ken will commit that to memory. As happens when his heart rate spikes, Kazutoshi’s eyes roll to the back of his head and his entire body, already quite lax, goes limp. He’s out like a light.
Ken chooses to chase his own orgasm, then. He’s too deep in the throes of pleasure not to. Luckily, Kazutoshi’s current visage and the smooth friction of his cunt is enough to coax one of him. He comes deep within Kazutoshi’s walls, marking him, claiming him as his and his alone, no one else’s.
If only he had a plug of some sort for him. He’d love to keep it inside of him for longer.
Ken slowly pulls out of him and then, cock out and everything, begins searching through the storage room. He’d seen something in here the first time he’d investigated that caught his attention. He needs to find it as quick as possible, before anything bad might happen.
Kazutoshi’s groans echo throughout the storage room, then the subtle sound of him moving around in his restraints.
“I-I’ll get you out soon!” Ken says reassuringly. “First, I have to…” There it is.
A bottle of Plan B. He spills a pill into his palm and goes to Kazutoshi. He wrenches his jaw open with his fingers, shoves the pill into his mouth, and then gently massages his throat to encourage him to swallow.
Ken unties him, rubbing his wrists and ankles to ease any pain, then pulls him close.
“I love you.”