The framer shivered, feeling entirely too exposed with the thin, black lace-lined straps clinging to his tattooed shoulders, the box collar baring every inch of his collarbone. It felt so... strange, a mix of lace and mesh and linen, clinging to his skin too tightly to be considered natural. He wasn't even sure if he liked it- just added to the already thick aura of awkwardness that surrounded him as he stood in front of Keon's door.
His hand scratched the back of his neck absently, fingers of the other tugging down the hem of the dress that had slid up too high for his liking. The tattoos on his thighs were showing too well, even in the dim lighting of the hallway. Anakin blinked, choked back his nervousness, eyelids fluttering as he pushed his knuckles against the door lightly. There was a sound of harsh footsteps, the toggle of a lock, and then nothing... nothing but the door swinging open.
He was greeted by warm eyes, soft golden locks, and a look of sheer surprise by Keon.
"Uh... yeah. Keon. Nanashi said that... well, I don't fucking know. Can I come in?"
Keon snorted in amusement, leaning in to grab the ginger's hand. He looked.. absolutely ravishing to say the least, draped in a black-red dress that hugged his slender frame too perfectly for words to describe.. Akivya was almost going to have to step up his game at this point, Anakin pulled off crossdressing way too well. "What did Nanashi tell you?" He teased, opening the door just enough for the man to step forward, chuckling in amusement at the way Anakin hides his head in shame.
He curiously eyed the older man on the bed, trying not to let the ginger realize what he was doing.. Keon had to hand it to Nan, he was excellent at convincing people to do what he wanted them to do.. The man most likely had this planned from the start. And now, after seeing their framer dressed like this, he doubted he could blame him. It took everything he had to not jump his bones and fuck him raw.
"You look beautiful," he whispered, rolling his eyes at the sudden blush Anakin gave him. The consigliere seemed to notice this too, smirking in amusement as he quietly got off of the bed. Keon hovered closer, locking his lips with Anakin's before whispering, "The things we'll do to you..."
He had to muffle a startled gasp when he saw Nanashi sitting on the bed, staring at him with a look that, had it not been Nanashi, he might've placed easily- it wasn't that hard to read, but seeing it on the older man's face was just a bit too startling for Anakin to grasp, still struggling to push down the embarrassment he had at the fact that he was wearing a fucking dress and he hadn't even known that this... whatever this was... was going to happen. It was shocking, really, causing him to give a quick glance to his feet, trying to avert his gaze from Keon to hide the red on his cheeks the best he could.
Just because you're dressed like a girl doesn't mean you have to act like this , Anakin reminded himself, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the disguiser, before the words suddenly seemed to hit him, all too late for realization and yet so abrupt he could barely fathom the fact that he'd just said... that. "What are... I mean... you... I... fuck. Fuck this. I shouldn't have..."
The twenty nine year old couldn't keep himself from spluttering, biting down on his lip to try and cover up the words that he wanted to say. Even if it was Nanashi and Keon... together, in the same room... it was usually better to just stay quiet during things like this. He'd figured that out in the past- no emotion and no expression and...
And then Keon's lips were smashing against his and somehow Nanashi's arms were around his waist, standing next to him so quickly that the framer hadn't even realized he was there, his skin tingling at the sheer fact of how... bare it was, eyes meeting his lover's for only a few brief seconds before looking down, giving a frown. "You... you like it, yeah, man? I... Nanashi said...you know. You were into it."
"I say a lot of things," Nanashi acknowledged, pressing light kisses to his exposed collar bone. "Doesn't necessarily mean I'm being truthful... though, this time.." he let his hand roam and grope Anakin's small ass, chuckling at how suddenly stiff the boy had become. "Swear I'm being truthful.. would never miss a chance like this to see you so perfect.."
The disguiser smiled down at Anakin for a brief moment, giving one last final look over his small dress. Leading them both back over to the bed, he couldn't resist a cheesy, "I love you," into Anakin's ear before helping lower him onto the bed. Underneath the two of them, he looked so impossibly small.. red faced, breathing quickly, and close to actually shaking. It was almost too hot to watch him undo like this, wanting to just tear off his dress and devour him whole.. it felt almost against his entire character to continue holding back.
Looking at Nanashi, he leaned in to capture the older man's pale lips into his own. The two of them had very quickly grown close lately, focusing primarily on their only real interest- Anakin. It wasn't hard to like someone that loved the same person he did. Plus.. the whole complete social asshole look wasn't too unattractive, he'd gladly fuck him if it wasn't for Anakin. Feeling the man kiss him back, he wrapped his hands around his neck for several long minutes before pulling away and turning his head down to the flustered Anakin. His face had somehow grown even more shocked, lip quivering at the sudden declaration of affection. He could almost laugh.
"On the bed, Ana," Nanashi directed, smirking at how quick the boy was at doing as he said. Nodding satisfied, he simply said, "Spread your legs.. you want us to fuck you at once or take turns?"
It was hot- watching Keon seal lips with Nanashi, sliding his tongue over the older man's lip, pushing into his mouth with a tiny groan of pleasure, arm tangling around the consigliere's neck. And then Nanashi was kissing him back and pulling away and turning to him and Anakin was so startled he couldn't even remember how to do anything- speak or move, really, just looking at him and giving a nod to whatever had been said, able to feel the flush scarlet feeling of a blush on his cheeks as he looked down at his dress once more before sighing.
Giving a tiny glare to the older man, he almost hesitated on doing as he said, but very slowly let his thighs slip apart, legs falling to the side enough to accommodate a person between them, his head almost spinning as he looked back up to his two lovers. The framer had so much he wanted to say- wasn't even sure there were words enough for it, and there certainly didn't seem to be any words left in him.
"Just want you," he choked out. "Don't be such a fucking tease, man." He thinks the words are shakier than what he's used to, more than they even should be, and it almost makes the redhead want to cringe at the sound of his own voice. "Come on. Fuck." It's a quick snap of words, Anakin's head too impossibly light, enough that he barely remembers sliding his legs apart further, head tilting back against the pillows quickly as he tried to keep himself stable, hold back from getting any more excited than he already was.
Nanashi chuckled, moving his hand forward to lift up the skirt of the dress and flip it on his stomach. Lifting a brow, he whispered, "No panties? Didn't think you'd follow through on that.. very happy you did.." before letting his hand curl around his erected cock, smirking at the moans that escaped his lips. He looked like an absolute mess, still completely red faced and shivering underneath them. It was almost too comical.
The youngest of the three slowly made his way up near Anakin's front torso, pressing light kisses to his collarbone when he finally did so. Settling in next to Anakin's head, he undid his pants buckle and unleashed his throbbing cock. "Anakin," he kissed his lips, teasing the chapped part of his lips with his tongue. "Decide, sweetheart.. take us both in your ass, or one at a time.." again, his hands brush back red hair. "C'mon, decide.. I'm so fucking horny."
Anakin almost immediately bit down on his lip, trying to cover up the moans that were spilling loose from his mouth as Nanashi's fingers teased his cock lightly, running up and down the shaft in a manner that could only be considered teasing, causing the ginger to quickly tense up in embarrassment, half tempted to push his lover away. But then Keon's lips were on his, tongue tracing over the chapped skin, tasting him, and Anakin barely was able to keep him hips from bucking forward against Nanashi's hand, eyes slipping back with an uncontrollable shudder.
"I c-can't..." he managed to choke out, looking up at Keon with an unfortunate red shading his cheeks far too brightly to be covered up. Anakin wasn't quite sure why he was so flustered all of a sudden- was it just the position he was in? The fact he was wearing a dress? The fact that he kinda maybe sorta wanted this more than he should?
Biting down on his lip, he let a hand curl around the back of Keon's head, fingers combing through golden locks as another shiver ran up his spine, Nanashi's fingers having gone to trace along the inside of his thighs, softly brushing over ink-stained white skin, taunting. Anakin frowned, unamused, attempting to struggle at the position, only to be kept completely still by Keon's form atop his.
"Fuck-" he hissed, noting the younger man's freed cock pressing against his leg, too hard for it to even seem real. "I... yeah. Fuck... I want you both... I just... I swear to god if you fucking laugh."
Keon resisted the urge to chuckle, nodding to the amused consigliere who nodded back, slowly helping turning Anakin on his stomach. The boy moaned underneath him, muttering something they couldn't quite understand. Still.. the way his body wiggled, moaning at every little touch.. Keon had no trouble admitting that he found this absolutely hot.
Watching Nanashi spread his firm asscheeks apart, using his fingers to tease his entrance, Keon leaned down to help slick the man up, using his fingers to spread him apart and slide his wet tongue inside of him. A shiver went down Anakin's back, moaning deeply, attempting to look back at the two of them before getting pushed back on the bed by Nanashi.
"Don't look.." Nanashi scolded, slapping his thigh harshly, dipping his hand down to undo his pants and slowly pulling Keon away from his entrance. He forced himself in first, ignoring the loud groans escaping Anakin's pale lips. "You're so fucking tight.." he muttered, looking down expectantly. "I can't wait to fucking ruin your asshole."
He wanted to see them. It was almost infuriating to be turned over like this, feeling their touches and caresses and fingers, unable to focus on anything else but the way nails dug into his hips and slick digits slid inside of him, curling and stretching until Anakin couldn't hold the moans back anymore. And then he could feel it, Nanashi, impossibly hard with his unsteady hands gripping the redhead's hips, pulling his body back against him until Anakin's thighs spread further, almost instinctively, a long moan parting from his lips.
Nanashi was fucking huge. Not that he hadn't known that before, but seeing and feeling were two different things, and Anakin could barely support himself, legs all but going weak underneath him at the first feeling of intrusion. Then his muscles were locking, spine rigid and tense as he arched backward, throwing his head forward with a gasp he's half-embarrassed to admit was his. Hesitantly, the framer tried to look back up to Keon, only for his hair to be grabbed, head tugged up until his neck was completely exposed.
"Nan- Nanashi… f-fuck… y-you're so…" he could barely force the words out, hands shaking as they attempted to reach out to Keon, slowly trying to pull the blonde closer to him. "You don't know how much I've imagined this, shit… being… spread open for you to just take and take. Nanashi, Keon, please- I… I need more." Before he could stop himself, his fingers were curling around Keon's back, Nanashi having pulled Anakin's body up until he was half-sitting, with Nanashi at his back, head tilted at an awkward angle and thighs spread so delicately and so well.
Is he even going to fit? Anakin couldn't help but worry- it was too goddamn much, and the way Keon was staring at him only made him want to shiver more, Nanashi's breath hot against his ear, knuckles tracing over the exposed side of his neck gently. "Wait- wait, I don't know if I- fuck, if we can…"
Nanashi growled, thrusting his hips forward roughly, effectively hitting the boy's prostate. He had so many fun ideas that he could wait to put in place.. ideas that involved tying the man up, fucking him, degrading his ginger ass.. fuck, he was excited to see his whole plan finally come to life. Waiting for Anakin to finally grow a set took forever, but it was going to be worth it now. "Don't talk," he leaned in, pulling Anakin's hair back until his neck was completely exposed and he could force his tongue down his throat. Anakin bit down on his tongue, groaning from how rough he was. "Be a good little bitch and stay quiet for us.. I'll punish you if I hear you speak anymore.."
With that being said, Keon took Nanashi's hand away from the red heads locks and graced his lips on his. "Just be quiet," he said quietly, smiling almost. "You'll like it.. promise."
He didn't wait for a response, moving his head in for Anakin to take in whole, gently thrusting his hips. Keon didn't know which he'd prefer more- gentle, passion filled blowjob, or plain out aggressive fucking. They were both so tempting, very fucking hot for him to imagine. Anakin seemed comforted about his gentleness, at least, pressing soft kisses to his exposed thighs before returning to taking his cock in his mouth. This all was turning way too hot for him.. he wondered if Akivya would be pissed that he missed this.
"Fuck-" Nanashi shouted breaking his train of thought, forcing him to focus on how quick he was fucking the framer now. Thrusting against his tight asshole, Nanashi wasn't sure exactly how close he was, but he could already feel the tightness growing quickly inside of him. "Such a good girl.. such a tight asshole, almost impossible for me not to get off."
He was half tempted to shout at Nanashi- force himself away from the man, try and get in some sort of retort, but the look on Keon's face was telling him to do anything but. Anakin couldn't refrain from shaking, the sudden tingling sensation that started in his thighs creeping up through the rest of his body, bracing his hands on the disguiser's legs as he tilted his head back, slipping forward to take in the entirety of Keon's length with a small hum. His nails practically scratched at Keon's skin, trying to keep himself steady as Nanashi's thrusts only escalated in pace, so fucking fast that the ginger wasn't even sure he could keep up with it.
And then he did the absolute last thing he probably should've, his hand pushing at Nanashi's arm around his waist, awkwardly, unable to keep a somewhat shrill cry from escaping his lips as he pushed himself back against the man, rutting his ass against Nanashi's hips, his hand trying to cling to the man only to be forced down with a loud hiss and some insult that didn't quite reach Anakin's ears. The framer's legs felt entirely broken, exhausted and barely able to move, his mouth sliding off of Keon's cock and head tilting back, trying to grab the youngest man and pull him closer-
"Pl-" there was a resounding smack that accompanied his attempt to talk, only causing Anakin to give a dissatisfied groan, squirming in the consigliere's grip, feeling Keon angling his legs apart even further so he could join Nanashi, and I don't know how this is gonna fucking work, not gonna, fuck, I can't take anymore, it's too much, I fucking swear-
The framer had to bite his lip to muffle his words, his eyes flying wide at the feeling of Keon's length pushing against his stretched rim just as Nanashi's had previously, trying to grab hold of the younger man as he tugged him closer, moaning. "Ke-" a sudden thrust shocked him out of it again, the heat flaring up in the pit of Anakin's gut as well as a growing pain, something that ran through his whole body and made him want to scream in agony, thighs falling loosely on either side of the disguiser's hips.
He felt so fucking full. And it hurt, hurt so goddamn bad that Anakin did let out a scream, head falling against Nanashi's shoulder uncomfortably, trying not to speak, no matter how much he wanted, because he really did just want to scream- "Fuck!"
At the same time it left his mouth, there was a hand fisting in his hair and jerking his head back and he could feel a sudden warmth spreading inside his ass, thick and wet and too hard to erase from his memory, making him feel even more embarrassed, his entire being exhausted and yet still craving more, wanting to be pounded , came inside of, talked down to and filled like a filthy goddamn whore and just…
It was too much.
Keon tried to be gentle, thrusts trying to be slow and ease to buck against, though failed when he felt Anakin's tight asshole trying to desperately push the two of them out. He wasn't sure if Nanashi was going to bite his head off for going so slow- seeing as he was absolutely losing his shit with Anakin, but assumed he was safe for the most part. His own real focus was honestly coming. He felt so hard, harder than he's felt in a long time, almost desperate to empty himself inside the man now. The tightness in his scrotum was unbearable… Nanashi's loud, aggressive dirty talk didn't seem to help at all.
Nanashi was leaning into the red head's ear, biting the soft cartilage of his ear teasingly. "Yeah? You like it when we fuck you like this, Ana? Go on.. tell your master how much you love being fucked in the ass, want to be filled by my thick, girthy cock. You love sucking off Keon, don't you? Wish you were Akivya, huh? Able to practically suck his dick whenever you wanted.. never seen you so eager to suck one before.." he bit down harder than he did before, hissing, "Filthy little slut, you are.. can't wait to make you admit it."
Trying to draw a response from him is cheating.. Rolling his eyes, Keon leaned down to press a kiss to Anakin's back, trying to show him some support from Nanashi's teasing. He really had no objections to his teasing, but.. he wondered how far Nan would actually go with teasing the man. Almost considered telling him off.
"Keon.." Nanashi raised a brow at him, looking almost expectedly at him, leaning away from the long mess of hickies on Anakin's bare shoulders. "Mark him."
The way Nanashi was talking made Anakin's skin go cold, a feeling of something almost crawling down his spine, hips arching forward and head tilting back as his hands scrabbled for hold of Nanashi- Keon- anyone or anything. "N-Nanashi… Nan, fuck… I…" Anakin's words were cut off by a sudden low, guttural moan from Keon, his eyes going wide as he felt the younger man's release shooting out, filling him even further, only making him want to quiver and pull him closer.
Anakin tried to keep himself still, focusing on the rapid beat of his heart in his ears and the way Nanashi's breath hit his ear, practically shaking when he finally chokes out, " Yes, Nanashi… I fucking- I need more, please, more, I want to be claimed, fuck me until I can't speak, I want to cum all over myself- fuck, I hate you, I hate… more. Keon…" the framer isn't quite sure how desperate he looks, tugging Keon closer until he could pull his mouth to his neck. "Fucking mark me, babe… I need you."
Nanashi bit down hard on Anakin's neck, close to actually growling. This was becoming exciting. "You spoke."
There was a small whimpering sound from Anakin, shivering as he pulled out roughly and managed himself off the bed. He could barely walk in a straight line, erected cock still leaking the last remaining bits of precum from the tip of his head and against his stomach. The fact that Anakin had gone against his only rule so very quickly.. it made him feel so excited, wanting to force him to keep talking and be a brat.. just the thought of being able to completely humiliate the boy in front of the boy's crush.. it was making him so fucking hot.
Keon removed himself from Anakin's ass after a second, sliding next to Anakin's head to help support his head tenderly. Placing sweet, passionate kisses to the top of his head while wiping spare cum from his cheeks, he whispered, "Just come quickly, Ana.. don't drag it on."
Nanashi turned around, taking out a small black case from the large bookshelf and moved back to the bed. The fact that Keon was continuing to try and comfort the boy so affectionately almost was enough to trigger something like rage inside of him.. even worse when Anakin returned his numerous kisses. He refused to allow himself to suddenly become jealous though, no.. not right now. Later. Later when he and Anakin were completely alone and he could take his frustration off on him.
"'kay love birds," he whistled, grabbing the back of Anakin's hair and forcing him to look back at him. "I have a present for you.. a little bit of a punishment, but I don't think you'll mind.. no. You never do. Keon?"
A punishment? The thought only caused a half quirk of Anakin's lips, feeling Nanashi's fingers pulling at his hair, a hand gripping his jaw and forcing his head up until their eyes met and the framer's cheeks grew red again, looking away. He could already tell- what Nanashi was thinking. More so, what he wanted- how he felt. Anakin wanted to pull him closer, snog the shit out of him, but he didn't think it would be very appreciated- or likely, right now.
He wanted to say something, but instead, the ginger just bit his lip, raising an eyebrow as he stared at the dark-haired man, sliding the case onto the bed and flipping it open to reveal what he had already been convinced Nanashi had brought- for someone who identified as asexual, he certainly had a fucking arsenal of things.
The hand previously on his cheek teased through his hair, brushing through thick red locks and pushing them away, feathery touches against the side of his cheek, fingers running over the pale skin next to his eye. Anakin couldn't help moaning, looking up at Nanashi with an expression he wasn't even attempting to hide, biting his lip in a way Nanashi might've considered sultry as he pushed his hips forward. "Nan… please."
Nanashi shook his head mockingly, turning his head to nod towards Keon. "Tie him up."
Nodding hesitantly, Keon took out four leather straps from the nightstand and began tying Anakin's ankles to the bed, stopping at his wrists for a short moment. Glancing down towards Anakin, he leaned over to return taking Nanashi in his mouth, frowning at how quickly the man tries to push him away before coming to terms with it. There lacks a certain sense of passion or even desire to keep going which greatly disturbs Keon- if Nan wanted to only focus on Anakin, he should've said something. It felt awkward to focus solely on one person and not equally on everyone.
Then there was a hand on his lower back, closer to the Asian man with a bit too much strength than needed. Nanashi gave a quick glance to Anakin, snorting in a amusement at his tired, desperate face. Forcing Keon onto his lap, he sucked on the soft area of his neck, tongue moving over teeth mark indentations. It was almost humorous how excited Keon was, moaning his name and rutting against his stomach. It was hot, if a little desperate for attention.
Slowly pushing the taller blonde from him, he whispered, "Pick one."
Anakin couldn't help shivering, looking up to Nanashi, letting his eyes flit between his two lovers, legs trembling ever so slightly in their fixed position, spread and ankles tied down. It was uncomfortable- too much so, enough that he wanted to shiver more, ask to be let go, wasn't sure what exactly to do other than lie there. He didn't want to talk- wasn't sure if talking would change anything, thought it might make it worse, even. But then again, he couldn't deny how much he enjoyed the feeling of being so helpless, at Nanashi's mercy- and Keon's. It was strange, really- he shouldn't enjoy it so much…
"Nanashi?" He asked, voice small and almost raw, not wanting to look at the man even as the sound of an almost plea bled through into his tone, squirming slightly in an attempt to get some sort of ground even with the bondage. He knew it was futile, really- Nanashi was always so good about everything, about details, and Anakin couldn't do anything but shiver as he saw Keon looking through the black case, hand roaming. "Keon…" he tried again, only to be shushed harshly, a hand pressing over his mouth. Keon looked almost desperate, cheeks red, glancing to Nanashi every few seconds… it was strange, really, but almost… attractive?
Nanashi ran a hand down Anakin's thick red hair, letting him rest his head on his thigh as Keon forced his legs apart, the plug resting tightly in his shaky hands. He was almost worried about him hurting Ana on accident, but he tried to think better of the man. "Keon, if you're so shaky, I can insert the toy if you want."
The man shook his head, looking down uncertain at the butt plug. He rarely ever used them with Akivya or with Anakin… yeah, he was a firm believer in using toys and other sorts of equipments in sex to make it better, but he really got into the big hype with them. There was a terrifying thought that he was going to end up just hurting his beloved lover, which frankly, terrified him. "N-no.. I have it. Just- whatever, y'know? Don't use these things… like, ever."
He tried to be reassuring to Anakin, teasing his entrance gently before sliding in the plug into him, switching it on with the remote. Anakin briefly looked at him weakly, before closing eyes and releasing a deep moan immediately when he felt the plug expanding. Keon tried to smile at him, running his hands over the dress, leaning in to kiss his bare shoulders. "Yeah? You like that, Ana? I have two more.. gonna have so much fun.. love you, love seeing you like this."
He couldn't even help it- the long, almost embarrassing moans that were sliding past his lips, his eyes shutting as his hands shook in their restraints almost too much so. Anakin's legs were shaking, every movement only succeeding in making his body spasm, shiver running down his spine. He wanted to grab them- say something, anything, but all the framer could focus on was how much it was growing in size, filling him more and more thoroughly, pushing against his walls until he wanted to scream.
And then the moans, whimpers, almost cries for more were seeping out of him, tensing and relaxing and tensing again, fingers clawing at the leather ropes as his eyes met Keon's, wide, blush shading his cheeks so deeply. "Keon- Keon, please- I'm… I'm gonna- fuck, nngh, need more, want to be filled, Nanashi-"
Nanashi shook his head at the man, forcing Anakin's head up as he jerked his cock until it was half hard again. "Since you can't seem to be quiet, let's have something to help you be more motivated, hm?" Forcing his cock in his mouth, he turned his head back to Keon. "Use the other one. I want him to be filled."
Keon licked his lips gingerly, carefully pulling the toy from his ass, unsure of what he was referring to. The way that Anakin was sucking on Nanashi was his only real focus right now, barely paying attention when he grabbed the appropriate plug and slid it into the man awkwardly, flipping it on without a word. He was so fucking horny again, wanting so much to just force himself inside Anakin's mouth while he sucked him and Nan off.
Fuck. Fuck, I- Nanashi- Anakin could hardly think, letting the end of the consigliere's thick length bump against the back of his throat, cheeks sucking in air desperately as he let his tongue trail over the shaft, teasing the corners of the man's tip. It was so much, all at once- enough that he wanted to choke, could barely focus on what was being said, his hands twitching. He wanted to grab onto Nanashi's thighs, force the older man to slow down, because fuck, his head hurt now, was too hazy with pleasure, and the way the raven haired man kept fucking his face, relentlessly and without end, made him want to fucking collapse.
But then all of a sudden he could feel something filling him, a sticky liquid that only made Anakin's breath catch, a harsh moan leaving his throat, eyes going wide at the feeling of what damn near could've been cum soaking his insides. Before he had a chance to react, the feeling came again, the framer's head tilting back to hit the pillow, back arching and hips pushing forward as long cries formed around Nanashi's cock. And then there was a hand in his hair, fisting in red tangles, and he was looking up at Keon, practically pleading him with his eyes.
It must've been so wrong, the ginger said to himself, so wrong that he wanted more, because before he could blink, Nanashi's seed was spilling over into his mouth, pleasure soaking his tongue and sliding down the back of his throat, and his ass was clenching up and tightening and trying to suck the plug in further as another wave was pushing through him and there was fucking release in him again, his own cock coming undone too rapidly for words, mouth open and almost slackjawed when Nanashi pulled away from him, caressing his cheek teasingly.
"Such a good little whore," Nanashi teased, caressing his cheek with the side of his hand, wiping away the spare release from the side of his mouth. "Mhm, how much cum can you possibly take before you break completely, baby? You able to take on Keon and let the plug fill you up some more?" He snickered, tapping the boy's ass harshly. "Don't tell me you can't take anymore.. we both know you can take quite a bit on. Mmhm.. Maybe Keon and I can both fuck your mouth? You've always liked a challenge, desperate little slut, huh?"
Motioning for Keon to remove the toy, he simply said, "Wanna use the big one on him. Fist him. Gonna need to be prepared better.. his tight little ass won't be able to take it even if he wanted to."
He couldn't speak. It was like all the words had just dried up in his throat, becoming nothing more than gurgled moans and harsh whimpers, trying to get Nanashi to quit ignoring him by arching his back, pushing himself forward so needily, as if it could somehow say everything he couldn't. Anakin wanted to cry- thought he would, from the sheer desperation, if he hadn't felt the feeling of the plug being removed and fingers pushing against his opening again, sliding in one at a time, and he isn't even sure he can take more, has already been filled and degraded and taken so many times it's hurting him to think.
The redhead moans, looking up at Nanashi, barely able to nod his head at the notion of taking them both in his mouth, letting them mark him more and shove their pleasure down his throat until his lips are dripping with white and his own drool- he isn't even sure they aren't, really, thinks it's been far too much to take in and he can't focus, can't see, just wants more, needs something inside his mouth and inside his ass, because if he doesn't get more he's going to goddamn burst.
And then the fingers are more and more, spreading him further and further and there's a fucking hand in him and he's crying out, thinks he might be pleading, head tilted to the side to face the wall, not wanting to see the look on Nanashi's face right now. Because holy shit holy shit he's fucking fisting me yes yes I can't take anything more fuck it's so hot too stretched too much- please, Nanashi, Keon, please… All Anakin manages are some long, almost delicious cries that are completely wordless, just hoping they'll understand...
Nanashi couldn't help letting a deep moan of his own, lips moving down to kiss Anakin's lower back, fingertips trailing over the rim of his asshole in the right places. He almost contemplated forcing his fingers in to tease him more.. but Keon had fucking mountains for hands and there was no fucking way he'd ever actually get a single digit in there. Even if he tried hard.
"Fuck," he said, forcing fingers to curl around his ginger locks and make him look at him. Anakin looked so desperate.. eyes close to tears, drool and cum leaking down his red face. It actually made him feel horny just looking at him. "Such a good girl, aren't you? Takin' Keon's fist so easily.. you like it, don't you? 'bout to come? Say it. Tell Keon what a desperate whore you are for more of him, about how fucking pathetic you are. Don't keep him waiting now."
He tapped the bottom of his jaw, leaning in closer, "I'll spank you if you don't."
The framer moaned, barely able to focus on Nanashi's words, unable to acknowledge anything other than Keon's hand inside him, his body stretching out so uncomfortably around his fist. Every movement only made him tense, back arching and hips bucking against the younger man, eyes wide. It was so goddamn good, each movement pushing against his walls and hitting his prostate perfectly, making tremors run through his body and near screams leave his mouth.
"Nngh- ah… y-yeah… I'm a f-filthy fucking slut, Keon, so… so needy to be fucked and c-came in, just wanna take your f-fist, cock, all of you… nn, I need… Nan. P-please…"
Before Anakin could even acknowledge the sadistic smirk on his face, Nanashi had brought down his hand against his soiled ass, red covering his ass as soon as skin met skin. He looked back up to the man, lip quivering practically. "You didn't thank him."
And then he was untying the ropes harshly, Keon removing his hand from him, before dragging Anakin off of the bed until his knees were against the side of the bed and ass rightfully in the air for all to see. Nanashi trailed a hand down his thighs, chuckling at the amount of cum that dripped and leaked from his sore asshole. Fuck- he wondered how well the kid would hold up in the meeting, if he'd even be able to sit.. the raven haired man was almost excited to find out.
Nanashi leaned in again. "Such a naughty little bitch.. Won't even follow directions.." he broke away, going back over to the closet to take out a long, thick paddle and tease the wood over the edges of his ass. "I want you to apologize, Ana.. thank me, ask for me to punish you more for being so fucking disobedient. Maybe you'll actually behave after this."
He was shaking, almost shivering, wasn't even sure if it was from anticipation or humiliation. All Anakin could focus on was how sore everything suddenly was, how his legs felt like they were going to slide out from under him at any given moment, how his ass felt like it had been torn in two, how he didn't think he could even fuckin' walk at this point… and then he felt the slick wood slamming against his body and he was arching, tensing up, gasping for breath, didn't even know what he should say…
"T-thank you, Nanashi… thank you! I n-need… yes… I deserve to be punished!" The paddle hit his ass again, a resounding smacking sound, before it hit again and he could feel the fire against his nerves, unable to hold himself up anymore on his shaking arms. The man let his head fall forward, barely managing another "Tha-thank… I… more, please, m-more, I…" his voice sounded so weak, the ginger thought, slipping out breathless and high pitched, more like whispers than actual words anymore…
"Nanashi, I'm sorry, please-"
Nanashi dropped the paddle on the ground at the sound of Anakin's voice. Anakin had stopped unexpectedly, cum exploding from his cock and body completely shaking. It seemed like he had finally collapsed. Pity. They didn't even to get to be sucked off. Oh well , he thought, this was only the start of his plan. They'd have many, many different opportunities to do what they wanted. Looking up at Keon, he let hands settle around his waist to help the taller man push him up.
"Finally," he licked his lips briefly, curling around Anakin's limp form, massaging Anakin's back for a moment. "Took you awhile.. fuck, I didn't think you had it in you to act this way. Not that I'm complaining. This was fucking hot.."
Keon awkwardly spoke up, crashing down next to the ginger, pressing a kiss forehead. "You were great, babe.." brushing back hair from his face, he relaxed his head on his chest. "Can't wait to are how well you do in the meeting.."
"M...meeting…?" Anakin barely managed to get out the word, eyes flitting between the disguiser's and consigliere's rather rapidly, sucking in a quick breath, before seemingly deciding against making words. Burying his face into Keon's chest, the redhead gave a tiny sigh, attempting to move, only for a painful ache to crawl up his back, making him almost want to cry. This is fucking embarrassing.
"I…" his word was cut off by Nanashi's lips pressing emphatically against his, effectively silencing the words that were attempting to part from his lips. Anakin could already feel another blush growing on his cheeks, but tried to put it out of his mind as he pushed his head into Nanashi's chest, curling up against the older man. He didn't want to go anywhere, not really- all the framer wanted to do was lie in bed and not move for a few days.
I don't even think I can move… Anakin's eyes flitted up to Nanashi, biting his lip briefly. "Um… Nan… I… fuck, I don't know how to say this… but I don't think… you know, that I can walk now."
"I figured that.." two plugs, two dicks simultaneously along with it again two more times, and a whole fucking fist in your ass will do that to you, babe.
He let his hand run through his hair again, chuckling at how red the boy had suddenly gotten. The poor thing was probably going to be sore for days.. they'd be better off limiting how much sex they were going to do until he healed a little more. Still.. he hadn't quite expected for himself or Anakin get this far.. he thought for sure that they'd both pass out by the time it came to using the plugs. It almost felt like an accomplishment of some sort that they both managed to do this.
"Rest for now, baby," he said, ignoring the fact that Keon had somehow managed to fall asleep already. "We'll clean ya up and carry ya if you need it.. you're going to love what I have in store for you."
"I'm not going," Anakin said, firmly, from where he was lying against the bedsheets, dressed back in the clothes he'd been wearing before this entire… mess had happened, barely glancing up to the two men standing opposite him. "Seriously," he added, when Keon raised an eyebrow at him, attempting to move just enough to keep his back from cramping up again, letting loose a tiny curse when it had the opposite effect. "I'm not- I can't, I just… they can't see me like this."
He isn't sure if he imagines the half-smirk Nanashi gives at that, quickly aiming a glare to their consigliere, before looking back up to the door. "You should go… I mean…" a shiver runs through his body when he finally manages to meet eyes with the older man, suddenly cold for an unknown reason. And… yeah, maybe there was some part of Anakin that wanted the others to see- that just wanted to be with Nanashi and Keon in public, or whatever, but that was too embarrassing to admit. Though still, the framer couldn't prevent his cheeks from reddening at the thought. "I… you know I love you… but I… fuck, I don't know. You understand?"
"All meetings are mandatory, Ana," Nanashi teasingly wagged a finger at the taller man, slipping on his jacket. "Don't worry, baby.. no one's gonna notice you underneath the table as long as you're quiet.. Keon's done it a shit amount of times with Akivya.. you'll be fucking fine. Besides.." he kissed his lips again, chuckling. "You'll love it.. you liked it when we fucked you DP style.. you'll like it even more when you're sucking us both off. Please?"
"You don't have to, Ana," Keon reassured him from the dresser. "If you don't want to.. we're not gonna be mad. We want you to get off to this too. We can do something else.. I have some dresses and vibrating plugs you can put on, if you so want.."
The redness in his cheeks only seemed to spread, reaching a hand up to run through his hair awkwardly, looking over at his lovers who each wore an expression that seemed more than smug. Anakin wasn't sure if he should bother saying anything else- if they were just going to insist anyway, then… what was the point?
He shut his eyes, quickly, before nodding to them. He tried to keep his expression neutral, lips pursed and eyes downcast, so as not to betray any of the internal anxiety he was almost feeling. Just… they liked it, right? They liked it, and they wanted him to do something sexual for them at the meeting, and… it was worth it. Right? Definitely, completely worth it.
But it didn't help that everything still hurt, and that the man wasn't even sure he could move yet, stuck as he attempted to roll onto his side with a long, pained groan. "Just… help? I… I'll fuckin' do it or whatever. I don't really care."
Keon helped the smaller man onto his knees, comforting hands squeezing his shoulders. It was settled- all he had to do was suck them both off quietly and after the meeting was over, they'd carry him back to his room for cuddles and whatever else they thought was appropriate.
"Just be quiet," he pressed a quick kiss to his forehead, undoing his belt for the man. "It'll be over before you know it.. try not to moan when you're swallowing us again.. don't wanna get caught, yeah?"
All the older man could really think to do was nod, averting his eyes from Keon's, mentally regretting the decision already, especially when he heard the footsteps of the other members entering, could see their shoes from where he was beneath the table. It hurt so goddamn bad to be on his knees like this, so much that Anakin wasn't even sure he'd be able to support himself as he leaned forward to take Keon into his mouth.
He tried to focus on this the best he could- not on something (anything) else, that could've made him give a noise he didn't want so freely, instead thinking about how thick Keon's cock felt in his throat, how far his mouth had to open to slide around Nanashi's length, far too long for him to take without it hitting the back of his throat. Even if it almost made him want to gag (which he'd done, a number of times back in the beginning of their relationship), it was better than thinking about Jaina, Vita, Akivya, Julian, Gioia… any of them, looking under the table and hearing him.
And then he was taking Keon into his mouth again and letting his tongue flick over every bump and vein along the side of his cock, flicking his tongue about the tip until he could feel sticky, almost salty cum leaking down his throat, his teeth gritting as he pulled back to muffle any noises that might've accidentally been emitted, sliding his hands along Nanashi's thighs before resting his head against the older man's lap, still able to feel the release he'd swallowed on his cheeks and the older man's thighs. Anakin let out breathless gasps of air, trying not to move, even though he could only imagine it was making Nanashi uncomfortable. Still, he only wanted it to be over- it had to be over soon, right? Couldn't keep going… not any longer…
Nanashi's hips were moving forward, trying to control the pressure building on his stomach from Anakin's hot breath and sudden swallowing down on his thick cock. It was completely inappropriate.. and it felt so fucking hot. Getting blow off by Anakin in the meeting, there was.. something like a euphoria just running through his veins. There were so many things he wanted to do right now.. force him to strip off all his clothes, masturbate, fuck.. there was even the thought of him fingering Anakin's tight asshole the best he could. All his thoughts made him feel fucking hot as fuck.. he wanted desperately to make him do something like it.
His hand slipped down under the table, tangling in with Anakin's ginger locks, forcing him to deep throat him once more. Fuck- he wanted to force him to swallow every ounce of his release.. Nanashi was too horny to care about getting caught at this point.. no one had even looked in their general direction for a minute.. they weren't going to get caught.
A moan was trying to slip from his lips- triggered entirely from the fact that he now had cum running down his cock and thighs. This was still perfect to him- too perfect, he was so fucking turned on by the fact that Anakin had just successfully brought them both to orgasm in such short timing.. Maybe he'd have him do this more often.