"I have a headache already." Daisuke pouted and sighed. Looking down at his math book, another sigh resounded. The problems were too difficult. He had always been average. But this was different.
"C'mon, Dai. We're not even done the second question!" His 'master' proclaimed loudly. The reporter roughly jabbed him in the stomach, and though a whine of refusal wailed, Takeshi gave another.
Satoshi watched from the sidelines, anger growing rapidly on his face. Why was he touching Daisuke? Sure, they had agreed to study at Hiwatari's apartment, due to chores at both Niwa and Takeshi's house undone, but that did not mean Takeshi had approval to touch Niwa.
By the second question, Saehara had managed to meander Daisuke's body "accidentally". He was blantantly flirting, however, leave it to the innocent one to be the prey. Being perverted and unrelentless proved to accent Takeshi's bluntness even more so.
"Here, take these. It'll help your head ache." Takeshi plopped two pink pills in Daisuke's hand and passed a cup of water. Swallowing the pills, Niwa turned back to his math book, hoping the medicine would take the horrible thing away.
"I think we're done..." Daisuke mumbled, wiping his eyes while closing his book. His partners followed suit. Satoshi sat on his bed, content with the knowledge that his room was cleaner than Takeshi's, one more reason Niwa would like him better, without servants of any nature.
Niwa joined the commander, wrappng himself in blankets and resting against a pillow. Takeshi watched the two impatiently.
"Are you alright?" Satoshi asked, quickly putting his hand against the other's forehead. Finding the heat startling, he immediately pulled away. "Niwa, you have a high fever."
"I'm just feeling weird..." He drawled into the pillow.
"Water?" Though the reporter was already placing the cup to Niwa's lips. Drinking with little sips, aware that the water slid down his throat cooly, leaving a sought for sensation, Dasiuke began to drink greedily. Takeshi snuck his hand behind the redhead, grasping it forcefully.
Coughing out water, Daisuke reacted immediately, "Ah!"
Satoshi turned in surprise. That was a very loud and indecent moan. And it came from Daisuke. He watched Takeshi withdrawing his hand, barely keeping a grin off his face.
"N-no! Don't stop!" Niwa pled, a feral look glued to his eyes. He placed his gaze on Satoshi, begging him.
"What did you give him?" The commander snarled.
Takeshi shrugged his shoulders and smirked, "Daisuke's begging you. Are you gonna let 'im suffer?"
"Niwa, we should bring you to the emergency room." Satoshi got up from his bed, handing Daisuke his jacket, and retreiving his own.
"No!" The boy nearly shrieked. Recieving Satoshi's appalled face at the outburst, Niwa quickly explained, "I'm not sick. I just.... feel really hot... I-I mean I... want...."
The sentence ended with a slur of words. Takeshi leaned foreward, "You want what?"
With a blush Daisuke hesitantly finished, "I want to be touched..."
"Well, you can't ignore that." Takeshi smirked wider, digging his lusting eyes into Hiwatari.
The teen dragged his hand across Niwa's face, earning a zealous moan, and felt himself responding to the other's enhanced sensations. "P-Please." Daisuke pushed his cheek against Hiwatari's palm and accepted the commander's lips when he connected them in an unsteady kiss.
Daisuke eagerly opened his mouth, tangling their tongues in a seizure of desire. Takeshi subtly unbuttoned Satoshi's shirt, allowing himself an introspective look. The Niwa let out a dangerously sexual noise though Hiwatari worked to digest that as well. Satisfied with his plot, Takeshi unhinged Daisuke's shirt; Satoshi trading the boy's mouth for his newly exposed niples.
Saliva trailed from his mouth to chest but that did not stall Niwa. Only drove him more.
Brutally, Daisuke forced Satoshi back to his lips, though the sensations South were a little less than mind blowing, as long as the motions weren't going further South there was no need. Takeshi pleasantly enjoyed the show of tongues clashing, young adolescents groping and grinding for more friction, yet found merely watching was not enough.
To begin his own pleasure, he retrieved a bottle of lotion on a nearby table, that would hopefully get used, artfully loosened both of the fevered males' pants in front of him, and unbuttoned his own. Having thier pants undone seemed like a gift from the Gods, from Satan for all they cared, and granted Hiwatari access to Daisuke's wanton anatomy.
"Dai... You're mouth looks lonely..." Takeshi implied with a smirk. Catching an angry look from Satoshi and a pleading one from Daisuke, for the older teen had stopped kissing him when the pants were no longer a hinderance. Niwa, very eagerly, accepted the reporter's cock into his mouth, wondered by the frenzy of being suffocated for the second time, though this experience allowed less control. Debilitating yet arousing.
Hiwatari growled yet did nothing to stop this. How could he stop someone for doing the same thing he had done? He was not a hipocrit and would not start to be one. So he did not watch, but felt the bed shake with every thrust and heard every gag following. Ignoring this, Satoshi pressed his member together with Niwa's, pleased by the lewd sounds accompanying his choking.
"Mm... Dai... Doesn't your ass feel lonely now?" Saehara suggested impishly. Through many noises of sexual exploitation, Niwa managed crippled consent. Just from that, Satoshi could feel himself grow harder, adding another half inch to his seven. Daisuke obviously felt the pleasure coursing through his partner and moaned louder, as if two cocks weren't enough.
"You can't ignore that... He wants it from behind." Takeshi slyly pointed to the bottle of ointment conveniently posed next to Hiwatari. Observing that one hand was too difficult to control, Takeshi administered a glob into Hiwatari's hand. The commander noticed the glint of keen eyes drowned in lust. Pushing the image out of his mind, Satoshi nudged a coated finger inside Niwa's twitching entrance and watched as his debache form arched from the bed and cried aloud.
"Don't bite. Don't bite..." An urgent voice though no actions came with it.
Satoshi sneered at Takeshi's pathetic plea and whispered, "Bite if you feel like it."
"Yea... If you wanna have everyone knowing about Dark.... You know how that's gonna turn out."
A dull whining joined Daisuke's act to suck more, harder. Takeshi smiled. At bliss with how much power he was sanctioned.
Snarling to himelf, Satoshi shoved a second finger in, a bit surprised by how avid Niwa's hole accepted it. Another adulterated pitch radiated from Daisuke as the boy arched again. "Ugh... I'm gonna cum... Swallow it, Dai..." Takeshi murmered.
Satoshi had an instant urge to push the reporter away and steal Niwa's mouth for his own, but ignored this whim when the consequence of Dark's identity popped up. It wouldn't bother him, but Daisuke's reaction would be heart wrenching.
Knowing that if this didn't end by the time Takeshi was done, he would have even stranger things for them to try, so Satoshi forced his fist faster, attempting to carry Niwa over the edge to be nullified in a worst case scenario. He stroked the boy's nipples sloppily with his tongue, driving his fingers deeper and faster.
Daisuke clenched around the commander's fingers, donning a fresh coat of human fluids on the teens chest, as Takeshi groaned and spilled his seed down Niwa's grateful throat.
With the two scantilatingly lewd people satified, Hiwatari rested on the bed, against the wall, when Takeshi's eyes landed on him.
"You haven't..."
Daisuke peeked up and filled in the blank; with desirous intentions the boy creeped foreward. "Niwa, that's unneccessary."
"Like hell it is." Saehara smiled, an honest, enthusiastic xpression. Then Satoshi realized what he was planning. As both males equally peeled off the layers of blankets Hiwatari wrapped his lower portion up in to hide himself, he was at a loss when two tongues darted out and smoothed the coals under his skin.
Satoshi opened his legs more, allowing Takeshi to swallow him whole, after ordering Niwa to aid his sac. It felt like being swathed in moist muscles, bathed in adoration and seduction. Hiwatari looked down, witnessing Daisuke swaying his hips longingly, and as if Takeshi could read his mind, he grabbed a handful of goodness, slipping in a finger or two.
This made Daisuke lick harder, focusing on this one task while being pleasured from behind. Satoshi could feel his thought process diminishing, a normal occurance when Takeshi and Niwa were involved. Yet it still made him feel defenseless.
Though as his thoughts ebbed, a single question remained in his head. When was that pill going to wear off? He got the sudden depiction of Niwa realizing what he was doing, looking up with curious and wondrously innocent eyes, yet even more eager to continue. To experiment.
The idea traveled through Satoshi's blood stream, coursed to the most interesting build up of blood, and finding no where else to escape...
Muscles contracted, breathe hitched, heart stopped if only for a second. Silently, Hiwatari thrust upward, releasing all the estacy of the night on Takeshi and Niwa.
Breathing unevenly, Satotshi peered open with caution, instantly recognizing a similar event. However, when he opened his eyes, Niwa was wiping himself off with... a towel... that Takeshi must have planted. And the devious reporter zipped himself up and was waiting for the towel. Surprised at how calm Saehara was being, not showing any interest in further sexual actions, Hiwatari accepted that tiny piece.
Though inside Takeshi's mind he was plotting even more. "Just once more..."