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Sometimes, Atsushi wondered what it was like to have a normal relationship with his coworkers. You know, the kind of relationship that didn’t involve favors being traded like currency and turning up when asked only to find out that the favor being cashed in involved, uh, adult activities.
“Dazai-san,” Atsushi said, a little more breathless than he wanted to admit because while he wasn’t doing really any of the work here he was getting an excellent viewing angle for his dick disappearing into Dazai’s very red, very wet hole. “Are you, uh, are you all right?”
Dazai arched his back, sinking down onto Atsushi fully before looking over his shoulder at him, pupils dilated and face flushed with the effort. “I’m doing just fine, Atsushi-kun,” he said, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. “Your cock is fantastic, it’s good and thick.”
Atsushi let out a little moan, and covered the lower portion of his face, abdominal muscles clenching and trying hard not to go off like a pistol. Dazai didn’t seem bothered in the slightest, leaning forward and rising some off of Atsushi’s dick so that he could tap two fingers under Chuuya’s chin, forcing him to look up at them both. “How about you, my little slug-san? Enjoying the show?”
Chuuya snarled wordlessly, and there was enough venom laced in the tone that it made Atsushi jump, both hands gripped tight to Dazai’s thighs. Dazai wasn’t put out by this, though he only pulled his fingers back when it seemed like Chuuya might actually attempt to bite them off. “Oh he’s not nearly jealous enough yet,” Dazai exhaled, and resumed fucking himself quite enthusiastically on Atsushi’s cock.
It felt - well, frankly amazing although Atsushi was doing his level best not to think about it too much because his dick was currently planted very firmly up into Dazai’s mesmerizing hole and the last thing he needed was to become addicted to this. Especially because he was quite sure that Chuuya was thinking up new and creative ways to end his entire life and if he knew one thing it was that he probably couldn’t take an executive from the Port Mafia solo, never mind with his dick hanging out.
Dazai pushed his hand back through his hair, arms held over his head for a moment to show off his lithe form as he rocked on Atsushi. “What are you gonna do when he comes, Chuuya?” Dazai asked languidly, rocking on his knees. “I already have another man’s dick inside me, and you’re just going to watch while he pumps me so full of his cum I won’t be able to think straight?”
“Dazai,” Chuuya’s voice was a low growl, his handcuffs creaking ominously.
“You’re not allowed to lay a finger on Atsushi-kun.” Dazai’s tone was sing-song, he was clearly enjoying himself far too much. “He’s going to paint my insides white, Chuuya, just like you like to, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Atsushi bit his bottom lip, fingers digging into Dazai’s thighs, just above where the bandages started, and Dazai laughed, got even more vigorous with his bouncing and really all Atsushi could do at this point was just hang on, because he was going to come and come hard. “D-Dazai-san,” Atsushi said through clenched teeth and Dazai grinned, shifting his position just enough so that Atsushi’s cock pressed right against his prostate. Atsushi went off like a fire hose, moaning loud as his hips jerked through the orgasm.
Dazai, notably, didn’t come - but through his post-orgasm haze Atsushi heard the distinct sound of Chuuya snapping his handcuffs in two. “Ah ah ah,” Dazai cautioned, but Chuuya said loudly and breathlessly, “seriously, fuck you, Dazai,” and picked Dazai up off Atsushi’s cock like he weighed nothing at all.
The noise that erupted from Dazai as Chuuya slammed into him, pushing his face into the mattress beside Atsushi was frankly the most obscene thing he’d heard so far - followed quickly by the violent, loud squelching of Chuuya fucking into Dazai and Atsushi’s come frothing free from his abused hole. It was the most embarrassingly lewd noise he’d ever heard but neither of them seemed to notice; Dazai moaning like a cat in heat and Chuuya very focused on fucking the life out of him.
Atsushi thumped his head back into the mattress and covered his face with one hand as Dazai came loudly, shaking the entire bed with it, and muttered to himself, “no more favors, ever.”