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"Here, Ranpo-san."
Ranpo blinked as Atsushi handed him a small plastic remote. Three buttons on it, up, down, and an on/off. His eyes narrowed as the pieces of puzzle began to snap together in his head. "Why are you giving me this, Atsushi?" Ranpo asked.
Atsushi mischievously grinned. "Consider it as an invitation to play," he said.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Ranpo pressed the up button. And across the room, Dazai’s breath hitched.
Ranpo looked at Atsushi. "Dazai is a terrible influence on you."
Atsushi sweetly smiled. "You've mentioned that before."
Ranpo clicked the up button twice. Dazai let loose a small gasp, eyes fluttering closed for a brief second. A light blush scattered across his cheeks. No one else noticed except for Atsushi and Ranpo who were watching for it.
"You don't like to share," Ranpo said, watching Atsushi carefully.
There was a dark glitter in Atsushi’s eyes. A lot of people forgot that Atsushi was a tiger, a predator. No matter how sweet and kind Atsushi was (and he really was), it didn't change the fact that he was a powerful dominator. It was part of the reason why it drove Ranpo up the wall that no one seemed to understand that not only was Dazai and Atsushi’s relationship fine, but they should be worrying more about Dazai than Atsushi in it because based on what Ranpo had deduced, Atsushi was insatiable.
Ranpo had lost count over the last three years how many times Atsushi and Dazai had vanished, only to reappear with Dazai’s bandages rewrapped and faces faintly flushed. The only obvious evidence of what they had done even if Ranpo had picked up all the clues leading up to it.
"I don't," Atsushi said. "But we have been driving you up the wall with our teasing."
That was a bit of an understatement. Ranpo wasn’t willing to admit how many times the fantasy of what exactly Atsushi and Dazai were doing led to him wanking in the bathroom. Ranpo could only deduce the general actions they took, but his imagination helpfully filled out all the possible positions and noises they had probably made.
He knew damn well that Dazai bought that maid outfit. Did Dazai put it on and call Atsushi master? Probably. Did Atsushi make him clean while stuffed with vibrator? Probably. The possibilities were endless and Ranpo hated that his brain chased them all down. It was like a new sexual fantasy every day.
“Something like that,” Ranpo said dryly.
He notched the vibrator up one more level and watched as this time Dazai’s typing actually stopped and he swallowed thickly before continuing on. Kunikida didn’t even notice, too focused on his report.
“But,” Atsushi purred, leaning too close to Ranpo’s ear. “It’s rather hot to think about how you always know, are always watching us.”
Ranpo swallowed.
Atsushi stepped back, still smiling innocently.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ranpo was so fucking screwed.
That exact expression was why everyone thought Dazai was the one topping in the relationship when in reality it was Atsushi.
What else could he do but press the up button all the way? This time Dazai jerked in his seat, back straight like a steel rod, eyes half lid.
“I feel like I’m bullying him,” Ranpo said, unable to tear his eyes away from Dazai’s reactions.
Atsushi grinned. “Isn’t it wonderful?” he said with a soft sigh. “The best stress relief.”
His eyes crinkled shut. “Have fun playing, Ranpo-san,” he said with a tone of mischief. “But remember there’s no relief until the end of the day.”
Until the end of the day?
Ranpo’s pants were already tight, his cock straining uncomfortably.
And judging by Atsushi’s hot stare, he knew that too.
-.-.-
By lunch, Ranpo was going insane.
The temptation of playing with the remote didn’t go away and by now Ranpo had categorized 186 tiny different reactions from Dazai as Ranpo just turned the vibrator’s intensity up and down. Dazai just gave him a flirty smile with a knowing look.
Ranpo’s own skin felt hot, feeling Atsushi’s gaze follow him all day long. A chill went down Ranpo’s spine like he was a small animal being stalked by a predator. Atsushi knew he was watching and was enjoying watching him.
Ranpo’s heart was pounding in his ears and he couldn’t believe no one had noticed yet. Dazai, despite faint blush to his cheeks managed to always misdirect Kunikida, carrying with his antics like he didn’t have a vibrator up his ass. Oh he remained mostly seated, but his teasing of Kunikida was always spot on.
Atsushi fluttered around the office, finishing his report and filing it, helping Kyouka with her report and never failed to give Ranpo that innocent smile with a heated gaze.
There was no fucking way Ranpo was going to last until the end of the day.
Ranpo caught Atsushi’s wrist before Atsushi could disappear for lunch. “Atsushi, I want to go to my favorite cake shop,” he said, ignoring the electric charge when they touched.
“Oh!! I’ll come too!” Dazai said, draping himself over Atsushi.
Atsushi laughed. “Okay.”
As soon as they were downstairs, Ranpo whirled to glare at the both of them. “Your apartment. Now.”
Atsushi and Dazai mischievously smiled.
-.-.-
“I -ah- hate -ahh- you two,” Ranpo gasped out.
He moaned as Atsushi thrusted into him. Below him, Dazai gasped as the press from Atsushi caused Ranpo’s cock to slide deeper into him.
Dazai breathlessly laughed. “Isn’t it fun, Ranpo-san?” he teased, reaching to pinch Ranpo’s nipple.
Atsushi bite down on the junction of Ranpo’s neck and shoulder. He licked at the skin. “Much more fun,” Atsushi chirped.
“You two are menaces,” Ranpo groaned, hips rolling as Atsushi set a furious pace that Ranpo could only allow himself to be pushed along with. It was nothing like he imagined. The way Atsushi stretched him full, his girth wider than Ranpo expected, thrusting in a way that caused Ranpo to see stars. Dazai’s soft walls clenching his cock tight. Pleasure rocked Ranpo’s world. Atsushi nipped at his neck and shoulders, his vice-like grip on Ranpo’s hips. Dazai’s clever hands pulled on Ranpo’s nipples until they were red with abuse, before tugging at Ranpo’s hair.
Ranpo reached down to tug at Dazai’s cock, delighted at the way Dazai’s breath hitched and the way Dazai’s walls squeezed his cock tighter. He moaned as Atsushi hit his prostate, stretching him deliciously full.
“Close,” Dazai whined, back arching.
Ranpo pulled him harder, twisting and pulling his cock.
“Come,” Atsushi ordered.
And Ranpo’s pupils went wide with lust as Dazai came on command, spilling all over Ranpo’s hand. He moaned as Dazai clenched around his cock, thrusting in rhythm with Atsushi.
Atsushi pushed Ranpo down, pressing him flat against Dazai to change the angle.
Dazai pressed his mouth to Ranpo’s, kissing him deeply as Atsushi thrusted harder, pressing deeper.
Ranpo came, filling Dazai up with a groan. Every nerve firing, lighting up with pleasure, the best high Ranpo could have asked for. Atsushi’s thrusts went erratic and he came shortly after. Ranpo let out one more moan, feeling Atsushi’s hot cum spill inside of him.
He panted, shuddering as he felt the last of frustrations slip away.
“Better, Ranpo-san?” Dazai teased.
Ranpo harrumphed. “I suppose so.”
“Mmm,” Atsushi said, leaning down to press a kiss on Ranpo's shoulder. “Then are you up for another round?”
“Another round?” Ranpo asked, twisting his head to look back at him.
Atsushi gave him a toothy grin. “I told you relief wouldn’t come until the end of the day and we left early.” He squeezed Ranpo’s ass before giving it a slight smack. “That calls for a punishment, don’t you think?”
Ranpo’s throat went dry. His eyes went wide with desire. “Oh,” Ranpo said, voice strangled.
Dazai laughed. “No one ever really believes me when I say Atsushi has all the brilliant ideas in this relationship.”
Ranpo glared at him. “He learned it from you.”
“Perhaps! But I’m always surprised by what Atsushi chooses to do,” Dazai said with a grin.
Ranpo weighed his options. “What did you have in mind?” he asked.
Atsushi smiled innocently at him.
-.-.-
Torture.
That was what Atsushi had in mind.
Absolute fucking torture. Ranpo had been fucking played.
He allowed himself to be tied to the chair, hands tied behind the chair’s back, his legs tied to the chair's arms, forcing him to keep them open. A small vibrator had been pushed inside his hole with just a low buzz. Enough to stimulate, not enough for Ranpo to get off.
And then he was forced to watch.
Atsushi and Dazai put on a show that should have been put into a porno. It was better than anything Ranpo had previously imagined. The way Dazai fell apart in Atsushi’s hands. His skin turned a bright red as Atsushi bit and sucked, marking every bit of skin he could reach. Every lewd sound, the moans, the skins slapping and rubbing together, the way Dazai begged and pleaded. Atsushi words swung from positively filthy to sweet praises. He teased Dazai about how Ranpo was watching him fall apart and with every reaction that Atsushi liked, Atsushi rewarded him with praise.
Their gazes rarely left Ranpo, staring at him with heated sultry looks.
He watched as Dazai was facing him, face red. His mouth opened, tongue hanging out as he panted and moaned. His eyes half lidded with desire, never looking away from Ranpo. Dazai was perched on his elbows, the leash attached to the collar around his neck was the only thing holding his head up. Atsushi pulled on the leash tight as he was behind Dazai, fucking him, driving in Dazai like a jackhammer.
Not just once, not just twice, but three times, Dazai came. In a different position each time.
After the third time, Atsushi finally let go of the leash. Dazai fell forward, onto the bed, hair tousled and panting. He looked utterly debauched, face red as he looked directly at Ranpo. Atsushi’s cum was leaking out of his hole, dripping down his thighs.
Ranpo swallowed. His cock was heavy and hard, weeping with precum. He desperately wanted to touch himself. It was driving him insane to watch, to be watched.
“How are you doing, Ranpo-san?” Atsushi asked, wandering over to him.
He wrapped his fingers around Ranpo’s balls, tugging at them.
Ranpo moaned, trying to rut against Atsushi’s fingers. “Atsushi,” he whined. “Let me come.”
Atsushi hummed. “You have been a good boy,” Atsushi praised.
Ranpo’s breath hitched at the praise. Oh fuck. He was so fucked. He knew he had a thing for praise but this was all the more intense. His cock twitched, more precum spilling at the praise as a heady feeling overcame him.
Atsushi looked at him amused. “You have a praise kink too?” he asked, as he petted Ranpo’s hair.
“Yes,” Ranpo groaned. He was so close. “Not fair.”
“Oh, then should I leave you alone longer?” Atsushi teased him.
“Don’t you dare,” Ranpo said.
Atsushi smiled. His fingers circled the edge of Ranpo’s entrance and pulled out the vibe. Ranpo was achingly empty. “Then won’t you beg for it like a good boy?”
Ranpo broke.
“Please, Atsushi,” Ranpo begged. “I need your cock in me now. Let me come.”
“Good boy,” Atsushi purred as he rammed into Ranpo’s hole.
Ranpo threw his head back, feeling Atsushi fill him up again. He could barely believe that Atsushi still had this much stamina. Atsushi fucked with such vigor that the chair ominously creaked at the force.
As on edge as he was, it didn’t take long for Ranpo to come. It shamefully only took the first few thrusts. His cum spattered over his stomach, hot and sticky. But Atsushi didn’t stop his pace. Ranpo whimpered, tears prickling in the corner of his eyes as the pleasure took a sharp edge of pain, overstimulated.
“You’re taking me so well, Ranpo-san,” Atsushi sweetly praised.
Ranpo gasped at that praise, the world spinning as it narrowed down to the way Atsushi continued to thrust into him, the glide of Atsushi’s cock as he abused Ranpo’s hole, pressing up against his prostate and driving in deep.
Pain twisted back into pleasure as Ranpo felt his cock swell, getting hard again. “Ah~! Atsushi,” Ranpo moaned. The heat pooling in his stomach felt like it was going to explode, a coil about to release.
“Come with me, Ranpo-san,” Atsushi ordered. His voice ragged in the way that told Ranpo that he was close.
Ranpo came at the same time as Atsushi. He panted, vision swimming and body shuddering against the straps and ropes that held him in place.
Atsushi grinned, patting him on the head. “Good job, Ranpo-san,” he praised.
Ranpo moaned.
He was absolutely so fucked.
-.-.-
“Are you okay, Ranpo-san? You look like you’re having trouble walking.”
Ranpo turned to give Atsushi a withering glare. “And whose fault is that?” he asked dryly.
Their playtime had continued all the way into the next early morning hours before everyone was finally completely spent and exhausted. Ranpo didn’t even know he was capable of such stamina.
It was almost insulting that both Dazai and Atsushi looked perfectly fine.
(Mostly. Dazai looked like he was having an even harder time walking, though he was concealing it well.)
Dazai leaned close to press a kiss to Ranpo’s cheek. “Let us know if you want to play again, Ranpo-san,” he said cheekily.
“Or if you want something more serious,” Atsushi said with a smug grin.
“I have a second maid outfit, if you want to try that,” Dazai whispered in his ear.
Ranpo’s breath hitched, throat going dry.
He sputtered as Dazai darted into the office, Atsushi looking deeply amused following him.
Those two were going to drive him insane!