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“You want me to what?” Kento asked, a hint of disbelief peppered into his typical annoyed tone.
Yaga sighed before repeating his instruction. “I need you to watch them.”
The words still failed to click in the blond sorcerer’s mind. Why would he need to watch you and Satoru? You were both fully grown adults. His job entailed supervising students, not his immature colleagues. He continued walking down the hall next to his boss while trying to think of a scenario that would require this.
“I’m not understanding. What do you mean by watch them? As in…”
“As in watch them. There were some complications with their last mission. They need monitoring right now until we find a solution,” Yaga said.
Kento narrowed his eyes with increased frustration. Couldn’t he have started with the fact that the two of you were somehow indisposed? That would have made this conversation less convoluted.
“What kind of complications? Are they sick? Injured? Suffering some sort of shock or trauma?” he asked, going through the possibilities.
“Honestly… I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s probably easier if I just show you.”
And with that, he stopped in front of two wooden double doors. It looked as though he braced himself before pressing his palms to either one and pushing forward. The large barriers hissed as they slid open. Up until the last second, Kento still tried to imagine what could be wrong with the pair of you.
The two men took a couple steps forward into the room, one of the school’s unoccupied staff quarters. That’s when they caught sight of you and Satoru. Kento’s jaw dropped while Yaga’s cheeks reddened and his hand flew upward to rub his eyes.
You and the white-haired sorcerer occupied the couch in the corner of the room, but you weren’t sitting or leaned back with boredom as expected. Rather, you lay flat on your back while Satoru hovered above you. Your mouths locked together in a heated makeout session that looked like it’d been going a while. His hands glided all over your body, groping and squeezing your flesh. Your legs wrapped around his lean waist and kept him close as his hips rolled against yours over and over.
All of this shocked Kento given the fact that you and Satoru weren’t a couple as far as he knew. He’d never seen you interact with anything but fond professionalism (as much professionalism as Satoru could muster anyways). However, your passion for one another wasn’t the main thing that had Kento’s brows raised to the ceiling.
On top of each of your heads sat two canine-esque ears. Yours matched your hair color while his shined his signature snowy white. And to go with that, attached to Satoru’s backside was a white tail wagging in a flurry. He couldn’t see yours from this angle, but he had no reason to assume it wasn’t there.
“What happened?” Kento started to ask, but the question went unanswered as Yaga glared at the pair of you.
“Satoru!” he scolded. “Get off her. Now. For Heaven’s sake. You’re not an animal even if you look the part.”
It took a few seconds, but Satoru raised his head, looking towards the two men with lust-lidded eyes. His cheeks were flushed with pink while your saliva coated his lips. Kento averted his gaze upon noticing his hips hadn’t stopped grinding against you.
“What? We’re not doing anything wrong. You guys are the one’s coming in without knocking,” Satoru replied. Despite his condition, he hadn’t lost his usual attitude. Smugness laced each of his words.
Yaga clenched his fist and grit his teeth. “Enough. Get off and sit down so we can talk to you. I’ll separate the two of you if I have to,” he sneered.
That threat packed enough punch to pull Satoru’s long limbs away from your body. He retreated to the other side of the couch, running a hand through his disheveled hair. Before settling, he leaned over again and grabbed his blindfold from where it had fallen beside your shoulder.
You sat up too. Immediately, Kento noticed your temperament was much more shy than normal. Your legs curled up on the couch while your arms looped around them. You either couldn’t or wouldn’t look Yaga and him in the eyes, like a teenager caught frenching her boyfriend.
The space between the both of you lasted only a few seconds though. Satoru extended his arm around your shoulders and dragged you across the couch to tuck you to his side. He nuzzled into your neck and placed a few kisses there; though, this time the affection lacked any fire.
Yaga walked towards the sofa, and Kento followed suit. They came to stand in front of the two of you. From here, Kento could see he’d been right in his assumption that you also had a tail. He took a second to examine the two of you further, getting a grasp on your new features and behavior. Your ears flopped forwards while Satoru’s stood straight up. He kept a hold on you as though he owned you while you cowered into his chest like that was just what you wanted.
He crossed his arms, thinking of why whatever had happened on your mission to cause the ears and tails would affect you both differently.
“They were on an assignment to track down a group of curse users. They were supposed to be lower grade, nothing too difficult. But obviously something went wrong. We haven’t been able to get a clear picture of what happened out of them yet. Only bits and pieces,” Yaga began to explain.
“So you want me to try and extract the rest?” Kento asked.
“That would be helpful. But your main job is just to make sure they don’t get into too much trouble. You saw how they behave when left alone, and that was only for ten minutes. I don’t trust them to not do worse to each other while I’m away with the students for the day.”
Kento pursed his lips. He didn’t trust the two of you either, but he also didn’t want to be the one left in charge of your pair. On regular days, he could barely tolerate Satoru.
“Shoko did some tests on them when they first returned. She’s looking into potential solutions or reversals that won’t affect their normal levels of cursed energy,” Yaga continued.
Kento knew that was supposed to entice him, the idea that this job wasn’t permanent. It didn’t sweeten the deal any though. A deep sigh left his lips. His fingers rose to rub at his temples. Annoying as this situation was, the only thing to do was accept. Being a sorcerer didn’t come with a lot of agency. However, asking questions was still allowed.
Turning his back to the pair of you, he signaled the desire for slight privacy. Yaga followed and gave him a look indicating he would resolve whatever curiosity he had.
“Why exactly do you need me to watch them? Even if they get a little rowdy, the school will be empty for the day. They’re both adults. It’s not like there’s a rule against them being classless,” Kento asked, lowering his voice.
“That’s true, but I want someone watching them in case there’s any changes to their condition. Also so they don’t cause any long lasting problems,” he responded in the same hushed tone.
“Like?”
“Well, they seem to be acting on impulses similar to that of a dog’s… I don’t know the full scope of that yet, but I don’t want them causing any damage to the building.”
The older man took a breath before continuing his reasoning, looking as though he’d rather swallow glass than discuss the next aspect of this dilemma.
“On top of that, you saw how they were acting before. They seem to have strong urges to… mate. Without protection. I’m sure you know the consequences of that,” he explained, the words leaving his mouth drenched with discomfort. “Satoru told Shoko they haven’t been together before this, not in secret or as a one time thing. Not ever. They’re both adults, but whatever this is, it’s clearly affecting their behavior and decisions. I would like to spare them from making a life-changing mistake. Deciding whether to keep a child and potentially having to raise that child with someone less than a lover would be hard on them. Especially Satoru.”
A pause took over the conversation. It was awkward, sure, but the man had a point. Kento knew Yaga cared about the both of you. He’d known you each since you were students yourselves. And while Kento didn’t really care about Satoru’s stupidity landing him in a bad situation, he knew you didn’t deserve to go through that kind of thing.
Knocking you up and then having to contemplate abortion very well could tear the two of you apart and leave some deep scars on either one of you. If keeping an eye out prevented that, he supposed he could suck up his discomfort for the day.
“Alright,” he said with a reluctant shrug. “I’ll watch them until you get back.”
“Good." Yaga nodded. The word came out simple, but Kento could hear the appreciation behind it. Yaga gave Satoru one last look before turning on his heel, telling him to behave without speaking the actual word.
After he left, the space fell into silence. Kento stood there, unsure of what to say or do. Both of you stared at him like he was the only thing in the room. Even though he spent most of his life showing no emotion, the attentiveness made him uncomfortable. He shifted from foot to foot before stepping over to the brown, cushioned armchair perpendicular to the couch.
Your and Satoru’s heads followed him. He looked at the two of you in return, hoping it would satisfy whatever fascination you had with him.
It didn’t.
You continued watching with wary respect, as if you trusted Kento to be in charge but remained uncertain with the whole situation. In contrast, Satoru wore a goofy grin. His tail began thumping against the sofa seat, the noise sounding through the room in an even rhythm.
“Can you quit that?” Kento asked.
“Why? Don’t like that I’m happy to see you?” he asked before his lips curled into a smirk.
“The look on your face already tells me that.”
“Well it’s true. I am happy to see you. I’d much rather have you hanging around us than the stiff old man. I prefer your kind of uptight,” he teased.
His glare hardened. “You know, we don’t have to talk just because we’re in the same room. I’m only here to make sure you don’t do anything you’ll regret once you’re back to normal.”
“Regret? No way. You’re worrying too much,” he dismissed. “I feel better than ever right now. Whatever that group did to us, I might have to thank them next time I see them.”
Kento’s eyes flitted to you to see if you shared the sentiment, but you were harder to read. Your eyes stayed fixated on Satoru’s face as he spoke. It didn’t look like you had many thoughts of your own on the matter. His pupils moved back to the other sorcerer.
“What happened to the two of you anyways?” he asked.
“It might be hard to believe, but even the strongest makes mistakes sometimes, Nanami,” he quipped.
Rolling his eyes, his fingers flexed against the wooden arms of this chair. “Such as?”
“I’m not gonna tell you. I wouldn’t want to change your opinion of me,” he teased, sounding almost flirtatious.
“It’s not like it could get any lower,” he said.
“Me and Satoru got trapped in some weird kind of veil when we were fighting. We thought it was just a normal one, but when we came out, we had this stuff,” you interjected to explain.
Kento looked to you again. Those floppy ears had pinned back on your head. Your eyes looked wide and worried, just like a puppy’s. Under normal circumstances, you’d throw yourself right into the argument, but he could see the conflict scared you now.
“Thank you,” he said, softening his tone while speaking to you.
Satoru scoffed and tugged you up onto his thighs. “C’mon, baby. You’re supposed to be on my side. Don’t ruin the fun.”
He nipped at your cheek and then nosed at the spot his teeth had scraped. From there, his mouth drifted downward. His lips coasted over your throat before kissing and licking at the skin. Lower on your body, his fingers squeezed your hip and then slid up the curve of your waist.
Kento grimaced and cleared his throat. “You know, I’m still right here,” he said flatly, directing his words more towards the perpetrator in this situation.
“I know,” he hummed in response.
“I’m not joking around with you, Satoru. Keep your hands to yourself,” he said.
“She smells so good though,” he said, his voice becoming husky. He nuzzled into your shoulder, rubbing his face on the cloth of your shirt. “Even you wouldn’t be able to control yourself if you could smell it.”
“Maybe. But you’re supposed to be the strongest, aren’t you? Try to keep a hold of yourself.”
With a huff, Satoru retracted his face from your neck. He tilted it back against the cushions and inhaled slowly, getting some air that was free of your scent. Kento’s eyes followed him, making sure he was actually listening and not just acquiescing until he thought of a better plan. Maybe he wouldn’t be such a pest if he had something else to occupy his attention besides you.
“Is there anything you two want to do? I could grab you a book or put on the tv,” he offered politely.
“What, you don’t want to play with us?” the other man said, his head popping back up.
“Even with your new assets, I would still prefer to treat you like dignified adults,” he replied.
“But c’mon, Nanami! We could go outside. You could throw a ball or something,” Satoru suggested.
Kento’s face remained expressionless, not sure if the idea was a joke or serious or somewhere in the middle.
“Yeah, I could throw the ball and then watch as you took off running the first chance you got. Nice try.”
“I would not,” he denied. “But if I did, you know I would come back. Even before the ears and the tail, I was always pretty loyal. Can’t say the same about you.”
Even though it was in line with his normal annoying personality, that tested Kento’s patience. He tried to stay calm though. The next several hours would be easier if they passed by drama-free.
“You’re not exactly acting like yourself though. Much more disobedient than usual, but somehow not any less irritating.”
“Why would I obey you? You or Yaga. It’s not like either of you could keep me in line,” he laughed. Despite the challenge in his words, he didn’t look angry. “He said he’d try to separate me from her, but do you honestly think that would work? That anything could keep me from someone I want? Not a chance. I’d tear anything that got in my way to shreds. I could breed her right now, and you wouldn’t be able to do a thing except call Yaga and tell him how you failed.”
Kento’s body tensed up. Of course, in a sense, Satoru was right. In a battle of physicality he would win every time. The advantage they held was the fact that he didn’t want to hurt any of them. But if this condition was making him more aggressive, especially in regards to his perceived mate, that would be bad. Kento couldn’t let him know that though. He couldn’t let the predator sense a weakness in his prey.
“You may be strong, Satoru. But like all unruly dogs, you lack training. You’re nothing more than a bad puppy who would back down after a few swats from a newspaper.”
Satoru’s ivory ears twitched at the word ‘bad,’ almost laying flat on his head like yours were. He tried to repress the reaction, but Kento still caught it. That would be key if he started getting out of hand. If Satoru had the behavioral instincts of a canine, maybe he could be disciplined like one too.
“Such a buzzkill, Nanami,” Satoru pouted, playing off the situation as though it had been a joke.
Silence plumed up in the room again. Kento leaned back in his chair and relaxed a bit. It seemed like the crisis had been averted for now. He looked towards the window and gazed out at the horizon. The sun still rested high in the sky, reminding him that it was only mid-afternoon. No one would come to relieve him from this post until the sun had long set.
While his attention resided elsewhere, you leaned into Satoru’s chest and nuzzled at him. He grinned down at your puppy eyes before kissing the tip of your nose. He didn’t say anything, not wanting to draw Nanami’s ire again. After the tiny peck, he brushed his nose against yours. The simple affection seemed to relax you as you cuddled further into him.
You shifted around a bit, trying to get comfortable. Something inside you felt restless, but you didn’t know what. You’d never experienced it ever before in your life. It was like this living impulse in the pit of your belly that wouldn’t let you just sleep this off or focus on something else. Instead, it told you to misbehave, to not care about smart decisions or other’s expectations. The only thing that urge wanted you to concern yourself with was the source of that rich, intoxicating scent.
Satoru.
Burying your face in the dark fabric of his shirt, you squirmed your hips a little. It still seemed like small changes in position at first, but after a few seconds, it became obvious that the movements held intention. You craved friction. Images flashed through your mind of you humping his lap, eyes glazed over and tongue lolling out. Fuck you wanted that so bad. And that only made you feel all the more strange considering that before this, you never looked at Satoru as anything more than a coworker.
But your pelvis didn’t care about your relationship status with the man below you. The throbbing in your clit wouldn’t be abated by logical reasoning. The slick between your thighs wasn’t collecting from thinking of him as a colleague.
You dragged your clothed pussy over his lap. The seam of your pants pressed against your clit perfectly. You focused on controlling your breathing while keeping sounds inside.
Satoru also had to steel himself to suppress his natural reaction. His blood had already started rushing South, more than ready to bring his cock to full attention for you. A hard bulge formed beneath your cunt to your delight. The solid protrusion only offered you more stimulation.
He grunted and gripped your hips, guiding your movements atop his crotch. While the pace stayed pretty slow, the pressure on his dick was just right. He could feel your folds through your bottoms, how they split apart for him as though they yearned to lead his shaft right to that dripping hole.
A hiss seeped out of him at the idea, and that’s when Kento’s eyes returned. His jaw tightened at the sight before him.
“Give me a break,” he mumbled and dragged his palm over his face.
Once the initial exasperation passed, his eyes stared the two of you down like barrels of pistols. His lips sat in an unwavering, tight line before parting to speak again.
“Enough,” he said, voice hard and cold and not willing to barter. “I’m not putting up with this. Get off of him now.”
You reacted immediately, not having the will to tease a revolt like Satoru. Your ears flew back on your head again as you scooted off of him to the other side of the couch.
“You two are acting ridiculous,” he chided, every syllable slicing like a blade. “If I can’t even look away from you, we’re gonna have some problems. I will separate you if I have to.”
He shot a look at Satoru for emphasis, but the harsh intent didn’t seem to land. He didn’t cower or bow his head or even apologize. Instead, he whined .
“She’s the one who started it this time. Why do I have to be the one left with blue balls?” he said.
“You started it first when Yaga was gone, which is the only reason I started it now!” you defended.
“Hush,” Kento cut in quickly. The puppy part of this was bad enough. The last thing he needed was the two of you to start bickering like children. “It doesn’t matter who started it. You were both being bad, so Satoru be quiet, and you,” he said, pointing towards you, “behave. I expect more from you.”
The words struck you like a hail of gunfire. Your momentary resistance dissolved, and Kento honestly thought you might cry. He felt a little guilty, but at the same time, he didn’t expect such a strong reaction.
Satoru remained unaffected and whimpered again. “Why? C’mon, Kento, throw me a bone,” he pleaded. “Just over the clothes?”
“No,” he scowled, in disbelief that Satoru would even attempt to bargain what sex acts could be approved.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because I said so,” he replied. “I don’t want to watch the two of you go at it, clothes or not, but I can’t leave the room because I’m sure as soon as I was gone, so would be your clothes.”
“Some people are into watching,” he tried next. “Maybe you would be too if you gave it a shot. We’d let you. I don’t mind an audience.”
“Please just be quiet,” he said, a hint of begging in his own voice. “Just sit there and shut up. Shoko might have a solution soon.”
His attention shifted to you. It seemed like you weren’t too interested in the dispute between the men. You still looked devastated that Kento had scolded you. He wasn’t fully sure why. It didn’t make sense to him that Satoru could be so strong-willed with his canine attributes while yours seemed to have completely stripped your confidence away and replaced it with absolute submission. Maybe Shoko could explain that part of the phenomenon later.
Either way, he didn’t like you looking so downtrodden.
“Hey,” he called to you. “You’re not in trouble. Just try to work with me, ok?”
You glanced over at him and seemed slightly relieved but the worry still pervaded your eyes. Satoru cocked his head at your behavior before heading towards you. He crossed the seats and wrapped you in his long arms, kissing all over your cheek. Doing that, he looked just like an overly-affectionate pup.
“What’s wrong? Why’re you all sad?” he asked you, nuzzling and kissing at your face.
You squirmed at the attention, craning your neck for some space.
“Cause… I was being bad,” you said. You lowered your volume, but Kento could still hear.
“Nah. Nanami’s just being strict,” Satoru reassured you, rolling onto his back and dragging you on top of him. He held you to his body and petted your head.
This time, Kento didn’t defend himself or argue with the claim. The words seemed to soothe you, and if that’s what worked, then he wouldn’t mess with it. He didn’t want to deal with you on the verge of tears for the entire day.
The three of you all stayed how you were for a little while until Kento began to hear whimpers that didn’t sound so innocent. His mind snapped back into focus, and he scanned over you and Satoru. The man’s long hand shifted around in your pants, long fingers prodding at God knows what.
“Let her go, Satoru,” he said sternly.
The other man didn’t go along with the order. Kento gritted his teeth before standing up and clapping his hands.
“I said get off of her. Don’t make me come over there and pry her away,” he said, speaking as he would to misbehaving pets.
You started to climb off of him this time, moving towards the other end of the couch. He glared at the both of you, completely fed up with this. Sitting down in his chair again, he took a second to think. He knew if he let this go, you both would just try again. Words hadn’t had an effect so far, and it was doubtful that would suddenly change.
“Come here,” he said, looking directly at you and waving two fingers.
Visibly startled, you rose to your feet and stepped over to the other man. He could see your figure trembling, fearing something worse than what he had in mind.
“I want you to sit next to me. Either on the arm rest or on the floor,” he said. Normally, he’d be against treating you in such a demeaning way, but if your brain was wired to work like a puppy’s right now, then he’d treat you like one without reservations.
You sank to your knees next to his feet. Your eyes gazed up at him, full of guilt. He extended his arm and patted your head.
“What are you doing?” Satoru asked from his place on the couch.
“Be quiet,” Kento said. “If I didn’t ask you a question, I don’t want to hear your voice.”
He then looked down at you again.
“If you can be good for ten minutes, I’ll give you a treat.”
Your ears perked up at that, your tail wagging behind you involuntarily. Kento’s shoulders relaxed a bit. He was making some progress.
For the next ten minutes, the three of you sat in silence. Kento fidgeted with his watch and checked his phone. Satoru lounged on the couch, a rock hard tent still at the front of his pants. And you kneeled on the ground, looking up at Kento the entire time.
When the clock on his phone finally switched over to indicate ten minutes had gone by, he shut it off and slipped the device in his pocket. His eyes found yours. Your tail still wagged back and forth in a lazy rhythm.
“You behaved for a whole ten minutes, didn’t you? You think you deserve your treat?”
You nodded eagerly, bobbing your head so fast it almost became a blur.
Kento simply patted his lap. He didn’t have to offer you sweets or a toy or any tangible reward. With how sensitive you were acting, he knew physical proximity would be enough. And just as he expected, it was. You launched yourself into his lap and snuggled into his chest, overjoyed that he was pleased with you.
His arms wrapped around you. One hand petted the back of your neck while the other stroked up and down your spine.
“That’s a good girl,” he praised.
On the couch, Satoru sat up with his jaw dropped. “What the hell?!” he asked. “Do I not exist or something? She’s the one who acted up last. She was the perpetrator, but she’s being rewarded? Meanwhile I get left hard and ignored?”
Kento didn’t respond to his complaints. He knew they made good points, but that didn’t matter. You were needy enough to be controlled. Satoru wasn’t there yet. He just needed a little push before he’d be ready.
“You better sit still. No wriggling around like before or you’ll be right back on the floor,” he said.
You nodded without another word.
Satoru whined again, but Kento didn’t acknowledge it. He continued to rub your back and massage your neck with his fingers. They swirled around on your skin in a nice, slow rhythm. In a matter of minutes, he had you so relaxed that you were almost falling asleep in his lap.
But Satoru whined yet again, preventing you from falling into total unconsciousness.
“Do you need something Satoru?” he asked, feigning ignorance.
“Yes. To not be ignored,” he said.
“You’re not being ignored. This is just what it’s like not being the center of attention for once.”
Kento rocked you back and forth a bit in his lap, his eyes lingering on your drowsy face. He’d never admit it out loud, but this part of watching you wasn’t so bad. Maybe a small part of him liked caring for a sweet, clingy puppy…
Satoru let out a little growl. “We did the exact same stuff, but you’re only punishing me.”
“She didn’t give me so much attitude earlier,” he replied.
With a quiet sputter, Satoru tried to think of a way to deny that truth. All he came up with was a groan. “I didn’t mean to.”
“I’m sure.”
His thumb stroked the curves of your cheek. He smiled ever so slightly at your slow blinks and deep breaths. Even with Satoru’s never-ending stream of complaints, you looked so relaxed. So precious.
“What about second chances? I was just joking around before. Your punishment isn’t fitting my crime,” Satoru argued. He scooted closer to the side of the couch near the chair, more and more antsy to get some attention on himself.
“When I give you a second chance, you don’t learn your lesson,” Kento said, his words coming out almost teasing.
“But you gave her a second chance, and she learned,” he disputed.
“She earned her way here,” he reminded.
“I could earn my way too if you would let me,” Satoru declared.
And there it was. The indicator that he would let himself be handled. That he would accept someone else’s power over for him if only for a little while.
He paused, letting the anticipation grow in Satoru. His hand swirled in tight circles between your shoulder blades. You still seemed ambivalent for the most part in regards to Satoru’s situation. He had you docile enough to sweep that yearning for him from your mind for right now. Looking directly into those bright blue eyes, he waved his hand.
“Come here then.”
Satoru rose onto his long legs in an instant. He closed the distance between himself and the chair.
“Just like she did. I want you on your knees for the next fifteen minutes,” he ordered.
“But she only had to do ten,” Satoru pouted.
“And I could always make you do twenty.”
The pout didn’t leave the white-haired man’s lips, but he lowered himself to the ground. Being so tall, kneeling didn’t come naturally to Satoru. He had to squirm a bit to get comfortable with his lanky limbs folded beneath him. Once he settled though, he remained still and quiet, staring up at you and Kento. Kento acquiesced slightly. His hand came down and smoothed out tufts of Satoru’s silky locks.
“Good boy,” he praised without a second thought.
Satoru’s tail whipped back and forth, unable to hide the joy those two simple words brought. Kento never thought he’d be saying them in regards to him, the bane of his existence, but he wasn’t a cruel person. He gave credit where credit was due. When Satoru behaved, he deserved some positive attention. Plus, without the reward of affection, there would be no incentive for Satoru to listen and not reconsider his earlier threats.
Kento resumed his gentle ministrations on you, rubbing the small of your back with his fingertips. He felt the light weight of Satoru’s head lean on his leg, but he didn’t say anything. As long as the other man stayed quiet, he didn’t mind.
This entire situation was still strange, but as seconds ticked by, Kento grasped the effects afflicting you both more and more. He could see that you didn’t want to misbehave. You didn’t enjoy causing problems or having to be babysat. And Satoru didn’t like having these feelings that left him dependent on someone else. He imagined if he had been the one who grew ears and a tail, he wouldn’t be faring too much better. The two of you deserved a little grace alongside the firm hand he’d use to keep you in line.
For the first five minutes on the clock, Satoru did as he was told. He didn’t make a sound and stayed still. Except for the warmth of his skull on Kento’s thigh, it was almost as if he wasn’t even there. But after that brief interval, he began nuzzling towards your legs.
At first, he thought he was just trying to get comfortable. But his face moved closer to your leg, and soon enough, he was trying to nose them apart. You squirmed and looked down, alerting Kento to the disturbance.
This time, he was close enough that he didn’t have to rely on words or a harsh tone. He reached down and threaded his fingers between the fine strands sprouting from Satoru’s head. With a sharp tug, he wrenched his head away, drawing a pained yelp from his lips.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked.
“Nothing… I… You just have me so close to her. She smells so good. Just want a little taste,” he pleaded. His eyes softened into a begging puppy dog look, but Kento held strong.
“ I have you so close? I didn’t tell you to put your head down. You did that all on your own,” he said.
A soft whine expelled from him. If not for the hand clutching his hair, his head would have hung forward.
“Please. I promise, I’ll be good. It just- It’s like torture,” he said, his voice strained. “She’s right there. It’s like it’s calling to me. It hurts.”
Kento knew Satoru wasn’t lying. He could tell from the pitiful expression on his face alone. For a second, he tried to contemplate some type of compromise. If he truly couldn’t help his instincts, punishment probably wasn’t the best way to curb this behavior.
But at the same time, this was Satoru . The man who’d tormented him for years. The one who haunted him still even throughout the period of time he was gone from the school. If roles were reversed in this situation, Kento might not handle himself any better, but Satoru definitely wouldn’t show as much mercy.
His hand fell to cup his jaw, fingers squishing into his fleshy cheeks. “Would you prefer if I sent you back to the couch to be on your own?” he asked.
Kento swore he saw his lip quiver. Maybe he was finally getting to him. He shook his head. “No.” The answer came out soft and defeated.
“Then show me you can be good.”
With that, Satoru went back to being silent. He scooted closer to Kento’s legs maneuvering himself so that his entire body leaned against his shin. His head still laid on the meat of his thigh. Neither of them said anything. He just let him position himself how he wanted. While he wanted to keep control, he felt no reason to micromanage.
And that arrangement worked for a few minutes until Kento began to feel pressure against his ankle. It took him only a few seconds to realize it came from Satoru’s bulge.
He sighed, not explaining the cause of his frustration to either of you. On one hand, it wasn’t surprising. He was still all pent up and needy, but on the other, Kento didn’t know how to feel. It’s not like the arousal was for him. But it was pressed right up against him. The warm, solid mound rested flush against the spot where his leg and foot connected.
He didn’t want to scold Satoru for it. It wasn’t intentional disobedience. Just a natural response from his overactive hormones. But he also didn’t know if ignoring it was the best plan.
The next ten minutes passed as he mulled over his options. Whether to deal with it or not. Or to try actually separating the two of you. He considered each path, but before he came to a decision, he felt a slight twitch against his leg. A feather light touch as though someone had pushed their pelvis towards the limb.
He looked down, assessing the source. Satoru didn’t look like he had moved any. He decided to let it go and return to contemplating. But then he felt a more forceful drag. His head snapped in the direction again, and this time he caught sight of Satoru rolling his hips against the front of his leg.
His face glowed with cherry-colored embarrassment. His teeth clasped his bottom lip. He kept his eyes screwed shut, white lashes dusting his blush. It was obvious this was a last resort, not something he wanted to be doing.
“Satoru…” Kento warned.
A whimper trickled into the air. The sound got your attention too. Your eyes followed Kento’s gaze to the other man, only making him feel more ashamed.
“Please,” he begged. “I need something. Please. I’m trying to be good, but it’s too much.”
Kento didn’t say anything for a second. He watched as Satoru ground himself against him yet again. You also looked on with interest. As much as he couldn’t stand the other man, this did seem like a compromise that could work. A consequence-free way for him to release some of that tension. Extending his arm, he grabbed some white hair again and yanked his head back to make those pretty blue eyes focus on him.
Satoru whined like before. His pale lashes fluttered at the burst of pain through his scalp.
“This will help you?” Kento checked, as if the answer was unclear. “This will be enough and then you’ll settle down?”
Satoru nodded as much as he could in his grasp. “It’ll be enough, just need to cum,” he huffed with need.
He took the sliver of approval Kento gave him and ran with it. His hips pushed his erection against the calve in front of him without hesitation. He fully buried his face against the crisp fabric of his pant leg.
You and Kento both observed, taking in the way his shoulders tensed and his hands flexed. The strangled moans leaving him kept you more than captivated. You turned a bit on his lap to get a better view.
With the movement of your legs near his head, Satoru groaned. His breaths started coming out in ragged puffs, complemented by deep inhales. One of his hands rose to hold Kento’s other knee. His fingers gripped the joint, digging into the malleable sides.
“Does that feel good, Satoru? Is it helping?” he asked. His voice stayed completely neutral despite the nature of the situation.
“Mhm,” he whimpered. “Yeah. Fuck…”
Breathy little whines seeped into the air as he rutted against Kento’s limb. He moved fast and eager, desperate in his pursuit of pleasure.
You squirmed again while witnessing this. The cravings you felt for him earlier began to awaken, roused from their dormant state by how needy the other man looked.
Kento could feel your thighs shifting against one another. Not saying a word, he slid one of his hands around your waist to the front of your pants. His nimble fingers popped the button open and let the zipper separate before delving them beneath the fabric and into your cotton panties.
You jumped at the sudden skin-to-skin contact, but as soon as he spread your lower lips and found your swollen clit, you melted under the touch. He didn’t do anything too wild. No fast strokes or strategic swipes. He only played with the little nub, swirling his fingers in absent-minded circles.
Satoru gripped the leg in front of him tighter. The sound of you beginning to whine spurred him on. He humped it with all he had. A few small drops of drool slipped down the side of his chin to darken the fabric against his cheek.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuckkkk,” he chanted with a series of broken whimpers. His head rolled around to gaze up at you and Kento, showing off his lust-stricken features.
Without putting too much thought into it, Kento reached down with his spare hand and slid two knuckles over the curve of his cheek bone. The digits then traveled up to scratch at the base of Satoru’s pointed ear. In response, his tail wagged impossibly faster and his head leaned into the touch.
“There you go. Keep going, Satoru. You’re almost there,” he praised quietly.
The words shut off Satoru’s brain entirely. He looked nearly entranced by the prospect of getting to cum. His hips moved in a compulsive rhythm. No thought behind it. Just pure instinct.
You were much on the same wavelength. Your head drooped against Kento’s chest, just enjoying the muted bliss he provided. His fingers continued their tight twirls on your sensitive bundle of nerves. It wasn’t enough to work you to the edge by any stretch of the imagination, but the constant stream of shimmery heat between your legs felt kept you more than satisfied. You spread your thighs a bit more, as much as you could in this position, to give him more access to your cunt.
When you moved, Satoru groaned deeper than before. His dilated pupils locked onto the junction of your thighs where Kento’s hand moved.
“Fuck, she’s getting so wet,” he whimpered.
The other man raised a brow, but he continued speaking without prompting.
“I can smell it. It’s so fucking sweet. So perfect. Can’t think about anything else. it’s just so fucking good-” he rambled before cutting himself off.
Instead of continuing his train of thought, his arms flew up and grabbed your hips. He tugged you closer to his face, tearing your pants off in the process. You squeaked at the sudden slide down Kento’s lap, but you didn’t try resisting. Satoru pried your legs apart with ease before thrusting his head between your thighs. His mop of pristine white hair feathered against your lower belly while he buried his face in your cunt.
A muffled moan rumbled against your center before you felt a wet tongue stick out and start to lap at you over your panties. You squealed and arched your back, legs wriggling on either side of his head. He held you in place though. His hips still rocked against Kento’s ankle, but his hands no longer clutched the limb. They came up to clasp around your thighs, his fingers dimpling the skin with the force he used.
You gave up on trying to get away after a few seconds. Your thighs closed around his head, engulfing him in your warmth. You tilted your head back to look up at the man behind you. Part of you expected him to be ready to rip you away from Satoru, toss you over his shoulder, and cart you off to another room.
But he didn’t look mad. His eyes trained on the two of you, yet they held no annoyance or irritation in this moment. He looked almost enraptured. Enthralled by the raunchy display before him. You could hear his breaths coming in and out a little deeper. Maybe the air of pure need around the three of you was beginning to affect him.
His hand came down to your stomach to rub the skin. He watched how your thighs trembled from Satoru’s sloppy kisses. Listened for the mewls of ecstasy erupting from your mouth every couple seconds. He was only human.
He grabbed Satoru’s hair again and yanked him off your cunt, making the both of you explode into a symphony of whines and pleas.
“Quiet,” he commanded. “Satoru. If you want to go down on her, next time ask.”
“Sorry,” he mumbled, eyes casting down.
“But also, take her panties off. Don’t waste time licking at the fabric. If you need her so badly, don’t let a thin scrap of cloth separate you from her.”
Satoru bobbed his head in an earnest nod. When the hand gripping his hair let go, he looked back at your soaked underwear. The middle of the garment clung to your skin, darkened with a combination of his saliva and your juices. He hooked a finger beneath it and tugged, pulling it down off your legs.
Once it had been tossed aside, he dove back in. Without the barrier between you and him, your scent intoxicated him all the more. He breathed it in and out in harsh pants before sticking his tongue out again and dragging it over your pussy in broad strokes. The flattened muscle licked across your entrance, teasing the possibility of ducking inside. It didn’t go that far yet though. Instead the tip nudged your pulsating clit and shot bursts of pleasure up your spine with each little flick.
Kento kept an arm around your waist, preventing you from bucking Satoru off or receding from the stimulation at all. He planted soft kisses on your cheeks, but his eyes never left the man working between your legs. He drank in the sight of his droopy eyes and flexing jaw, his wagging tail and consistent humping.
“That’s a good boy, Satoru. Get in all the way, nice and deep. Take what you need. I don’t want you begging for anymore when we’re done.”
Satoru whined and nodded in response. His lips wrapped around your clit for a few needy suckles before his mouth opened and made out with your cunt in full. His tongue danced across the slick folds, covering you in a generous amount of his spit.
You soon felt him begin to fuck his tongue inside of you. The minor stretch made your eyes flutter and your hand clutch at Kento’s thigh. When your fingers dug into the muscle, he grunted beside your ear. That’s when you noticed the forming erection against your hip.
Haphazardly, you brought your hand up to palm it, pulling a hiss from him. You could feel the thick shaft twitching inside his pants at the stimulation, eager for more, wishing for the lack of partition that you had with Satoru. You massaged it with your fingers and pressed on it with your palm. Your movements were sloppy, inhibited by the distraction between your thighs at the moment.
“Good girl. Such a sweet puppy, aren’t you?” he whispered, his breath hitting the shell of your ear.
His praise made you want to keep trying, but it was hard to focus on anything else when Satoru ate you out with such devotion. He used his mouth on you as if it was the task he was created to complete. You could feel release bubbling up within you, fast approaching boiling point. Your toes curled while your hips quivered. Soon enough, you’d be spilling over the brim.
He kept firm hands around your legs, not letting you get an inch of reprieve. Constantly, he whined and groaned against your drippy folds. You could feel the vibrations on the tender skin. His cock still butted up against Kento’s shin with rhythmic thrusts. He was on top of the world right now. Face buried in pure bliss while his hips worked on ascending to his peak.
You actually reached the high point first though. Satoru was so wrapped up in eating you out, he didn’t notice until Kento called to him from above.
“Don’t stop, Satoru. Keep going. This is it. Lick faster. She’s almost there. Be a good boy,” he said.
Following along, Satoru did just that. He put his absolute all into the finishing stretch. You cried out and clamped your thighs around his head so tight you thought he might be at risk of suffocation. With a few more flicks of his tongue, the dam burst inside you. White, hot pleasure washed over your body in a soothing rush. You whimpered, your hips twitching as he lapped at you through it all.
Your hand went limp against Kento’s swelling cock, but he simply picked it up and ground it against his bulge while you succumbed to your orgasm.
As you began to come down, Satoru still didn’t stop. You whined and tried to kick at him to save yourself from the overstimulation, but he wouldn’t be deterred. Kento was the one who put a stop to it by clicking his tongue.
Satoru pulled off of you at the signal, looking up at Kento like a pet waiting to obey a master’s command. His eyes sparkled with need. His chin dripped with your slick.
Kento didn’t say anything to him. He simply pulled you to one side of his lap and then patted his open thigh.
“Come here, Satoru, but don’t-”
Before he could get the words out about not being hyper or overzealous, Satoru launched himself into the other man’s chest. He leaned across the limited space and kissed you on the mouth. You giggled against his lips, but the exchange was short lived as Kento grabbed the collar of his shirt and tugged him back into the place he wanted him.
“Calm down, or you won’t get to cum,” he threatened.
“Come on, I’ve been-”
Kento’s hand slapped his ass, ending his words before the sentence finished. Satoru whined, but accepted he’d better listen.
“You have been good. Don’t throw it away now because you feel impatient,” he said.
He then turned his attention to you. His hand pet at the back of your neck, his thumb stroking the side of your head soothingly.
“You’re being such a good girl, sweetheart,” he cooed.
You preened at the attention, a smile gracing your lips and your ears standing proud atop your head. He pulled your head closer. His eyes gazed into yours.
“I think I can trust you to help me with something, can’t I?” he asked.
You nodded, eyes bright and dutiful.
He guided you off his lap down to your knees between his legs, petting your head between your ears. You already had an idea of what his request would be, and you had no issue helping out. Dragging your cheek against his inner thigh, you nosed your way up to his crotch. Your hand slid up to rub at the bulge like before. He sighed, spreading his legs further and tugging Satoru’s gangly limbs out of the way.
“Give her room,” he murmured.
You dragged your face back and forth across his lap. Your lips placed lazy, open-mouthed kisses on the area as your fingers undid his fly and then hooked over the waist of his slacks to work them down.
He did the same on Satoru. His pants bunched around his knees while Kento grabbed his cock. His pretty shaft had flushed an angry red at the tip while globs of precum streaked down the sides. He gave it a few strokes, smearing some of the fluid over his length.
Satoru’s hips bucked on impulse, but the fingers around him nipped the reaction short with a firm squeeze. They glided up and down on his dick, moving at a teasing pace.
Meanwhile, you’d just freed Kento’s cock from its constraints. The shaft stood proud, defined veins sprawling up the expanse of it. His balls hung below, heavy and full. The sight of both were enough to have your mouth watering. Without waiting for a signal, you wrapped your lips around the head and suckled. You swirled your tongue against the silky bulb before lowering yourself and taking some down your throat.
Kento choked out a sound of bliss. He seemed caught off guard in a way, but he wasn’t displeased with the sensation. It only took him a few moments to adjust to the warm, wet embrace of your mouth. He then steadied his breaths and continued jerking Satoru off at a tortuous speed.
Satoru whimpered and nuzzled against his throat with need.
“That’s it. This is what you needed,” he muttered. “You couldn’t cum just from some friction. You needed something tight wrapped around your dick, huh?”
Satoru nodded, attempting to thrust up into the hand around him.
“So fucking needy. Always. Before today, even without the ears and the tail, you’re always so goddamn needy.”
“Can’t help it,” Satoru breathed, screwing his eyes shut as the tip of Kento’s thumb teased the ridge on his cock. He grit his teeth and clenched his jaw.
“I know,” Kento mocked lowly. “Being a slut just comes natural to you, cursed or not. I doubt you would’ve survived much longer if you didn’t get to cum soon.”
“Mhm- hnghh,” Satoru whimpered. “Just wanna cum. Need it.”
“Then stay still and let me work,” Kento said. He tugged on the man’s long length faster and with more strategic bouts of pressure.
Down on your knees, you were still bobbing up and down on Kento’s shaft. You lapped at his balls and traced your tongue from tip to pace. Your nose nestled against the thin patch of blonde hair seated at the base once you had him all the way inside again.
He felt a slow simmer building to release in his gut, but he kept most of his attention on Satoru.
“Maybe later when we find an answer for whatever this is, they’ll let you try out her pussy,” he whispered to Satoru, feeling his cock throb at the words. “That would probably be best for you right now. Her warm, wet hole, squeezing around your cock, milking you dry, taking everything you have. Letting you fuck her full over and over for hours until you were totally spent.”
“Uh huh,” Satoru moans, nodding quickly. He pants, lips parted shamelessly while his head rests on Kento’s shoulder. His body trembled atop the other man, vibrating with the need to release. Kento could feel it too. He increased the movements of his hand to a nice even pace.
“This will have to do for now though. I hope my hand is good enough for the strongest sorcerer,” he taunted.
“It is! It is,” Satoru keened. His back arched, and his body shuddered.
“Good. You can cum when you’re ready then, but after you do, you’re gonna behave. You’re gonna be quiet and sit still. No more back talk or whining or disobedience,” he said.
Satoru nodded without even considering what he was saying yes to. But that didn’t cut it.
“Say yes. I want to hear you say it,” Kento growled.
“Yes!” he cried out, bordering on release. “I’ll be good. I’ll be so fucking good just let me cum, Kento, please.”
As confirmation, Kento kept stroking him. He brought him to the peak. Satoru let out a pitiful noise as his hips bucked wildly and ropes of cum shot from his tip onto his shirt. He shoved his face against Kento’s, kissing him hard. Kento didn’t push him away though. He allowed the kiss to happen, taking in the moment with Satoru’s soft lips moving against his own.
Down below, you worked him to his release. You swirled your tongue and sucked on his shaft until you felt that telltale pulsing in your mouth. He groaned into the kiss, his free hand pushing your head down to keep you on his cock. You swallowed every drop of his cum without complaint.
When he finally let you off, you leaned back on your haunches and sucked in a deep breath. The two men slowly retracted from their kiss. Kento’s hand came to a lazy stop around Satoru’s cock, the latter going limp in his lap.
You slowly crawled up to join him on top of Kento. In the warm haze of afterglow, you wanted to be close to them. Kento made room for you, readily wrapping an arm around your waist when you arrived.
He sat there for a few seconds, not thinking about how he was holding you and Satoru, two of his colleagues, in his lap like he was about to put the both of you down for a nap. His hands rubbed each of you on the small of your back. The soothing touch helped ground you, bring you back to reality a bit.
As the fog cleared from his head, Satoru reached for you across the other man’s lap. He pulled you close and nuzzled at your neck, kissing and licking the skin gently. Kento made a face and gave the two of you a little nudge.
“Alright, the both of you can go sit on the couch again,” he remarked.
Satoru smirked. “C’mon, Nanami. You don’t gotta act like a hardass anymore,” he teased.
Scowling, he felt more like his normal self again. “Get off of me, Gojo.”
With a quiet laugh, Satoru got up and pulled you along with him over to the couch. He took his shirt off before lying down with you, leaving him in a thin undershirt. The both of you curled up together like a couple of sleepy puppies. You nuzzled into his chest while he cradled you close.
Kento watched. He hoped the two of you would just sleep for the next couple hours until someone could take his place or Shoko found a fix. Dealing with the two of you wasn’t the worst by any means, but he didn’t want to reflect any further on how he kind of liked taking care of two rowdy puppies.