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If there's one thing Jade appreciates about his guest, it's that he's honest and forthright when it comes to matters of pleasure. "He's so tight," the man is groaning, his fingernails digging into Shinjirou's skin. "Fuck, yes, keep clenching, I want to fuck you open- "

"He is quite good," Jade agrees absently, but most of his attention is focused on Shinjirou. This time, he doesn't reprimand him for speaking; after all, the little "huh" had been more a noise of surprise than actual speech.

Jade fists his hands through that long hair, pushing it out of the way so he can see Shinjirou's face clearly. Being looked at with such intensity sends a pleasant shiver running up his spine, compounded by the skill with which Shinjirou presses his tongue against his cock, hot and wet and with just a bit of give to it. He continues to push forward, using his grip on Shinjirou's hair to pull him closer as he does.

"Suck properly," he commands, deciding to keep up the charade for now. Behind him, his guest is still groaning, muttering an incoherent stream of curses and filthy comments under his breath. His cock is long and thick; he's barely gotten half of it into Shinjirou.

It may be the first order he's genuinely excited over and he needn't be told twice, gulping Jade's cock down as deep as he can while fingers leave marks on his hips and hold him in place. He tilts his head, letting the tip of the hard length fill out his cheek, cupping it with his lips as he pulls back and drives his mouth onto it again, not caring about the loud sucking noises that produces. His groans on the other hand are muffled, hopefully sending nice vibrations down the hot skin in his mouth.

Even the guest's wishes he complies with, clenching down hard -- it doesn't just feel good for the other man, it also makes him shake, his own cock straight as an arrow, and precome already almost dripping onto the couch. If only he were allowed to move freely, allowed to thrust back, make his own demands. His back arches, Jade's cock hitting the back of his throat for the first time. The sensation is sharp and overwhelming and he wants more of that. He doesn't need to do anything to have the guest's cock burn as it breaches him, his entrance searing, but he has to stretch to get Jade into his mouth as far as he wants to.

He'll be sore; he doesn't care. This is the ache he desires and he's enough into it to give the men both his wincing and his whining for more. It's okay. It's okay because the guest is pushing deeper still, tearing into him. It's okay because Jade pulls him forward, helping him get what he wants. Most importantly, it's okay because it's so good, he can forget about everything else in the heat of the moment.

"Slut," the man hisses. "You're such a slut. Your first time and you already can't get enough. Should have left you in the market. Let every single visitor fuck you until you're less of a slut."

Suddenly, he thrusts, with enough force to pitch Shinjirou forwards. Jade can't stifle the groan that spills from him as his cock slips further down Shinjirou's throat. Waves of pleasure course through him every time Shinjirou groans and swallows, the walls of his throat rippling and tight around his cock. Shinjirou is good at this; he has to wonder how many times he had done it before, how many men he had sucked off, how much come he had swallowed.

Then they're both buried inside Shinjirou, as deeply as possible. The guest rocks back and forth in little motions, and Jade tries to control his breathing, swallowing every so often. He silently counts five seconds. Ten.

The guest nods, and together, they pull out halfway, and slam back into Shinjirou almost instantly. Then they finally abandon their attempts at perfect synchronicity. The guest hauls Shinjirou's hips even higher and fucks him in earnest, slowly at first, but with increasing speed. Jade matches his rhythm the best he can, shuddering as he tries to fuck deeper and deeper into Shinjirou's throat, all the while yanking on his hair.

Neither of them pay any attention to Shinjirou's leaking cock.

There's no time to wonder about the scenario, if he'd have gotten sick of spreading his legs eventually. He's thrown forward with the sudden thrust, keening at the burst of pain, but the sound is stopped by Jade's cock blocking it from coming out. He breathes hard and fast, trying to find his way back into their game. It'd be easier if he knew the rules.

He can't complain too much, not even silently, when he gets filled up to the brim after days of being empty and a bad night's sleep thanks to being close, but not close enough.

His cheeks hollow out as he sucks hard, humming with each of the guest's shallow thrusts. It's teasing him as much as it provides him with the burning friction he needs to loosen up more, accommodate even the thick base. Touching his cock would only make him lose his mind at this point. He's glad there aren't more sensations he's got to deal with.

And then they're suddenly not just playing around anymore. He writhes, as much as he can in this position, crying out around the heavy cock running into his throat. Raising one hand, he cups his neck to feel it bump into him. His eyes water with the intensity, but he'd lash out at the two men if they were to stop now. He's dripping onto the fabric each time the guest hits his sweet spot, and he clenches, trying to hold him there, wanting him to go harder.

He's all but limp in their hold, letting his body be pulled one way or another, whatever suits them best at the current time and his hips do try to jerk, it just doesn't work very well. There'll be scratches on his hips if he isn't more careful; he's never careful.

Watching the changes that overtake Shinjirou's expression is almost as good as rutting into his mouth. Jade can pinpoint the exact moment when Shinjirou surrenders all control, and he knows he would be screaming his lungs out like that first night, if it wasn't for Jade's cock choking him into silence. His toes curl inside their socks when he notices Shinjirou placing his hand against his neck. He angles his thrusts deeper, harder, wanting Shinjirou to feel his cock, inside and out.

It's a struggle to stop himself from coming. He knows he's leaking pre-come freely now, a steady drip of it down Shinjirou's throat and right into his stomach. A few times, he almost slips out of Shinjirou's mouth entirely, as his guest's wild thrusts pitch Shinjirou's body back and forth. But the wet slide as he pushes himself back in is bliss, and he can't hold back his quiet moans when that happens.

His guest is slamming rapidly in and out of Shinjirou now, and Jade knows he must be close. And he is right. Jade's lips curl with a hint of triumph as his guest thrusts inside Shinjirou one last time, throwing his whole body over Shinjirou as he comes, the shudders that wrack his body powerful enough for Jade to see.

It feels too good, that itch being scratched with each rough, quick thrust, his insides melting with the heat of the man's come. He drinks Jade's up as if it were hot cocoa, sweet and thick, the head of Jade's cock visibly pushing out into his palm through his throat. It's a novelty to him that he doesn't have to beg to be fucked harder, faster. Here it seems to be enough to have his body be inviting: be pliant and be rewarded.

The man's weight pins him down to the couch and he has to rely on Jade's fist in his hair to keep them connected. He feels wetness spread over his stomach and seep into the fabric and he, too, finds himself on the edge. There's still that cock inside of him stretching him out and he makes use of it, tightening around it.

He's never clamped down harder on a cock before than when he comes, eyes wide with shock. His entire body shivers and jerks out of control, muscles tense to the point of pain, his come spurting forward viciously. He squirms beneath the man on top of him, not hearing nor seeing anything but white sparks, and he rocks it out as much as he can.

In these moments he is incredibly thankful that he seems to lack a gag reflex altogether. Jade's thrusts still manage to smooth down his throat -- and as soon as Shinjirou's come down from the greatest heights, still moving his hips, shuddering at times, he begins sucking his cock again. He doesn't want to lose a single drop and, satiation slowly rolling over him, he gets to fully enjoy the warm feeling in his belly every time he swallows more come.

"Fuck, fuck," the man is gasping, but it's all white noise to Jade as he watches Shinjirou come. His cock isn't being sucked properly anymore, but it doesn't matter, not when he can feel Shinjirou writhing, his throat helplessly working open and close as his climax sends every muscle in his body out of control. He's still for a moment after that, and Jade has to compensate by thrusting in and out of that slack mouth, but thankfully it doesn't take long for Shinjirou to regain awareness.

It doesn't take long for Jade to come either. As soon as he feels his muscles tense and the heat in his groin building up unbearably, he pulls out, having no intention of letting Shinjirou swallow his come. But despite his best efforts, a few drops still land on Shinjirou's tongue. Then the head of his cock clears his lips with a wet noise, and Jade moans and shivers as he hits his climax, his come striping all over Shinjirou's lips and cheeks.

There's a few drops left on his cock when he's done, smeared thick and milky white on the head. "Clean it up," he says, pushing it towards Shinjirou's mouth again. The guest chuckles quietly from where he's still draped over Shinjirou's back, arms going to wrap around his neck and shoulders as if they were old friends.

"Make him clean up his come too," he suggests. "Be a shame if it got your couch dirty."

For a second he's disappointed that Jade robs him of something he's been looking forward to ever since being asked to unzip his pants. He's audibly disappointed, too, whining loudly and leaning towards Jade's cock. Then he groans, lids dropping down as thick heat streaks his face.

His tongue darts out to lick the tip of Jade's cock clean even before he opens his eyes and then he laps everything up, wrapping his tongue around the half-hard length as he suckles on it until the job is done. Head tilted, he makes sure to look straight at Jade when he swallows.

Still bathing in the afterglow of his orgasm, he all but snuggles up to the man, nodding at the suggestion. He would do that; he would do almost anything asked of him in this state, sated and dazed and making little sounds of appreciation when touched.

It's more dangerous than being drunk, he realizes -- and smiles, because it doesn't matter. He's not in control here. They are. As long as he submits to their will, he can do no wrong.

The look on Shinjirou's face takes Jade's breath away. He paints such an overtly sexual picture now, still sucking cock even as come drips down his face, his whole body pliant and begging to be touched, to be used. There's an uncharacteristic fumble in Jade's hands as he tucks himself back into his slacks and zips up.

"That was good," he tells Shinjirou, reaching out to tuck his hair behind his ears, safely out of the way. Absently, Jade thinks: He really does have quite a nice smile.

Behind them, the guest gives Shinjirou's body one last squeeze, then finally pulls out and climbs off him. "Get to it," he yawns.

Shinjirou isn't quite sure if it really is better, but getting Jade's approval does feel better than coming. Giddy with the warmth that spreads in his chest, he leans into the touch, purring. His expression changes when the guest's cock pops out of him, his mouth forming a surprised little O. Sharp, raw pain, for a second, then cool air brushes his abused entrance. He'll be able to feel it for a few days, he figures.

And he hums contently because of it, arching his back as he gets up on all fours again.

Silently, he shifts on the couch and soon lowers his head, tentatively sticking out his tongue to lick at his own come. He's tasted it before, though on another guy's lips, and the reason for his shudder isn't disgust -- it's how he imagines he must look to the two men watching, looming over him. Ass raised as he licks come off the couch as if he were a kitten licking up spilled milk. He makes sure to catch every single drop; it's a pity this requires him to look down and unable to check the men's faces.

He'll be able to hear their lust, even if he can't see their faces. Jade tries to strike up their conversation again, but they're both clearly distracted, their voices pitched low and occasionally interrupted by a hitch of breath as they watch Shinjirou's tongue dart out, followed by the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallows.

Once Shinjirou is finished, Jade tugs him back into a lying down position, encouraging him to place his head on his lap - after he's made sure the come on his face had dried, that is. He pets him every so often, as if he were some obedient animal.

The conversation resumes it's flow. The guest toys with Shinjirou's ass as he talks, thrusting thick fingers into the stretched hole every time he wants to punctuate a point. By the time their talk begins winding down, another hour had passed, and the guest is fully hard again.

"Let me fuck him again," he mutters, but Jade shakes his head.

"You've already had your chance." He glances down at Shinjirou. "Unless you want him to?"

It's not a conscious decision he makes when he follows the pull of Jade's hand and lies down, it's an instinctive reaction to let himself be guided. With exhaustion making his body heavy and his mind light, he's incredibly thankful for being allowed to rest peacefully on Jade's lap. The humming doesn't cease, looking at Jade through half-lidded eyes, though he tries to be quieter when the men talk business again.

His legs are open, one knee leaning against the back rest, the other hanging off the couch, giving Jade's guest easy access. Despite trying his best not to be disruptive, his entire body curves up, his moans barely muffled when he pushes his face into Jade's stomach. One hand's clutching the edge of the couch, the other running aimlessly over the fabric. The casual way the guest fingers him is something completely new. It's as if he were merely doodling while holding a conversation, but to Shinjirou, it's the center of everything. The come left inside of him gets dragged out, smoothing the way back in, spreading deep inside of him. He's hard again soon, but he doesn't attempt to touch himself. Writhing, head thrown back, he loses focus more and more, until Jade speaks to him.

May he talk now? He keeps his voice low -- the words come out raspy, throat just as sore as the rest of his body. "I want you." He holds his breath then. By now he's understood it's not his place to ask for things. He might have just destroyed everything, risked the soothing petting, the delicious, pointed thrusts into his oversensitive body. And his sob of an apology is for Jade alone, not the guest, though he's not sure it'll be recognized.

"Next time, just nod." His words are reproving, but he leaves it at that; by the way Shinjirou had sobbed, he clearly knows he had done wrong.

His guest is too impatient to join in on the chastisement. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. You'll be good, won't you?" He twists his fingers inside Shinjirou, scissoring him roughly. "Flip around and keep your legs spread, that's a good boy. I want to see your face while I'm fucking you. Hey," he glances up at Jade, "you want him when I'm done? See how much come he can keep inside him?"

"No thank you," Jade says curtly, pushing Shinjirou from his lap and rising to his feet. "I'm going to go clean up."

The man shrugs. "Your loss."

He's made a mistake. Knowingly. Closing his eyes for a moment, he does his best to tune out the guest's voice. The sudden change in atmosphere, combined with the heavy sense of shame sinking into his stomach, makes him want to go and hide.

On the other hand, he wants to make up for failing Jade.

Nodding weakly at the guest, he obeys. One part of the order sounds oddly unpleasant to him. He doesn't want this man to see his face. Still he offers him everything he's asked for, legs apart and Shinjirou's eyes warily watching him.

He grips the edge of the couch again, this time not wrongly expecting to be treated with care. Jade's leaving, too. It's punishment, he thinks, and it's cruel. But ... this is the chance to prove himself, and so he tightens around the fingers digging around inside of him, remembering that the man seemed to be into it.

"Do as you're told," Jade tells him, then he's gone, strolling casually back into his study.

Once the door swing shuts, the guest crowds close, pulling his fingers out. "I want to hear you scream." He says, hefting up one of Shinjirou's legs and forcing it to hook over his shoulder. The other leg he leaves alone, except to brace his hand against as he lines his cock up against Shinjirou's hole, not even bothering with lubrication. "Don't care if you curse or swear or whatever, I'm not like your master."

With a grunt, he hoists Shinjirou's ass higher, thrusting inside in the same movement. "Don't clench this time, don't clench," he pants, forcing his way deeper inside with quick, rough jerks of his hips. "You're no virgin anymore, I fucked that out of you, you shouldn't be so tight."

He surprises himself when he whines at the loss once he's empty, but if what the guest wants is for him to be noisy anyway, then it should be okay. Having slept with a lot of men suddenly doesn't help him anymore, he notices. This is a different approach. He doesn't know what he's allowed to do until he's being told so.

And this man isn't like Jade. There's nothing sophisticated about him, he's just a hard edge made to leave bruises by accident, not with the intent to remind you of him. He's dirty and rough in a way Shinjirou has dealt with before -- just, not as a slave.

Back arched, he ensures it's easy enough to handle his body, and relaxes the exact moment the guest requests him to stop clenching. It's leaving him wide open to be fucked and that's when he screams out for the first time, the thick length suddenly plummeting into him with too much ease. He can take it all up to the base, feels the man bottom out, balls brushing against his ass. "Ah. Ah -- like this?" His eyes briefly wander over the man's body and the desire to touch, scratch, is evidently there. He tugs with more force on the couch instead, jaw dropped to let out any sound he makes.

"What -- should I scream?"

Swallowing hard, he tries to time the rocking of his own hips with the man's thrusts. His words are broken apart by short outbursts, high-pitched cries. "That you fuck me so good with your big cock?" For all that he finds he dislikes the man, it's not a lie. It's rough and fast and gets him squirming, his body willingly sucking the intruder deeper inside.

Most importantly, if he's loud enough, Jade will be able to hear, will know he's being a good boy again.

"Yeah, fuck you, scream for me- " The man is shouting now, a constant stream of abuse as he digs his nails into Shinjirou's legs, his ass, his waist, clawing and scratching. Shinjirou is loose, so loose that he quickly abandons the shallow thrusts in favour of pulling out almost completely and slamming back in. It's fast, it's sloppy, it's graceless; there's come streaked white against his cock when he pulls out, mingling with the leftover lube and the clear precome that's beginning to drip from the head.

"Get your legs higher," he snaps. "Let's see how deep I can fuck you."

It's so wrong that this man is marking him everywhere and with every new angry streak he leaves on his skin, Shinjirou wants to shove him off more. Now that he belongs to someone, it is suddenly not as fun as it used to be to let a complete stranger paint him red and black and blue.

Instead of hitting the man, he makes his own body move in a harsher pattern, meeting every hard thrust. He's spilling again, can feel it drip onto his own chest more than he can see it; as told, he looks at the man to let him catch every change. The way his brows knit together when the guest hits a perfect angle and his mouth opens wider when his screams rise in volume.

He's quick to slip his hands below his knees and pull them up until they touch his face. He holds them there, fingers digging into his bruised thighs. "Fuck it into me, I want all of you, please," he begs, and he thinks he's doing a good job at it, too, letting his neediness color his voice. If he's doing it wrong, he's sure Jade will let him know, if the guest doesn't. "Your cock hurts so good."

"Yeah- yeah, I will, gonna come into you until you can't take anymore, you want that, huh?" He's all but bent over Shinjirou now, close enough to kiss, but he doesn't. He bites instead, sucking bruises that bloom on Shinjirou's neck and his shoulder, thrusting rapidly into him all the while until the couch creaks under the force of their movements. For a few moments, he's silent, save for his grunts and heaving breath.

Then: "Touch yourself. I want you to come." He pushes forward, forcing Shinjirou to the limits of his flexibility. "Show me- you love whoring yourself out, don't you, you're made for this life; you're so loose you can take two cocks, I should have forced your master to fuck you with me."

"Yes," he hisses, tilting his head to bare himself to the man's teeth. He's crying out, making up for the other's silence, hand shooting down to wrap around his cock when he hears the order. The grip he's giving himself is too tight and he pulls on his cock too fast, but his precome soon covers it and he can't help but tense when the heat gets too overwhelming. "I love it. I know I'm a -- a slut. I need my holes filled."

"Next time," he whispers, throat so raw he wonders how he's able to speak at all. "Next time I'll take both of you. I'll be so full, I'll--" His body convulses, eyes rolling back and then he's coming so hard, he hears himself cry out senselessly, pleas and curses mixing. It's just his imagination, possibly, but it seems to last forever: The writhing that throws his body around and the forceful contractions that massage the cock inside of him. By the end of it he's still weakly jerking, everything blurry and feather-light.

He fucks him through the orgasm, then beyond it, the back and forth motions of his hips increasing to a frenetic pace. "Useless slut," he snarls, "Couldn't even make me come from that, what's wrong with you?"

He's got a firm grip on Shinjirou's hips and rear now, pulling him up to meet every single thrust, then shoving him away just as quickly. Shudders run through his body every time Shinjirou squeezes involuntarily around his cock, and he groans, low and desperate.

The groan becomes a wordless shout as he thrusts deep into Shinjirou and finally comes. For the second time in as many hours, he collapses on top of Shinjirou again, unheeding of the way Shinjirou's come soaks into his expensive shirt.

"Sorry, sorry." It's good he's been through the physical side of this before. Despite being too sensitive all over, his cock softening quickly, he manages to stay relaxed enough to take the man. There's no pain, just the numb sensations of being stretched again and again, an odd tickle running through him.

He keeps crying out, though his arousal's gone. It's ... still pleasant, when it shouldn't be. And he groans, happily, when he feels the man come. He's filled with thick warmth, body drinking it up. It's possible he's making another mistake when he tentatively runs his fingers through the man's hair, rubbing his cheek against the other's. "I'll be better next time," he whispers and rolls his hips once. "I promise."

For now, though, he wishes he could get out of the uncomfortable position. The muscles in his legs are twitching on their own, making him shiver. He doesn't have the strength to hold them up like this anymore and if it weren't for the man's weight keeping him pinned down, he'd have dropped them. He just wants to rest, exhausted, skin tingling -- he whines, hoping to get the man's attention. Jade, he thinks, he wants Jade to come back.

"You better." He kisses him roughly, open-mouthed, but pulls back after a second. "Aww, fuck, shouldn't have done that, you taste like come."

The man seems relaxed in the afterglow, only chuckling when he hears Shinjirou's whine, his earlier animosity all but gone. There's still a hint of breathlessness in his voice as he says, "Impatient, aren't you? Fine, fine, give me a minute."

Carefully, he sits up, scowling a little when he sees the state of his shirt. "You owe me," he grouses, but he isn't particularly rough as he helps Shinjirou lower his legs. He takes his sweet time pulling out, however, making sure every single drop of come stays inside Shinjirou. The excess stickiness that clings to his softening cock gets wiped off against Shinjirou's inner thigh.

Finally, he sits back, just as the door to the study swings open again. Jade re-emerges, taking in the scene with a quick sweep of his eyes.

"All done?" He asks lightly. At the guest's affirming nod, he steps closer, expression as placid as ever. But as controlled as he is, there's a light flush to his skin that he can't conceal. "Good. Shinjirou, stay here while I see our guest off. Don't fall asleep."

Shinjirou must want company, he knows; he remembers how needy he had been earlier, nuzzling up to him like someone starved for attention.

Which is precisely why he's leaving him alone.

The kiss is unexpected, but he allows it and thankfully, it doesn't last long. He frowns at the obvious realization. Of course he tastes like come, swallowing first Jade's and then licking up his own. Pressing his lips together, he keeps the yeah, you idiot on the tip of his tongue.

Getting some help with his legs is appreciated and he sighs, letting his hands drop down beside his face. "I'll make up for it." The slow drag against his skin when the man pulls out forces him to squeeze his eyes shut. It's no less intense than when he'd first pushed into him. Once he's empty again, his body seems to try its best to close the stretched-out hole; he can feel himself twitch as the man wipes himself off on his thigh.

His heart skips a beat when he hears Jade's voice and he turns his head, looking for him. He's not given enough time. Jade and the guest leave. He doesn't care about the latter, he's covered in bruises and scratches and come from the man. He can still feel the way the man's cock has affected his body. It's like he's not really gone yet.

But Jade? Shinjirou strokes his cheek, the dried-out come Jade had left on him. And then he laughs. What the fuck is wrong with him.

Jade takes his time, helping the guest clean up before escorting him into his car, and afterwards returning the lube and the unopened box back to his bedroom. Then, very quietly, he prepares a hot bath.

It's only after all that is finished that he circles back to the couch, his footsteps almost completely silent.

"Still awake?" He asks.