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"Takemichi, you don't have to do it," Inui says.
Kokonoi nods in agreement, his black eyes darting anywhere else but in front. Takemichi has to crank his head to the side, the little stinging pain reminding him of the fact that he's been brutally beaten by Mucho just a couple of hours earlier. He meets Mucho's eyes, the taller boy looks guff, but still stoic.
"If I do it, you'll really release us?" Takemichi asks a second time.
Takemichi wants to confirm it again, just to make sure that he didn't mishear the older boy. Mucho stares at him, expression bordering between a baffled and an amused one and Takemichi can't blame him.
After all, no one in their right mind would ever agree to his conditions but unfortunately for Mucho, Takemichi was anything but sane.
Well, he's the type to never give up. Falter? Maybe. But Takemichi didn't give up.
"You're really going to do it?" Mucho asks, his tone dipping low in amusement. The older boy stares him down.
A big part of Takemichi wants to say no, he didn't want to do it and it's not like he had much choice either. He really wants to run. He can't throw a punch for the life of him, let alone actually fight someone. He'd be better off playing dead. Takemichi knew getting mixed up with Toman would bring nothing but trouble. His body doesn't lie and it trembles at the incoming situation but he holds his ground and nods.
Takemichi is going to do it, he won't ever hand his friends...err, subordinate to anyone.
"Fine," Mucho says, sitting his ass down on the spare chair. "If you can make them cum in less than five minutes, then I'll release everyone."
"You're sick, Mucho," Kokonoi snarls, narrowing his eyes.
"Takemichi, you don't have to do this. Don't worry about us," Inui says, his light blue eyes flicking from Mucho and back to him. He offers him a reassuring smile and unbeknown to the older boy, that only makes Takemichi want to actually do it.
The thought of not fighting makes his stomach jolt. In an unpleasant way.
Yet he shakes his head, smiling or at least Takemichi's attempting to smile in order to reassure the pair. Sure they didn't exactly fully trust each other but right now, they were each others' allies. Takemichi winch when the corner of his mouth stung, probably because of an open wound (courtesy of Mucho, of course).
Mucho sure doesn't hold back at all.
"Are you going to untie me?" Takemichi asks.
He moves his aching wrists towards their captor. A second passes before Mucho shakes his head and he's slumping in his chair now, looking utterly bored.
It suddenly dons onto Takemichi what Mucho intends him to do.
His throat grows dry, and Inui and Kokonoi both fall silent, probably having caught onto Mucho's intentions. It's clear as day that Mucho wants him to suck them both off in under five minutes. He wants Takemichi to use only his mouth to get them both off. The damn bastard was really setting him up to fail but Takemichi isn't going down without a fight and he's surely not going to let him take his subordinates away.
"Takemichi," Kokonoi's voice sounds like he's straining himself. "Don't do this. I'll go with him. Don't worry."
"No."
Inui frowns, "Takemichi, you can't--"
Takemichi crawls over on his knee, resting his forehead against Kokonoi's knee and despite the growing doubt, he replies as confidently as possible, "Don't worry, Koko-kun, Inui-kun. I'm not going to let him take you. I'll do it in under five minutes."
A strangled sound comes from the side and Takemichi's reminded of their captor. His eyes dart up to Inui whose expression is almost unreadable, lip downturn into a small frown.
Takemichi gets it.
It's going to be weird.
No one wants to get sucked off by a guy. He's pretty sure Kokonoi and Inui don't swing that way (not that there's anything wrong with it). But he's never asked them before well, it didn't matter.
At least, not until now.
"Any time now," Mucho says from the back and he sounds impatient. "Get on with it, Hanagaki."
"Do me first," Inui says, light blue eyes glinting in determination. "I can get off quick."
Takemichi's mouth grew dry, everything's suddenly too real, and that this is actually happening. He's really going to suck a guy's cock in the middle of a warehouse. He's going to suck Inui's cock while two other people watch him. This is his first time doing a blowjob, let alone seeing another person's cock. Takemichi's hands start to grow clammy but still he shuffles over to Inui, sitting right in between his spread legs.
"Ready?" there's some clicking sound behind and Takemichi thinks it's a timer.
"Wait, you're not going to let me pull his pants down?" Takemichi asks, all bewildered from the fact that the bad situation is turning worst.
"Nope. I'm starting it now.”
Takemichi panics, a small part of him wants to protest at the unfairness. He's about to until Inui calls him back. The blond boy stares down at him but it's different from Mucho's cold eyes.
"It’s okay, Takemichi. You don't have to do this," Inui reassures.
Takemichi's quick to snap out of it, leaning down to Inui's crotch and the older boy finches just as his teeth catches onto the zipper. He's a little clumsy but he does manage to get Inui's cock free from the confines of his pants.
It should be gross.
And it would have been had Takemichi not been under pressure.
"Excuse me," Takemichi murmurs, his own cheeks burning when he hears Mucho snort in the background.
Inui's cock is a pretty pink, it's a little longer than Takemichi's very own. If his mind wasn't so preoccupied, he might have been a little self-conscious over the length difference but right now, he didn't care.
Hesitantly, Takemichi wraps his mouth around the tip of Inui's slowly hardening cock.
Inui reacts immediately, a small hiss escaping his lip.
Takemichi's eyes dart to the side and he's so glad to find that Kokonoi's not looking their way. This was already humiliating enough and he didn't need any more audience beside Mucho.
Inui jerks in his chair, his back arching when Takemichi slowly ran his tongue against the veins of Inui's cock. He can feel Inui's muscles start to tense, pulling taunt from the sudden stimulation. He's sure that if Inui didn't have his hands tied, the older boy would have been a hair tugger, and Takemichi's kind of glad that they are tied up because he needs his hair, it completes his fashion.
"S-shit!" Inui curses lowly.
Takemichi doesn't know why that simple curse makes his stomach flutter, probably because the older boy isn't grossed out by Takemichi sucking his cock or maybe because it's an indication that Inui's getting close. He starts hollowing his cheeks, dragging his head down until his throat feels ticklish as Inui's cock bumps against the back of his throat. It's enough to make him gag for it and he pulls back, hollowing his cheeks and he makes sure to keep his mouth tightly wrapped around the tip so he can suck on leaking pink head.
"Takemichi...I..." Inui struggles to speak, his legs jerking every now and then.
Takemichi doesn't stop, he continues because time is ticking away and he didn't even know how much time he had left. He leans back down, quickly wrapping his tongue around, toying with the underside of Inui's cock before lifting his head back off so he could catch his breathe.
His drool drips down the side of his mouth, evidence of his first time and clumsy nature. Yet Takemichi doesn't stop, he continues to bob his head up and down, essentially deepthroating Inui.
(Something even Takemichi has yet to experience himself).
Takemichi's cheeks start to ache painfully, it feels weird to have something this long down his throat. A couple more bobbing and before he knew it, Inui cursed so loud that it effectively rings inside Takemichi's ears.
The older boy's growling softly, had mumble something.
Pre-cum starts steadily leaking in larger quantity down Takemichi's throat, and after several seconds. His nose press against Inui's pelvis, Takemichi takes his time, inhaling deeply to catch his breath (his brain going mushy from the musky scent belonging to Inui).
“F-Fuck, Takemichi—I’m close, I'm going to…” Inui stutters out, his legs tensing up.
Takemichi gave the older boy a puzzled look, a startle whimper escaping his lip when he realize what Inui had meant, that he's going to cum.
Before he could pull back, Inui came. He came down Takemichi's throat, the rush of hot cum spurting down his throat makes Takemichi whimper, shaking at the surprise that he couldn't even drink everything that Inui had to offer him and the older boy continues to spill his cum down Takemichi's throat. Little bits of cum dips down the side of his mouth and onto the floor.
A second passes and Takemichi hazingly releases Inui's cock. Inui looks at him with a shameful expression but that's really the least of Takemichi's concern.
With a little bit of a struggle, he turns to Mucho who looks impassively unimpressed probably because time's on Takemichi's side.
"Good for you. But there's no time for rest. He's next," Mucho says.
Takemichi yelps and quickly shuffles over to Kokonoi to get started but Kokonoi has his legs closed. Black eyes staring anywhere else but him.
"Koko-kun, I need to," Takemichi starts.
"Don't," Kokonoi hisses, "You don't need to do this. Just give up."
"No. I'm not going to hand you over to him. Over my dead body," Takemichi says determinedly, his blue eyes blazing.
"You...!"
"Koko, just let him," Inui says, cheeks still flush red. "He's trying for you."
Takemichi's stomach flips on itself when Kokonoi opens his legs and there's a tent forming. A small part of Takemichi's pleased because this means he didn't have to get him hard.
Getting into Kokonoi's pants is alot harder than Inui's and after a couple more seconds passes, the panic sets in and Takemichi finally gets Kokonoi's cock out. His cock is a little wider, more red than pink. There's a patch of black hair at the base and it's trimmed well and—
"Get on with it already," Kokonoi whispers, the black-haired boy's cheeks is turning a light dust of pink.
Takemichi's cheeks start to heat up even more because apparently he's been caught admiring the shape of Kokonoi's cock. He takes Kokonoi in one smooth move, the practice with Inui makes this easier.
The black-haired boy jerks, a small groan escaping his lip as he hisses, "watch your teeth, Takemichi."
He pulls off of Kokonoi's throbbing cock, and peppers little kisses on the side while murmuring an apology before he swallows the tip again, descending down faster than he had been with Inui. He makes sure to relax his throat, and only stops when he feels Kokonoi's cock bump against the back of his throat. He barely holds back from vomiting.
Takemichi keeps sucking, hollowing his cheeks and rubbing his tongue everywhere, following the thick veins on Kokonoi's cock and—
"Shit," Kokonoi curses, thrusting his hip up. The chair makes a loud cluttering sound.
The movement forces Kokonoi's cock even deeper and it hits something inside Takemichi's throat and whatever it was stung hard enough that Takemichi immediately pulls back, hackling and coughing and before he could complain, something hot lands on his face.
He's quick to close his eyes. Acting almost on instinct.
The action keeps the foreign substance from entering his eyes. A couple more seconds passes, and the hot liquid smeared across his face is very telling that Kokonoi had just cummed on his face.
"A..ah, sorry," Kokonoi pants out and his tone sounds borderline embarrassed and Takemichi can't blame him.
"It's fine," Takemichi murmurs shyly, darting his eyes away from the pair.
Much to his horror, he's sporting a painful erection. He shuffles around to hopefully hide it.
The cum on his face starts to drip down the side of his mouth and Takemichi licks the subconsciously licks at it. Just like Inui's cum, Kokonoi's cum taste bitter, but it's not unbearable.
"Takemichi..." Inui's voice forces Takemichi to look at the pair.
He's greeted by the sight of Inui and Kokonoi staring down at him with such intensity that it made him even more embarrassed than usual.
Takemichi clears his throat, turning to Mucho (a part of him is reminding him that he's still got Kokonoi's cum on his face).
"Well?"
"So close. You were so close, Hanagaki," Mucho says, turning his phone around to show him the timer. "If only you were twenty seconds faster."
"W-wai—"
Takemichi barely brace himself against the ground as Mucho deliver a kick to get him out of the way. He grabs Kokonoi by his hair and drags him out from the warehouse and Takemichi stares at the door, wide-eyes.
Some time must have passed before Takemichi got the courage to turn back and meet Inui's downturn eyes.
"S...sorry, Inui-kun, I couldn't stop him," Takemichi mutters, his eyes stinging a little from suffering double the humiliation.
Inui gently nudges him, "We'll get him back, thank you...uhm, for trying your best."
Takemichi wants to scream because it didn't feel like his best. It didn't feel like he's done anything useful. The erection he's sporting is nothing but a painful reminder of his humiliation and he's thankful that Inui doesn't say anything about it.
In fact, they both don't say anything for a while.