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Mickbell didn’t really remember how exactly he got into this situation, or why he now found himself supine between these two freaks. Kuro needed to help Rin with something? Kuro needed help from Rin? Or Kabru? Or? He wasn’t sure.
It was really, really hard to think when a tall-man’s dick was starting to push its way inside you.
His mind was a haze, his breathing ragged. Mickbell could barely think of what was going on in this room let alone what could be happening outside of it. A shiver ran up his spine. If he tried to think about what was happening—and the fact that he was the only person in this room without any clothes on at all—he became nearly too dizzy to breathe.
Mickbell’s head was in the lap of Chilchuck’s, the other half-foot crossing his legs to serve as a meager pillow under Mickbell. Chilchuck was still wearing all of his clothes, the only disrobing he had done was unclasp the top button of his shirt. The tall-man – Louis? Lauis? Laios? His name didn’t matter – was hunched over and positioned near (and now partly in) Mickbell’s bottom. Mickbell didn’t know why the tall-man was still wearing that stupid beige shirt. He gently gripped Mickbell’s hips and entered into the half-foot slowly. Mickbell’s body shook, remembering how large just one of the fingers on this man felt, how completely stretched out he felt with two in him. And now–
Mickbell squealed as he felt Laios push in further, feeling like he was about to burst. He desperately tried to grasp onto something, someone, anything for some sort of stability. But Chilchuck tsked and tutted at him, batting Mickbell’s hands away from any chance of purchase on either a body or the bed around him.
“Be good,” he said, taking the opportunity to relight his pipe. “Or I’ll tell him to go faster.”
Mickbell stared up wide eyed, closing his mouth and swallowing, his mouth feeling like cotton, only for his mouth to gasp open again a second later as Laios pushed his way further into him. Chilchuck looked down at Mickbell to make eye contact for only a split second before turning his attention away and laughing, puffing his smoke away into the room.
Why did Mickbell wish Chilchuck had blown it down towards him instead?
“How’s it feel, Laios?” Chilchuck said, puffing up through his pipe a final time before setting the pipe down on the bedside table. “Tight?” Mickbell squirmed.
“I—” Laios struggled, biting his lip.
“It’s ok,” Chilchuck reached across Mickbell to cup Laios’s chin in his hand. “I won’t be jealous.”
“H-he’s so tight,” Laios choked out, feeling Mickbell clench around him. Laios’s eyes closed and his face tilted down, his mouth agape.
“I’m surprised,” Chilchuck snickered, finally looking back down at the other half-foot, and finally, finally running his hand through Mickbell’s hair, resting his hand in it, Mickbell instinctively pushing into Chilchuck’s touch. Chilchuck looked back up at Laios. “Well, I’m sure he could take more.”
Mickbell didn’t notice he had started to drool. Laios slowly pushed further in and Mickbell gasped, once again trying to grab onto Chilchuck.
“Hey,” Chilchuck batted Mickbell’s hands away again, the man below him letting out a whimper. “I said be good.”
“I—y-you can’t… y-you…” Mickbell tried to say something, anything, but every little movement from Laios reset his brain. “I—”
“Use your words,” Chilchuck ran his hands through Mickbell’s hair again, the other half-foot’s breath hitched. The room spun.
“I-I need to hold onto something!” Mickbell blurted out. “Y-you can’t just f.. you can’t just fuck me and not let me hold on t..to something!!”
Chilchuck laughed again, patting the top of Mickbell’s head, the other half-foot’s dick twitching in response. He looked down at Mickbell.
“Say please.”
“F—Fuck y-!” Mickbell was cut off as Laios pushed further into him. Mickbell gripped at his own neck and bit his forearm, letting out a small scream. Chilchuck looked back up at Laios.
“You can go further, you know,” Chilchuck said, putting his own hands onto Laios’s hips and guiding him forward. Mickbell panted, his head flew back as he felt Laios’s entire length enter him—he was going to be split in two. “Faster, too.”
Laios obliged. Mickbell gasped, pushing his hands down to try to grasp at Laios before Chilchuck batted them away again. He flailed as he felt his entire body being moved by the man above him, holding out as long as he could.
“..P….P-PLEASE!!” Mickbell screamed, squeezing his eyes shut. He threw his arms back and grasped at Chilchuck desperately as he felt Laios thrust in and out of him. “P-PLEASE!! PLEASE!!”
“Good boy,” Chilchuck said, moving the shaking hands of Mickbell onto him. Mickbell immediately gripped Chilchuck, clutching at him until his knuckles turned white, Mickbell’s breath hitching every time Laios moved. His mouth hung agape and he felt a thumb rest on the edge of it and Mickbell opened his mouth to welcome it. He saw stars behind his closed eyes.
“You’re being so good,” Chilchuck cooed. Mickbell opened his eyes, realizing that Chilchuck wasn’t talking to him. Chilchuck ran his hands through Laios’s hair lovingly, the tall-man’s eyes closed and focused. Mickbell felt a drop of Laios’s spit fall onto his bare chest, and on the tall-man’s next thrust felt himself coming.
Mickbell squeezed his eyes closed again and screamed and he screamed loud, pulling at Chilchuck and wrapping his legs as best he could around Laios, Mickbell's entire body tensing and contracting. He heard Laios gasp and the tall-man’s movements became more staggered as Mickbell rode out his orgasm. Mickbell’s eyes opened again, glazed and glassy,
“C-Chil,” Laios choked out. “He just, I think I’m—”
“Shh,” Chilchuck said, bending over across Mickbell to meet his face to Laios’s. The tall-man was panting, his thrusts becoming more and more fervent. Mickbell was shaking, spent, he let his body be moved and used, his mind static. Staring up he saw Chilchuck lean in to kiss Laios, and at that Laios’s breath hitched as he thrust deep into Mickbell, spilling into him.
Mickbell heard more praise above him, but he couldn’t make out what either of the two were saying exactly. His ears rung. Mickbell heard himself moan and his body shake as Laios exited him, feeling liquid pool out from under him. The half-foot’s body tingled and even if he tried he knew wouldn’t be able to move it. He also didn’t want to try, part of him just wanted to stay here.
Mickbell breathed heavily and stared up at the ceiling, his mind simply unable to process anything more. He felt the room spin as he closed his eyes.