Work Text:
Everyone crowded around Ogata as he took deep breaths, filling his lungs with more of the very thing causing him such torture. It felt like a fever had overtaken him, sweat soaking through his uniform and heat drowning him, but especially pooling in his trousers. He gasped, the strength draining from his limps as he fell to the floor. He hardly had the will to keep his eyes open.
Shiraishi was saying something, but Ogata’s blood was pounding through his ears and he couldn’t quite make it out. The heat was eased slightly as his clothes were stripped from him, hot hands caressing his fiery skin as they shucked off his uniform from his body. The sniper let out a pathetic whine when the attention left him, and he managed the strength to open his eyes and see the cause.
Was that...?
The ainu man, Kiroranke, was here now. Shirtless, and Ogata couldn’t help joining the rest of his group as they gulped, eyes collectively traveling down his large, hairy chest and sharply carved abdomen. That heat in his belly increased, and when he glanced up at the men around him, he noticed Tanigaki’s shirt had popped open. He nearly had a damn boob window now, and Ogata was surprised by how wet in his mouth that thought made him. A sudden urge to reach up and grab that plush looking flesh overwhelmed him, but he was still too weak to properly move. He groaned, and then whined again when everyone seemed to abandon him on the floor in favor of sitting around him.
They started talking, no longer seeming to care about his struggle as the heat in his belly only increased. They’d even stripped him of his fundoshi, his half-hard cock sitting open in the air.
“That’s it... I... I can’t take it anymore.” Sugimoto panted as he pulled off his shirt. Everyone watched as he fumbled with his belt and nearly tripped out of his trousers. Proudly, he presented himself to the rest of the men wearing only his fundoshi.
A slap to his own ass. “Let’s fuck.” Sugimoto suggested, as if everyone in the house hadn’t also been thinking the exact same thing. Picturing it, what it would feel like. Ogata bit his lip as his dick twitched. He wanted to put a hand to it, maybe bring some relief to his agony, but his limbs felt as if they weighed tons.
Silently, he watched Sugimoto and Tanigaki embrace each other. Sugimoto was quick to tear open Tanigaki’s shirt the rest of the way, going straight for the throat and biting down as he found himself in the matagi’s lap, grinding down harsh enough to force noises out of the both of them. With a desperate focus, Sugimoto slid down his thick thighs to reach down and unbuckle Tanigaki’s belt, pulling both his trousers and fundoshi down just far enough for his fully erect cock to spring out. The matagi groaned, and then let out a deep moan when Sugimoto slid further down to balance on all fours, beginning to lap greedily at his dripping cock.
“Fuck, Sugimoto, didn’t know you were like that.” Shiraishi spoke up, shamelessly stroking his own cock by now. Kiroranke shuffled past the two hungry ex-soldiers to corner Shiraishi against the wall, hands already going for his pants.
“And what exactly,” Kiroranke started, pulling out of his pants and underwear and grasping his long cock, giving it a few strokes, “are you like?” He gave a sly smile as Shiraishi crumbled under him, surrendering easily when he grasped his face and licked into his hot mouth. Shiraishi was the first to pull away, sucking and kissing a line down his chest, taking a nipple into his mouth.
“Fuck, please !” Sugimoto groaned. Tanigaki was fingering him, now. The man they called immortal let out desperate gasps whimpers as his prostate was abused by Tanigaki’s thick digits. He panted, swallowing in more of that cursed air as he bounced on the matagi’s hand. “Please, please, please.” He whispered out like a mantra. Tanigaki added a third finger, and Sugimoto moaned out his named loudly, hands clawing into Tanigaki’s shoulders, leaving bright red scratch marks, as he squirmed in his lap from the pleasure of being stretched and milked.
Ogata frowned, clearly being left out here. He felt like a creep, watching everyone else rub and suck on each other. Not helping at all with that feeling, the throbbing in his cock hadn’t let up at all despite the lack of attention, and had instead increased. He’d summoned enough strength to squirm on the floor, eventually managing to flip himself over and rub his desperate cock along his off-white cloak that had been left on the floor. Holding himself up—with great effort—on his elbows, he didn’t stop watching Sugimoto and Tanigaki. They’d moved past fingers while he wasn’t paying attention, but Ogata had looked back just in time to see Sugimoto try to fit Tanigaki’s impressive cock into his hole. He humped the fabric pathetically as he watched them, huffing with his efforts.
They were attempting to push the tip in, Tanigaki attacking Sugimoto’s throat with harsh bites and wet kisses. As Sugimoto twisted his head back to encourage more marks, his eyes caught with Ogata’s. Tanigaki’s cock went in then, and he thrusted up halfway, and Sugimoto wailed . Even as Tanigaki started thrusting in earnest, Sugimoto bouncing on his cock properly, whines and moans escaping his throat, his eyes didn’t leave Ogata. Frustrated by the sudden lack of attention, Tanigaki bit down on one of Sugimoto’s nipples, pinching the other, and the so-called immortal man’s eyes rolled back into his skull, mouth dropping open and drooling. “Good, so good, so good... Ogata.” He moaned out, head leaned back so far that he could almost see the sniper upside-down if he opened his eyes.
With a jealous growl, Tanigaki stood up suddenly, taking Sugimoto up with him. The man yelped, hugging Tanigaki’s shoulders so he didn’t fall down. Gravity sunk him down further on his cock, and Sugimoto whined, and then he whimpered when Tanigaki started walking.
Only taking a few steps, Tanigaki sank down to his knees, laying Sugimoto down on his back as he fucked into him right next to Ogata. “You wanted him?” He grunted out, hands gripping Sugimoto’s hips, fingers tracing over the scars he had there. “Just my cock isn’t enough for you?”
Ogata stared wide-eyed at Sugimoto. On his back, cock lodged in his ass, tears in his eyes, drool dripping down his chin, moaning like a bitch in heat. It was too much, and he averted his eyes, only to lock gazes with Shiraishi as he was fucked into the floor by Kiroranke.
“Oga... Ogata... please, please, I want...” Sugimoto panted out, words nearly punched out of him by Tanigaki’s ruthless thrusts. More tears escaped his eyes as he begged out into the air. “I want... please...”
Ogata looked up at Tanigaki, as if he had the code to decipher what Sugimoto was blubbering about. Tanigaki looked at him, sighed, and pulled out of Sugimoto. The reaction was immediate as Sugimoto whined and squirmed in complaint. Ignoring his confusion, Tanigaki flipped him onto his stomach and yanked him back up to sit atop his lap, pushing his cock balls-deep back into Sugimoto with a grunt. Sugimoto leaned back against him, head lolled back onto Tanigaki’s shoulder and mouth wide open.
“You think you can fit yours in, too?” The matagi asked, reaching under Sugimoto’s legs to pry them open.
Ogata’s mouth flooded with saliva, and he stared shamelessly at Sugimoto’s hole as Tanigaki’s thick cock pulled out and then disappeared into it. It really was a big thing, proportionate to the rest of his large figure. It was a wonder Sugimoto had even managed to fit it in at all. If he looked closely, Ogata could even see it under Sugimoto’s skin. A faint bulge going up and down as Tanigaki pounded into his intestines. And yet he still wanted more.
The pure lust and anticipation that thought brought him was enough to somehow get him to his knees, approaching Sugimoto’s barely lucid figure and raising a hand to his mouth. “Spit.” He instructed. A moment later, Sugimoto was spitting a thick glob of saliva into his palm. “Good boy.” Ogata smirked. He’d meant it as a tease, maybe even an insult, but Sugimoto moaned harder at the nickname, precome sputtering from his twitching, forgotten cock. If they ever got the chance to do this again, then Ogata would be sure to keep that in mind.
Despite his desperateness to get inside Sugimoto’s hot, twitching insides, Ogata had just enough cognitive thinking ability to know he should start this a bit slow so as not to tear Sugimoto right open. Wetting his fingers with the spit in his palm, he inserted a finger along with Tanigaki’s thrusting cock, pushing it in time with the thrusts.
“F... Fuck.” Sugimoto gasped, and Ogata got cocky. Maybe a bit sooner than he should have, the sniper pushed in a second finger, listening to the sweet sounds Sugimoto made as he thrust them in and stretched his hole around them. His own cock wasn’t nearly as impressive as Tanigaki’s, but it wasn’t anything to sneeze at, either. What it lacked in thickness, it certainly made up for in length. A bit like its owner.
When he determined Sugimoto’s hole to be loose enough, Ogata ordered for him to spit in hand again, lubed himself up, and lined up the tip of his cock up with Sugimoto’s hole. Tanigaki even managed to slow down as he carefully pushed himself in alongside the other, larger cock.
Sugimoto’s hands rushed to grip Ogata’s shoulders, fingernails digging into his pale skin. Ogata winced, taking his revenge by thrusting in the rest of the way. Sugimoto yelped, mouth unable to close as he gulped down as much air as he could while Tanigaki and Ogata began to trust into him in unison. Ogata took this opportunity to suck and bite his own marks into Sugimoto’s throat as the man panted and heaved and moaned.
“So much... I’m gonna die...” Sugimoto cried out, bringing his head forward as Ogata pulled away, half-lidded, glassy eyes staring him down.
“I thought you were immortal.” Ogata chirped, panting as he hammered into the bitching and moaning man before him. Sugimoto didn’t answer, grinding his teeth together, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Please... Ogata... I wanna cum.” He pleaded, and if they weren’t both trapped in a sex-crazed frenzy, then Ogata would have surely made him beg for it. As it was, Ogata himself could hardly wait anymore, chasing his own sweet relief. Mercifully, he took a calloused hand off of Sugimoto’s hip and wrapped it around his wet, weeping dick. Ogata and Tanigaki groaned when Sugimoto’s walls tightened around their cocks at the contact, which only encouraged them to increase their efforts. Ogata stroked Sugimoto in time with their collective thrusts, until he heard a sudden, intense wail as Sugimoto came all over his hand, a line shooting up and reaching his own chest. His insides got impossibly tighter, and the friction became too much for Ogata to bear as he came shortly after with a muted moan, followed by Tanigaki, filling Sugimoto’s insides.
They dressed silently the next morning, none of them being about to look each other in the eye. Ogata had purposefully dressed himself facing away from the others to keep himself from eyeing the marks he’d left on Sugimoto’s chest and neck. It was him who had suggested that they don’t tell anyone about it, as if any of them would dream of embarrassing themself by sharing such a story. Tanigaki was abandoned in the house to continue sleeping while the rest of them went to meet Asirpa on the beach. Sugimoto limping a step or so behind the rest of them.