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"Okay, but like why do I have to be in the middle?"
Haruka swatted at Seiya’s shoulders. "Can you shut the fuck up?" A crooked grin stretched across Haruka’s cheeks, her steely blue eyes twinkling with malicious glee.
Tight rope coiled around Seiya's arms. Earlier, at Michiru's instruction, he laid on his stomach with his arms folded behind his back, his forearms flat against his back, and his knuckles almost reaching the opposing elbow. Haruka had roughly tied his wrists to his forearms while Michiru stroked his hair. When they sat Seiya up to coil the rope around his torso, Michiru had leaned in. The feel of her lips against his subdued the biting tug of the ropes.
Now, Seiya kneeled on the bed. Haruka and Michiru sat against the headboard; Haruka had a wicked grin on her face, while Michiru held her polite smile. Glimpses of her true intentions hid behind it. If Michiru had her way, Seiya would be red-faced, breathless, and unable to walk for a week by the end of this.
Michiru tugged Haruka’s ear. "You're too mean to him." Her attention turned back to Seiya; her eyes roamed over his body, hungrily analyzing every detail, but her voice was sweet. "Good boys don't need explanations on where they're put."
Haruka leaned closer to Michiru. "You're too soft on him. He needs a firm hand."
Her hands rested on Michiru's waist. Their lips melted together in front of Seiya, who greedily took in the sight of Michiru's lace bra straining against her chest with every big breath, and the sight of Haruka's harness over her boxers. The strap bobbed as they kissed.
Experience told Seiya to keep quiet, but he wanted to interject. Say something funny or flirty to get the attention back on him. But once they had him where they wanted him, both women knew how to block him out. Seiya knew that better than anyone. Speaking would only make his wait longer. When did he get so domesticated? Obediently keeping himself quiet was way more embarrassing than being gagged; at least he'd look sexy drooling around a ball gag.
One of Michiru’s hands groped behind her, reaching for the nightstand until her hand found the pump bottle of lube. She fumbled with it, still focused on Haruka, until she got a dab on her hand.
Her lubed hand wrapped around the strap-on. Haruka groaned when Michiru pumped her hand. She bucked into each pump, leaning farther into Michiru.
When they finally finished, both turned to him with hooded eyes. Michiru leaned back against the headboard while Haruka got off the bed. Seiya kept his eyes on Michiru, refusing to watch as Haruka stalked around him like a predator. The weight shifted behind him, but Seiya kept his gaze firm on Michiru’s tits. Well, she was a lady, so her boobs. Breasts, he meant breasts.
Suddenly, Seiya’s face was in the sheets.
“What’re you doing?” The fabric muffled Seiya’s words.
“Warm up’s over, little bro.” Haruka smacked his ass. Her fingers trailed to his covered pussy. “I know watching us gets you ready. Whore behavior.” Haruka leaned over him, her chest pressing into his back. The strap pressed on the inside of his thigh. “You always act so tough but you’re a raging slut inside, aren’t you?” Haruka hissed into his ear. “I bet you spend everyday dreaming about my strap.”
He hated it, but his insides churned at her somewhat truthful words. His clit throbbed between his legs and his thighs squeezed together around the strap. The pressure made him hold in a mewl. His cheeks were burning from his hurt pride and growing desire.
Seiya turned his head to the side, cheek against the sheets. “Fuck off. I only daydream about Michiru.”
Haruka slapped his ass again. Harder this time.
Seiya yelped. His body clenched and tensed, his teeth digging into his traitorous lips. He could feel the smug satisfaction radiating off of Haruka. The only reason he made a noise was from surprise. It didn’t actually hurt - he wasn’t a baby.
Haruka chuckled as she leaned back up. The warmth of her body left his back, leaving Seiya feeling suddenly sparse.
“Now, now,” Michiru said. “Behave.” Seiya wasn’t sure if she was scolding Haruka or him, but he hoped it was Haruka.
The weight of the bed shifted as Michiru kneeled. One hand gripped Seiya’s hair while the other went under his cheek to lift his head. Haruka’s hands went to his stomach to hold him up from the other side.
His view from this angle was crazy. His nose brushed against Michiru’s small bush, while her stomach and underboobs were his eye candy. An eager, hungry smile spread across Michiru’s lips, made even more delicious by her red lipstick.Her eyes twinkled with joy and hunger. The way her curls fell made them look like a hood around her head.
“Only well behaved boys get a taste,” she told him.
With Haruka supporting most of his weight, Michiru could remove the hand under Seiya’s chin. He dipped slightly, and his scalp hurt because Michiru refused to let go of her grip, but with Haruka’s hands on his stomach and his own tensing he was able to stay upright.
Michiru caressed his cheeks before pinching them between her finger and thumb. “Are you going to be good?”
With his cheeks scrunched, his ‘yes’ sounded garbled.
“Good boy.” Michiru brought her hips forward, letting his lips press into her bush before she pulled back. “You first, Haruka.”
Seiya had nearly forgotten Haruka was behind him. The tip of the strap pressed into the back of his thigh, and her hands tightened on his sides.
“He’s gonna be too busy moaning like a girl to eat you out, Michi.” Haruka sounded excited, despite her cruel words.
“Let me worry about that.”
Haruka hummed. “Okay, babe.”
One of her hands left Seiya’s stomach - making him need to tense his stomach harder - to yank down his boxers. They pooled around his knees. The cool air hitting his pussy made him tremble.
Haruka smacked his thigh before bringing her hand back to support him. “Look at you… like some lame little porn star. Shake it for me, would you?”
Seiya wanted to snap back about how Haruka was the one reciting lines straight from a bad porno, but he remembered Michiru’s words. If he wasn’t well behaved, she wouldn’t let him eat her out. He’d just be face-down-ass-up on the bed with Haruka pile driving into him.
He wiggled and shook his ass the best he could while supporting his torso.
Haruka barked out a laugh. “Good doggy.”
The tip of the strap nudged against his lips, making him freeze.
“Come on, slide on it.”
Seiya arched his back, pushing his ass back as far as it would go. The strap pushed inside him. He moaned, and his legs trembled as he took it deeper. Haruka’s grip tightened on his stomach. Her thumb brushed against his skin in a loving circle. She pushed her hips forward and slowly thrust into him. Seiya moaned again. His stomach felt weak, his legs were shaking. It was hard to hold himself up. His breathing was already heavy.
Michiru moved her hands to his shoulders, providing him with much better support. Seiya’s aching stomach could relax slightly, but Haruka’s thrusts still made him feel weak.
With each thrust, Haruka gained speed and power. Seiya rocked forward with each thrust, his face pressing into Michiru’s bush, his tits shaking in their sports bra. The bite of the rope stung each time he instinctively tried to throw his hands down to support himself.
“Look at your face… ” Michiru sounded positively delighted. “Oh, I wish I brought my camera.”
It took more effort than he would’ve liked to look up. Her tits still looked so yummy from this angle. Her smile seemed more devilish. Even though she was supporting a good amount of his body weight with her arms, she didn’t look like she was straining.
“Are you ready to take care of me?” she asked.
Seiya whined, pressing his mouth into her mound.
Michiru made a noise, but with the smack of Haruka’s hips against his and his own heavy breathing and moans, Seiya could barely hear it. Michiru inched forward, changing the angle so Seiya could brush his nose against her lower lips. The position was awkward, his neck craned and bent so he could get his mouth in the right spot. He couldn’t see where he was going, and Haruka’s continued thrusts made it hard for him to focus anyway. He kept moaning into Michiru’s skin, blindly kissing her pussy until he found her clit.
Michiru’s moan reverbated down her body - or maybe that was just Seiya feeling his own moan - as he sucked on her clit. Her nails dug into his shoulders.
Haruka increased her pace once she realized Seiya had finally found Michiru’s clit. It bounced him forward, continuously knocking into Michiru’s thighs, but he kept his focus on sucking Michiru’s clit like a hoover.
Forming a coherent thought got harder and harder. Everything just became Michiru and Haruka - and trying not to moan too much so he wouldn’t stop sucking Michiru’s clit. His hummed moans and whimpers were clearly a fan favorite.
He wasn’t sure who came first, but the tension in his stomach melted away. Going limp, only Haruka’s strong hands kept him from collapsing face first into the bed. His head hung as he gasped for breath and mewled, his cheek brushing against Michiru’s thighs.
She slumped back too, sitting back on her heels. Her arms curled around his upper torso, resting his head on her shoulder while they both caught their breath. His sticky mouth placed a wet, open mouth kiss on her neck.
Haruka pulled out of him and let go of his stomach. Seiya pitifully crumpled, his crotch rubbing into the bed. Haruka lightly swatted his ass.
“All that complaining about being in the middle - and for what?” Haruka laughed. “Looks like you had a good time to me.”
Seiya hated to admit it, but she was right. He hated it when she was right.