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“Jiu-ge, please…” Shen Yuan whines, his hips twitching in pathetic little thrusts. He’s all but drenched the fabric beneath him, his pussy dripping slick like it needs to be bred. His hands unclench and clench at the bedsheets, faithfully keeping away from his poor, desperate cunt.
Shen Jiu hums mockingly. The heat scent is getting to him, but he won’t tell Shen Yuan that. “I didn’t know you were such a whore, A-Yuan.” He scolds, and Shen Yuan stifles a sob even as another wave of slick drools out of him. He’s so adorably bullied, red around the rims of his eyes. Shen Jiu wants to eat him up.
“I’m so empty, Jiu-ge, please, please, please…” Shen Yuan begs, lifting his hips as if to show off. His hole flutters around nothing, and he lets out another little sob when nothing happens.
Without even thinking, Shen Jiu takes his hand and slaps the wet, tantalising mound. It makes a wet sound upon impact, and when he pulls away a line of slick follows, snapping on his hand.
Shen Yuan shrieks, legs giving out as he collapses back into the bed, his sloppy pussy quivering as he cums, hiccuping little sobs. His face is red and teary, but his legs shake with the force of his orgasm. Shen Jiu stares in shock.
“Meanie, meanie, Jiu-ge is so mean…” Shen Yuan whimpers, burying his face into the pillow. Tellingly, his legs remain wide open, slick continuing to trail like rivers down his thighs.
“Is it mean if you liked it?” Shen Jiu glides his fingers down Shen Yuan’s sides, watching in fascination as the poor thing sobs, jolting beneath his hands. “Yuanyuan should be grateful. You know I shouldn’t even be doing this much. Qi-ge will be upset.” Though true, it’s not the full story.
When Shen Yuan had presented the first time, Shen Jiu and Yue Qi had fought viciously on who would get to have him. They had eventually settled on allowing their youngest to decide on his own, when he felt like it.
He knows Qi-ge is likely doing something like this, as well. Maybe he even fucks Shen Yuan, holds him still as he sleeps, pinning his slutty waist down as he uses him as a vessel for his pleasure, a soft and wet hole that cries so prettily whenever he is touched. Maybe he uses his other hole, so as not to break their agreement. Qi-ge is a liar, but not one outright. Shen Jiu would rather not know.
Not when he has Shen Yuan like this, laid bare like the finest meal, conditioned entirely to Shen Jiu’s touch, to his words, to his smell. Qi-ge may fuck him, but he doesn’t this. He doesn’t have Shen Yuan sobbing desperately for something as inconsequential as fingers, begging to be able to suck Shen Jiu off, to be touched anywhere at all.
Shen Yuan paws weakly at the bed. Luckily he stopped ripping it after Shen Jiu had punished him severely last time, only digging his hands in an expression of his misery. He opens his mouth.
The door swings open.
Yue Qi stares. “Xiao Jiu.”
Shen Jiu stares impassively back. “Qi-ge. How fortunate to run into you this evening.” He drags his hand down Shen Yuan’s thighs and the sweet thing keens, arching his back in a desperate attempt to get his fingers where he needs them. Yue Qi’s eyes dart to the sound, then draw higher, enamoured by the clutching heat. His erection is clear even in the dark. He closes the door behind him without so much as a thought.
“I thought we agreed to not fuck him…” Yue Qi murmurs, but it’s clear he doesn’t really care. His eyes darts between them, desire so evident he could’ve worn a sign and been less obvious. Shen Jiu snorts.
“I have not. I have simply made use of the wording, which I am sure you have done too.” He taps Shen Yuan’s clit, and he mewls, lifting his hips against the hand to rub on it like a bitch in heat. Shen Jiu smiles.
“Cum, A-Yuan.”
And he does. He cums immediately, whining high in his throat as he rubs himself to completion, his thigh shaking with the strength to hold himself up. Yue Qi gulps. “Good boy.” Shen Jiu coos as Shen Yuan comes down from his high, falling back into the bed. His poor thing has had to do so much work today. Shen Jiu would feel worse about it if he cared.
“As Qi-ge can see, I don’t fuck him. A-Yuan needs only the lightest of touch to become a puddle for me.” He says, like it is talk of the weather and not like they are discussing how they both have been fucking their youngest brother in all but blood. “Though, I’m sure, A-Yuan would love my cock. Isn’t that right, A-Yuan?”
Shen Yuan nods, a little deliriously. His eyes are glazed over, wandering. “Love Jiu-ge cock…” He slurs, drool slipping down his candy red lips. It’s unbecoming and vulgar and so, so tempting. “Love the taste, love the feel, wanna be on Jiu-ge cock forever…” He shivers at the thought.
Yu Qi looks like he can’t decide if he’s stricken or incredibly turned on. A mix of both, knowing his Qi-ge. “Does A-Yuan know it’s wrong?” He questions, a little hypocritically. Shen Yuan gives him an adorably confused look.
“But… Qi-ge also fucks A-Yuan… Qi-ge fucks A-Yuan ever day, even after Jiu-ge has made him cum for hours… if Jiu-ge is wrong then Qi-ge is also wrong and then everyone is right…” He trails off, like his nonsensical logic makes any amount of sense.
Shen Jiu hums in agreement even as he marks this new information down for later. See if he ever lets Yue Qi get his way again. “Qi-ge is very mean.” He says.
“Qi-ge is sorry.” Yu Qi sighs, brushing his hands over Shen Yuan’s oversenstive nipples. “But Qi-ge hasn’t fucked A-Yuan’s pussy before, has he? A-Yuan’s hole is still a virgin.” He casts a look at Shen Jiu, who only raises a judgemental eyebrow.
“Would A-Yuan like to be fucked?” Shen Jiu finally asks, when the room falls silent. Shen Yuan’s gasp catches in his throat. Yue Qi, who has known both of them for as long as any of them can remember and thus has already guessed what he would say, inclines his head in agreement.
“A-Yuan’s pussy is so loose. He can surely take us both.” Yue Qi adds. Shen Jiu hums. It would be intense and quite ill-advised for Shen Yuan’s first time, but all of this is ill-advised. They can’t argue over who stole Shen Yuan’s innocence if they do it at once.
Shen Yuan nods before the words can even leave his mouth. “Yes, yes, yes, please fuck me, please, I need it so bad, I’m so empty…” He shifts his hips, leaning into both of their touches. “I can take it, I want it, fuck me Jiu-ge, Qi-ge…”
“When you ask so nicely….” Shen Jiu murmurs. Shen Yuan is already loose from being fingered, and Shen Jiu takes the moment to make sure he is properly stretched out, walls pliant and willing beneath his thumb. He had been considering fisting Shen Yuan tonight when he had first snuck into the room. It wouldn’t even be the first time.
Really, Shen Yuan should be thankful. Two cocks would be much easier on his poor, delicate body then Shen Jiu’s fist. Just don’t look at their combined girth too much.
Yue Qi makes a punched out noise, inching closer on the bed to Shen Yuan’s drooling cunt. “Oh, so pretty…” He blows a puff of air on it and Shen Yuan keens, barely managing to not buck up in shock. So sensitive after cumming his brains out.
“A-Yuan. Jiu-ge and Qi-ge will enter at once.” Shen Jiu says without a hint of remorse. “It will hurt.”
Shen Yuan nods. “Whatever Jiu-ge wants.” He says readily, ever obedient to the whims of others. Shen Jiu smirks. Yue Qi looks hesitant, but Shen Jiu knows him. He would die twice over before giving up this chance.
“So sweet to us.” Shen Jiu murmurs. His cock twitches when he lines himself up to Shen Yuan’s hole, with Yue Qi following his lead. The poor thing is going to tear, and Shen Yuan will scream, and they will have a terrible time explaining this, should anyone inspect the bedding tomorrow. They’ve been walking a thin line already. This is a terrible, badly thought out fantasy,
“Fuck me, Jiu-ge? Qi-ge? Please?” Shen Yuan begs, turning his sweet, adorably wet eyes at them. His hole opens up just a bit under the shared pressure, like it is welcoming them inside.
Shen Jiu decides right then and there that he doesn’t care. Yue Qi seems to come to the same realization at the same time.
They slam home. Shen Yuan screams.