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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Persona_5, Persona_Series
  Relationship:
      Kurusu_Akira/Takamaki_Ann, Kurusu_Akira/Sakamoto_Ryuji, Sakamoto_Ryuji/
      Takamaki_Ann, Persona_5_Protagonist/Sakamoto_Ryuji/Takamaki_Ann
  Character:
      Kurusu_Akira, Takamaki_Ann, Sakamoto_Ryuji, Morgana_(Persona_5)
  Additional Tags:
      Hand_Jobs, empowerment, butt_stuff, Male-Female_Friendship, Threesome_-
      F/M/M, Kissing, Sexual_Humor, Fluff, Smut, Fluff_and_Smut, First_Time,
      Masturbation, Het_and_Slash
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-17 Updated: 2017-12-26 Chapters: 2/? Words: 10477
****** Change of Plan ******
by Mishiman
Summary
     The old Ann might not have been so receptive to lending Akira a
     helping hand in a Palace safe room. But Panther feels differently.
     Now Ryuji just needs one last little push to try something new.
     Panther knows Skull can help with that.
Notes
     The Ann/Akira fic nobody but me wanted??? LMAO Oh well, adding in
     Ryuji takes it to a new place.
     I do like to think about what they could have added to the game to
     address Ann's feelings about her catsuit. She plainly doesn't like
     it, and it would have been nice if the writers could have used that
     to show character growth as she becomes more confident and sure of
     herself later in the game.
     Lastly, it's become apparent that I absolutely have to write Ann
     wingman-ing every single time.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
"Close the door!"

Ann slapped her hand over her eyes and shut the door to the safe room quickly
behind her. Heart thumping, she slowly turned back around. Is he really... ?

Yup. Her first impression of the quick glance she'd caught of Akira had been
correct. He was crouched on all fours on the plush couch in the safe room, face
pressed to the cushions and ass in the air. He wore his Metaverse outfit, but
he'd tossed his coat over the back of the couch and his black pants were yanked
down to his knees.

"J-Joker. What are you - "

He hadn't even stopped what he was doing when she'd burst into the safe room,
looking for him. Ann took a step or two closer as he gasped into the fabric of
the couch, arm flung behind him to work at himself.

He finally peered at her upside down from beneath his arm. "Panther. I'm glad
you're here."

How can he just talk to me like that while he... ?! Of course, the answer was
obvious. Akira was channeling Joker: sly, cocky and completely immune to
embarrassment. Ann took another step closer and realized what she was seeing.

Akira was twisting his fingers behind him, trying to pull out a black plug from
his ass.

Come on. If he can handle this like Joker, then you can handle it like Panther.

Ann straightened her shoulders and breathed deep, shaking out her hair, and let
Panther take over. She closed the distance, heels clicking on the floor. When
she dropped onto the couch beside him, he smirked at her, this time from
between his own legs.

She gave him her best coquettish smile and batted her eyelashes behind her
mask. "Looks like our leader could use a hand."

He chuckled, low and dark. Definitely a Joker laugh if ever there was one. "I'm
at your mercy." He inched his ass closer to her, absolutely shameless, and she
took a moment to remove one of her latex gloves.

You might not get another chance, after all.

She knew she was stalling, but she desperately needed the time to get her
bearings, even if she was doing her best to bring Panther to the front of her
mind. She ran her bare hand over his ass, then trailed her fingertips down his
thigh. He gasped at her touch, and some part of her thrilled to hear it. When
she looked closer between his legs, she could see his balls hanging low below
the plug, and behind those, just a glimpse of his cock, half hard.

She swallowed and crossed her legs tightly, pressing her thighs together until
the latex of her Metaverse catsuit bit into her just how she liked it.

"Well, if you put it that way." She grabbed his ass, hard, with her bare hand
and used her gloved hand to grip the silicone plug. It took a surprising amount
of force and rocking back and forth to draw it out, and when she slouched down
she could see his expression between his legs as she worked at it. His face had
gone red, and he was panting feverishly.

Am I hurting him? But he didn't tell her to stop, and when she finally pulled
it free with an obscene noise, he actually let out a little groan and rocked
his hips forward.

His cock was fully hard now, just a few inches away.

But her attention was drawn away almost immediately. He was sticky with lube
and she couldn't stop staring. He was still panting into the couch, no longer
looking at her, so she acted without thinking. She tossed the plug onto the
floor and touched him with her gloved hand.

"A-aaahhhh... hah... " She felt something throb deep inside her as she shifted
her thighs, giving her fingers a better angle. The part of her that she thought
of as Panther grinned darkly as she realized she had Akira - Joker, even -
moaning into the couch. She spread the lube left over from the plug onto the
fingertips of her latex glove and stroked into him. He was still gaping from
the plug she'd just removed and she was able to easily insert her first two
fingers. She experimented, tugging at his opening and curling her fingers, and
he actually started to sigh in time with her motions.

Ann had always been attracted to Akira but had never made a move, and neither
had he; she'd assumed he thought of her as a friend only, so she'd kept her
thoughts to herself to avoid the risk of disrupting their team dynamic. The
only reason she was sitting beside him right now instead of fleeing the safe
room was because Panther had taken the wheel. Ann might have felt idly curious
to see Akira naked but Pantherloved seeing him this way, loved knowing her
fingers were pleasuring him senseless. She peeked at his face again and
realized he was a million miles away. His lips were parted and she could see a
little trail of spit leading from the side of his mouth. She gave him an extra
hard thrust and watched his eyebrows twitch as he moaned into the couch.

Ann was flabbergasted at herself; she hadn't even had a serious boyfriend yet,
and this was so far outside her realm of experience that she almost couldn't
believe it was really happening. But Panther took things as they came and used
them to her advantage.

Without warning she wrapped the fingers of her ungloved hand around his cock
and stroked him.

"Fuck - " he choked out, guttural and gasping hard.

She laughed, delighted, feeling like a true villainess. What could be more
fitting for a Phantom Thief? He truly was at her mercy, just as he'd said. She
took a moment to admire her own thighs, pressed together again. At first she
had been less than fond of her latex catsuit. It was, honestly, a ridiculously
fetishy getup; something for teenage boys to fantasize about rather than
something practical to wear while pulling off daring physical stunts and
thievery. It wasn't what she'd have chosen for herself, to say the least. But
what could be more fitting for the, ahem, task at hand? She wiggled her fingers
in her latex glove, stretching Akira, and laughed again to hear him sigh in
response.

Bet I know what you like, Joker.

She got up on her knees behind him and knelt, her gloved fingers still inside
him but no longer moving. She raised herself over his back and let her ungloved
hand trail over his grey vest until she'd found his bare skin again; she ran
her fingers over his thighs, his hips, and his ass, but left his cock wanting.
He let out a little whimper of frustration and she felt herself respond to the
sound, wetter than ever and throbbing.

Panther would tease him for hours if she let her, but Ann decided to move
things along. She drew in her arm until her gloved wrist was pressed against
her lower belly, her palm held at a right angle to herself to press her fingers
inside him; her crotch was just inches from him now. She drew back her hips and
slapped her thighs forcefully against the back of his legs, keeping her palm
straight to thrust her fingers into him at the same time. She felt Panther
snicker, satisfied, as Akira twisted his head to the side and groaned, loud
enough to echo in the small room. She picked up the pace and he arched his back
to let her in, his hips moving in time now as she rammed into him.

He was trying to say something in between her thrusts, but she wasn't going to
let him off that easy. She spread her knees for better traction on the couch
and just made it harder for him, rocking her fingers into him as her latex
catsuit rubbed against his skin. He finally made himself stop fucking her
fingers and pulled away long enough to speak.

"P... Panther... " he got out, and she couldn't help but let out a pleased
little hum. Channelling Joker might have gotten him this far but, right now, he
was all Akira. Joker would never allow himself to sound so... so helpless.

She grinned evilly and gave him one little half-thrust of her fingers just to
hear him. "Yes, Joker?"

He was struggling to regain a little composure. The words were right, and so
was the teasing tone, but his voice cracked high in the middle. "Panther. Won't
you help your teammate?" He wiggled his ass towards her just enough to make his
cock spring back into view, rock hard and leaking a little precum.

Seeing him act so openly depraved, so filthy, just made her want to stick the
knife in a little further. "Is that how you ask for a favour, Joker?"

She settled back down and sat on her heels behind him. She used her ungloved
hand to caress his balls, then his inner thighs, pulling back her fingers just
in time to avoid brushing his cock accidentally as he desperately thrust his
hips back at her.

She laughed again, feeling more like a powerful villainess than ever, then
twisted the knife. "Use your words,Leader."

He raised his head over his shoulder to peer back at her, glowering; she almost
might have believed it if he hadn't looked so out of his mind with arousal. His
eyes were hooded behind his mask and his hair was even more dishevelled than
usual. "You're going to make me beg?"

"Seems to me like you don't - have - a choice," she gloated, curling her
fingers inside him in time with her words. He let his forehead fall back to the
couch with a groan of frustration, though she managed to catch him off guard
and turned it into a long, drawn out whine as she suddenly picked up speed and
started driving her fingers into him. She had him writhing, rocking against her
without rhythm, when he finally choked out what she wanted to hear.

"F-fine - please, Panther, please, u-unh... fuck - "

She couldn't help it. "Was that so hard?"

Ann knelt upright again, pressing her thighs against him as she worked her
gloved fingers inside. She finally gave him what he wanted and skimmed her bare
hand over his cock, then gripped him in earnest and started stroking him. He
sank against her and gave her a shuddering, broken moan; it sounded so foreign
coming from Joker's lips that she tried to record it to her memory as best she
could. She bit her lip and sighed, loving every second.

Even Panther wasn't completely heartless. She left off teasing him and stroked
him until his breath caught in his throat and he came, slamming his hips
forward into her hand until his cock pulsed and slicked her fingers, then the
couch below. His legs couldn't hold him up any longer and he collapsed sideways
until his hip rested against the back of the couch, panting.

She slipped her fingers out and peeled off her remaining glove, then used it to
wipe the cum from her fingers and tossed it to the floor. She gave his ass a
fond squeeze with both hands before standing and giving him room to get his
clothing back in order.

While he was still occupied she took the chance to trace her fingertips over
her clit through the latex, then groped her crotch hard enough to sink her
fingers into her flesh. She sighed as her pussy throbbed. She could wait. She'd
have herself a grand old time when she got home from the Palace tonight.

She knew what the answer would be before she asked the question. "Was I the one
you were hoping would find you? When you told us you had forgotten something in
the last safe room?"

He was sitting upright now and zipping up his pants. She saw him wince in
response to her question for just a split second before he regained Joker's
usual confident facade. But she knew he'd be honest with her. Honour amongst
thieves, after all.

"Well. Since I sent you and Mona to scout out that hallway and left Skull on
his own to watch the door, I suppose I was expecting him to get impatient
first." He kept his eyes on her face, trying to see how she would take it.

Ann just grinned. "How long have you been, uh. Hauling that thing around with
you?" She nodded at the black plug lying on the marble floor. "Seems to me
there's gotta be a more direct approach if you wanted... attention, from him."

He rubbed his neck awkwardly. "You know him. He's a doer, not a talker. You
can't just... tell him these things." Joker had left him again; only Akira
would blush like that.

She threw back her head and laughed at him goodnaturedly. She felt like she'd
earned it.

A new thought seemed to occur to him. "I'm sorry I just... well. I got caught
up in things." He grimaced and looked apologetic. "I guess what I really mean
is that I'm not looking to start something with you. I was hoping for Skull and
didn't really... adjust to the change of plans very well. I mean, that was hot
of you, I'm grateful, but... "

The old Ann might have been heartbroken, or offended, but Panther was nothing
if not resilient. "Hey. Happy to help." She held out her hand and pulled him up
from the couch, then gave him her best coy smile as she looked him up and down.
"I'm not going to pretend I didn't get something out of that. Just lemme know
if things with him change. I might be interested in another round."

She saw him blush even darker and gulp, and the part of her that she thought of
as Panther laughed gleefully. She felt not only sexy but powerful, too. Her
catsuit didn't exactly leave much to the imagination, but she pulled at the
latex at her hips until it was even more taut, tugging at her and outlining to
him exactly what she'd gotten out of it; she wondered if he could see how puffy
and aroused she'd become there. She squeezed her breast and watched him lick
his lips.

You'd better stop teasing him or you'll never get out of here. She gave him a
break and waited for him to recover.

Akira had regained enough composure to only look slightly embarrassed as he
stooped to pick up the plug from the floor and drop it in his coat pocket, then
offered her her gloves.

"Nah. I'm going to leave 'em here. They'll just reappear the next time anyway."

He was withdrawn, perhaps still not believing he hadn't offended her, so she
slung her arm around his shoulders companionably. "He doesn't really pick up on
hints. If you want, I can feel him out for you. See what he thinks of you."

Joker was back. He smirked at her, all traces of embarrassment gone. "If you're
serious, I might just take you up on that." He pulled her closer in a sort of
sideways hug and they only separated to leave the safe room, preparing to hear
an earful from Mona.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     What did Ryuji hear while he was standing just outside the safe room
     door?
Chapter Notes
     Thanks to kolibris ( https://archiveofourown.org/users/kolibris/
     pseuds/kolibris ) for giving me the idea to continue this past that
     first Ann/Akira chapter! Ryuji has entered the mix now. Ridiculous
     hijinks ensue.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Akira flung open the door of the safe room only to immediately freeze in the
doorway; Ann nearly ploughed into him but stopped just in time.

"What is it?"

Ryuji had had his ear to the door of the safe room the entire time.

Akira smirked while he adjusted his gloves. "Something wrong, Skull? The last
time I saw you, you were watching the door from way...way over there," and
pointed with his chin to the far corner of the Palace hallway.

"O-oh, uh - "

Ann peered around him to get a better look and managed to get an eyeful of
Ryuji trying to adjust the pants of his Metaverse outfit without being noticed.
The belts crossed low over his hips might have hidden his bulge if he hadn't
just drawn attention to it. Guess now's as good a time as any to work my magic?

She grabbed Akira's shoulder and pulled him back inside the safe room, then
beckoned to Ryuji. "Oh, Skull. Good timing. Joker wants you inside."

Akira pressed his lips into a thin line, trying not to laugh out loud as he
shot her a look - Really?! - but he followed her lead. "Yeah. Strategy
meeting." He slouched back onto the couch, one foot resting on the opposite
knee and looking perfectly at ease. "Panther, can you tell Mona what's going
on?"

"On it." Just before she closed the door behind her, she saw Ryuji sprawl out
at the other end of the couch, still not-at-all-subtly tugging at the crotch of
his pants; he was so preoccupied that he didn't appear to notice Akira covertly
swiping at the cum trail he'd left on the couch before Ryuji had arrived. Maybe
they wouldn't need her help after all.

Outside the safe room, she found Morgana just where she'd left him, lying on
his belly and peeping around the corner of the far hallway. "Panther! What's
the holdup?!" he hissed, his ears laid flat. "Did you guys forget about me?"

"Course not, Mona!" she beamed. She knelt down to his level so she could lower
her voice; there were still a few Shadows within shouting distance, after all.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. But, uh. Joker's done for the day. He wants you and
the others outside to head back home."

His eyes went wide. "What the - ? But what about you? And I just saw Skull go
into the safe room too!"

Akira, you'll thank me later. She pretended to itch her nose with the back of
her hand to cover up a grin. "Well. About that. Joker's, um. He's run into a
bit of... trouble? He's embarrassed to tell you face to face so he sent me out
for a minute to pass it on."

"What could he possibly be able to tell you and Skull but not me?!"

There was no way she could keep a straight face, so she stood again and
pretended to peer around the corner while avoiding eye contact with Morgana.
"Don't tease him, okay?"

"Okay, but - "

"Joker got his dick stuck in his zipper. Skull's trying to help him right now."
She clamped her hand, now bare, over her mouth and struggled to keep a fit of
catastrophic giggling at bay. It was close, but she made it.

Morgana would have gone pale if it were possible. "How does that even - ?! I
mean... " She watched the gears turn in his head. "Of course I know about that.
I am human, after all. But, uh... "

Ann ran her fingers through her hair, trying to hide as much of her face as she
could.

"Hey, hold on. You said he sent you out 'for a minute'. You're going back in?
Why would he want a girl to help him with that?!"

She knew Akira would forgive her. Eventually. "It's. It's really bad, Mona. He
needs someone to heal. And I was the first to check on him so I've already, uh,
seen the situation." Her shoulders were shaking.

Luckily Morgana seemed to mistake her shaking shoulders and quivering mouth for
distress. "Geeze. Tell him to be brave, okay? I'll go pass it on." He was
already sprinting down the hallway before Ann could think of a reason why he
shouldn't tell the rest of the Thieves. She was finally able to let out a
choked laugh, hand still clamped to her mouth, as she watched him go.

But she had things to do and places to be. Once she'd regained her composure,
she sauntered back to the safe room, taking her time. The click of her high
heels reverberated down the deserted hallway, and she put a little extra sway
into her walk, just for herself. Wonder what those boys have gotten up to.

A whole lot of nothing, apparently. When she opened the door she found them as
she'd left them; Akira at one end of the couch, Ryuji at the other. She
wondered if they'd even exchanged a word while she'd been gone. "Hey, Joker.
Mona and the others headed back." She clicked her way over to the couch and put
her hands on her hips, trying to gauge the mood.

"Thanks, Panther," Akira said tersely.

She couldn't think of a way to tiptoe around it; fibbing to Morgana on the fly
had used up her creative thinking skills for the day. "Skull. Joker's into
you."

From the way they were staring at her, she guessed they hadn't gotten to that
topic of conversation yet.

"Wh-what?" Ryuji stammered.

Akira rolled his eyes at her."That's your big plan? Thought you were going to
'feel him out'. 'See what he thinks of me.'" He ran his hand through his hair.
"I mean, if that's your technique, I probably could have done that myself,
Panther."

Ryuji's eyes were huge behind his mask as he looked from Akira to Ann, then
back again. "Okay, back up. Back the hell up. What's even - what were you guys
even doing in here?"

Ann took one step closer, staring at his pants now. Looks like things settled
down while I was gone.

"Why're your gloves on the floor? Something happen to 'em?" Ryuji continued,
watching her approach.

She took another step, locking eyes with him. "What do you think happened to
them?"

"Uh, I have no idea? All I know is that you guys were gone a really long
freakin' time, and - "

One more step. She propped her hands on her hips, then bent at the waist,
looming over him and staring him down the whole time. "Caught you listening,
Skull," she singsonged.

"Well, I was just worried, because - "

She took a second to peek at Akira out of the corner of her eye. He was eyeing
her speculatively and seemed to be leaving it in her hands, waiting to see
where things would go.

"Because?" She smiled, turning back to Ryuji.

"Because... I heard... crying? Maybe?" What she could see of Ryuji's face
behind his mask was turning very red.

She straightened up and shot Akira a sunny grin. "I don't remember any crying.
Did I have you crying, Joker?" Moaning, maybe.

He was still more Akira than Joker right now, caught off guard as he was, and
she realized she'd actually made him blush too. "Heh. Um. No?" He looked away
from Ryuji, who was gaping at him with his mouth open. Even though he couldn't
look Ryuji in the eye, Ann could tell he was smiling.

The part of her that she thought of as Panther was excited, gleeful even. "See?
Nothing to worry about, Skull."

"Okay, but - " He was hopelessly confused. "Wait, what do you mean, the others
headed back? You actually got Mona to leave Joker behind? They're, like, joined
at the hip."

This was a situation for Ann, not Panther. She lost her confident posture and
started giggling helplessly behind her hands. "Oh... I just told a little white
lie... "

Ryuji and Akira were both smiling now; her laughter was infectious. "What'd you
tell him?" Ryuji asked.

She just laughed harder. "Told him Joker got his, got his dick stuck in his z-
zipper. You and me're the rescue team." She collapsed onto the couch between
the two of them. Ryuji threw his head back and howled with laughter, then gave
her a high five.

"You what?" Akira gripped the back of the couch and twisted to face her. He was
definitely not smiling now.

"Hey, you owe me. Do I have to remind you?" She slowly crossed her legs and
clamped her thighs together tightly. She was really just reminding herself.

Ryuji was still smiling. Ann had helped him calm down a little. "So, uh. Are
you guys gonna clue me in? On why we're sittin' in a safe room with nobody else
around?" He addressed both of them, but his eyes were on Ann's thighs and hips
as she writhed in place, just a little.

Akira finally took the reins and leaned forward so he could look Ryuji in the
face. "Panther was just helping me with a little problem I had." But he
couldn't resist. "At first, I wasn't going to tell her. But she teased it out
of me eventually."

Ann buried her face in her hands and shrieked laughter. Yeah, sounds about
right.

Ryuji was more focused on what Akira had said. "I, uh, thought it might be
somethin' like that." His face was redder than ever. Ann jumped when he
suddenly laughed out of nowhere, hard. "Thought she'd be the loud one though,
not you, man."

Ann collapsed back against the couch, giggling again, and hugged her knees to
her chest. If she'd had any time at all to think about how this might go, she'd
have pictured herself and Akira ganging up on Ryuji - after all, the single
activity they'd shared was still probably more experience than Ryuji had. But
maybe turning the tables would be more fun. She turned traitor without giving
it a second thought.

She draped herself across Ryuji, her knees on the couch and chest pressed to
his. His eyes widened but he stayed stock still, hands remaining at his sides.
The only part of him that moved was his knee, jittering up and down with
nervousness.

"Hey, Skull." She inched even closer to whisper in his ear.

"What?" He licked his lips, an uncertain smile on his face.

"Joker likes it up the ass."

This information did not seem to jive with the picture he'd had in his mind
while he'd been listening at the door. "He what?" She pulled back enough to
watch him stare at Akira behind her, at first just looking shocked. But then
his face changed, and he started to grin.

A second later Ann felt something press against her through her catsuit.

Ryuji's grin widened as Akira lightly trailed a single finger over first her
ass, then her crotch. He was getting bolder and bolder, finally actually
nudging his knuckle into her just a little through the thin latex. He was
stroking her folds when she couldn't take it anymore. She moaned in Ryuji's
face, then dropped her face to his shoulder, panting.

"Somethin' wrong, Panther?" He repeated what Akira had said to him when he'd
been found listening, then grinned wider than ever, and she dropped all notions
of being on anyone's side but her own. Every man for himself. Ryuji had started
laughing at her reaction, or perhaps what he could see of Akira's expression
behind her, when she grabbed his cock through his pants.

She imagined Panther uttering a truly villainous laugh of her own when she
heard Ryuji's cut short with a gasp, then a grunt as she stroked him through
his Metaverse outfit. Akira had stopped touching her and she knew he was behind
her, watching; she angled her hips out of the way and sat upright to give him a
better look over her shoulder.

"What was that, Skull?" she asked sweetly.

"Ngggh... "

She pressed the head of his cock into her palm, then leaned forward and to the
side to whisper in his ear again, still trying to give Akira a clear line of
sight. "Sorry. You're going to have to speak up."

He just tipped his head back and let it hang off of the edge of the couch,
breathing hard while she stroked him.

She pouted. It was more fun if he could keep up some semblance of a
conversation with her, like Akira could. But that reminded her of what her
ultimate goal was. She kept her hand on Ryuji to avoid drawing his attention;
then she twisted to look behind her as best she could. "Hey. Joker," she
whispered.

He was crouched behind her for a better view of what she was doing to Ryuji. He
had one hand on the back of the couch to keep his balance and the other was
pressed to the bulge in his pants. When he realized she was looking at him he
actually started to touch himself more, working himself to full hardness until
his pants were tented. She had turned around to try to convince him to take her
spot, to let him take a turn with Ryuji, but his expression was so perfectly
innocent, so Who, me? even as he stroked himself right in front of her that she
blew her cover and laughed in his face.

Busted. Ryuji was stirring, trying to see what Ann had laughed at, when he
noticed the state of Akira's pants. "Shit, man - " When Ryuji realized they
were both looking at him he actually tried to adjust his own pants to hide his
erection again, and this time the absurdity of it made both Ann and Akira laugh
at him.

He realized there was no insult intended and laughed himself after a second or
two. "Uh, guess that's not really necessary, huh." Ann watched him attempt to
make himself relax, legs sprawling and his gloved hands resting on his thighs.
Then she realized where he was looking and inched back against the couch, this
time to give him a better view of Akira.

Ann turned to stare at one, then the other as Akira worked himself slowly and
deliberately, giving Ryuji a good long look. But Ryuji looked away and stared
at the floor, completely overwhelmed. His eyebrows creased together and he
actually winced before he turned his face away even further.

Uh oh.

She exchanged a look with Akira. He asked for her help with his expression and
she nodded. This was another job for Ann, not Panther.

She snuggled in close to Ryuji and pulled his arm around her shoulders. When
they'd been closer friends in middle school, he'd often slung his arm around
her just like this, especially when he'd just said something to tease her; as
they'd gotten older, it would have attracted attention if he'd kept hugging her
in public, especially at school, so they'd stopped. They grew further and
further apart, lost in their own problems, and she'd forgotten all about how
nice it had felt to just be close to him from time to time.

Not like anyone from school can see us here.

She smiled to herself and rested her head on his shoulder. She had a good view
of the tent in his pants but now wasn't the time; she decided he needed a
chance to think things through. Actually -

"Hey, guys? Think we better talk this out for a minute."

She couldn't see Akira's face, or Ryuji's for that matter, so she just
listened. She could hear Akira settle down into a more normal sitting position
and felt him bump against the heels of her boots next to her.

He cleared his throat. "Yeah, you might be right. Skull?"

Ann listened to Ryuji's voice vibrate through his chest right next to her ear.
He sounded a little shaky. " ...Yeah?"

"Panther was right. I, uh. I wanna try some things out with you." There was no
trace of Joker in his voice now.

She could feel Ryuji's breath above her stir her hair as he thought about what
to say. "Huh."

She'd wanted to stay quiet and let them figure things out but she was already
interrupting before she could stop herself. "Is that all you can say?! 'Huh'?!"
She pinched his side viciously until he yelped, but instead of retaliating he
just squeezed her more tightly against him.

"Well, sorry, you guys, but I showed up today expecting to, just. You know.
Pulverize a buncha Shadows into a sticky pulp. Didn't know I was gonna get,
like, pounced on." He sounded a little exasperated.

"What, are you complaining?" She was already forgetting her own decision to
give him time and just barely brushed her fingertips over the bulge in his
pants, simply to hear his breath hitch above her.

"No, but - "

"Panther, if you don't stop teasing him there's not gonna be anything left for
me to do to him." This time there was a hint of Joker in his voice and she
smirked against the slick leather of Ryuji's jacket. Someone's impatient.

"Ah ah ah." She raised a finger to stop Akira. "We're rushing him. We forgot
something."

"What?"

Ryuji answered for her. "I'm not even into dudes, man."

She'd actually thought that his hesitation had just been nerves, and had been
about to suggest that he and Akira make out or something before moving things
further. He took both her and Akira completely off guard. "Wha - "

Akira looked surprised, but she was downright shocked. "Do you mean you guys
haven't even, like, kissed or whatever?" She couldn't see both of them at the
same time while sitting in the middle of the couch so she stood in front of
them, hands on her hips again.

Akira wore an aloof expression. He wasn't taking what Ryuji had just said very
well. "I never said we had, Panther."

Oh for - "Joker. Why. Why the hell would you walk around with... that... when,
when you haven't even... ?!" She was trying to gesture at the plug Akira had
stowed in his coat pocket, though of course Ryuji didn't know that.

Ryuji was not on the same page. "I mean, that's cool? That you like guys? But
that's not for me."

Ann tugged on both of her pigtails and squeezed her eyes shut in frustration.
So many issues to address, so little time. "You lie. You lie so bad."

Akira had twisted to face Ryuji at the opposite end of the couch and was
ticking points off on his fingers. "Skull. You check me out at the gym and the
bathhouse. Every goddamn time."

"That's normal, man!"

"If you're not interested, then why do you try to fit 'ass' or 'meat' or
whatever into your sentences whenever you can, whenever you're around me at
least? You have to see why I'd take that as a signal."

"I, that's just how I talk, like - "

Ann had her own point to add. "You stare at him, Skull. And I don't mean just
at the gym or the bathhouse. It's everywhere."

He'd run out of words and just swallowed, hard.

Ann crossed her arms across her chest and stood with her hip cocked. She still
had something important to clear up. "Joker, did you seriously think that
getting him to walk in on you while you were... like that... was the best, um.
Course of action? To show him that you were interested?"

The heat was no longer on Ryuji, so he perked up a bit. "What, were you jackin'
it in a safe room? Shit, man." He laughed a little and hung his arm over the
back of the couch, seeming to have forgotten that he was only a step or two
away from being in the same state.

She shook her head. "Nooooope. Try again."

"What else could you have even been doing when Panther found you... ?"

Akira tipped out the pocket of his coat onto the floor, showing him the plug
that Ann had helped him remove without saying a word.

"What the hell is - oh shiiiiit- " Ryuji muttered under his breath.

She had to throw back her head and laugh at him. His face was red enough to
match his ascot, and he'd clamped his hands over his mouth. She couldn't tell
if he looked intrigued or horrified; maybe a little of both.

She added helpfully, "Remember what I said a minute ago? Joker likes it up the
- "

"Yes I get it, for cryin' out loud - " It was too much for him. He'd moved both
hands to cover his eyes and started laughing helplessly himself. "J-Joker, why
the... why the fuck would you... why that?! First?!" Ann could see tears
starting to stream out from beneath his mask; he was howling with laughter
again. "Like. M-maybe I'm not the one to ask, right Panther? But - "

He'd set her off; now she was back to giggling herself. She knew exactly where
Ryuji was going with this. "Yeah, so. Heh. If you're, um, interested in
someone, wouldn't it be a better idea to... to... "

" - fuckin' hold hands? Make out or somethin'?" Skull took off his mask and
flung it into the far corner, swiping his forearm across his eyes. He was still
laughing.

She couldn't stand upright anymore and dropped back to the couch, her head
tipped all the way back while she tried to get herself under control. "Send a
dirty text?" she suggested, still giggling.

Ryuji raised his head, face brightening. "Yeah, there you go. Joker, if you'd
just sent me a dick pic or somethin', you coulda pretended you sent it by
accident if I didn't like it."

They both finally peered at the other end of the couch to see how Akira had
taken it. Apparently far better than Ann had expected - he'd cocked one
eyebrow, and he wore his most Joker smirk. "'If' you didn't like it?"

Ann felt a very Panther smirk of her own settle onto her face as the seconds
spun out.

Ryuji was nothing if not predictable. "Oh shut up Joker, come on - " he
spluttered.

Ann just let him backpedal and turned to Akira, leaning close to his face to
lower her voice. "He's gotta warm up to you on his own, if he decides he wants
that. Maybe we should - " She lowered her voice even further, whispering now,
and Akira nodded, then nodded a second time as she made her suggestion.

" - so, I mean, if Skull's not into it, then - " she continued at a normal
volume, then shrugged at Ryuji beside her. "S'okay."

He wasn't even hiding the fact that he was staring at her body, and had been
for some time while she was turned to whisper in Akira's ear. She glanced at
his lap and saw that the view she'd given him must have helped things along; he
was hard all over again, even after their laughing fit. He started to protest.
"Well, I mean. I never saidthat - "

She crossed her legs slowly, watching his eyes follow her movements. "Thought
you weren't into dudes?"

A goofy grin crossed his face. "Yeah, but. Two dudes and a chick? That's
totally different." His grin faltered. "That is why you're still sittin' here,
isn't it?" That seemed to have come out differently than he'd intended. "Uh,
not that you're not welcome - "

She rolled her eyes. But he'd brought up an interesting point. She'd been more
focused on figuring out what Ryuji was up for, in order to keep her promise to
Akira about finding out how he felt. Meanwhile, she hadn't even asked Akira
some very important questions. She rolled over and leaned close to Akira again.
"Joker. I kinda just charged ahead. I should've asked - "

He laughed quietly and grinned, his lips brushing her ear. "Skull was my
target. But if we're gonna do this, let's do this." Without preamble he grabbed
her breast and squeezed her lightly, watching her face. "I'm not gay, if that's
what you were going to ask."

This was not going at all like how her first session with him on this couch had
gone. Any illusion of control she'd had had mostly dissipated. She wriggled
against him in protest, but at the same time she didn't want him to stop what
he was doing with his hand. "Actually - mmf - I was going to ask if it would
bother you if I touch him. I kinda just... did it. Although - " She was finding
it hard to catch her breath as he worked at her nipple through the latex,
coaxing it to a hard point. " - that's, um. Good to know, too."

"He's not... he's not mine or anything. Let's just see what we can figure out."
He gave her breast a final squeeze and let her carry out her plan.

She turned back to Ryuji. He wore another dopey grin; he seemed to enjoy
watching her and Akira. "You, uh. You look pretty comfortable with our leader,
Panther." His grin widened. "What kinda things did you guys get up to while
Mona n' me were outside?"

Perfect. Ann had wondered how she'd turn the topic back to Akira, but Ryuji had
done it for her. Now to get into position. Without answering him, she pushed
him sideways; he resisted, and she had to tell him what she wanted. "Lay on
your back."

He looked confused but did as she asked, pillowing his head on the arm of the
couch and keeping his knees up and spread wide to avoid kicking Akira, still
seated at the opposite end of the couch.
"What are we... ?"

"There. Good." Ann didn't give him a chance to ask any more questions. She
climbed on top of him and started kissing him.

Part of Ann still thought of him as the Ryuji she'd known in middle school, but
the part she thought of as Panther stomped those memories down and focused on
the task at hand. She could feel his muscles shift beneath his Metaverse outfit
as he jerked in surprise; even with all the lead-up to this moment, he hadn't
adjusted to the idea yet. She'd barely started pressing her lips to his before
he'd broken away, panting again. "A- I mean, Panther. What are we... ?" he
repeated.

She just pulled back a little and stared down at him. "What does it look like?"

"No, I mean." His eyes shifted towards the other end of the couch, though he
couldn't see Akira while he was laying down. "Like. You guys dating, or... ?"

Ah. "Nope. This is the first time I've, um. Well, today's my first time for
everything, really."

Relief flooded his face. "Me too." He laid his hands on her thighs, down by her
knees; it was the first time he'd touched her, aside from wrapping his arm
around his shoulders. "And. If you n' me do... something, does that mean we're
dating? Or?"

She really couldn't guess at what he wanted the answer to be. "I'm not really
angling to get a boyfriend out of this, if that's what you mean." She leaned
close again, keeping her voice down. "Think Joker might be, though."

He was whispering, trying to keep Akira from hearing him. "I don't... I don't
know if I like dudes, though. Now,you, I've pictured in my bedroom like a
hundred times, but - "

She rolled her eyes again but stayed silent. After all, she had allowed her
mind to wander that way a few times herself. Not that he needed to know that.

Ryuji went even quieter. "So, yeah. You think he'll be mad? Upset? If I just
did somethin' with you and not him?" His forehead was creased with worry lines
as he peered up at her.

"He'd understand. He'd just be disappointed, maybe." She felt her face heat up.
"You should've seen him, though. He really, uh. Really wanted you to see him
like that, I think." She wriggled against him a little and felt him poking into
her belly. Then she realized something. "Hang on. The first time it came up,
you said you weren't even into dudes. This time, you said you don't know if you
like dudes... "

"W-well, I guess I... " He just trailed off, out of words again. His face
radiated embarrassment; he might've been expecting her to laugh at him.

Inspiration struck. She leaned down to his ear again. "You're just... not sure,
right? You don't know how things'll go between you and him later, maybe... ?"

He nodded quickly.

She smiled. "That sounds like R- uh, you, talking. But what would Skull do?"

He looked confused. "Huh?"

"So, like. Think of it this way. Do you think A- uh, do you think the usual me
would just, like, jump two guys on a couch? Two of her friends?"

He gave her the dirtiest leer. "Actually, that was one of my favourite things
to - "

She slapped his chest, but started laughing. "Shut uuuuup." He beamed up at her
as if he'd just complimented her.

"Anyway," she continued. "I'm a v- I have, like, no experience. But today I - "
She lowered herself back to his ear. She just knew he was going to tease her
about this until the day she died. At least she was close enough to the side of
his face that she didn't have to see how he was looking at her. " - today I,
um. I fingered Joker and made him come with my hand. I grabbed your, your cock
and kissed you just now. And we're probably going to do more, right? So, like.
Do you think that was the usual me, or do you think that was Panther?"

She risked looking at his face. He looked awestruck. "Is that why? Your Panther
suit makes you really... "

She suggested, "Confident?" at the exact moment he asked, "Horny?"

"Oh my goddddd Skullll... " she groaned in frustration, then sank down on top
of him so she wouldn't have to see him laugh at her anymore. She lay still,
trying to think of how she could make him understand, when she felt him
hesitantly wrap his arms around her in a hug.

"I'm just teasin'. I think I get you." He sounded introspective. "You're saying
that if I let Skull do the talking, I'll feel more confident. Like Panther does
for you."

"Yeah, exactly. Only - " She turned her head toward him again, and he took the
chance to move his hands a little farther down, skimming his fingers over the
latex covering her lower back. "Like. He's not gonna want you to do something
you don't want to. Joker, I mean. Just... keep an open mind. Right?"

"Think I could give that a try." He made sure she was looking at him and then
slowly, slowly, he groped her ass, kneading it and sinking his fingers in. She
shut her eyes and smiled, as much at his expression as at the sensation. "I
can't really believe we're doing this, though."

Ann lifted herself off of him just enough to start kissing him again. He
responded much more eagerly this time, shoving his tongue into her mouth and
grabbing her even harder, as if making up for lost time; she broke off. "Slow
down!" When she brought her lips back to his, he let her set the pace. She'd
never kissed anyone, not seriously at least; it felt strange at first, but she
quickly warmed up to it and parted her lips. Ryuji's hands were free, and he
used them to his advantage. He'd left one on her ass, just feeling her gently
this time, and the other crept to her breast. She lifted herself up and to the
side to give him access, and he started cupping her breast through the latex,
rolling it in his palm until she had to stop kissing him again, breathing hard.

She knew how to get him back though. She locked eyes with him and grinded her
hips down onto the bulge in his pants, just enough to make him groan out loud.

She was just about to go back to it when she felt a hand rest on her ankle.

"I'm not complaining about the view, but... " Akira was smiling when she turned
to look at him. He was seated upright, legs spread and eyeing her.

Clearly he was feeling neglected; the pants of his Metaverse outfit were still
just as tented as Ryuji's. "Sorry, Joker. Skull, you wanna take a turn with
him, or should I?"

Ryuji looked away, indecisive. "Uh, can I think about it? Maybe?"

Akira was beckoning her over to him. He turned to address Ryuji. "Just cut in
if you change your mind, then." He pulled her into his lap in one smooth motion
and started kissing her before she had finished settling into a kneeling
position on his thighs.

Man, he's really amped up. Akira tilted his head and drove his lips against
hers until she parted her lips to let his tongue in; she could hear his harsh
breathing above her own and Ryuji's. He must have had a little more experience
than either of them did; he was eager but not as sloppy as Ryuji had been. She
let out a little moan into his mouth - it felt like she'd been wet and ready to
go for hours and hours without much to speak of for stimulation. Maybe I'm in
the same boat.

Akira heard her moan and in response he removed his hands from her hips, where
he'd left them lightly resting on her latex catsuit. There was some kind of
small rustling noise behind her back and then she heard the distinct noise of
his gloves hitting the marble floor.

He kept kissing her. Then she both heard and felt him start pulling on the tail
that was attached to the zipper at the small of her back. He pulled the latex
away from her body with his other hand; if he hadn't, some of her more
sensitive parts might have gotten caught in the zipper. She laughed into his
mouth at the thought - then she'd be the one in the predicament she'd lied to
Morgana about. He slowly pulled the zipper down her ass, between her legs, then
back up the front.

Akira unzipped her until she was exposed to the cool air from her lower back
all the way up to her navel. Then he broke off kissing her and, never taking
his eyes from her face, started stroking her folds gently.

Joker was driving again. The look on his face was so intense that it was almost
intimidating; his eyes were only half open behind his mask but his brows were
drawn down and his lips were parted, still shiny from kissing her as he studied
her face carefully. His bare fingers slicked her front to back, spreading her
wetness until he was satisfied. He finally slid his index finger inside her and
started fingering her until she was moaning into his shoulder.

She was reminded again of how brazen Joker could be when, in the middle of what
felt like a very private moment, he turned to look at Ryuji at the other end of
the couch. "You got her good and wet for me, Skull. Excellent work."

Ann glanced at Ryuji and found he'd been watching just as intently as Akira had
been when she'd been lying on top of him. "Uh. You're welcome... ?" He licked
his lips nervously again, never taking his eyes off of Akira's finger slicking
in and out of Ann.

She couldn't let an opportunity to wipe that cocky grin off of Akira's face go
by. "Skull did just fine. But I'm still wet from when I had you fucking my
fingers."

The part she thought of as Panther was immensely satisfied to see the look on
Akira's face. She'd chased Joker into hiding again; Joker didn't blush, was
probably incapable of doing so, but Akira had gone bright red behind his mask.
She heard first a gasp from Ryuji, then the sound of him unzipping his pants.

Panther was not the type to lose an advantage. Her voice deepened a little,
smooth as silk. "Remember how I had you begging, Joker?" He'd stopped moving
his finger in shock and so she picked up the pace herself, grinding herself
against his hand until he moved again.

He inserted a second finger and started thrusting them into her in earnest.
"Looks like I've turned the tables on you, though." He was relentless; she
couldn't speak and just threw her head back, gasping. He finally gave her a
moment to catch her breath and she seized her chance.

"Have you? Seems to me that I've got you just where I want you." She angled her
hips forward and lowered herself onto not his hand but his cock, grinding her
pussy onto it through his pants again and again until he dropped his face
against her cleavage and moaned, loud.

"There. See, Skull? That's how I had him before you got here." She gave Ryuji a
sly grin over her shoulder.

He'd taken his cock out of his pants and was stroking it lazily even as she
looked at him; once it had registered that he'd been spotted, he jumped, his
eyebrows raised high enough to disappear under his hair, and whipped his hand
back to his side. His face was beet red again and she couldn't help it; she
laughed at him.

But he looked so nervous that she took pity on him almost immediately. "Hey.
C'mere already."

After a moment's hesitation, Ryuji did as he was told. He sat in the middle of
the couch, his thigh pressed to Ann's leg, and let her get a good look at him.

She'd only managed to get a glimpse of Akira's, so she took her time with
Ryuji's. She ran her fingers up and over the tip, then circled his length and
stroked him gently. He arched into her hand with a grunt, and she realized she
could feel a little precum at the tip.

She spied a movement out of the corner of her eye and caught Akira watching.
She glanced at his face and felt herself get even wetter just at the sight of
it - he was totally undone. Akira was holding his breath as she played with
Ryuji, staring hungrily at first his cock, then his mouth as he panted.

She had them both right where she wanted them. "Hey, Skull... " she whispered.
His eyes fluttered open, and she felt his cock twitch right in her hand.
"Joker's a pretty good kisser, you know."

Ryuji had made up his mind. He turned to look at Akira, then rested his face
against the back of the couch until he was looking at him sideways. He
swallowed with a click, then let his eyes fall shut and closed the distance
until Akira met him halfway and kissed him.

I can be patient. She did her best to get up off of Akira's lap without
disturbing either of them, then seated herself at the opposite end of the
couch, where Ryuji had been sitting.

She could only see the back of Ryuji's head from where she sat, but she could
tell that he was immensely nervous. Rather than inch closer to Akira now that
she'd left, he had his neck twisted at an extreme angle, and his gloved hands
clutched tightly at the couch cushions.

But Akira could be patient himself, when he had to be. He took his time, far
more than he had with Ann, at least, and even though Ryuji's cock was still
exposed, he let him be. Ann sank back against the arm of the couch and watched
them, feeling proud somehow.

Akira kissed him gently, and at first Ryuji just let him, flattening himself
against the couch. But soon enough, Ann heard his breathing even out, and his
hands let go of the cushions. He gained confidence and started kissing Akira
back, lifting his head from the back of the couch.

Ann smiled a small, secret smile as Ryuji straightened up, then twisted
sideways on the couch to face Akira fully, still kissing him intently. Akira
grasped the back of his neck to bring him even closer and Ryuji sighed into his
mouth.

It was a very quiet sigh, but they'd all heard it. Ryuji broke off kissing
Akira and buried his face into the back of the couch. "Aggggh... " he groaned,
embarrassed. If it had been Skull who'd gathered the courage to try kissing
Akira, it was definitely Ryuji who was hiding his face.

Of course that just made Akira and Ann laugh at him. "You did it!" Ann chirped,
leaning forward to slap him on the back.

Akira didn't look any more composed than Ryuji did. He grinned from ear to ear,
his eyes lit up; Ann thought he'd never looked less like suave Joker in his
life. "Welllll?" When Ryuji didn't answer, Akira ran his fingers through his
blonde hair, trying to force him to pay attention to him. "Did you like kissing
me? Because I liked kissing you... "

Ann rolled her eyes, though she was still smiling. "God, Joker. Give him some
time."

He looked defensive. "Geeze, I just wanted to know if - "

She didn't give him a chance to finish. Ryuji needed a break, and she had just
thought of a way to make it happen. "Hey Skull. Don't you think things're
pretty unfair right now?"

Ryuji lifted his face from the back of the couch and peered over his shoulder
at her. Just as she'd expected, he looked anxious and overwhelmed again. Uh,
maybe laughing at him wasn't the best plan.He furrowed his brow at her, not
getting what she meant.

She slouched down and spread her thighs a little, just enough to give him a
peek. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't Joker the only one with all his
clothes on?"

Ryuji glanced down at his lap; he was still exposed to the open air, just as
she was. "Shit." He turned back to Akira. "Yeah, man. What's the deal with
that, huh?"

Akira looked defensive all over again, at least until he made eye contact with
Ann; then he seemed to realize that she was just trying to make Ryuji more
comfortable. "I just didn't get the chance to - "

Ann lunged forward and snagged Ryuji, hauling him back until he was half-laying
on top of her chest. She grinned down at him, then started chanting at Akira.
"Strip! Strip! Strip!"

Ryuji loved the idea. He righted himself just enough to sit up straight, then
slung his arm around Ann's shoulders again. He chanted with her - "Strip!
Strip!" - and wolf whistled at Akira until he gave in. Not that it took much to
convince him.

"How can I say no to my adoring fans?" Akira got up off the coach and Ann knew
right away that Joker was driving again. He turned his back to them, his long
coat swirling, and started to roll his shoulders until he was shrugging out of
it. It had slid down one arm, revealing his bare skin between the coat and his
grey vest, when he turned to smirk at them over his shoulder. No - he was
smouldering at them.

Ryuji lost it. He laughed uncontrollably and crashed backwards into Ann, who
was kicking her feet and laughing like a loon herself. But Akira hadn't stopped
- his arms were free of his coat now and he flung it at Ryuji.

"Gah - !" Ryuji extricated himself from the coat just in time to see Akira turn
back to face them, then grasp the fabric of his grey vest in each hand, undoing
its row of snap closures all at once and ripping it open to reveal his bare
chest beneath; Ann shrieked to see it, then cheered him on. He flung the vest
to the floor, still rolling his shoulders and hips as if he could hear music
they couldn't, which just made them laugh even harder. But he was just getting
warmed up. He wore only his pants and heeled boots now, and turned his back to
them again as if suddenly shy, though the look he gave them over his raised
shoulder again was anything but.

"Take it off!" Ryuji bellowed, while Ann started applauding, still laughing
hard enough for tears to stream down her face. Ryuji joined her and they kept
it up, clapping a rhythm for Akira to strip to.

"You really want to see it all?" Akira was milking it for all it was worth.

Ann grabbed Ryuji's shoulder. "Skull - his coat - " They rifled through its
inner pockets until they'd found the stash of Palace funds they knew he kept on
his person, then flung handfuls of yen at him until he squawked, hands over his
face to protect himself when they got down to coins.

"H-hey - " They'd made him break character and he clamped his hand over his
mouth, trying not to laugh himself as he turned around to face them again,
still swaying his hips in time to their clapping. He slowly undid his zipper,
then rolled his hips until his pants slid down enough to reveal the underwear
of his Metaverse outfit.

Ann hugged her knees to her chest and screamed wildly to see them; Ryuji caught
sight of them too and hid his face in his hands, braying laughter all over
again. They were only the same black as the rest of his outfit, but they were
made of some kind of stretchy, shimmery material; they were so tight, and so
high cut at the leg and low at the waist, that they hid absolutely nothing. Ann
glanced to the side and watched Ryuji spread his fingers to peep through them
as Akira rolled his hips obscenely, making his half hard cock loll until she
couldn't watch anymore. It was too much. She leaned forward just enough to peek
at Ryuji's lap.

He was sitting with his usual terrible posture, but she could tell he was
harder than ever himself. Akira had seen what she was looking at and she
flashed him a grin and gave him two thumbs up.

Akira had lost his momentum, though; he hadn't accounted for his boots and now
his legs were trapped in his pants around his knees. He shrugged - "Show's
over?" - and shuffled awkwardly over to the couch, which of course just made
Ryuji and Ann giggle at him again. He unceremoniously yanked his boots off and
kicked his legs out of his pants, now wearing only his mask and his improbable
briefs.

Ann clapped for him again. "Bravo!"

Ryuji was openly gaping at him, staring at the state he was in. "Dude, how do
you get anything done in those? You're always, like, doin' backflips and shit.
Don't they - ?"

Akira always did love to be the centre of attention. He made sure they were
both looking at him, then started touching himself again, running his
fingertips along his length and squeezing the base until his cock stretched out
his briefs.

He was sprawled back against the couch, his leer half hidden behind his
shoulder. "Sorry. What was your question?"

Ryuji was all in. Ann watched over his shoulder as he reached forward and
pulled at the waistband of Akira's briefs until his cock sprang free at last.
Chapter End Notes
     After that striptease, I am going to have to think of a new way for
     Joker to be even more extra, lol. By the time it's done there should
     be one more chapter to wrap this up.
End Notes
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