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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Gen, Multi, F/M, F/F
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime), Ouran_High_School_Host_Club_-_All_Media_Types,
      Diabolik_Lovers, Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan, Vampire_Knight_
      (Anime_&_Manga), No._6_-_All_Media_Types, Ao_no_Exorcist_|_Blue_Exorcist,
      Love_Stage!!_&_Back_Stage!!, エロマンガ先生_|_Eromanga_Sensei_(Anime),
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler, Super_Lovers_(Anime_&_Manga), Fullmetal
      Alchemist:_Brotherhood_&_Manga, Fullmetal_Alchemist_-_All_Media_Types,
      Fullmetal_Alchemist_(Anime_2003), DRAMAtical_Murder_-_All_Media_Types,
      四月は君の嘘_|_Shigatsu_wa_Kimi_no_Uso_|_Your_lie_in_April, クズの本懐_|_Kuzu_no
      Honkai_|_Scum's_Wish
  Relationship:
      Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov, Katsuki_Yuuri/Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki
      Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov/Yuri_Plisetsky, Victor_Nikiforov/Yuri_Plisetsky,
      Hitachiin_Hikaru/Hitachiin_Kaoru, Sakamaki_Shuu/Sakamaki_Subaru, Otabek
      Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky, Levi/Eren_Yeager, Kiryuu_Ichiru/Kiryuu_Zero,
      Nezumi/Shion_(No._6), Okumura_Rin/Okumura_Yukio, Ichijou_Ryouma/Sena
      Izumi, izumi_masamune/izumi_sagiri, Sebastian_Michaelis/Ciel_Phantomhive,
      Kaidou_Haru/Kaidou_Ren, Edward_Elric/Winry_Rockbell, Noiz/Seragaki_Aoba,
      Arima_Kousei/Miyazono_Kaori, Ebato_Sanae/Yasuraoka_Hanabi, Otabek_Altin/
      Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Victor_Nikiforov, Katsuki_Yuuri, Yuri_Plisetsky, Hitachiin_Kaoru,
      Hitachiin_Hikaru, Hitachiin_Twins, Sakamaki_Shuu, Sakamaki_Subaru, Otabek
      Altin, Eren_Yeager, Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Levi, Kiryuu_Zero, Kiryuu
      Ichiru, Nezumi_(No._6), Shion_(No._6), Okumura_Rin, Okumura_Yukio, Sena
      Izumi_(Love_Stage!!), Ichijou_Ryouma, masamune_izumi, sagiri_izumi, Ciel
      Phantomhive, Sebastian_Michaelis, Kaidou_Ren, Kaidou_Haru, Edward_Elric,
      Winry_Rockbell, Noiz_(DRAMAtical_Murder), Seragaki_Aoba, Arima_Kousei,
      Miyazono_Kaori, Yasuraoka_Hanabi, Ebato_Sanae
  Additional Tags:
      Kinktober, Kinktober_2017, Spanking, Polygamy, Polyamory, Watersports,
      Coming_Untouched, Coming_In_Pants, Incest, Sibling_Incest, Frottage,
      Public_Sex, Semi-Public_Sex, Bathroom_Sex, Begging, Light_Dom/sub,
      Omorashi, Bladder_Control, Humiliation, Situational_Humiliation, Public
      Humiliation, Bondage, Light_Bondage, Rope_Bondage, Non-Sexual_Bondage,
      Crossdressing, Crossdressing_Kink, Deepthroating, Come_Swallowing,
      Edgeplay, Orgasm_Delay, Hand_Jobs, Gags, Safewords, Masturbation,
      Rimming, Object_Insertion, Object_Penetration, Dildos, Masks, Blood,
      Blood_Drinking, Blood_and_Gore, Vampires, Nipple_Play, Nipple_Licking,
      Threesome_-_M/M/M, Threesome, Showers, Masturbation_in_Shower, Shower
      Sex, Bathing/Washing, Bathtubs, Bath_Sex, Scars, Wall_Sex, Exhibitionism,
      Voyeurism, Mutual_Masturbation, Smile, Laughter, Grief/Mourning, Dreams,
      Stockings, High_Heels, Corsetry, Stripping, Strip_Tease, Cunnilingus,
      Oral_Sex
  Collections:
      Kinktober_2017, S_O_O_N
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-01 Completed: 2017-10-30 Chapters: 31/31 Words: 9805
****** Lemon's Kinktober 2017 ******
by FullBladderLemons
Summary
     1. Spanking- Victor/Yuuri/Yuri
     2. Watersports- Victor/Yuuri
     3. Public- Hikaru/Kaoru
     4. Begging- Shuu/Subaru
     5. Humiliation- Yuuri
     6. Bondage- Yuri/Otabek
     7. Crossdressing- Victor
     8. Deepthroating- Levi/Eren
     9. Frottage- Zero/Ichiru
     10. Edging- Nezumi/Shion
     11. Gags- Yuri/Otabek
     12. Hand jobs- Yuuri/Yuri
     13. Rimming- Victor/Yuuri
     14. Incest- Rin/Yukio
     15. Object insertion- Izumi/Ryouma
     16. Masks- Sagiri/Masamune (I am repulsive holy shit, used random
     anime generator to pick for each day and I regrettt)
     17. Blood and gore- Shuu/Subaru
     18. Masturbation- Zero
     19. Nipple play- Sebastian/Ciel
     20. Threesome- Victor/Yuuri/Yuri
     21. Shower/bath- Ren/Haru
     22. Scars- Ed/Winry
     23. Against a Wall- Yuuri/Victor
     24. Exhibitionism/Voyeurism- Noiz/Aoba
     25. Smiles/Laughter- Kaori/Kousei
     26. Stockings/Pantyhose- Yuuri/Victor
     27. Stripping/Strip tease- Victor/Yuuri
     28. Swallowing- Rin/Yukio
     29. Omorashi- Eren/Levi
     30. Cunnilingus- Hanabi/Ecchan
     31. Any combo- Surprise!
***** Day One: Spanking *****
Day One: Spanking
“Yuri,” Victor drawls, the tone of his voice alone getting Yuri hard, “you've
been bad.”
Yuuri hums in agreement, a soft hand stroking Yuri's cheek. “Victor is right.
You have been bad.”
“Quite naughty,” Victor quips.
Yuri's eyes dart between the two of them, tongue running over his already
moistened lips. “What will you do with me, then?” He asks cautiously,
submissively.
Victor leans down far enough that his lips hover just over Yuri's, his breath
ghosting the younger Russian’s mouth. His fingers brush the bottom of Yuri's
chin, tilting his face up until their eyes lock, ice with viridian.
“I think,” Victor murmurs, “we ought to give you a good spanking.”
Yuri's breath hitches, and it takes him a moment to properly exhale. “Yes,
Victor.”
“How many do you think, Yuuri?”
Yuuri hums quietly, eyes shifting between his lovers before settling on Yuri to
speak. “Five from each of us,” he affirms.
Victor pinches the fabric of Yuri's sweatshirt with his thumb and forefinger,
jerking the fabric playfully. “Undress, then. I want every inch of clothing
gone.”
Yuri obeys mindlessly, standing and pulling off his sweatshirt. The eyes of the
older men rake over him hungrily as he pulls off his t-shirt, tossing it onto
the bed. Yuuri licks his lips as Yuri reaches for the zipper of his jeans,
making a good show of shimmying out of them. He is then left in nothing but his
boxer briefs, his erection painfully obvious to his lovers.
Victor clicks his tongue disapprovingly, shaking his head. Synchronized as
always, Yuuri reaches out and strokes Yuri's clothed arousal as Victor
chastises, “look at you, Yuri. Rock hard before even being touched.”
Yuri can't help the throaty moan that escapes as Yuuri pulls his hand away,
leaving Yuri craving more. “Underwear off,” Yuuri commands.
Yuri slips his fingers under the waistband of his underwear, sliding them down
and kicking them off with his feet. “I've undressed,” he informs them through
fluttering lashes, tilting his head in the way he knows makes them squirm.
Victor draws in a sharp breath, motioning for Yuuri to sit down on the bed. He
does so, patting his own thighs as an invitation; one that Yuri accepts
eagerly. He drapes his naked frame over Yuuri's knees, ass exposed and ready
for his punishment. A gentle hand rubs his left cheek, soothing and tender.
As soon as the hand is removed, it comes back down; hard. Yuri moans
unchastely, not missing the erratic way Yuuri's breath sounds as he murmurs,
“one.”
“One,” Yuri repeats.
“Count out loud, Yuri,” Victor commands, his voice booming from somewhere out
of Yuri's line of vision.
“Two!” Yuri squeaks as Yuuri smacks him again on the same cheek. It stings, it
burns. Yuri loves it.
The hand comes down once more, Yuri's groan and Yuuri's heavy breathing the
only sounds accompanying the harsh slap of skin against skin. “Three!”
This time, Yuuri strikes the right cheek. “Four!” Yuri moans as fresh skin gets
its first hint of sting.
“Five!” Yuri gasps, the fifth smack landing on his right cheek, as well.
Gentle hands touch his waist from behind, helping him to stand up. Yuuri moves
off the bed, and Victor sits down, pulling Yuri onto his lap upright, to sit
like a child would. “Ready for round two? You know my hand is heavier than
Yuuri's.”
Yuri nods eagerly, keening when Victor places a tender kiss on his cheek. He
then slips back into his role, grabbing Yuri and flipping him without warning.
Draped over Victor's knee, Yuri relaxes as his strong hand brushes over his
already sore cheeks.
“You will count aloud for me,” Victor asserts.
“Yes, Vi-” Victor slaps his entire ass, his hand coming down with no mercy.
“Ah-one!”
It's instantaneous, his hand smacking Yuri's right cheek, next. “Two!”
Victor's hard on is pressing into Yuri's stomach, doing nothing to curb his own
arousal. “Three!” Yuri gasps, his left cheek feeling the sting of Victor's
touch.
“Four!” This time, the right once again.
Yuri braces himself, knowing that Victor likes to finish strong. Yuri calls out
the older Russian’s name as his hand makes contact for the last time, both of
his asscheeks burning, the touch radiating down to the backs of Yuri's thighs.
“Victor-ah-fuck! Five!”
Yuri goes limp, hardly aware of being pulled into a set of arms. No, it isn't
just one set. There are four arms wrapped around him, two mouths pressing onto
every inch of skin that they can reach. Yuri smiles, knowing the fun has just
begun.
***** Day Two: Watersports *****
Chapter Summary
     Of course I chose this one; it is what I predominantly write, after
     all.
Day Two: Watersports
They've done this a thousand times- the kissing that becomes a bit more than
that. The dance of their tongues, the sucking and biting on the soft, warm skin
of Yuuri's neck. The hands that drift down, grasping Yuuri's waist lightly as
he gets pulled onto Victor's lap. The grinding of clothed erections as Yuuri
straddles his former idol, the quiet moans falling from both their lips.
Today, however, Yuuri can't appreciate the pleasure brought on by Victor's
ministrations. He finds himself focusing on a more pressing issue, one that in
hindsight, he should have taken care of before they got this far. Now, it is
too urgent to ignore, and Yuuri has to break their kiss, attempting to pull
away from his lover.
“Victor, wait a second. I'll be right back.”
Victor's face is flushed and his eyes still lidded as he cups Yuuri's cheek.
“You okay, love?”
Yuuri nods, feeling a warmth spread to his own cheeks. “Just need to pee.”
There are a few beats of silence, and Yuuri makes no attempt to move. Victor's
eyes are still locked with his, something dark in those icy blues. Finally,
Yuuri decides to assert his need further.
“Sorry, I know that's a stupid reason, but… it's getting really uncomfortable.
I'll be back in a mo-”
As Yuuri moves to climb off Victor's lap, a gentle hand grasps his wrist.
“Yuuri,”
“V-Victor?”
“If you need to relieve yourself, why don't you do it on me?” The pinkening of
Victor's cheeks and the way he averts his eyes gives away the embarrassment he
feels for asking; Yuuri doesn't need to ask if he's being serious.
Sucking in a sharp breath, he asks, “Right here? On the bed?”
Victor nods, releasing a held-in breath. “There's a towel under the bed.”
Victor reaches his arm down, fumbling for the fabric. “We can put it under us.”
Yuuri shifts so that Victor can do so, and soon enough, the towel is underneath
them. They stare in silence for a moment, both unsure of where to begin.
Finally, Yuuri speaks, his voice shaking. “Should I just...go? Should we get
undressed first?”
Victor shakes his head, his cheeks growing red again. “No, just… just go like
this… please.”
Yuuri nods resolutely, trying to relax and release the contents of his bladder.
He bites his lip, watching as Victor stares down as his crotch expectantly.
It's hard; years of being toilet trained make his body unwilling to urinate
into his clothes, and on top of his boyfriend, no less.
Finally, a weak dribble escapes his cock, and Yuuri gasps at the sensation of
it dampening his boxers. Once the first drop emerges, the rest flows out
easier. Yuuri bites his lip harder as a wet patch grows at his crotch,
spreading out to his thighs as piss starts pattering down onto Victor's own
crotch.
Yuuri isn't expecting the sensual moan Victor expels as Yuuri pisses on him. He
isn't expecting the strong arms that cling to him, or the heavy breathing in
his ear. He certainly isn't expecting his own erection to grow at the feeling
of his relief.
“Yes, Yuuri, yes. Piss on me, love. So nice and warm…”
Yuuri blushes, burying his face in the crook of Victor's neck. He's almost
empty, now, and he pushes out the last few spurts just as Victor's body tenses
up, his fingers gripping Yuuri's back as his body convulses. When Victor gasps,
swallowing down a moan, Yuuri realizes that he is coming, untouched, in his
urine-soaked pants.
“Fuck, Vitya. Did you come?”
Victor grunts in response, nodding against Yuuri's collarbone. The heated blush
on his cheeks can be felt on Yuuri's skin, and he pulls Victor impossibly
closer.
“That's good, Vitya. I'm glad you enjoyed it… We'll have to do this again.”
***** Day Three: Public *****
Chapter Summary
     Hikaru/Kaoru
Day Three: Public
“Hi-Hikaru! What are you-”
Kaoru is cut off by his twin brother’s lips crashing against his own, desperate
and needing. He immediately melts into the kiss, despite the worry in the back
of his mind. Hikaru anchors him against the wall of the school toilet stall,
grinding their crotches together until Kaoru feels himself responding to his
brother’s ministrations. Once more, he tries to break the kiss.
“Hikaru, we shouldn’t be-”
“I’m sorry, Kaoru, I know it isn’t the ideal place… I just can’t wait any
longer.” Hikaru’s voice is soft and sultry, his nose gently prodding at Kaoru’s
in an “eskimo kiss”. “Please, won’t you let me touch you?”
Kaoru bites back a moan; Hikaru in such a needing state is turning him on more
than he would like to admit. He settles for nodding, and he gasps as Hikaru’s
hand moves down to the belt of his school pants, unlatching it deftly. As
Hikaru reaches under the waistband of his boxers and springs his semi free,
Kaoru reaches down and uses both hands to fumble with the older twin’s belt. He
manages to pull Hikaru’s cock out, moaning as his brother slides their
erections together, creating blissful friction.
“Hi-Hikaru… Ah…”
“Feels good, Kaoru?” Hikaru pants onto the younger twins lips before capturing
them in another kiss.
Kaoru finds his hips rocking into his brother’s fist, soft moans pouring into
Hikaru’s mouth. The friction is divine- the warmth of Hikaru’s hand and cock on
his own is becoming too much so quickly, and he can’t help but subconsciously
rut for more. Hikaru begins to moan into his own mouth, and Kaoru swallows the
sounds eagerly.
He can tell Hikaru is getting close to the edge when his kisses begin to
falter- lips linger for too long, breath stutters. Eventually, the kisses stop
all together, and Kaoru leans his forehead on Hikaru’s shoulder. He is flushed
and panting, heat pooling in his lower belly as he coils up, ready for release.
As he opens his mouth to warn Hikaru, his older brother beats him to it.
“Kaoru, I’m coming-Ah!”
Kaoru can’t contain himself as Hikaru’s hot seed spills onto his member, making
their frotting warm and wet. He groans, burying his face in Hikaru’s shoulder
as he follows his brother’s orgasm. He contracts and relaxes, cock twitching as
he finally relieves the tension inside of him.
When the relief is over, Kaoru becomes suddenly aware of the mess they have
made; come drips over both of their spent members, and onto the floor. Hikaru
sees the fear in his younger brother’s face, and immediately assures him, “I’ll
take care of it, don’t worry, Kaoru.”
Kaoru knows he is always safe in Hikaru’s arms.
***** Day Four: Begging *****
Chapter Summary
     Shuu/Subaru
Day Four: Begging
“Please, Shuu. Please, can’t I go now?”
Shuu looks down at his youngest brother, tching with disgust. “No, you may
not.” Seeing Subaru squirming in his seat, Shuu adds cruelly, “and stop that
wiggling.”
Subaru exhales shakily, trying to still his hips. He doesn’t succeed for more
than a few moments before he is shifting in place once more, cheeks burning
with shame. “I’m sorry, Shuu, I can’t. I really need to go. Won’t you let me?”
Shuu kneels down in front of Subaru, watching his brother squirm. “I told you
to wait. End of discussion.”
Subaru’s eyes water, lips bleeding from where his teeth have sunk down into
them. “Please, Shuu. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please, please let me
relieve myself.”
“Anything, hmm?” Shuu murmurs, amused.
Subaru nods frantically, thighs pressed together tightly as he wriggles.
“Anything, Shuu. Please; I need to go so badly.”
Shuu paints a sickening grin on his face, leaning in close to his brother’s
face. “Beg all you want, little brother. The only way you’re relieving yourself
is if it’s in your pants.”
Realizing that it is no use, Subaru’s face pales significantly. “Please, Shuu.
Please let me go…”
Another shake of Shuu’s head, and Subaru loses control completely. Tears dot
his eyes as he relieves himself, soaking his pants and the floor beneath him.
Shuu only clicks his tongue, glaring at Subaru with disdain. “When you’re
finished, clean this up.” With that, he walks away.
***** Day Five: Humiliation *****
Chapter Summary
     Yuuri
Day Five: Humiliation
Yuuri stumbles off the ice in a fit of horror, desperately clutching his crotch
in a vain effort to stop the flow. Why here? Why in front of all these people?
Victor approaches him at the rink exit, and Yuuri can hear the clicking of
cameras clear as day as his bladder voids itself onto the floor, piss soaking
his costume and splattering loudly onto the floor. He can hear voices-
reporters, Victor; but he can’t make out a single word. He can feel tears
coursing down his cheeks, but he is just as helpless to stop them as he was to
stop his bladder from giving out as he rushed from the ice after his
performance.
Victor is kind and understanding as he leads Yuuri off to the bathrooms to
clean up, but not everyone shows such compassion. Yuuri is laughed and jeered
at by a number of his competitors, the audience, and the press. Never again,
Yuuri silently vows,never again will I skate with a full bladder.
***** Day Six: Bondage *****
Day Six: Bondage
“Are the ropes too tight?”
Otabek shakes his head, making a vain attempt to pull his wrists apart. “No,
they’re good.”
Yuri bends down, eyes raking over his boyfriend. He loves seeing the older man
in such a compromised position- he is out of place. Usually so calm and
collected, brave and stoic- he now looks vulnerable. Eyes downcast, hands tied
behind his back. Unable to move much,to get out of his bindings.
“I love looking at you like this, Beka,” Yuri admits softly, running the back
of his hand over Otabek’s cheek. His skin is soft, yet wind burnt from the
motorcycle ride to Yuri’s apartment. His skin is still cool to the touch.
Otabek flashes Yuri an innocent smile, tilting his head against Yuri’s hand in
search of affection. As Yuri grants it, stroking his boyfriend's cheek once
more, he can’t help but realize: perhaps he isn’t out of place, perhaps being
bound is exactly Otabek’s place.
***** Day Seven: Cross Dressing *****
Day Seven: Crossdressing
“Do you… Do you like it, Yuuri?”
Victor steps out of the bedroom and into the living area, heels clicking on the
floor noisily. He is dressed in a black, sultry dress that hugs his frame, and
Yuuri can tell that he has tucked himself; the dress is smooth over his crotch.
His hair has grown out over the years- it reaches almost to his waist again.
There is a light coating of makeup on his face, highlighting his piercing eyes
and plump lips. Yuuri feels like he is looking at his husband for the first
time again; he wants nothing more than to wipe that embarrassed expression
right off his face- with his lips.
“Victor,” Yuuri breathes, “I love it.”
***** Day Eight: Deepthroating *****
Day Eight: Deep Throating
“Fuck, yes, Eren.”
Levi’s cock slides even deeper into Eren’s mouth, inching towards his throat.
Levi feels the vibration of a moan around his dick, and he pulls back the
slightest bit. Levi licks his lips, locking eyes with Eren. The younger man
looks up at him patiently, waiting for direction.
“Eren, can you take me further? Can you take me into your throat?”
The response Levi gets is another hum reverberating off his cock, and he moans
at the sensation. As Eren’s tongue swirls around his shaft, Levi pushes even
deeper. His member reaches Eren’s throat, and the boy takes him further
eagerly. Levi moans as his cock is pushed down Eren’s throat, his junior not
even gagging at the sensation.
“Oh, fuck, Eren. You’re so good at this.”
Levi can feel heat building up in his gut as Eren bobs his head, erotic noises
sounding as his cock gets swallowed again and again.
“Eren, I’m close. I’m going to-Ah-I’m going to come down your throat.”
Eren bobs his even faster, as if to encourage Levi to do so. When his orgasm
hits, Levi can barely stay upright. He grips Eren’s shoulder, cock twitching
down the younger man’s throat as he spills his hot seed. When he finally pulls
out of Eren, the boy sinks back, boneless.
“You did well, Eren,”Levi praises him.
He can’t help but smile back as the boy beams in his direction.
***** Day Nine: Frottage *****
Day Nine: Frottage
“I don’t want to ever be away from you.”
Zero’s eyes meet lilac ones just like his own, sunken into a gaunt face. He
gingerly cups his younger brother’s cheek, offering him a small sign of
affection. “I know, Ichiru. I know.”
Ichiru nuzzles into his brother’s touch, keening at it. “I want to touch you,
brother. Will you touch me, too?”
Zero swallows hard, knowing that he and his brother have gone past the usual
affections of brotherly love times before. Still, he can’t help the way the
soft, sultry words stir him between the legs. Exhaling quietly, he is out of
his body as he nods, dropping his hand from Ichiru’s cheek and letting it drift
lower.
He gasps as Ichiru wastes no time slipping his hand under the waistband of
Zero’s pajama pants, just as Zero’s hand cups the younger’s clothed erection.
As Ichiru springs his cock free, Zero slips his hand under the waistband of his
brother’s pants. When Ichiru leans in for a kiss, Zero allows their lips to
meet; soft and tender, loving and longing.
Ichiru springs Zero’s cock free just as Zero does the same for him, moaning
softly onto his brother’s mouth. Hands stroke languidly as first, before Zero
shifts forward enough to wrap his hand around both of their cocks as once. He
uses their hands as an orifice of friction, thrusting his hip forward and
encouraging Ichiru do do the same with his free hand.
Zero swallows every moan Ichiru slips into his mouth gladly, his hand
tightening around their erections. When Ichiru’s lips slip off of his, Zero
knows his younger brother is getting close. Panting, Zero murmurs, “come for
me, Ichiru.”
It’s too much; Ichiru comes on command, his seed slicking up their erections
even further. It’s only a few more moments of Zero thrusting against his hand
and Ichiru’s softening cock before his own orgasm hits. He coats them once
again, gasping and panting into Ichiru’s shoulder as his body convulses. When
he has come down completely, he sags against his brother.
“I love you, Zero.”
“I love you, Ichiru. I hope you know that I never want to be away from you,
either.”
***** Day Ten: Edging *****
Day Ten: Edgeplay
“Ah, please, Shion! Please do it again!”
Nezumi looks ravishing like this, splayed out and brought to the edge for the
second time so far. His cock is pink, swollen, and throbbing with want. Shion’s
ministrations have made sure of that. Smiling softly, Shion leans down to
ruffle Nezumi’s hair.
“In a moment; if I touch you right now, you’ll surely come.”
Nezumi makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat, nodding and
grimacing. “Shion…” he murmurs, canting into Shion’s touch.
“I know, I know,” Shion whispers, watching as Nezumi’s cock deflates the
slightest bit, no longer at the brink of orgasm. Experimentally, Shion reaches
down to touch his lover once more. Feeling Nezumi’s cock pulsate in his hand,
Shion strokes it slower, making Nezumi groan loudly. “I know,” Shion repeats.
“Soon.”
“I’m getting close again.”
“So soon?” Shion isn’t actually surprised; the more times Nezumi gets brought
near the point of no return, the quicker he gets there the next. Shion gives
two more strokes before pulling off Nezumi’s cock, letting it fall heavily onto
his thigh.
Nezumi moans, head thrown back as he fights the urge to let Shion give him
release. “Only once more,” he pants.
“Okay, Nezumi,” Shion agrees, stroking Nezumi’s face lovingly. “It’s whatever
you want.”
Once Nezumi’s cock has gone from nearly purple back down to pink, he nods
slowly. “I’m ready,” he mutters.
Shion lets his hand drift back down between Nezumi’s legs, grasping his cock
with fervor. He strokes quickly, paying no mind to being soft and slow. He
brings Nezumi to the edge as quickly as he can, knowing the sensations coursing
through him must be heightened by the speed at which he feels them crashing
over him.
“Shion, Shion, no more or I’ll-”
Shion drops Nezumi’s member from his hand immediately, watching as Nezumi
writhes on the bed in joyous agony. “You want to come now?” He asks gently,
stroking Nezumi’s hair.
Nezumi can only nod frantically, shifting and canting his hips desperately.
Shion grasps his needing, leaking cock once more, pumping it. Nezumi moans,
fisting the sheets as his orgasm hits nearly instantaneously. Head thrown back
and eyes squeezed shut, he spills onto Shion’s hand and his own stomach,
abdomen flexing in waves for almost a full minute before he begins going soft
in Shion’s grasp.
When he is spent, Shion can only do what he knows Nezumi need; he gathers him
into his arms and holds him tightly.
***** Day Eleven: Gags *****
Day Eleven: Gags
The fabric is rough on his lips, stretching them at the corners and rubbing the
skin raw. He moans, muffled, wriggling the best he can in his binds. He is
quite sure that he has never had to go so bad in his life. Yuri’s abdomen is
aching, mouth chafing, and sweat drips from his forehead at a steady pace.
He can hear his lover off in the distance, though he cannot see him in the dark
room. He knows the safe signal, a simple shift of his feet to knock over the
bottle nearby. He won’t use it, though. He wants to see this through. It is for
him, after all. Yuri sucks in a deep breath through the nose.
He can feel the flood inside him trying to release once more, and his muscles
are so tired already from holding back for so long. He whimpers, though the
sound is barely audible due to his gag. A strangled sound rises in his throat
as his underwear become warm and wet, the noise once again muffled.
He soaks himself while grinding his lips against his gag, trying to make some
sort of sound, an indication of his relief. It isn’t as if Otabek can’t hear
the telltale splattering of urine onto the tile, but Yuri still wants to make
the pleasure of his release known.
When he is fully emptied, he feels a hand reach out from the dark, gently
tugging at the knot holding his gag in place. “Are you alright, my Yura?”
He has never been better.
***** Day Twelve: Hand Jobs *****
Day Twelve: Hand Jobs
“Can I help you finish that up?”
It’s an innocent enough question, if not given in such a context. Yuuri hovers
in the doorway, Yuri’s hand freezing on his rapidly shrinking cock. Once he
finally gets his wits about him, he manages to throw a blanket over his crotch
as his face heats. Huffing, he glares at the Japanese man. “Don’t you know how
to knock?”
Yuuri smirks, leaning against the door frame. “I did knock. I guess you were a
bit too preoccupied to hear me.”
Yuri’s cheeks heat further, and he stares down at his lap in silence. He only
looks up as he realizes Yuuri is padding across the floor towards his bed, the
door having been closed behind him. “What are you-”
The bed dips as Yuuri sits down, eyes lidded but expression soft. “Really, can
I finish you?”
Yuri looks for any sign of teasing or malice in Yuuri’s face, but finds none.
“Are you serious?”
Yuuri nods solemnly, reaching out to ruffle Yuri’s hair. Yuri can’t help but
lean into the touch, just the slightest bit. It makes Yuuri smile, his whisper
barely audible. “May I?” He gestures to Yuri’s crotch.
Yuri finds himself nodding, biting his lip as Yuuri’s hand pulls the blanket
away from him. His cock is already half-hard again, the mere thought of Yuuri
touching him getting him aroused once more. Yuri exhales softly as Yuuri moves
even closer, the heat of his hand hovering over Yuri’s member.
When he finally grasps Yuri’s now swelling erection, Yuri let’s out a loud
gasp. He can’t control the noise, or the blush that spreads over his cheeks
because of it. Yuuri smiles at his reaction, moving his hand languidly from the
base to the tip. “How does this feel?”
Again, Yuri checks for any teasing in Yuuri’s face before responding. “Feels
good,” he admits, his voice coming out meeker than intended.
“Good,” Yuuri assures him, not missing a beat. His hand strokes a bit faster,
his wrist twisting right before he reaches the head of Yuri’s cock. Yuri let’s
out a loud gasp, canting his hips up into Yuuri’s hand, much to his own
embarrassment. “That feels good, too, right? I like to do it to myself.”
The thought alone of Yuuri stroking his own cock is enough to make a small
stream of pre come leak from Yuri’s, and he bites back a moan as Yuuri speeds
up his hand. “You… you do this to yourself?”
Yuuri rolls his eyes, the motion of his hand still constant and steady. “Of
course. All guys do. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Yuri stares in silence, a heat pooling in his gut and threatening to overtake
him. “I… I’m gonna come soon.”
Yuuri licks his lips, moving his hand even faster. “Good; I want you to come
for me, Yuri.”
Fuck; the command is too much for Yuri to take. He pants as he comes all over
Yuuri’s hand, soft whimpers rising in his throat. His body shakes and tenses,
releasing the tension in a white heat. He comes for what seems like forever
before finally coming down from his high, sagging against Yuuri. The older man
holds him up easily, reaching over to get some tissues from the nightstand to
clean his hand with.
“Was it nice, Yuri?”
Yuri can only nod, burying his face in Yuuri’s shoulder. He does it for a
variety of reasons- to hide his embarrassment, to relish in the moment, because
Yuuri isn’t stopping him. Yuri isn’t expecting Yuuri’s next comment to be so
forward.
“Next time, it’s your turn to get me off.”
***** Day Thirteen: Rimming *****
Day Thirteen: Rimming
The first time Victor ever let his tongue venture down to Yuuri’s opening, the
Japanese man had yelped and jerked away. It was nerves, Victor realized. They
hadn’t been too intimate prior, and he had tried to do too much too soon. He
backed off immediately, and didn’t attempt it for a while after.
When he did finally decide to try once more, he was soft and experimental with
his touch. He swiped his tongue over Yuuri’s puckered hole lightly, relishing
in the soft gasp Yuuri expelled. “Is this okay?” He asked.
“Y-yes, Vitya.” Yuuri had murmured, barely audible.
Victor slid the flat of his tongue over the area again, and Yuuri tensed for a
moment before relaxing into Victor’s ministrations. With a gentle nudge, Victor
pressed his way further between Yuuri’s thighs, apreading his legs even further
as to give himself better access.
Yuuri moaned as Victor made small, wet circles with his tongue. He circled
Yuuri’s entrance eagerly, tongue lapping as Yuuri’s mouth began to expel the
most lewd of sounds. With Yuuri so relaxed and filled with enjoyment, Victor
carefully pressed his tongue inside, for just a moment, testing Yuuri’s
reaction.
Yuuri gasped, body arching. He reached a hand down to pet Victor’s hair,
requesting, “Please, again? That felt so good…”
Victor obliged him gladly, sliding his tongue inside once more. He pumped the
organ in and out repeatedly, taking in every groan, grunt, and moan that Yuuri
filled the room with. He reached his hand up and gripped Yuuri’s cock, stroking
him at the speed of his tongue thrusting in and out of him.
“Oh god, Vitya… You’re going to make me come.”
Victor smiled into his work, increasing the speed of both his tongue and hand
as best he could. Yuuri lost it as soon as he did- his hand was coated with a
sticky substance as Yuuri’s body convulsed, toes curling into the sheets and
Victor’s name falling from his lips. It was the most beautiful sound Victor had
ever heard.
***** Day Fourteen: Incest *****
Day Fourteen: Incest
It was wrong, what he felt for his brother, but he didn’t care. He had crawled
into bed with him before, and he was going to do so again. Across the room fell
quiet feet, the pinch of a blanket between his thumb and forefinger as he
lifted it to climb into his twin brother’s bed.
“Rin,” Yukio whispered, turning to face him.
“Yuki,” Rin replied, eyes wide.
“Are you okay?”
Taking a deep breath, Rin murmured words that he knew Yukio would understand-
“I need you.”
Yukio’s face softened in the dim lighting, his hands reaching out and gathering
Rin into his arms. “Is it the nightmares again?”
Rin nodded against his brother’s chest, his own arms wrapping around Yukio’s
waist. Tilting his face up, Rin pressed an experimental kiss to Yukio’s neck.
“I need you,” he repeats, as if to emphasize the severity of his longing.
Yukio then understood.
Gentle fingers carded through Rin’s hair, Yukio’s free hand tipping Rin’s chin
up for their lips to meet. Insistent kisses were shared between the two, hands
moving once more to rest at each other’s waists. When Rin finally broke the
kiss, they were both heady and panting. Rin leaned his forehead against
Yukio’s, eyes locked.
“I love you, Yuki.”
“I love you, Rin.”
***** Day Fifteen: Object Insertion *****
Day Fifteen: Object insertion
“Just relax for me.”
Izumi whimpered quietly, desperately trying to relax every muscle in his lower
body. Ryouma praised him quietly, violet eyes widening as he watched Izumi’s
opening twitch, waiting. Another stream of quiet praises, and Ryouma held the
glistening, glass dildo to Izumi’s opened hole.
“Breathe for me, Izumi.”
Izumi sucked in a harsh breath just as the dildo was swallowed by his ass, a
loud moan escaping his lips. “Ryouma!”
“Shh, it’s okay. I’ll keep still for a moment until yo-”
“More!”
Ryouma could not deny his anything, and he obliged by pulling the dildo back a
bit and then thrusting it back inside, making Izumi keen. He repeated the
action, angling the dildo so that he was hitting Izumi’s sweet spot head on.
The moans of pleasure Izumi expelled were divine, and Ryouma could barely keep
in control of himself as he continued to pleasure him.
Izumi’s breathing had gone erratic before long, a soft gasp sounding as he
whimpered, “I’m coming!”
He spilled his seed all over his stomach and chest, cock completely untouched.
Ryouma watched the display, still rocking the dildo inside of him to milk him
completely. Once spent, Ryouma removed the glass, watching Izumi shudder at the
loss. He could do nothing more than gather Izumi into his arms and smother him
with affection
***** Day Sixteen: Masks *****
Day Sixteen: Masks
Masamune kissed down Sagiri’s slender frame, leaving a trail of goosebumps in
his wake. Her small hands clutched at his hair as he moved further down, his
lips brushing her hipbone.
“Wait,” she whispered suddenly, sitting up. Her fingers loosened in Masamune’s
hair, her breathing quick and needing. “I want to put on my mask, Nii-san, I
want to put on my mask.” Sagiri grabbed her Eromanga Sensei mask from the
floor.
“Okay, Sagiri.” Masamune encouraged her. “Put it on.”
She did so, slipping the mask over her face and leaning back down. Masamune
resumed his work, lips moving even lower as his fingers slipped under the
waistband of Sagiri’s pajama shorts. He slid down her panties along with them,
tossing them both over his shoulder and onto the floor.
Immediately, Sagiri crossed her legs out of embarrassment, trying to hide
herself from Masamune. He clicked his tongue quietly as he slid off his own
pants, assuring her, “you are beautiful, Sagiri.”
He entered her slowly and carefully, looking for any signs of pain. Her hands
fisted the sheets, but her breathing was even and steady, her body otherwise
relaxed. When he stilled inside of her, she shook her head and reached out to
him with her hand. “You can move, Nii-san.”
So he did. Slowly and gently, while threading his fingers through hers. He
rocked into her in a rhythmic motion. Sagiri emitted gasps and whimpers that
Masamune never thought she could make, fueling his desire even more. Her
breathing became louder, as did her noises of arousal, as he began thrusting
even faster.
“Nii-san, I’m going to-”
She moaned, her body going rigid for a moment, erratic breathing being heard
behind the mask. Her walls tightened around Masamune’s cock, bringing him to
his own pleasure nearly moments after. He spilled inside of her, moaning and
resting his face in the crook of her neck. When he was fully spent, he slid out
of her, moving to lie next to her on the bed.
“I enjoyed that, Eromanga Sensei.”
Sagiri squeaked, pulling off the mask and tossing it aside. “I do not know
anyone by that name!”
***** Day Seventeen: Blood/Gore *****
Day Seventeen: Blood/Gore
“Let me drink from you, then.”
Shuu must have lost his mind. Subaru stared at him in disbelief, tching
irritably. “It won’t do anything for you. It’s not the same as feeding on a
human.”
Shuu shrugged, stepping closer to his youngest brother. “Maybe it’s not for the
nourishment.”
Subaru held his breath, Shuu now close enough that he could feel his brother’s
breath tickling his nose. He tried to stop the shaking of his hands with no
avail. “For what, then?” his voice shook much more than he’d had liked.
He didn’t get a verbal answer, only rough hands on his shoulders, backing him
up against the wall. Shuu leaned in without warning, his fangs scraping at
Subaru’s neck roughly before finally sinking in, deep. Subaru couldn’t prevent
the moan that escaped his lips, or the weakness in his knees. He would have
sunk to the ground, if not for Shuu holding him up.
“Ah, Shuu-san…” The blood being sucked from him was a new feeling, but it
wasn’t entirely unpleasant. It felt intimate, something secretive to share with
his oldest brother. He went even limper in Shuu’s grip as more was taken from
him, panting by the time Shuu pulled away.
“Subaru-kun,” Shuu murmurs, pulling away enough that Subaru could watch him
licking his own blood from his lips. “You taste good, for a vampire.”
Subaru clicked his tongue, face flaming as he turned away from his brother. He
could feel leftover blood dripping from his wounds, sliding down his neck and
to his collarbone. Shuu leaned down in a swift motion, tongue swiping the area
and licking the trail clean.
“You’re awful,” Subaru whispered, trying to sound annoyed.
Shuu cracked the slightest, softest of smiles, one he only showed to his
younger brother. “So are you.”
***** Day Eighteen: Masturbation *****
Day Eighteen: Mastubration
Zero’s hand moves up and down his erect cock, already slick with pre come.
After waking up from a dream about Yuuki with a raging hard on, this was all
the young man could do to be able to fall back asleep. He needs to release the
sexual tension built up inside him.
He is sleeping at the Headmaster’s Quarters, with Yuuki right down the hall.
Oh, what he would give to be able to creep down the hall and please himself
inside of her instead of thrusting into his own hand. He can feel himself
getting close already, just imagining how warm and wet she must feel inside.
He jerks his hips up into fist, mimicking the motion he would like to be making
at her slick, waiting entrance. He bites his lip as he moans softly, trying to
contain the sound. His cock is now slippery, more pre come having leaked out
and dripping down his shaft in the process.
He can feel a heat pooling deep in his gut, his insides twisting up as he
imagines her swallowing him whole, her heat consuming him and giving him all
the friction he needs. He calls out her name in no more than a whisper, his
hand becoming coated with his own warmth instead of hers. “Oh, Yuuki…” It’s a
shame he couldn’t just walk down the hall.
***** Day Nineteen: Nipple Play *****
Day Nineteen: Nipple Play
Sebastian’s mouth moved over Ciel’s collarbone, licking and sucking as he went.
He was rough and gentle all at once, just the right about of nipping before
soothing it with his tongue or a gentle kiss. As he moved further down, Ciel
guided him with his hand, directly to one of the nubs on his chest.
“Suck,” he commanded quietly. He didn’t sound quite as demanding as usual, his
voice held a certain edge.
“Yes, my lord,” Sebastian whispered obediently onto the child’s chest. He
shivered at the heat of his breath, but said no more.
Sebastian swirled his tongue around the soft nub, quickly feeling it shrink and
become erect under his touch. Smiling, Sebastian took Ciel’s nipple into his
mouth whilst pinching at the other one with his gloved hand. His young master
panted with delight, his fingers reaching down to fist Sebastian’s hair. It
hurt, but he didn’t complain a bit.
***** Day Twenty: Threesome *****
Day Twenty: Threesome
Yuri froze in the doorway, face growing red as he watched the two of them so
indisposed. Yuuri, with his lips on Victor’s neck, suckling. Victor, with his
head thrown back, and his hand cupping the obvious erection in the front of
Yuuri’s pants. Yuri wanted to move, to run from the room, but his legs felt
rooted where they were.
When Victor glanced up and locked eyes with the younger Russian, Yuri wanted to
die. The last thing he was expecting was for Victor to smile, but that’s
exactly what he did. He smiled, reaching down and guiding Yuuri’s face up to
look at Yuri, too. Victor whispered something for only he and Yuuri to hear,
which Yuuri answered with a nod.
As Yuri became able to move his legs again, he turned to run from the room. He
was only stopped by Victor’s voice, smooth and sultry. “Come here, Yura. It’s
okay.”
It was a trap, it must be. They were angry, that he’d walked in on them, that
he hadn’t left right away or let his presence be known and now they wanted to
somehow punish him, or tease him, or embarrass him in some other way. Still,
Yuri became frozen in place once more, his path to the doorway forgotten.
“It’s really okay, Yura. Come here,” Yuuri encouraged him further.
There were a few footfalls approaching, and then a gentle hand on his shoulder.
It squeezed gently, reassuringly. “Would you like to join us?”
And that is how Yuri ended up being undress by the two of them- Victor working
on his pants whilst Yuuri took care of his shirt. When he was down to nothing
but his boxers, Victor and Yuuri began working on each other’s clothes, each
one of them keeping a hand on Yuri at all times, as if to show him that he was
not forgotten.
At the first press of Victor’s lips against his, Yuri was smitten. His lips
were warm and inviting, just rough enough against his own. Yuuri’s hands were
soft and roaming, skimming over Yuri’s skin with tender, loving care. He melted
at the kiss and the touches, letting the older men guide him to the bed.
“How do you want to do this, love?” Victor asked Yuuri as they laid Yuri down.
Yuuri ruffled Yuri’s hair as he spoke to Victor, his voice calm and collected.
“It’s his first time. Let him fuck me whilst you fuck my mouth?”
It was clearly a question, but one that Victor agreed to eagerly. He knelt over
and into the nightstand, procuring a bottle of lubricant. Victor patted the
space next to him, locking eyes with Yuri. “He already stretched himself
before. Come and kneel here.”
Yuri obeyed both wordlessly and mindlessly, kneeling where Victor directed him
to. Yuuri got on his hands and knees in front of Yuri, his stretched hole in
perfect view of both he and Victor. Gingerly, Victor guided him to Yuuri’s
entrance, pouring a copious amount of lubricant on his cock before leading the
head of his dick to Yuuri’s twitching entrance.
“Go ahead, Yura,” Victor murmured in his ear, and it was all the permission he
needed to sink inside.
Yuuri was warm and inviting, swallowing him up in the most fascinating way.
Victor moved to the other side of the bed, lining himself up with Yuuri’s open
and waiting mouth. Victor began to thrust into his mouth at the same speed that
Yuri was thrusting into his ass, winking at the younger man from over Yuuri’s
body.
“Victor,” Yuri panted, knowing he wasn’t going to last very long, “will you
kiss me again?”
Victor’s eyes widened and his mouth broke into a smile. He reached out to Yuri,
cupping his cheek gently and guiding him in from a kiss over Yuuri. Lips met
lips with fervency, need. Victor wasn’t going to last very long, either, Yuri
could guess. He couldn’t help but moan into their lip-lock.
Victor took his parted lips as an invitation to slip his tongue inside, making
Yuri gasp slightly. The older man swirled his tongue around Yuri’s, the two
organs in a gentle battle inside Yuri’s mouth. The heat pooling inside him was
just getting to be too much when he heard Yuuri moan,
“I’m coming, oh, fuck.”
When Yuri felt Yuuri clench around him, his cock throbbed and released its
seed. Stilling their kiss, Yuri could do nothing more but pull away and lean
his head on Victor’s shoulder, nearly shouting from the force of his orgasm as
he rode it out inside Yuuri’s still-pulsating ass.
Victor was the last to come down Yuuri’s throat, triggered by both of his
lovers in absolute bliss. He whispered and swore in Russian, hands gripping
both of Yuri’s arms to keep them both up and kneeling.
By the time Victor let go, Yuri was already becoming soft inside Yuuri. He
pulled out carefully, watching Yuuri wince at the loss. The Japanese man rolled
over, a silly grin painting his face.
“What?” Yuri demanded, suddenly embarrassed.
Yuuri only looked at Victor and said, “He didn’t even touch me, Vitya.” And
then, to Yuri, “I hope you know that you did an amazing job.”
***** Day Twenty-One: Shower/Bath *****
Day Twenty-One: Shower/Bath
“Ren, let me have a bath with you.”
Haru’s request was innocent enough, and Ren would be lying if he said he didn't
enjoy being bathed by Haru. He allowed himself to be led into the bathroom by a
gentle hand, his clothes taken off lovingly by the older man. He watched as
Haru turned the bath on, letting the tub fill as he stripped, also.
Sinking into a hot tub with Haru was the most pleasant part of Ren’s day, and
he allowed himself to be pulled into Haru’s arms from behind, resting against
his strong frame. Firm kisses were pressed into Ren’s hair, making Ren go
nearly boneless. He turned to nuzzle against Haru's warm, wet frame, burying
his face in the soft skin at his collarbone.
“Will you touch me?”
Haru smirked, ruffling Ren's hair. “I am touching you, silly.”
Ren grumbled, burying his face further against Haru's skin. “Between my legs.”
He had an aching hard on yet again, for no reason. Puberty was a bitch.
Haru wordlessly slipped his hand down to Ren’s cock, gripping the base without
much warning. Ren felt the air leaving his lungs, his body deflating against
Haru's skilled touch. He was vaguely aware of his own keening as Haru stroked
him, pumping his dick with urgency.
Ren would never get over how Haru always knew just how to touch him- he was the
one who showed him how to touch himself, after all. Still, Haru's hand always
felt different; better. Haru could pleasure him faster, give him a more intense
peak that he could ever get with his own touch. So, he thrust up into Haru's
grip, chasing his release.
His orgasm hit him hard and fast, the air leaving his lungs rapidly as he
shuddered against Haru. Haru pressed insistent kisses on his neckline as he
spilled into the bath, cock pulsing and pushing his pleasure out of his body.
“Haru,” he gasped.
“Ren,” Haru kissed the top of his head tenderly, “I love you.”
***** Day Twenty-Two: Scars *****
Day Twenty-Two: Scars
Soft fingers traces his arm, over the scar he’d had since childhood. Right
where his arm met his shoulder, where metal used to meet skin. Winry grazed her
eyes over his skin just as softly as her hands, before leaning in and pressing
her lips to the darkened, bumpy skin.
“Winry?” his voice is smaller than he intended, fragile. Ready to break in a
second.
“Ed,” she answers him calmly, moving her mouth away from his worn flesh. “I’m
so glad for you to have your arm back.”
Ed swallows hard, moving her fingers away from his arm and instead pulling her
into a tight embrace. “I’m happy to have you back.”
***** Day Twenty-Three: Against a Wall *****
Day Twenty-Three: Against a Wall
Victor’s palms meet the wall, fingers spreading against the smooth surface.
Yuuri thrusts back into him in their new position, making Victor pant and moan
with want. He leans forward even further, until his back is arched and his
forehead resting on the wall.
“Vitya, you look so good like this.”
Victor moans, his balls tightening up, close to release. He loves when Yuuri
takes control, maneuvers him into positions like this. He loves listening to
Yuuri speak to him, low and dark, until they both reach their peaks. When Yuuri
channels his eros, there is no stopping him.
Panting, Victor begs him, “Yes, Yuuri. Fuck me… fuck me against the wall.”
Yuuri takes it as an invitation, pounding into him at record speed. Victor can
hold back no longer, tightening around Yuuri’s cock as his seed splatters
against the wall and the floor. Yuuri moans at his release, and Victor shudders
as he is filled with Yuuri’s warm fluids.
“Yuuri,” he moans as Yuuri pulls out, clinging to Victor’s sweating back.
“Victor,” he pants in response.
There is nothing else that needs to be said as Victor turns and they fall into
each other arms. Victor has never been happier to bury his face into Yuuri’s
hair.
***** Day Twenty-Four: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism *****
Day Twenty-Four: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism
Noiz muffled the sounds of his arousal with a hand clamped over his mouth,
stroking his cock languidly from the hallway. In the living room, on the couch,
Aoba was doing the same, hand pumping his swollen dick at a quickened pace. He
hadn’t heard Noiz come in- and Noiz had kept it so that Aoba would not sense
his presence.
Noiz couldn’t help mimicking Aoba’s actions anymore than he could have helped
kissing him that day- he immediately had pulled his cock, stroking his
painfully hard cock. Now, after a few minutes of watching Aoba masturabating,
Noiz was unsure of how much longer he could last.
Aoba’s body suddenly tensed, a soft moan escaping him. Noiz watched as Aoba
came all over himself, moaning loudly. The sound went straight to Noiz’s own
arousal, and he was unable to hold back. He dropped his hand from his mouth,
where it had been muffling his erotic cries, instead using it to catch his
spillage.
His body shook and shuddered as he release onto himself, still actively trying
to be quiet about it. He leaned his forehead against the wall upon completion,
tucking his cock back into his pants. The last thing he was expecting upon
looking back up was to find Aoba smirking at him. He had known Noiz was there
the whole time.
The bastard.
***** Day Twenty-Five: Smiles/Laughter *****
Day Twenty-Five: Smiles/Laughter
When he closed his eyes, he could remember every detail of her. It was painful
and beautiful at the same time, but he put himself through it either way. Each
night, he would close his eyes and try to dream of her, filling his head with
memories and begging them to stay in his head as he drifted off.
Her cheeks were perpetually pink, a soft blush coating them at all times. It
must have been because she was always smiling- whether it was a soft, natural
smile, or laughter, or a toothy grin. She was always smiling, and enjoying life
in a way that Kousei never could. Her eyes would light up with her smile- a
mixture of blues, violets, and greys blending together in a way he’d never seen
before, and would never see again.
She was beautiful, always. When she smiled, when she laughed. When she cried,
and when she was focused on something. Nothing could compare to the way she
loved life, living it to the fullest while she could. If there was one thing
Kousei would never forget, it was her smile. It would get him through the days,
through the nights. Kaori, thank you for smiling with me.
***** Day Twenty-Six: Stockings/Pantyhose *****
Day Twenty-Six: Stockings/pantyhose
Victor’s eyes raked over Yuuri’s sultry form, from the tight corset to where
they met a pair of sexy underthings. Victor could see the prominent bulge
beneath the flimsy cloth, proof of yuuri’s enjoyment. Two straps came down the
front of each thigh, hooking into the top of Yuuri’s sheer thigh-highs. The
shimmery fabric could be followed down his legs, hugging him perfectly, until
it slid into a pair of black high heels, shiny patent leather.
“Yuuri, love...You look amazing.”
Yuuri’s smile turns from a bashful, cute grin into something darker as he
lowers himself down onto Victor’s lap.
“Victor,” he chides, “You are overdressed.”
[Day 27’s short will be a continuation of this one!]
***** Day Twenty-Seven: Stripping/Strip Tease *****
Day Twenty-Seven: Stripping/Striptease
[Continuation of Day 26’s short]
“Then allow me to make myself acceptable, love.”
Gently, Victor helps Yuuri off of his lap and places him back down onto the
chair. He stands in front of his husband, licking his lips as he reaches for
his t-shirt. He removes it indolently, being sure to keep his stomach exposed
with his arms up over his head for as long as possible. When the shirt is
tossed aside, he asks,
“How is that, hmm?”
Yuuri smiles slyly, shaking his head. “Still overdressed.”
Shrugging, Victor obliges Yuuri silently by reaching for his belt, unbuckling
it and sliding it through the loops of his jeans before tossing his aside. He
unbuttons and unzips his pant, shifting his hips as he slips them down his legs
and kicks them away. Clad in only his briefs, Victor shamelessly palms his
clothed erection.
“More,” Yuuri demands quietly, “let me see your pretty cock.”
Victor swallows the guttural groan that rises in his throat at Yuuri’s words,
fingers slipping under his waistband. He shimmies out of his underwear
gracefully, exposing himself and tossing the final garment aside. Smirking,
Victor straddles Yuuri as his husband had done to him before.
“Yuuri,” he hums, “I want you to fuck me.”
***** Day Twenty-Eight: Swallowing *****
Day Twenty-Eight: Swallowing
“Rin, I’m getting close,” Yukio warned, sweat dripping from his brow.
Rin looked up at his brother with lidded eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hot,
pulsing cock filling his mouth. As much as he didn’t want this to end, he knew
that in the end, he would still be getting a reward.
Yukio’s movements were becoming more and more erratic, his fingers tightening
in Rin’s hair. Smiling around his dick, Rin bobbed his head even faster, taking
Yukio deeper.
“R-Rin, I’m going to-” Yukio interrupted himself with a moan as he pressed far
back into Rin’s mouth. “Ah, fuck!”
Rin relished in the salty warmth on his tongue, the way his brother unravelled
completely as he spilled his seed. Rin savored in his brother’s cock and
spillage for a moment longer before swallowing every drop, wishing he could
have even more.
***** Day Twenty-Nine: Omorashi *****
Chapter Summary
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Day Twenty-Nine: Omorashi
This was so embarassing. Ever since he could remember, Eren had been cursed
with a small bladder. He’d had frequent accidents as a child, and wet the bed
until his early teens. However, he’d always been around his parents, Mikasa,
and Armin- all who were aware of Eren’s frequent need to urinate, and whom
didn’t judge him for it. Now, however, Eren was walking behind Levi and
absolutely bursting, afraid to tell his captain about his need.
Levi already thought he was a dumb kid- useless except for his titan abilities,
annoying beyond belief. When Eren had first felt a twinge in his bladder,
reminding him to relieve himself soon, he’d ignored it. He was a cadet now- he
wasn’t going to ask to stop until someone else did. He thought he could hold
it.
With each step, Eren was becoming increasingly desperate and increasingly
willing to embarrass himself by asking Levi if he could stop and relieve
himself off the path. His bladder weighed heavily in his gut, each step
jostling it and threatening to spill over its contents, soaking his pants.
Gritting his teeth, Eren snuck a hand to the front of his pants for a brief
moment, trying to catch up with Levi, who had somehow gotten a bit farther
ahead. As soon as Eren managed to remove his hand from his cock, halting the
slight feeling of relief, Levi glanced back at him and clicked his tongue.
“Will you hurry up? We don’t have all day, you know.”
Eren nodded quickly, jogging to catch up. The movement was not the best idea, a
hot spurt leaking from his dick and dampening his underwear. Eren bit his lip
as he once again took his place behind Levi, becoming worried once again. Does
he even pee? Why hasn’t he stopped to take a leak yet?
Eren grabbed at himself once more as another leak occurred, a tiny patch no
more than a quarter wetting the front of his pants. Coming to a halt and potty
dancing on the spot, Eren knew he had to speak up.
“C-captain, wait,” Eren muttered, crossing his legs and removing his hand from
his crotch. He tried to still his potty dance with no avail as the older man
turned to face him. “I need to-”
Levi’s eyes widened upon seeing Eren’s state- the younger man’s hips were
swaying, legs cross tight as he fought the urge to squirm on the spot. Finally,
Levi managed a scoff, though his cheeks were growing pink. “You need a piss?
Why didn’t you just say so?” When Eren still didn’t move, Levi added, “Go, will
you? Before you wet your pants.”
Eren nodded hurriedly, turning away from Levi but not bothering to wander too
far off the path. He unzipped his pants enough to pull out his already spurting
member, aiming it down onto the grass with a quiet sigh of relief. He shut his
eyes and let the release overcome him, glad to finally let go after trying to
hold it for so long.
When Eren finally finished and tucked himself away, he became embarrassingly
aware that Levi had been staring at him the entire time. Upon turning back to
his captain, Eren’s cheeks stained with a prominent blush. “Sorry, I…” He
trailed off, kicking his boot into the dirt.
“Let’s just keep moving.”
***** Day Thirty: Cunnilingus *****
Day Thirty: Cunnilingus
Ecchan’s tongue moved over Hanabi’s most intimate areas, sending spikes up
pleasure through her nerves. Hanabi pressed her palm over her mouth, trying to
stifle the soft sounds of pleasure that seemed to worm their way from her
throat, despite her efforts to stop them.
She could smell Ecchan’s shampoo from where her head rested on the pillows,
feel the soft touch of her lotioned hands as they gently grasped Hanabi’s
thighs, keeping them spread. The black-haired girl cried out as Ecchan sucked
her clitoris, bucking her hips without meaning to. She could feel the breath of
Ecchan’s chuckle on her damp nub.
Ecchan’s tongue swirled in circular motions, pressed down, licked up and down.
Hanabi was beside herself, writhing under Ecchan’s touch as she felt her
pleasure ready to peak. Ecchan tightened her grip on Hanabi’s thighs, sucking
on hanabi thoroughly until she came, head thrown back and hand doing nothing to
muffle the shouts of pleasure emerging.
***** Day Thirty-One: Any Combo *****
Chapter Notes
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Day Thirty-One: Any Combo
“When will you ever learn?”
“I’m sorry, I-I won’t do it again.”
“Of course you won’t.”
A strong hand comes down onto Yuri’s bare bottom, still damp and cold from
sitting in his pee-soaked pants earlier. It comes down a second time, making
Yuri yelp and squirm on Victor’s knee.
“Stop wiggling and behave yourself,” Otabek chastises from somewhere above.
Yuri can hear Yuuri humming with agreement.
Victor’s hand comes down once more, asking Yuri coldly, “why are you being
spanked, Yura?”
Yuri gasps, taking advantage of the brief reprieve whilst Victor waits for his
reply. “B-because Beka gave me a lot to drink and told me to hold it.”
Victor runs his hand over Yuri’s bottom, whether an action of soothing, or a
promise of more pain to come. “And, what else?”
Yuri tenses, waiting to see if Victor’s hand comes down again. When it doesn’t,
he answers quietly. “I was supposed to wait until after Yuuri finished in my
mouth, but I…”
“But you what?” Yuuri pries from above.
Yuri looks up at the other Yuuri with pitiful eyes, meeting dark brown ones
with no sign of caving. “I peed in my pants right before you finished.”
“Mhm, that’s right,” Otabek cuts in.
Victor pats Yuri’s bottom, playfully, without a hint of malice. “You want to
apologize to Yuuri?”
Yuri looks up at Victor, nodding eagerly.
“You know how, yes? Sweetly, now,” Victor encourages him in a saccharine tone.
Yuri licks his lips, sliding from Victor’s knees and crawling towards Yuuri on
the floor. He waits until Yuuri kneels down, cupping Yuri’s face in his hands.
“You have something to tell me, baby?” Yuuri asks sweetly.
Yuri cants into Yuuri’s hands, nodding softly. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry I
couldn’t hold it.”
Yuuri hums, pressing a kiss to Yuri’s cheek before gathering the younger man
into his arms. And with that, Yuri knows he is forgiven.
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