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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      おそ松さん_|_Osomatsu-san_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Matsuno_Ichimatsu/Matsuno_Karamatsu/Matsuno_Osomatsu, Matsuno_Karamatsu/
      Matsuno_Osomatsu, Matsuno_Ichimatsu/Matsuno_Karamatsu
  Character:
      Matsuno_Ichimatsu, Matsuno_Osomatsu, Matsuno_Karamatsu, Brief_mentions_of
      others
  Additional Tags:
      Okay_so_like..., partial_high_school_au_based_off_different_official_art,
      school_nurse_ichi_+_basketball_player/student_kara, and_then_nurse(/
      nurse's_assistant)_oso, parakara_gets_fucky_(peace_emoji), underage
      because_kara's_a_student, Blow_Jobs, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex, Body
      Worship
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-26 Completed: 2017-02-15 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 11145
****** Personalized Tongue Depressors ******
by OfficialKaramatsuGirls
Summary
     The nursing staff begins to get tired of a certain regular, scheming
     to exploit his weaknesses for something different.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
      “Damn, you’re here again?” Ichimatsu rolled his chair to look at the door
then swivelled in the opposite direction, towards his nurse.
      “You must really love sensei!” Osomatsu teased, giggling lightly.
      “It’s not my fault I keep getting injured!” Karamatsu pathetically
sauntered in, possibly for more pity on him. It was his third visit this week
and basketball season had hardly started.
      “Right, right, whatever. Come on in.” Motioning for the student to come
forward, Karamatsu closed the door behind him and sat in the chair opposing
Ichimatsu. His sleepless eyes were sick of seeing this student in particular,
but his nurse loved Karamatsu. He loved toying with him, embarrassing him,
taunting the boy until he was a reddened mess and forgot about his injury. It
was usually exaggeration, anyways. One time he sprained his ankle but after
Osomatsu’s poor, dirty humor and Ichimatsu’s nonexistent concern on stopping
him led Karamatsu to leave instead of getting the help he originally came in
for.
      The school nurse was a cruel man. He believed if a student were well
enough to walk to his office, they were fine to last the day then go home and
complain to their parents about it. Some kids he did enjoy helping, like the
girls who flirted with Osomatsu. In those cases his only reason for being there
was supervision, to put it lightly. Sneaky business went on in his room and
Karamatsu was usually the disturbance in such activities. Having girls come in
to mess with Osomatsu and the occasional boy with Ichimatsu was disrupted by
Karamatsu’s good nature of seeking help.
      Poor, stupid boy doesn’t understand the sleazy ways of his school.
      “Say, Osomatsu,” Ichimatsu stood, brushed his hands on his lab coat and
slowly walked to his assistant. “Remember Maki-chan?”
      “Oh, yeah, Maki!” A delighted laugh escaped Osomatsu, brushing under his
nose. “She was a good kid, and a really good--”
      “Maki-san from 3-B?” Karamatsu asked, sat up straighter and smiled. “She
was my partner in--”
      “Remember her injury?” Cutting him off, Ichimatsu patted Osomatsu’s
shoulder twice. “I think Karamatsu needs the same kind of treatment.” Osomatsu
snorted.
      “Was she injured? I can’t say I remember seeing her with any sort of--”
      “Sure thing, sensei!” The assistant hummed, standing up from his perch on
the corner of Ichimatsu’s desk, straightened his skirt and slid his shoes off.
He hated those cramped little sneakers but it was a requirement and
complimented the white tights. Glad to have his toes breathe the cool air,
Osomatsu made sure to sway his hips over to Karamatsu.
      “What seems to be the problem, Kara boy?”
      “Ka…” His eyebrows were so dramatic for such a wimpy boy, Osomatsu noted,
but Karamatsu had this air of maturity despite being in high school. From the
gossip the nurse’s office shared, Karamatsu did not have many friends due to
his ‘painful’ personality. Too kind to people who were mean to him, insisting
everyone could be forgiven like he was a religious man. Bullshit, really, and
he got harassed moreso. Girls pitied him, and his brothers - four of them, if
you could believe it - hardly put up with him but at the end of the day he was
a familiar face to Ichimatsu and Osomatsu.
      Hopefully they could make that very expressive face into an orgasmic mess
very soon.
      “Let me guess, uh…” Osomatsu glanced over the student’s body. He was
wearing his basketball uniform; baggy shorts and thick legs that were shaved.
God, what a disaster this kid was. He had a long brace over his left arm,
covering most of his exposed skin. Taking the elbow in his hand, Osomatsu
raised the boy’s arm. “Your arm?”
      “No,” he said, opening his mouth to say what his problem was but Osomatsu
continued pestering him.
      “Are you sure? Then what’s this for?” Sliding his finger into his brace,
Osomatsu tugged on the fabric.
      “Protection. I’ve had injuries there before.”
      “It’s always good to be prepared,” Osomatsu chimed, putting his arm down
and moved to his right wrist. “A band, eh? Any significance?”
      “It’s just to prevent my hands from being sweaty.”
      “Blue? Sparkles?”
      “It’s my favorite color and I feel like it adds charm, don’t you think
so, Mr…”
      “Call me nii-san,” sliding the band off, Osomatsu played with it in his
hands. Stretched it, felt the roughness of the sparkly accessories and passed
it to Ichimatsu, who watched, pleasantly smug.
      “Do they allow this?” Ichimatsu asked, using both hands to pull it apart.
      “Y-Yes, and can I have it back? It’s important.”
      “I thought you said there was no significance?” The doctor pursued.
      “It’s still important to me.”
      “Did a girlfriend give it to you?” Karamatsu laughed briefly.
      “Of course not, I’ve never had one.” A quick silence swept through the
room. Osomatsu being the first to make noise, laughing loudly.
      “Don’t tell m-me,” he managed out, exchanging a glance with his mentor,
“you’ve never had a girlfriend?”
      “No?”
      “Seriously?”
      “N-No.”
      “Oh my God, Ichi-sensei,” Osomatsu ruffled the student’s hair, not
bothering to hide his joy. This kid will be great to mess with. “Forget his
injury, he needs some dating advice, ASAP.”
      “Mm…” Ichimatsu set the band down, leaning back and kicking his feet on
his desk. “You’re more knowledgeable in that field, aren’t you, Osomatsu?”
      “You could say that,” he smirked, combing his fingers through Karamatsu’s
hair. “Say, Kara boy, are there any girls you like?”
      “I don’t believe in dating during school years. School is more important
that love, don’t you think so, nii-san?”
      “He said it!” Osomatsu giggled, an excited smile on his face. “He called
me nii-san! Sensei, I think he deserves a treat for that.”
      “You told me to call you that,” Karamatsu said, sternly. He was beginning
to get nervous; the boy could handle so much from these two, and he felt
trapped immediately. They were never this specifically focused on him and he
wasn’t sure what to do besides go along. Hopefully that was the right choice.
      “Thank you, Kara-kun! I appreciate it. Since you’re so honestly sweet,
wanna do me a favor?”
      “Sure,” he said, Osomatsu brushing through his hair with a hurried ruffle
until he stepped back.
      “Do you think this dress is too short? Some say so, but it’s
comfortable.” The dress was tight around his hips, hem gracing his upper thigh,
expressing his curvy legs; a nice hourglass shape for a male.
      “It looks fine, I think.”
      “Really?” Lifting his leg up and placing his foot on Karamatsu’s thigh,
Osomatsu’s dress rode up to expose his crotch. “Even when I do this?”
      “N-Nii-san!” Karamatsu blurted out, face red, turning his head to look at
the opposing wall. “You shouldn’t be doing that!”
      “Eh? You said you’d tell me if it was short. I’ve gotta move around a lot
in this so I need to know what it looks like all the time. Ichi-sensei isn’t
nice to me, so I hafta ask students.” He tapped his toes on Karamatsu’s leg,
catching those brown pupils watch him from the corner of nervous eyes. The shy
kid swallowed heavily.
      “I th-think it’s all right until you do something like this.”
      “Oh, he gets worse,” Ichimatsu said, cleaning his glasses with his coat
to pass time. He’d join in eventually, but getting Karamatsu there was
humorous.
      “Really?” Karamatsu asked, Osomatsu giggilng.
      “Why, ya interested?” Sliding his foot to Karamatsu’s other thigh,
Osomatsu spread his legs open more and leaned in towards Karamatsu. “I’m a
pretty flexible guy.”
      “That’s… That’s great, nii-san, but I think I should get going.”
      “I haven’t even given you dating advice!” Pouting, Osomatsu angled his
crotch for Karamatsu’s view. White dress, white tights, horribly uncomfortable
white shoes and a red thong. Appeared kind of pink through the leggings, but
the outline of Osomatsu’s dick caught Karamatsu’s curious eyes, unable to look
away. Under his watch it twitched and Karamatsu’s breath hitched, turning his
head once more and closing his eyes.
      “I-I really should get going. I’m feeling better, thanks, nii-san,
sensei.” He didn’t move, not even try to get up - just remained sitting with
Osomatsu over him. His face wasn’t as red as it initially was, but he was
nervous and Osomatsu was hungry for more.
      “What’d you come in for here, anyway? It’s not your arms, right?”
Osomatsu shifted himself to sit on Karamatsu’s lap, straddling him, ankles
locked around Karamatsu’s shoes on the floor. His body tensed up and his
eyebrows mashed together with a frown. “Your legs?” Taking his stockinged food,
he caressed Karamatsu’s shin, rubbing soft circles on the smooth skin.
      “No, it’s not important anymore, I do need to go,” he locked eyes with
Osomatsu, “please, nii-san.”
      “Oh, man, Kara boy! Drives me wild when you call me that. Say it again
and maybe I’ll let you go.”
      “Nii-san, please, let me leave.”
      “Karamatsu-kun,” Ichimatsu sighed, unkempt hair rustling with his motion,
“you come here all the time and you know we don’t help you. Yet you still come.
Why?”
      “You’re some of the only people who tolerate me,” he mumbled, breaking
his gaze with Osomatsu to watch this hands grip at the seat of the chair. “I
feel like a bother to my teachers and family, I don’t have many friends, the
other players never pass to me… But you guys will talk to me, even if it’s
teasing. And I appreciate it, but this…” Perspiration gathered on his forehead,
“this isn’t what I want.”
      “What if I can make it what you want?” Osomatsu put his hands back in
Karamatsu’s hair, combing through his black hair. It was soft, parted easily
with his fingers and had a nice shine to it. “I’m pretty good at this kinda
stuff.”
      “I don’t know…” Knuckles turned white, his hold on the plastic
increasing. “I really don’t think I should.”
      “Doesn’t the idea excite you?” Osomatsu shifted his body forward,
pressing his chest against Karamatsu’s and whispering in the boy’s ear,
“getting nasty? We’ll do so many things. You’re a virgin, right?” Karamatsu
swallowed and nodded subtly. “Messing around with the nurse and nurse’s
assistant during school sounds like a porno, right? Well, kid, let’s make it a
reality.” Exhaling a short breath of air against Karamatsu’s ear, the student
shivered. “We don’t hafta have Ichi-sensei in on this, but he’s a pretty cool
guy when it comes to this stuff. I mean,” Osomatsu giggled shortly, “I’m the
best, but it’s more fun with three. Whaddya say?”
      Karamatsu honestly didn't know how to answer. He didn't know what to say
- his mouth was dry, his mind was slowing down, blood rushing from his head as
his grip tightened along the seat of his chair and he prayed to God the nurse
wouldn’t feel his erection. Panic tore at him; he needed to leave now,but
getting up would expose himself and he didn’t want that. He didn’t want to be
here anymore, he just wanted to forget about this but Osomatsu’s lips parted to
say something, a quiet wet pop when he opened his mouth, a mischievous grin
lingering.
      “Oh, my, Kara-kun,” he whispered, hot breath warming the side of
Karamatsu’s head, “is that what I think it is?”
      “Please,” Karamatsu responded softly, pleading, “just let me go. I-I’m
sorry.”
      “Mmm,” Osomatsu hummed, shifting his position to lightly touch
Karamatsu’s dick, the boy inhaling sharply, “I dunno. Think it over a little,
‘kay?” He put his hands on Karamatsu’s hips, prying himself off the student to
half-heartedly tug his skirt down. Ichimatsu was impressed by how distraught
Karamatsu was, but nodded slowly. Crossing his legs, curling his body inward
and pulling his jersey down, Karamatsu looked and felt a mess.
      The doctor put his hand on his assistant’s hip, drawing him in closer,
now that he was off Karamatsu’s lap.
      “We should let him go,” he said, bringing his feet down from the table
with a grunt. “If he wants to leave, let him be. He wouldn’t have been good,
anyways.” Turning in his chair, Ichimatsu stuck his feet out and crossed his
ankles, shoes a few inches from Karamatsu’s sneakers.
      “I don’t know,” Osomatsu crossed his arms atop Ichimatsu’s head, lying
his chin upon them, leaning over his sensei to watch Karamatsu fidget in his
seat. The two of them watched the student with feigned boredom, though he
looked back with unexpressed anticipation. He was free to walk away, to not
talk about this, but he remained sitting. Wasting no time, Ichimatsu put his
hands under Osomatsu’s skirt, kneading at his ass, nails ripping the fabric to
feel his skin. Osomatsu let out a delighted squeal and a ‘sensei!’ of pleasure,
Karamatsu quickly drawing his legs in closer. He really, really needed to get
out of here, but when Ichimatsu snapped both sides of Osomatsu’s thong, the
smack that sounded through the room grounded Karamatsu to his seat.
      “S-Se… Sensei?” He averted his gaze, memorizing the direction his
shoelaces went, “what kind of stuff would we be doing?”
      Now we’re talking.
Chapter End Notes
     merry christmas!! barely made it.
     i'm still working on simple./simplistic. but i've got ideas for one-
     shots / short stories. lots of karamatsu, but other pairings as well.
     just currently in a karamatsu mood, i guess!
     i won't make this work very long, maybe 2 or 3 chapters but this is
     what i wanted to get out for today! see y'all soon!
     ♡ hey! if you guys like my work, please consider donating to my ko-
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***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
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      “Well,” Osomatsu said with a click of his tongue, thinking. Ichimatsu’s
thick hands mindlessly continued groping at Osomatsu’s legs, squeezing the fat
between his fingers.“We could do this a coupl’a ways. Let’s take it step-by-
step.”
      “H… How many steps are there?” A nervous cry sounded from hungry lips,
whether Karamatsu knew it or not. His eyes had a gleam of heightened interested
he wanted to explore but didn’t know where to begin.
      “Depends,” the doctor said with a huff, ceasing his advancements on his
nurse’s body, who whimpered at the sudden lacking sensation. Ichimatsu was more
patient than Osomatsu, but even he was bored with talking and simply wanted to
get started.
      He observed their prey, cocking his head and imagining what they could
do. Returning his attention to Osomatsu, Ichimatsu went back to massaging his
ass, ripping more of the leggings and getting his nails along his skin, red
streaks marked upon his flesh.
      “Ichi sensei,” with a pout, Osomatsu tried to wiggle himself free, “this
is the second pair this week!”
      “Stop looking so fucking sexy,” his voice was deep, low and dark, making
both Osomatsu and Karamatsu react, aroused.
      “No promises,” he laughed, but pushed his way out Ichimatsu’s hold and
began to take his ruined tights off, back facing Karamatsu when he bent over.
Ichimatsu watched the student over Osomatsu’s arched spine, his pupils blown
wide and unable to not look at Osomatsu’s red thighs and plush ass few feet
from his reach. The temptation was maddening, and Ichimatsu could sense it,
trying not to laugh at the kid’s pathetic state. And they were only beginning.
      “Like what you see?” Ichimatsu asked, pushing Osomatsu’s head down and
leaning across his back, getting closer to Karamatsu, who yelped in surprise
and blossomed red.
      “I-I mean,” he stammered, eyes glued on Osomatsu. “It’s… It’s nice.”
Osomatsu laughed, not bothering to struggle under the weight pushed against him
that kept him facing downward.
      “Really?” Pulling at the hem of his skirt, Ichimatsu began to expose more
of Osomatsu’s bare ass, thong outlining his shape. Where the three strips of
red fabric met by his tailbone was a laced red heart, translucent appearance
making it somehow more enticing.
      Without any warning, Ichimatsu smacked Osomatsu’s ass hard with an open
palm, relishing in Karamatsu’s reaction. The nurse screamed, back arching to be
hit again, Karamatsu choking on his own spit in surprise.
      “ God , Ichi, you always know what gets me goin’!” Osomatsu shivered,
skin tingling with enjoyable pain from the slap and eagerness to see
Karamatsu’s goddamn expressive face respond to this.
      “You know,” reclining back into his chair, Ichimatsu removed himself from
Osomatsu, who remained bent over, “you could blow me while you’re down there,”
he snickered. Letting an exaggerated moan out, Osomatsu tried to stifle a
laugh.
      “That wouldn’t be fair to Karamatsu, would it?” Stretching, Osomatsu
touched his toes and made sure to stick his ass as close to Karamatsu’s horny
personal space as he could, then finished removing his tights. “Sensei, you
should buy me more of these. You keep ruining them.”
      “Give me head and I’ll think about it.”
      “You’re so mean!” Osomatsu pouted, but sat on his ankles and grazed his
hands over Ichimatsu’s thighs, “but nurses don’t make too much, I might need to
take you up on that.” The two doctors shared a laugh, Ichimatsu opening his
mouth to playfully retort when Osomatsu stopped.
      “Mm,” Osomatsu stopped, snapping his head up to look at Karamatsu,
turning on his position on the floor “say, Kara boy, what was your injury,
anyways?”
      “Oh,” he stopped for a moment, as if to remember, “my head.”
      “Which one?” Ichimatsu drawled out, Osomatsu snorting out a laugh and
swatting at his mentor’s knee.
      “I tripped and hit my head during practice. I felt fine, but coach said I
should come see you.” Another brief pause. “I wonder if she misses me…”
      An emotion dashed across his face - Sadness? Regret? Guilt?
      Oh, well. Doesn’t matter now, does it?
      “We should check it out, right?” Standing up and tracing his hands around
Karamatsu’s face, Osomatsu circled around him, stopping by the right side of
his chair, turning the boy’s head to face him.
      His brown eyes explored him, noticing every stubble of premature facial
hair, the nonexistent acne, the freckles that were hardly noticeable unless you
were close and  damn  were they cute. The shape of his jaw, his cheekbones, the
slight curve of the fat in his cheeks, the flat nose and the extremely
manicured eyebrows. Osomatsu couldn’t recall seeing anyone with eyebrows that
nice, and he couldn’t help but run his thumb along them. Smooth, thick and
soft, like the hair on his head, Karamatsu flinched slightly.
      “Damn, my bad, Kara-kun,” Osomatsu whispered and observed his thumb.
There was a light smudge of black, where he had touched the makeup. “Haha, I
thought so.”
      “You didn’t mess it up,” he swallowed the spit that had been gathering
because he’d been too nervous to do anything besides hold it, “did you?”
      “Nah, I’m not  that  mean. Come ‘ere.” He stepped back and held his hand
out for Karamatsu to take, who tugged his jersey down low but did his erection
no favors and followed where Osomatsu led him to the bed, sitting on the edge.
“What a good boy,” Osomatsu praised, getting on the bed next to him, crossing
his legs beneath him, “you’ll listen to nii-san, right?”
      “S-Sure.”
      “Awesome! Thennnn,” the nurse put his hand on Karamatsu’s far shoulder,
turning him to face the older, “kiss me, Kara boy.”
      The student’s chest quaked with nervous breaths, though he eased when
Osomatsu kissed him. Starting soft, he kept his lips closed and just pressed
flesh upon flesh repeatedly.
      He’s still too tense.
      Osomatsu stopped, squinted his eyes and hummed.
      “What is it, nii-san?”
      “Thinking about your injury,” he licked his lips, put his hand under
Karamatsu’s jaw and pushed his head back, exposing his neck. “Where’d you hit
it?”
      “Around here,” Karamatsu rose his hand to point when Osomatsu grabbed it,
twisted it and placed it under his skirt. “Wait--”
      “Kara-kun, you’re so  bold !” Osomatsu mewled, catching Karamatsu in
another kiss, tongue lapping the boy’s lips.
      Fuck, he got worse!
      “God,” Osomatsu swore, sitting back. “You need to relax a li’l, Kara.”
      “I can’t,” he apologized, taking his hand back from Osomatsu’s crotch.
They were both obviously hard, but they weren’t getting anywhere with Karamatsu
being too nervous.
      “Karamatsu.” Ichimatsu stepped beside the bed and swung the curtain
closed behind him; Karamatsu gulped and Osomatsu smiled. “Listen to Osomatsu,
he knows what he’s doing.” Taking off his lab coat, Ichimatsu draped it over
the chair and got on his knees, “but this is my forte.”
      “W-What--” Karamatsu stuttered, words becoming shattered noises as
Ichimatsu opened his legs, hands on both his thighs, spreading his lap apart.
Ichimatsu let out a low whistle, daring to look up and make eye contact with
the flustered teen. They had a mutual gaze of intense, unexpressed arousal that
was driving Karamatsu mad and Ichimatsu loved it. He loved seeing that pretty
face contort when he tried to quiet his moans and gasps from just simply
watching Osomatsu flaunt about. His embarrassment about his erection and how he
was almost afraid of doing anything else, yet his body was pleading for some
actual interaction, for anything, and Ichimatsu knew what to do.
      A nice tent, he noted, a little damp on the fabrics farthest extension
point. Looking past him, Ichimatsu locked eyes with Osomatsu and they both
counted down to themselves, then grabbed the hems of respective articles of
clothing on Karamatsu. Ichimatsu held the elastic of his shorts and Osomatsu
played with the bottom of his jersey.
      “Go!” Osomatsu yelled, lifting the shirt up the same time Ichimatsu
yanked down the shorts, Karamatsu letting out a confused, almost scared cry.
The doctor pried the boy’s legs open while Osomatsu held Karamatsu’s wrists to
prevent him from covering himself.
      “Damn,” Ichimatsu said, savoring the sight before him.
      Karamatsu is a third year in high school, and a basketball player, which
assumes some form of masculinity. He was also in the drama club at some point,
which provides a hint of femininity. He differed in a different way from those
two - he had no hair. Absolutely no body hair on his slightly tanned self, just
muscles and soft-looking skin. It almost shined with the sleekness and the
sweat that coated his body. Osomatsu laughed, turning Karamatsu’s arms to look
at his chest. Even his armpits were shaved, a slight sign of stubble.
      “Holy shit,” Osomatsu breathed, unable to stop himself from laughing.
This boy was hilarious. “Man, Kara boy, you’re such a wild kid. Kiss me again.”
Pressing their lips together, Karamatsu was still nervous but not as tense,
since being exposed. His skin had goosebumps and he whimpered that his dick was
very much alive and not getting any attention, but Osomatsu deepened their kiss
and he relaxed a little. When their tongues touched Karamatsu gagged, pulling
his head back.
      “S… Sorry,” he said, looking past Osomatsu’s shoulder, “I’ve never kissed
anyone, and it’s just weird.”
      “Nah, you’re cool, we’ll build up to it.” Resuming their kisses,
Ichimatsu ran his hands along Karamatsu’s legs, feeling the muscles flex when
he twitched nervously. Pursing his lips, he pressed a gentle kiss to the head,
Karamatsu moaning into Osomatsu’s mouth.
      God, that was hot.
      “Do that again,” Osomatsu whispered, opening his mouth to inhale more of
Karamatsu’s moans when Ichimatsu took the head in his mouth. Drool ran down the
corner of his mouth, almost joined by tears that filled his eyes.
      “God  damn , I’m so hard!” Osomatsu whined, releasing Karamatsu’s arms,
which went to hold Osomatsu’s hips in place, continuing to kiss him; hungry,
oh, so hungry. His body was turned at an uncomfortable angle, twisting his
back, Osomatsu prying the boy’s hands off and settling behind his back.
      “We can kiss later,” he said, whispering in Karamatsu’s ear, “but I need
a quick break or I fucking swear I’ll cum right now,” Karamatsu shivered,
melting when Osomatsu reached his hands under his arms and began touching his
chest.
      “N-Nii-san...” he whined, mouth open and drooling like an animal.
Ichimatsu hadn’t been paying much attention to dick, but watched how furious it
was getting from the attention from Osomatsu.
      “Shh, it’s okay,” kissing along his jaw, Osomatsu settled on the pulsing
vein of his neck, sucking the skin. His hands roamed around Karamatsu’s chest,
feeling his muscles and pinching his nipples lightly. They weren’t very hard
because of the warmth in the room, but with irritation from Osomatsu’s pinches
and tugs they soon erected, a nice rose color.
      “What about hickeys?” Karamatsu asked, his voice quiet and his body
flushed. “What will I say?”
      “You could be honest,” Osomatsu’s breath was moist on the nape of the
student’s neck, “that you fucked ‘round with the nurses. Bet that’ll get you
some looks.” Taking the flesh of his shoulder, Osomatsu sunk his teeth into
Karamatsu’s salty, sweaty skin, running his hands along the student’s chest as
he whimpered under the nurse’s touch. Ichimatsu had stopped using his mouth and
fondled Karamatsu’s balls, feeling the soft, smooth covering and watching the
skin flinch when Osomatsu pinched his nipples.
      The lack of hair was pleasing to look it, expressed his length more and
wasn't as messy to suck on, rather clean and simple. Ichimatsu made sure to
take his time with the boy, blowing hot air the base of his dick, holding his
thighs open with one hand, squeezing his balls as Karamatsu moaned. He made
such beautiful noises, Ichimatsu shifting his position to take more of the
student’s cock in his mouth, opening his throat more.
      In tune with the doctor, Osomatsu hovered his hands on Karamatsu’s chest
and pinched the nipples harshly when Ichimatsu swallowed Karamatsu’s dick to
the back of his throat, Karamatsu making an indescribable noise, overwhelmed
and close to climax.
      “Fuck!” He yelled, hands squeezing at the covers on the bed, panting as
Ichimatsu began to move his head, tongue flat on the underside, hardly trying
to stop his teeth from touching the skin.
      “Aw, sensei, look at ‘im,” Osomatsu purred, turning Karamatsu’s head
towards him to watch the tears drip off his eyelashes, eyes closed shut. He was
so close he couldn’t handle it, didn’t know what to do besides fall apart in
their touches.
      “I-I’m… I’m gonna cum…” he repeated, trying to level his breathing but
the hitches of his breath, the pulsing of his muscles and the warming heat in
his stomach told the nursing staff enough. Quickly moving from his spot behind
Karamatsu, Osomatsu scooted himself to watch Ichimatsu blow him.
      “Sensei, I’m cumming!” Karamatsu yelled, throwing his head back, eyelids
scrunched shut.
      “Oh, shit!” Osomatsu exclaimed, smacking his hands together in amazed
applause as Karamatsu came, voice hoarse, strangled in his throat among gasps
and sobs. Ichimatsu didn’t stop moving his head, continued bobbing through
Karamatsu’s orgasm and kept sucking after he came, the boy whining in
oversensitivity. “Damn, Kara!” Osomatsu continued, whistling as Ichimatsu
slowly pulled himself off, cum dribbling down the corner of his mouth.
      Ichimatsu stood and Osomatsu moved towards his doctor as he beckoned with
a curling finger. He put one hand on the back of his nurse’s neck, the other on
his waist, pulling him close to kiss, Osomatsu easily parting his lips in
desire.
      Sitting naked on the bed, Karamatsu was absolutely entranced by two men,
who toyed with him when he only sought them for company, exchanging a mixture
of their combined saliva and Karamatsu’s cum between open, sloppy kisses. It
was enchanting, watching something he'd never imagine in any sort of reality
happen in front of him. The fact he came so fast wasn't as big of a concern he
thought it would be, as they seemed to be enjoying themselves regardless.
Karamatsu just needed to catch up, but viewing such a strangely erotic sight
was working up him again, despite how drained he felt.
      “Mm…” Osomatsu moaned, deepening the kiss to suck on Ichimatsu’s tongue,
collecting his mouth’s contents to stuff in his cheeks, closing his mouth and
winking at his doctor. “Kara boy,” Osomatsu murmured as best as he could,
stepping closer to Karamatsu, holding his cheek and leaning in. Kissing with
slight difficulty, Osomatsu managed to get Karamatsu to open his mouth where he
released the boy’s cum back to him, gagging him, though Osomatsu wouldn’t let
go. Coughing into the other’s mouth, Karamatsu was forced to swallow and began
sputtering when Osomatsu broke the kiss, eyes still watering.
      “Haha!” Osomatsu held his stomach, laughing. “You did it! Wow!” Karamatsu
continued coughing, disgusted at the taste that was pushed down his throat,
managing to subside it eventually and looked at Osomatsu with a pained gaze.
      “Pretty gross, right?” Ichimatsu asked with a coy smirk. Wiping his chin
of any excess drool, he stopped to think. What next? Looking at Osomatsu, he
grumbled under his breath and sighed. Pointing a finger towards himself,
Osomatsu mouthed something Karamatsu couldn’t catch, but when Ichimatsu nodded
the nurse whooped.
      “Me next!” He sang, excitedly, climbing back on the bed. Patting the
covers, Karamatsu got the hint to turn and face the nurse, who sat back on his
ankles and watched Karamatsu hungrily. His dick lay partially hard, building
its way back up. Osomatsu’s was strangled beneath the tight fabric of his
thong, desperate for touch.
      Once again looking at Ichimatsu, the nurse pulled his lips into a smile
and faced the student.
      “Mm,” he moaned, sticking his chest out, “I’m hot. Wanna take this off,
Kara-kun?” He motioned vaguely at the buttons of the dress, tipping his head
back for the student to undo the outfit. Sweaty hands palmed the front of the
dress, like Karamatsu didn’t know how to unbutton it, but Osomatsu gave him
time.
      “Oh,” Karamatsu whispered after removing the third button. A piece of
lace began exposing itself from under the dress, red like his underwear,
outlining his breast.
      “Gotta hide these nice tits,” the nurse said, eager for Karamatsu to
explore him. The more buttons he undid, the more he could see Osomatsu was
wearing a red, lace bra. He didn’t have a real reason to wear it besides the
sexual appeal of wearing lingerie to work, and it was working Karamatsu up,
panting lightly as he curiously touched Osomatsu’s chest.
      “Hn…” he whimpered, raising his chest a little for Karamatsu to
specifically touch his nipples. When those rough finger pads touched the buds
through the fabric Osomatsu moaned, exaggerated but certainly full of pleasure.
“Nipples are pretty rad, right?” Nodding, Karamatsu used both hands to feel his
chest, pushing the dress’ top apart more to view more of the nurse’s skin.
      “I’m taking it off,” Karamatsu said quietly, resuming to finish the
unbuttoning process until the dress was taken apart down the front, falling off
Osomatsu’s shoulders to the bed. “Beautiful,” he whispered, Osomatsu laughing.
      “Thanks, Kara-kun! Let’s get real now.” Taking one of Karamatsu’s hands
that still hovered around his abdomen, Osomatsu sucked on his fingers while his
other hand slid his thong partially out of the way. “Have you ever done ass
stuff?”
      “No?” He responded, like answering a question with a question. Nipping
the fingers, Osomatsu, rolled onto his back, opening his legs and pulling
Karamatsu with him, forcing him on his knees above the nurse.
      “Then you’re gonna learn.” Moistening his own fingers, Osomatsu avoided
touching his dick and prodded at his asshole, slowly poking a finger in, eyes
instructing Karamatsu to do the same.
      Karamatsu’s fingers were plenty wet with Osomatsu’s saliva, and the nurse
held his cheeks apart with one hand, the other keeping his thong out the way,
Karamatsu awkwardly following the underwear's outline along the skin.
      “Put it in,” Osomatsu said, voice a little harsher than his teasing tone
he had the whole time. “You can do it.”
      His middle finger didn’t get very far; he was surprised by the feel of
Osomatsu’s anus swallowing his finger after it passed the muscle. Retracting
his hand, Karamatsu looked confused, but tried again after a moment. Hardly
past the knuckle, Osomatsu was beginning to get irritated.
      “God,” Ichimatsu interrupted, slapping Karamatsu’s hand away from
Osomatsu and sitting next to him on the bed. “I’ll show you how it’s done.”
Spitting directly on Osomatsu’s flushed skin, Ichimatsu drove a finger into his
asshole, the other two surprised at the roughness of his movement. Twisting and
thrusting his finger, Ichimatsu quickly added a second, Osomatsu gasping in
moans as the doctor scissored him apart. Karamatsu winced at a third finger,
unable to imagine that being done to him, but Osomatsu assured Ichimatsu that
was enough.
      “I’m good, thanks, doc,” he said, sitting up when Ichimatsu clicked his
tongue, getting off the bed.
      “On your back,” Ichimatsu told Karamatsu, putting a hand on his shoulder
and laying him down. Osomatsu removed his thong with a little struggle, then
got on his hands and knees and crawled towards Karamatsu, swinging his legs
over his hips.
      “How does it feel, Kara boy?” He asked, kissing him. “Are you ready?”
      “R-Ready for what?” Giggling, Osomatsu put his hands back on Karamatsu’s
chest, toying with his nipples to revive his erection. Watching Ichimatsu
finger his nurse had worked pretty well, but Osomatsu wanted him rock hard for
this.
      “Man, you really are such a kid. Don’t you wanna fuck me? That’s what
we’ve been building up to.”
      “Wait,” Karamatsu’s face contorted into concern, “I’m having sex with
you?” He sat up, Osomatsu sitting back on the boy’s knees.
      “Yeah, I mean, you don’t wanna mess with him,” Osomatsu pointed his thumb
over his shoulder, directed at the school nurse, who carried a smug look on his
face, “he’s a real monster in bed. Totally destroyed a kid’s ass once, no joke,
it was  bad .” Karamatsu swallowed nervously, Osomatsu laughing, “but he won’t
do that to you. You’re too cute, Kara boy!” He sang, ruffling the student’s
hair. “Just that  someone’s  gotta take your v-card, why not let it be nii-
san?”
      “What about, uh… Condoms?” Karamatsu asked, hesitating. Osomatsu laughed,
rubbing his shoulders.
      “It’s your first time, let’s do it right.” Easing the boy onto his back,
Osomatsu repositioned himself to hover above him, sucking on his collarbone and
whispering, “you can cum in me all you want. Fill nii-san up, Kara boy.”
Karamatsu swallowed, averting his gaze elsewhere.
      Karamatsu was... Really going to do this. He was going to lose his
virginity to another male; the school nurse’s assistant at that. The doctor had
sucked him off but here he was, naked, on his back as Osomatsu nii-san lined
his stretched asshole over Karamatsu’s raw dick, after refusing to use
lubricant or a condom.
      How he got here, he wasn’t sure, but Karamatsu knew for a fact he had to
stop thinking about it so intensely because he would cum again immediately. He
needed to focus on little things, like how good it looked to suck on Osomatsu’s
nipples. The bra was still on, though everything else was off - almost like his
nipples were forbidden from the rest of his body.
      They were both hot, the air humid with a scent of sex suffocating them,
Osomatsu reclining on his elbows to kiss Karamatsu as he felt the tip enter
him. Rotating his hips, he could hear and feel Karamatsu whimper, silencing him
with his tongue as he slammed himself down.
      It was downright blasphemous how good Karamatsu’s dick felt in Osomatsu’s
ass, and he couldn’t help but squeal when it hit his prostate, not bothering to
quiet himself. It was longer than most students, almost in comparison to
Ichimatsu’s, though it wasn’t as thick. It definitely hit the spot, though,
Osomatsu grinding his hips down.
      “ Fuck! ” He hissed, giving himself a moment to adjust. Karamatsu’s hands
mindlessly grabbed on Osomatsu’s hips, like he needed something to hold on, to
keep himself grounded to reality. Sitting up and putting his hands on
Karamatsu’s pelvis, Osomatsu pulled his body up then dropped back, letting out
another cry.
      Karamatsu joined in in moans, cries and aimless compliments of how
fucking good it felt, God, it felt so good. He ignored the soreness in his arms
from keeping himself upright, constantly fucking himself off of Karamatsu’s
dick, stretching his ass apart. Maybe the student could sense that, because
with a little falter he sat up, gripping Osomatsu’s hips and began to move the
nurse’s body. Osomatsu was so thankful he was a basketball player, and had
strong arms that could easily bounce his body atop him. 
     His mouth pressed sloppy kisses to his bra, hot breath ghosting over
Osomatsu's sensitive nipples, trying to nip at them but only succeeding in
biting the fabric.
      A pain built inside him, as well as a heat pooling in his stomach,
Osomatsu beginning to panic lightly.
      “Stop,” he managed to get out between moans, Karamatsu’s hold on his hips
tight, “I’m gonna cum, wa-wait a sec!”
      “Sorry,” Karamatsu’s voice was dark, sent a shiver through Osomatsu that
went directly to his dick, making it worse, “I’m close.”
      “S-So slow down!”
      “Sorry, nii-san, I c-can’t.”
      “No, no, no!” Osomatsu wailed, nails digging in Karamatsu’s scalp,
shaking his head. “Stop! I’m c-cumming!” Skin slapped against skin, Osomatsu’s
hips snapping in a hurried motion, unable to contain his voice as he came, the
dick inside him repeatedly pushing at his prostate during his orgasm. He shot
milky spurts across Karamatsu’s fit chest, though the student showed no signs
of stopping. Tears dripped from Osomatsu’s eyes, rolling his head back as
Karamatsu fucked him harder, suddenly stopping, cock lodged far into Osomatsu’s
ass, speaking nonsense as he came.
      “I love you,” was the only thing Osomatsu and Ichimatsu caught, cumming a
lot inside the nurse as he panted, eventually climbing down from his high. He
flopped on his back, still inside Osomatsu, who savored the full feeling.
Ichimatsu laughed, applauding slowly.
      “Good job, Karamatsu,” he said, brushing a hand through the boy's hair,
“I almost came watching that.” Osomatsu returned a weak laugh, exhausted.
      “I’m done,” Karamatsu whispered, palms over his eyes. Osomatsu pulled
himself off and sat next to Karamatsu, rubbing his hand on the student’s arm.
      “Aw,” Ichimatsu teased, “don’t tell me you forgot about sensei?”
      “Seriously, Ichi,” Osomatsu panted, cum steadily dripping out him, “you
have  got  to try his dick. I know you don’t bottom but God fucking  damn .”
      “I, uh,” his nervous self was back, Karamatsu turning his head to look at
Ichimatsu, “I’m sorry?”
      “No need, Kara boy!” The nurse gave his shoulder a few pats, urging him
to get up. His stomach was splattered with cum, entire body slick with sweat,
completely mentally exhausted. He only wanted to sleep now. “You did great.”
      “Thanks, nii-san,” Osomatsu reached over and grabbed a box of tissues,
tossing it to Karamatsu, who lazily cleaned himself up.
      “Why don’t you go home,” Ichimatsu said, gathering his basketball
uniform, “practice is long over.” Nodding in agreement, Karamatsu collected his
clothes and got dressed, crouching down to tie his shoes.
      “Hey,” he said, eyes focused on the tiled flooring,“I have practice again
tomorrow.”
      “Oh?”
      “S-So I could probably stop by again,” he finished, face burning,
scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
      “Is that a promise, Kara-kun?” Ichimatsu asked, getting on the ground
next to the student and holding his chin to look at him. “If you come back I
might have to fuck you hard.”
      Putting on a nervous smirk, Karamatsu laughed and stood, walking towards
the door.
      “Maybe tomorrow I’ll trip again.”
Chapter End Notes
     yikes!
     for someone who loves ichikara, this was more focused on osokara. i
     don't think i'll do another chapter of ichimatsu and karamatsu but
     otherwise, thanks for reading!!
     (personalized tongue depressors is an innuendo on nursing blowjobs,
     if you were wondering)
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     fi! i may consider writing a mini fic in honor of your donation! ♡
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     happy valentine's day! also 2/14, so here's more parkakara!
     this is kind of aggressive, so, as i said last chapter, yikes!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
      Two light knocks to the door, Ichimatsu downed the rest of his luke warm
coffee, setting the cup down and clearing his throat.
      “Come in!” Osomatsu answered for him, inspecting his nails, sitting with
his legs under him on his doctor’s desk. He was picking at Ichimatsu’s lunch,
having forgotten his own at home, stealing chips and chewing them obnoxiously.
It’d been a slow day so far, the most interesting visit was a girl who came for
a temperature check and wound up giving Osomatsu her panties. He’d keep her in
mind for another day, tucked inside one of the drawers of Ichimatsu’s desk.
      When no one entered, Osomatsu gave Ichimatsu a look.
      “Dibs,” he mouthed, then got off the desk and started towards the door.
He brushed the crumbs off on his thighs, straightened his skirt and flung the
door open, “how can I help ya today?”
      Karamatsu let out a surprised squeal, startled at Osomatsu’s sudden
movement.
      “Oh?” Ichimatsu craned his neck to view the doorway while Karamatsu
nodded and stuttered.
      “I-I should get going, sorry to bother you.”
      “Aw, Kara boy, don’t be shy!” Taking the student’s hand, Osomatsu led him
into the room and closed the door with his foot. “How’s my favorite fuck?”
Clearly nervous at the memory, Karamatsu turned the bands on his right wrist
around once.
      “I’m fine,” he said, looking at the floor.
      “I don’t think I’ve seen you out of uniform,” Ichimatsu noted, smirking.
A dual colored blue top beneath an open white shirt with sleeves rolled to his
elbows, he had tan slacks and black shoes with a thick heel. Two gold bands on
his right wrist, the same wristband from his basketball uniform on his left and
a necklace with a blue bead on it. “You really like blue, huh?”
      “It looks nice on him, don’t you think?” Osomatsu added with a cute
laugh. “Come on, sit down!” Pulling a seat out, Osomatsu motioned for him to
sit.
      Karamatsu sat on the plastic chair with his back straightened, though his
eyes were cast down. He was so nervous, like a child getting lost from their
parent in a large, bustling area, though he was more aware of his surroundings
than ever before.
      Emotions moved through him; embarrassed of what they had done, arousal
because he returned, jealousy because he knew for a fact he wasn’t the only one
to occupy this space, and a twinge almost pride for being the first of his
brothers to lose his virginity. There was also the fear that came with
returning, as Ichimatsu’s last words haunted him.
      If you come back, I might have to fuck you hard.
      That wasn’t exactly something Karamatsu was looking forward to, but he
had to return. He needed more of them, of their attention, of their erotic
touches, and  God  he’s never cum like that before. He masturbated when he got
home, trying different things, but nothing came close to fucking Osomatsu.
Karamatsu swallowed and bunched the fabric of his slacks together on his
thighs, sweaty fists balled up.
      “Oh?” Osomatsu’s voice chirped, snapping Karamatsu back to his current
environment. The nurse was tugging at his collar, trying to expose his neck. It
was clean. “Coulda sworn I left a hickey or two.”
      “An old acquaintance from drama club helped me, uh, cover them up. I-
I didn’t tell her, and she didn’t ask, just got me makeup.” Osomatsu put his
lips together in a thin line and hummed, sitting himself on the bed.
      “What’s her name? I might know her.”
      “Shinobu-chan from 2C. A very nice girl,” he added, Osomatsu snapping his
fingers.
      “Is she the one with--” he cupped his hands in front of his chest in
semicircles, indicating large breasts.
      “Maybe?” He curled his fingers a little, groping the air.
      “Yeah yeah yeah, and she’s got the--” Osomatsu stuck his index fingers
out on both hands, bending the appendage a few times. Karamatsu watched in an
awkward, confused silence.
      “Uh.”
      “You don’t know?” Surprised, Osomatsu dropped his hands. “Yeah, she’s got
some nice studs in her nipples, like  wow . Made me wanna get some.” Putting
his hands on his knees, the nurse leaned in slightly and dropped his voice,
“How does that sound, Kara boy? Good ol’ nii-san getting his tits pierced? Bet
you’d like to suck on those bad boys.”
      “Uh,” Karamatsu repeated, face burning red, eyes back on the floor.
      “Aw, c’mon, you were so hungry for me it was kinda funny. My bra was
soaked with you tryin’ to suck on my nips.” Making the mistake of looking up,
Karamatsu caught Osomatsu’s gaze as he opened his mouth and lolled his tongue
out, imitating Karamatsu the day before. The boy shut his eyes and mumbled.
      “I don’t…” his voice trailed off, “I don’t really want to think about
that.”
      “But,” Ichimatsu cut in, the other two occupants turning to watch him,
“that’s why you came back, correct?” Karamatsu’s fists opened and balled up
again, tighter. “It’s too early to say you - what was it - fell and hit your
head? I don’t think practice has even started.”
      “Nah,” Osomatsu purred, hopping off the bed to saunter towards Karamatsu,
“he just missed us. It’s only noon...” Dropping his head and sighing against
Karamatsu’s cheek, Osomatsu continued, “we’ve got so much time to fuck ‘round
today, huh?”
      “He  knows  why he came back, though,” Ichimatsu said, placing his feet
on the floor and pulling himself towards Karamatsu, “he wants me to fuck ‘im.
Hard .” Karamatsu swallowed a gasp, exhaling a nervous choke that both men
found humor in.
      “Oh, really? I’d like to see that,” Osomatsu laughed, seating himself on
Karamatsu’s lap, skirt riding up to bare his clothed ass on the student, “but I
dunno if he can take it. Sensei’s got a pretty big cock, Kara boy. Think you
can handle it?” Leaning forward, Osomatsu locked his elbows behind Karamatsu’s
neck, resting his head in the crook of his shoulder. He could easily give him
more hickeys, but Karamatsu’s dry mouth opened to say something.
      “Well, uh, I asked my younger brother about it, and--”
      “Brother?” Osomatsu interrupted, scrunching his eyebrows together and
pulling back. “Let’s see… Matsuno, Matsuno… Totty?”
      “Do you know him?” Karamatsu inquired, Osomatsu scoffing.
      “The punk with pink hair? Everyone knows him,” he laughed, rolling his
eyes, “God, he is such a fucking brat. He must be worse at home, huh?”
      “He  is  the baby,” the student nodded, but blood turned cold, “have…
Have you, uh…”
      “Fucked ‘im?” Karamatsu nodded feebly. “I tried once but he was such a
little shithead he refused to bottom, only wanted to top.”
      “I topped with you?” His voice rose at the end of his response as if he
was still unsure of it.
      “Yeah, well, you don’t have goddamn pink hair. Man, no offense, I  really
don’t like him. He’s got a cute face I’d like to sit on, but otherwise he’s not
really an interest.” Osomatsu shrugged. “The other ones, though…”
      “Hm,” Ichimatsu grunted, nodding slowly, “Jyushimatsu sure does visit a
lot.”
      “Y-You don’t mean--”
      “Nah, Jyushi just likes to visit sensei. They talk about all kinds of
weird stuff, but nothing sexual,” the nurse put on a somewhat pained
expression, “I can’t imagine messing with him.”
      “Really?” Ichimatsu cooed, a smirk stretching his lips into a cheshire
cat-like grin, “I’d like to see what that kid could do. I already know he’s got
a decent dick.”
      “How do you know that?” Concerned about his brothers, Karamatsu thought
it was least likely Jyushimatsu would’ve gotten anywhere with anyone.
      “Kid gets hard all the time, ain’t ashamed of it, just lets it be. I’ve
offered to help before, but he said no.” Ichimatsu cracked his knuckles and
laughed darkly. “One day I’ll get him. But, for now, I’d like to try you out.”
      “Wh-What about Choromatsu?” the student blurted, trying to put off
Ichimatsu’s promise.
      “Ah, yeah, that kid’s almost as bad as you,” Osomatsu nodded.
      “How so?”
      “Neither of you have friends, right? Ya just kinda got each other.”
Karamatsu nodded. “But when he stops by he actually wants to  talk . You come
when you have injuries or just wanna whine and you know we mess with you, but
Choro  comes in like we’re his therapists or, even worse, his friends.”
      “I wonder what kinda bang he’d be,” Ichimatsu questioned out loud,
humming as he thought, “do you think all Matsunos fuck the same?”
      “Y…” his voice wavered, then gathered courage, “you shouldn’t mess with
them, they’re my younger brothers, I don’t want them hurt by you guys.”
      “Oh?” Osomatsu grinned, baring his teeth in a laugh, “you’re just gonna
hog the two of us for yourself? Nothing for your little bros? Man, you sure can
be selfish, Kara boy.” He selected a part of Karamatsu’s exposed neck and
sucked on it, “I like that about you.”
      “W-Wait,” Karamatsu angled his head away from Osomatsu, who let a trail
of saliva hang from his lips. “I don’t want any more hickeys.”
      “Aw, that’s no fun,” Osomatsu pouted, then smirked, “I don’t mind if you
give me some.”
      “Huh…” squinting, Karamatsu thought it over, Osomatsu unbuttoning the
first two buttons to expose his collarbones, “okay.”
      “Nice,” they kissed, biting at each other’s lips, Osomatsu giving in to
let Karamatsu take more control. He was terribly nervous at first, pressing
light kisses to Osomatsu’s skin, barely touching with his tongue. “You can be a
li’l rougher, you know.” Osomatsu could feel the air the student blew out his
nose when he exhaled, lips stuck on the nook of Osomatsu’s neck, licking the
skin he captured.
      With encouraging moans, Osomatsu raked his hands through Karamatsu’s
hair, rubbing his shoulders, feeling his chest through his uniform, touching
him as his flesh was marked. Pulling back, Karamatsu lapped the mark and moved
to the other half of his neck, nipping with his front teeth to press into the
skin.
      Damn,  he was hard. He wasn’t wearing a thong today, nor any underwear,
erection standing more freely without the restraints of clothing besides his
tights. Osomatsu wanted to touch himself, or better yet, have Karamatsu touch
him. The student one hand on the small of Osomatsu’s back, the other on the
nape of his neck, holding him still while he kissed along his collarbones, lips
parting in an audible wet pop.
      “Hnn…” Osomatsu moaned louder than he intended, hooking his right arm
around Karamatsu’s to touch his dick through the dress, rubbing the tip with
his palm. Putting the knuckle of his index finger of his left hand between his
teeth, Osomatsu dared to pull his dress up and grab the base of his cock,
squeezing it firmly. His toes curled in his tights, gripping it tighter as he
groaned.
      “You know,” Ichimatsu put his hand on Osomatsu’s shoulder, the nurse
jolting alert, “I know you called dibs, but you had him yesterday.”
      “But Christ, Ichi, you see this?” Karamatsu gazed up, lips suctioned on
Osomatsu’s neck; his eyes were foggy with lust and awaiting something else,
lips red and irritated.
      “Yeah, well, that’s enough, Karamatsu.” Letting go of the nurse, Osomatsu
sat on the bed with a pout. Seating himself in his chair, Ichimatsu made a few
hand gestures and waited. Slowly, Karamatsu slid from the chair onto his knees
in front of the doctor, who stroked his erection through his slacks. Unzipping
himself, Ichimatsu let it spring free, tall and thick with bushes of dark hair
around the base. He opened his legs and rolled his chair closer to Karamatsu,
who put his hands on Ichimatsu’s knees and stopped.
      Karamatsu… Wasn’t sure what to do. He never really imagine he’d be in a
situation like this. He had practiced some, but this… This was different. This
was real. This was an actual dick in front of him that he was expected to suck
on. It was returning a favor, in a sense, but Karamatsu was terrified.
      “C’mon, don’t be shy,” Ichimatsu said, dick bobbing when he spoke.
Karamatsu’s mouth was stuffed with cotton, suffocating him, removing moisture
and leaving him with the uncomfortable feeling of intimidation. He licked his
lips several times, swallowed to get some sense of saliva in his mouth and help
his dried throat. The more he looked at Ichimatsu the more he regretted coming
back. It was… Too late to go back, he decided, and he owed it to Ichimatsu.
      Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, Karamatsu counted down to
himself, lips forming the numbers as he prepared himself. Upon zero he moved to
tongue the base, wetting it poorly. The taste was disgustingly intoxicating,
but disgusting nonetheless. He ignored that factor and licked along the shaft,
getting to the head where he paused.  Just put it in your mouth, Karamatsu.
It’s going to be okay.
      Ichimatsu let out a groan of almost dissatisfaction when Karamatsu put
his lips over the tip and sucked, like a baby getting it’s mother’s nipple.
This was not arousing in any sense, rather awkward for all three parties. The
nurses didn’t stop the student from trying, however, just listening to his
pained swallows around a cock in his mouth. He pulled back and panted, like he
forgot to breathe, and hesitated. How had Ichimatsu given him head? He touched
different parts of the dick and played with the balls, right? Karamatsu’s hands
shook when he wrapped his fingers around the length, moving slowly.
      Pulling his hand towards the top, Karamatsu placed his lips around the
head again and jerked Ichimatsu’s dick into his mouth. Several strokes
gradually picked up speed, easing more of the flesh into his warm mouth, tongue
playing with the sensitive tip as it neared his molars.
      Suppressing his gag reflex was difficult. He’d tried small things, like
seeing how far he could put his toothbrush into his mouth, but got
uncomfortable when it neared his uvula. Ichimatsu’s dick was  much  bigger than
a toothbrush, and occupied his mouth completely, stretching his lips around the
member. He’d only begun and there was a dull feeling of pain in his jaw. He did
exercises all the time for drama club in stretching his mouth out to ease
nerves, but this was different. This wasn’t rehearsal; this was a high school
senior sucking the dick of the school nurse, an adult male.
      Shit.
      “Nah,” Ichimatsu sat up, moving Karamatsu’s head away from him, sighing,
“you’re terrible.”
      “S-Sorry,” he apologized, wiping his lips of the taste, “what should I do
instead?”
      “Have Osomatsu prep you, but neither of you are allowed to cum.” Tucking
himself back into his pants, Ichimatsu picked up his coffee cup and mumbled a
‘be right back’ before opening the door and loudly closing it behind him.
      “Uh oh,” Osomatsu grimaced, “he’s pissed.”
      Karamatsu sat on his ankles, eyebrows furrowed. He’d messed up. Maybe he
should just leave.
      “No worries, Kara boy!” The nurse’s dress was still above his waistline,
dick visible and near Karamatsu’s face from his position on the floor. “I’ll
help you out.”
      “You don’t want me to suck you off, do you?” Osomatsu laughed, waving his
hand.
      “Nah, I won’t make you. Sensei said we can’t cum ‘till he gets back. Just
take your clothes off and we’ll get started!”
      He was almost forcibly stripped yesterday but today, undressing himself
at his own pace to an audience of one, whom he had sex with, was more…
Intimate. Made him nervous and almost self conscious, but Osomatsu waited
patiently for him to finish. He was hard, cock eager, but he sat on the bed and
was eased on his back as Osomatsu told him too.
      “It’ll be a little cold at first, but it’ll warm up.” Rustling in one of
Ichimatsu’s desk drawers, Osomatsu pulled out a medium-sized bottle and a
couple condoms. Tossing the rubbers on the bed, he flicked the cap open,
drizzled some lubricant on his fingers and played with it to warm it up. He
gave feathery touches to Karamatsu’s dick, tickling his balls and circling his
asshole.
      The initial prod was weird, Karamatsu gasping and arching his back.
      “I know, I know,” Osomatsu said, smiling and rubbing the inside of
Karamatsu’s thigh, “but it’ll feel good soon.”
      “How?” Karamatsu asked, body tense, not sure if he wanted to go through
with this.
      “You saw how much I came yesterday, right? Just think, you’ll be like
that today!” Karamatsu eyed Osomatsu nervously, biting his bottom lip. “Okay,
just trust me, it’ll be easier as we go.”
      Up to his knuckle, Osomatsu curled his middle finger inside the boy, who
groaned uncomfortable. More lube was added, squeezing in another finger, a
pained cry being released from Karamatsu.
      “You all right?” He asked, going back to massaging his legs.
      “I guess,” Karamatsu replied, playing with his bangs. He turned his head
and looked off to the wall, trying to place his mind somewhere else. It didn’t
hurt, exactly, but it wasn’t comfortable. Maybe it would help to think of other
things, like… Like how good it felt to be inside Osomatsu. The nurse did cum a
lot, so maybe he’d react the same. Karamatsu wanted to cum now, though. He was
hard, the occasional brush of Osomatsu’s thumb against his balls felt great.
      Turning his hips, Karamatsu pathetically whimpered, trying to get the
nurse to give his dick attention. Osomatsu shook his head and exhaled.
      “Uh uh uh,” he repositioned his wrist to set farther down, away from
Karamatsu’s erection, “good boys wait for sensei to help them out.” Sitting up
higher on his knees, Osomatsu leaned his body forward. “You’re gonna be a good
boy, right?”
      Karamatsu swallowed and nodded.
      “Good boys get treats.” Retracting himself, Osomatsu managed to pull
Karamatsu’s legs into his lap, thighs spread apart before him as he went back
to fingering the boy.
      “Wh.... What kind of treats?” Karamatsu asked, trying to adjust to his
new position.
      “Nii-san’s teats.” His right hand still inside Karamatsu, Osomatsu leaned
forward enough to have Karamatsu understand he had permission to touch the
nurse’s chest. Eagerly he patted down the man’s torso, getting a feel for the
fabric.
      “Yeah,” Osomatsu laughed, dipping his head to press against Karamatsu’s
forehead, “atta boy.”
      Karamatsu’s sweaty palms massaged Osomatsu’s chest, fumbling to remove
his dress. He wasn’t wearing a bra today, but had heart-shaped pasties on his
nipples. Nails snagged on the skin as he removed them, the nurse relishing in
the quick bolt of pain. Yesterday Osomatsu kept his chest covered, but today
Karamatsu could see more clearly that they had fat to them, just enough he
could pinch the nipple and stretch the skin out some. Letting out a moan,
Osomatsu faltered slightly.
      Goddamn did he want to know what Karamatsu’s tongue felt like on his bare
nipples, but Ichimatsu was waiting on him and he was only two fingers in. He
would need at least three, possibly even four to get the girth inside and
prepare Karamatsu well. Maybe… Before Ichimatsu came back…
      “Kara boy,” Osomatsu whispered, moving to kiss Karamatsu. Their lips
tangled, mixed and danced, a third finger becoming a tight fit. “You’re a good
boy, you can do this, just relax a li’l.”
      From the many visits, Karamatsu had come a long way. He would get
emotional after all the teasing and leave without any help, but return a day or
two later for some insignificant issue. Osomatsu and Ichimatsu asked around a
little and realized Karamatsu might be doing it for the sake of having someone
to talk to, even in the taunts. A familiar face to them, and from his initial
nervous facade that faltered near his climax, the third year had really shown
improvement. If he could go from awkward virgin to Osomatsu’s prostate pusher,
he could handle a few fingers. Ichimatsu’s dick is a different story, but
during the moment trivial things like pain seem to disappear.
      “Man, I wanna nut,” the nurse grumbled, wiggling in his pinky and
twisting them. “Does it hurt?”
      “N-Not so much anymore,” Karamatsu wiped the sweat off his palms on the
sheets, hands itching to touch himself.
      Pushing a little more, Karamatsu shrieked, grasping the sheets and
swearing loudly.
      “Ah, shit, sorry.” He hadn’t meant to touch his prostate that much, but
Karamatsu had never been touched there and it’s a sensitive cum button. “I
think you’re all good now. Good job, Kara-kun!” Removing his fingers, Osomatsu
got off the bed to wipe his hand off.
      “I wanna cum,” the boy whined, heels digging into the bed, “please, nii-
san.”
      “Trust me, Kara-kun, I do, too, but it’s for the best we wait for sensei.
He was already kinda angry.” Osomatsu turned towards the door, catching a smirk
lingering in the hallway. When he slammed the door it had bounced back a few
centimeters, Ichimatsu watching from beyond the door. “Sensei, c’mon!” Osomatsu
groaned, rolling his eyes.
      “Neither of you came, that’s good.” This time he locked the door, set his
cup of coffee on the desk and pulled the curtain closed around them. “Maybe
Osomatsu deserves something special for that. If Karamatsu ain’t worn out and
full of my cum, you can have ‘im.”
      Repositioning so Karamatsu was bent over the bed, Osomatsu pulled off his
tights and sat on the opposite end, back against the wall. Ichimatsu’s hands
roamed over the student; his thighs, his ass, squeezing the skin. His chest,
tweeking his nipples, rustling his hair before bending over and whispered in
his ear, voice low and breath hot.
      “Ready?” His dick rubbed against Karamatsu’s ass, lubricated condom
adding a slick feeling. Karamatsu nodded and pushed himself up on his elbows,
sweaty forehead downwards as Ichimatsu began to move.
      He wasn’t ready. It hurt. It hurt more than he imagined, even with
preparation and lubricant, it hurt. Tears welled in his eyes from the sting,
mouth open in wails of discomfort as he panted helplessly against the covers.
His arms hurt from holding his weight up, his torso flush on the bed. He wasn’t
sure how easily Osomatsu handled this, doing it without the slick substance of
lube easing the dick inside him. Karamatsu’s hands grasped at the sheets,
pulling at the fabric as if it’d help him in any way.
      “Nngh--” he couldn’t help himself from making noise, loudly moaning and
screaming unintelligible words, “ahh-- Hnn-- N-No! Ghh-- S-S-Stop!” Ichimatsu
pressed his fingers deep into Karamatsu’s ass, bruising the skin as he pushed
himself in.
      “Relax.” Osomatsu brushed his hair out of his eyes, the tears flowing
from his clenched eyelids.
      “Ggg--” he wasn’t sure what he was saying, “a-ah! No! N-Nii-Nii-san!
Help! Fuc-Fuck!” His voice raised from its usual deep, sensual tone, into a
panicked, shrill cry as Ichimatsu thrust himself in fully. “ God! ” He
screamed, body jolting with the force.
      “Oh,  fuck ,” Ichimatsu shivered, dick enveloped by Karamatsu’s ass,
pulling him in. He was so tight, swallowing the doctor all the way to the base.
Taking a moment, he looked at the sight below him - Karamatsu, body hot and
sweaty, bent over and pressed against the bed as Ichimatsu’s cock was inside
him. The boy was quiet, catching his breath but still whimpering.
      “Does it not feel good?” Ichimatsu swept his bangs aside from their
matted mess on his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand.
      “It hurts,” Karamatsu cried, eyes watering, “it hurts.”
      “Maybe we should stop,” Osomatsu’s eyes expressed concern, unusual for
his reckless character. “He doesn’t look too good, sensei.”
      “N-No,” he shuddered a few gasps before gathering his words, “just give
me time to adjust, please. I… I want it.”
      “No worries,” Ichimatsu said with a smirk, “you’re still really fuckin’
tight, I’ll probably cum soon.”
      “Me too,” Karamatsu whispered, tears slowing down. A couple minutes
passed, Karamatsu’s breathing returning somewhat to normal before he told
Ichimatsu he could continue. The moment Ichimatsu moved then slammed in again
the boy screamed, pressing his mouth against the covers. Whatever Osomatsu had
touched with his fingers, Ichimatsu brushed with that push, dick deep inside
him.
      “That felt good, huh?” The cock wasn’t even fully to the base, Ichimatsu
moving his hips a little to touch Karamatsu’s prostate; he shrieked, body
tensing up. “That’s the spot.”
      “Sensei,” Karamatsu moaned, drool draining from his lips onto the bed
sheet, erection pressed painfully between the fabric and his own stomach, but
roused him closer. “Do that again.”
      “Sure,” pulling out to the tip, Ichimatsu pounded back in, this time
definitely hitting his prostate, Karamatsu’s voice a strangled stream of cries
and curses.
      When Ichimatsu pulled out again, he didn’t go in as deep, but repeatedly
thrust the upper half of his dick inside Karamatsu, feeling the tightness
around his cock, the student whining at the lack of sensation to his own
pleasure.
      “I wanna cum,” Karamatsu whined, wiping the slowly ceasing tears off his
cheeks, “p-please, I wanna cum.”
      “Do you now?” Ichimatsu hooked his hands under Karamatsu to grasp at his
dick, gripping the base painfully tight as he forced himself back inside the
boy.
      “ Fuck, I’m cumming!! ” His voice was loud, echoed through the room and
hit Ichimatsu’s ears as Karamatsu came first, cock pulsing beneath his touch,
Ichimatsu soon following after, filling the condom with his seed.
      “Goddamn,” Osomatsu had been silently touching himself, cupping his balls
as he stroked his weeping erection, watching the other two fuck. He was close
to orgasm himself, but sensei said he could have Karamatsu after he was done.
      Deep inside him, Ichimatsu continued touching Karamatsu’s expired dick,
the student whining and clawing at the sheets again, too sensitive to touch.
      “W-Wa-Wait,” he managed to say, voice exhausted and almost scared,
“stop.”
      “I think Osomatsu wants you,” was what the doctor said, releasing his
dick and pulling out, Karamatsu’s body falling limp against the bed.
      “I’ll make it real quick, Kara boy, I promise.” His eyes were glossed
over in post-orgasmic bliss, still experiencing his high, lost in the moment,
but experiencing the pain and exhaustion from sex as well. With some struggle
he got on the bed and climbed towards Osomatsu, who moved one hand from his
genitalia and motioned towards his chest. Mouth open slack, like an animal, he
pawed mindlessly at Osomatsu’s chest like a kitten whose claws are too short to
do damage, but rather to get the feeling, the sensation beneath his hands.
      “Can you lick ‘em?” Osomatsu asked, pumping his cock hard, an
uncontrollable moan flying from his lips when Karamatsu’s soft tongue tasted
the pale, fatty flesh. “Shit, yeah, that’s so good.” Osomatsu’s nails teased
his penis, bringing a little pain into his orgasm, cum painting Karamatsu’s
chest.
      That was the final straw for the student, arms giving out and falling
atop Osomatsu. Everyone caught their breath, relishing from such an activity. A
minute passed before anyone moved.
      “Shit,” Osomatsu frowned and scrunched his nose, “shit.”
      “What?” Ichimatsu was buckling his belt, lazy eyes to the floor. When
Karamatsu came, some of it hit the tiles. He wasn’t looking forward to dealing
with that right now.
      “I think he’s asleep.”
      “Makes sense,” looking up, he could see Karamatsu was sprawled on top of
Osomatsu, chest rising steadily, “fucked the life outta him.”
      “I’ll clean him up.” Rolling him off, Karamatsu laid on his back with a
heavy exhaling snore. “He’s kinda cute, you know?”
      “Mm-hmm,” Ichimatsu agreed, yawning, “I could go for a nap, too.”
      “Right? Let’s get some food and wake ourselves up!” With a sigh,
Ichimatsu scratched the back of his head.
      “I’m paying, right?”
      “You’re such a good sensei,” the nurse laughed, brushing his finger under
his nose. He hopped off the bed and pulled his dress down to cover himself,
crossing the room to get a damp towel to cool Karamatsu’s body. "Should we
bring him back something?"
     "Something blue," Ichimatsu lips teased a smirk, removing his lab coat to
drape over the sleeping boy.
Chapter End Notes
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