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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      モブサイコ100_|_Mob_Psycho_100
  Relationship:
      Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo/Reigen_Arataka, Kageyama_Ritsu/Kageyama_"Mob"
      Shigeo, Kageyama_Ritsu/Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo/Reigen_Arakata, Kageyama
      "Mob"_Shigeo/Serizawa_Katsuya
  Character:
      Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo, Reigen_Arataka, Kageyama_Ritsu, Serizawa_Katsuya
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Underage_Sex, Omorashi, Sibling_Incest,
      Additional_Warnings_Apply, Masturbation, Oral_Sex, Hand_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-28 Completed: 2016-12-08 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 11695
****** The XXXorcist ******
by MerryGoat
Summary
     Something beyond comprehension is happening to a boy on this street,
     in this house... a man has been sent for as a last resort. That man
     is ... a fraud psychic.
     A series of porn drabbles starring Mob, and centered around horrible,
     horrible puns.
Notes
     WARNINGS: Bladder desperation and groping.
     One of the most dreadful things to see when you're on the brink of
     pissing your pants is "Out Of Order".
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Urine for some trouble! (ReiMob) *****
“Out Of Order” read the only bathroom stall in the Ramen shop Mob and Reigen
had spent their afternoon in. This was bad. This was really bad, Mob realized.
He pressed his thighs together tighter, lips quivering at the realization. Not
only had he just eaten a large bowl of soup, but he had downed 2 cups of water
in the last 10 minutes alone. Normally just walking home would be no issue, but
he had already been holding his bladder from hours ago. He didn't expect for
his usual relief spot to be out of service! And so that's how he found himself
in this situation. Staring at the door with a bright red face, fearing that
he'd wet himself with the tiniest movement.
Reigen hiccuped from behind, holding himself on Mob’s shoulders to keep himself
from swaying when he caught up with him. “Ah, that isn’t very convenient,” he
said, joining his student in looking at the sign. “What a mess. And I really
needed to go!” He slurred, hanging his head in disappointment. He patted Mob’s
shoulder, “Guess it can’t be helped, just gotta go out in the bushes or
somethin’. I don’t think I can hold it very long. Come on.” Without another
word, Reigen sauntered out the Ramen shop, hand in the air as he waved Mob to
follow.
Mob stared as his teacher disappeared out the door. No. Nope. No way. People
were still out and about at 8 pm. Someone would see them, they’d get the cops
called on them, forever doomed to have pissing in public on his criminal
record! Was he even old enough to have a criminal record!?!
Well there wasn’t enough time to find out before another throb in his crotch
reminded him that he really needed to go. Like, REALLY needed to go one way or
another. And if his master told him so... Surely it was fine, right? Reigen
wouldn't risk his future for a potty break. Surely enough, this was a pretty
standard thing to do in this situation. So Mob was determined to follow his
example, and... Noooooooo...
"Ah," He cringed, bending over himself when he felt another sharp pang in his
crotch. Alright! He really had no other choice. It was either peeing inside of
a Ramen shop he really liked, and would appreciate not being banned from. Or
just going outside and hoping no one walked by.
With that thought in mind, Mob swallowed the nervous lump in his throat, and
started the task of walking out the door. And it was every bit of humiliating
as he expected. The world got to see his awkward penguin waddle as he tried to
escape the room before letting go. A million eyes burned in the back of his
head with the tittering teases of hundreds of people; even though there was
only a single other person in the place. And they weren't even paying attention
to his ordeal.
By the time he had reached the door, he had to press a “discreet” hand against
his crotch in an attempt to manually hold in the urine. He looked up and down
the street to make sure there wasn’t a single soul to see his shameful
position. Once he made sure no one would be there to see, he set out to find
Reigen.
When he finally caught up with his teacher, a muttered, “Where are you, Mob?”
revealing the man’s location in the alleyway near the shop, Reigen had already
finished his business. He was zipping his pants back up when Mob shuffled into
the relatively clean alleyway. He tried not to stare too hard at the fresh
puddle next to a wooden post.
“Finally, I thought -hic- you had gotten lost,” Reigen said, stepping back to
give Mob some room to do his own business.
“A-ah… Are you sure this is alright?” Mob asked, eyes flitting from between his
master and the wet spot he had left behind just moments before.
“Yeah, yeah. I haven’t seen a soul!” Reigen assured, “And if it makes you feel
better, I can stand riiiiight over,” He extended a limp hand and pointed off to
the side of the alley entrance. “No one’ll see you without gettin’ past me.”
Mob nodded, pursing his lips together. “Yes, please,” He said, voice coming out
higher than expected.
“No issue, no issue,” Reigen waved off, hobbling over to the other side. He
made a show of spreading his arms and legs, “extra protection” he explained.
“Now hurry up, my arm’s can’t stay up much longer,” he said, looking up at the
sky to give Mob the tiniest bit of privacy.
“Yes, I’ll be quick,” he Mob answered, shuffling next to the spot that Reigen
just did his business in. He was careful not to get directly in front of it. It
wouldn’t be very nice to receive splash back that wasn’t even his own. And as
quickly and discreetly as possible, he unbuttoned his uniform pants and
unzipped it. He opened the front of his tighty whities and pulled out his
flaccid cock out into the cold night air.
He shivered, but aimed his penis at the floor to relieve himself. His bladder
was so full, and the sensation was weighing down on him as he felt the need to
pee grow stronger and…
Nothing.
He whined in discomfort, shifting from leg to leg as he tried to pee. He pushed
and wiggled, trying anything to get himself to just go already. But no matter
how strong the urge, the throbbing of his groin as he felt like he’d piss
himself any second, nothing came out.
“Mob, what’s wrong?” Reigen asked, finally dropping his arms after 20 seconds
of complete silence.
Mob jolted at being called on. “No, n-nothing is wrong,” he tried to excuse,
never looking up from the floor. Why couldn’t he go!?
“You sure?” Reigen pressed on, furrowing his brow in question.
“Yes, I just… I have never done this outside so…”
“Ohhhh, stage fright!” His teacher teased, shaking his head. “I told you, not a
soul to be seen! Human or not,” he clarified with a finger gun.
Mob knew that, the fear of being seen had long disappeared now. Instead he was
left with the frustration of his body refusing to comply with the most basic
action! Instead of just being able to make a quick stop at the alley to relieve
himself, he was left more distressed than ever. He was whimpering at the
inability to relieve the heavy pressure in his groin, unable to remember a time
he needed to pee more than now.
Worst of all, he couldn’t just tuck himself back in his pants and go somewhere
else. At this point he couldn’t even stand straight, let alone walk more than a
few feet. Of all the uses he could put his psychic powers to, why couldn’t he
use telekinesis to lure the waste out of his bladder!? But nope, he was stuck
in this tiny alleyway until he peed, or got carried out.
He was so focused on staring down at himself in frustration that he didn’t
noticed Reigen walking up behind him. It wasn’t until he felt two large hands
press against his shoulders that he was startled back into reality. His eyes
widened in shame when the small fright caused a small spurt of piss to dribble
out, not even enough to get any air. The warm urine instead dribbled down the
tip of his uncut cock and wet his fingers.
“What, ya need help?” Reigen asked, leaning down to look over Mob’s shoulder.
The scent of alcohol tickled mob’s nose, and his wide eyes looked back in
confusion to his master.
Reigen didn’t clarify or wait for a response to his offer before he decided to
take matters into his own hands. He dropped his hands and wrapped them around
his student’s waist. “Come on, seems like I gotta teach you everything.” He
sighed.
Mob was quick to protest. “No, it’s fine!” He tried to insist, letting go of
his dick to push Reigen’s hands off. But Reigen was quicker, and didn’t seemed
to see anything weird about the situation. He casually slipped his hands down
to Mob’s crotch and grabbed a hold of his soft cock hanging out of his pants.
Mob squeaked at the sudden touch, face burning bright red in a split second.
Instead of trying to pry Reigen off, his own hands stayed mid air, fingers
twitching at the foreign sensation of someone’s hand on his private regions. He
had to bite his bottom lip to keep from whimpering.
“See, just relax and close your eyes. Pretend you’re home, I’ll do the aiming,”
Reigen explained, resting his chin on Mob’s shoulder.
“I-I’ll try,” Mob shivered, figuring there was nothing to lose now. Any sense
of dignity he had left was long gone. And… there wasn’t anything really wrong
with this, right? Probably just a teacher helping his pupil… And they were both
male, so really there was hardly anything to be awkward about.
And so Mob closed his eyes and did his best to pretend he was in his home
bathroom with…
Alright, this was impossible. At home he would be holding his own genitals to
pee. Not only that, but there wasn’t the smell of booze, leftover cigarettes,
and food in the air. And most of all, it wasn’t nearly as cold in his comfy
little bathroom! Had it not been for his teachers large, warm hands wrapped
around his dick - he would have just shriveled up!
But nonetheless, he tried. The pressure in his bladder was getting unbearable,
and he was actually starting to hunch over himself from the discomfort. His
thighs were shaking, and he felt like he was just on the brink of… aaaand
nothing came out.
This was getting out of hand. He curled over himself, wrapping a hand around
his teacher’s as they both held his dick. “It’s not coming out!” He whined,
getting more and more desperate. He pressed another hand against his mouth to
muffle the embarrassing noises coming out. He cringed at the slight salty
flavor of his fingers. It was only more mortifying when he remembered why they
had a taste.
“Come on, are you even trying?” Reigen complained, hand wiggling Mob’s cock.
His free hand was pressed around mob’s hips, holding him in place to make sure
the little rascal didn’t try escaping from something as simple as taking a piss
in an alley!
“I am, but it just won’t, I can’t…” Mob dissolved into a stream of
unintelligible excuses. He was beginning to think Reigen’s helping hand was
more of a barrier than aid. As if the pressure of needing to pee wasn’t enough,
now he had someone’s hand wrapped around his penis and… Mob was a teenager. He
couldn’t help the thoughts that popped into his head. He especially couldn’t
help the blood rushing to his member, which only made it harder to pee!
Reigen sighed, but he didn’t give up just yet. The bladder is an organ. Organs
are inside people’s bodies. This particular organ is somewhere in the stomach
area. And therefore, it only makes sense if… A little push can help.
Mob was tearing up. He had never experienced such a painful urge to urinate. It
was terrifying! What if he could never pee again!? Did he have to go to the
doctor, ‘Oh hello, I think I have lost the ability to urinate.’ And then he’d
have doctors and nurses prodding at his… NO.
And even worse (if that was possible), what if he got hard? Actually, he could
already feel himself getting hard. But what if Reigen noticed? And he realized
what kind of sick thoughts were flashing through his mind, the thoughts a
teenage boy just couldn’t help when someone’s hand was on their dick. All the
panicking was almost disorienting.
With such horrible thoughts in mind, Mob was about to just beg Reigen to drag
him back home. He’d spend the rest of the night on the toilet if he had to. But
before he got a word out, he felt a new pressure on his abdomen. With curiosity
winning over his initial panic, he finally opened his eyes to see Reigen’s
large hand pressed flat against his stomach.
“M-master?” he questioned.
“Shh, this should do it,” Reigen explained, slipping his hand under Mob’s
shirt. The boy’s lower tummy was soft and pliable, he noticed. And he almost
enjoyed (Oh, who was he kidding, he really enjoyed it) pressing down on his
stomach.
New secret technique unlocked: Golden fountain massage!
“Ah- I think-” Were the only words Mob got out before Reigen pushed
particularly hard right over his bladder, and he felt the first proper stream
of piss coming out of his cock. “It worked, I actually, oh…” He tried to
celebrate, but the sensation of sweet relief was too much. “Hum… I...” Language
completely escaped his mind. Reigen’s skillful hand continued kneading down on
his tummy while the other held his dick tighter by the second.
Mob had to hunch on over himself, both of his hands dropping down to wrap
around Reigen’s one hand as they both aimed his dick. The boy’s stomach
quivered and twitched with each push and kneed, his pee splashing onto the
pavement and forming a super-sized puddle with Reigen’s.
Small moans escaped Mob’s lips from both the stimulation, and the pure relief
of finally peeing. It felt as good as an orgasm for him to piss after such a
struggle, and it showed. He didn’t focus on closing his mouth, the tiniest
pants escaping his flushed lips. His shaking legs struggled to even stand
upright at this point. Had it not been for Reigen, he would have been knee
first in his own mess.
After a good 30 second piss, Mob’s flow eventually died down to a tiny stream
that dribbled down between both of their fingers. Mob was too relaxed to feel
mortified, his body nearly collapsing into his own mess from relief. But his
Master had saved him once again, securing a strong hold around his small waist
with the hand that was just against his belly.
“Do you think you’re finished now?” Reigen asked, Mob’s adorable little show
sobering him up a bit. He realized he should have felt shame but… No harm done,
right? He was just helping after all. The fact that his piss-wet hand still
held on to Mob’s cock tightly was just a formality. And the reason he began
lightly stroking his student’s hardening cock was just to make sure there was
no more pee left!
“I-I think I’m finished,” Mob answered, turning a bright red face at Reigen.
“Thank you,” He said, the tiniest smile of gratitude on his lips.
Reigen could already feel the hell hounds nipping at his heels when he realized
exactly where his thoughts were going. He was quick to tuck Mob’s (not so soft)
cock back into his underwear, even doing his pants back up for him like the
helpful adult he was. “Great, see? Wasn’t that hard at all,” he said. “In fact,
we would practice this more often. You know, until you get the hang of it.” If
he was going to hell anyways, he was going to damn well deserve it.
“I mean, you shouldn’t be making a habit of peeing on other properties,” He
clarified, “But it would be a good thing to get used to, never know what kind
of situation we’ll find ourselves in!” Yep, Reigen thought, that was exactly
why...
Mob’s lips formed a small ‘o’, looking at his master pensively. “That makes
sense,” he answered, nodding in agreement. “Thank you for teaching me, master,”
Mob chirped, eyes practically glittering.
“Right, so we better get you home before your family starts to worry,” Reigen
said, scratching his cheek. He twitched when he realized exactly which hand was
touching his face. But that didn’t stop him. In fact he casually pressed a
closed fist against his bottom lip, pretending to think about the route to his
student’s home. And once they finally started walking, Mob casually held his
hands in front of his own crotch to hide the little issue that arose from all
the stimulation.
Both of them made a point not to look directly at each other the whole walk
together, afraid that their own lewd thoughts would be plain to see.
***** Night of the Giving Head (RitsuMob) *****
Chapter Notes
     The amount of horror related porn puns I have ready is just shameful.
     WARNINGS: Sibling incest, oral, masturbation.
     Few things are more horrifying than getting walked in with a hand
     stuffed in your pants. One of the things more horrifying is, getting
     walked in with a hand stuffed in your pants by your innocent older
     brother who is eager to learn.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Ritsu truly admired and looked up to his big brother. There was no doubt in his
or anyone’s mind that he would do just about anything for his socially awkward
brother. Which was how he found himself in such a tight situation, with his
precum slippery hand straight up in the air as far away from his crotch as
possible, and his brother sitting in front of him with wide curious eyes.
“Can you teach me?”
Oh… This was really not normal.
Ritsu had expected to have the house to himself after school. His parents were
both out, and Mob was usually not home for a few hours. So as the budding
teenager he was. He was horny. All the damn time. The slightest brush of a
table against his crotch was enough to send his body into mating mode.
And this was an issue when he lived in a family house where privacy and alone
time just didn’t exist. He couldn’t take too long in the bathroom, locking
himself in the room would be an immediate red flag, and he was just plain too
distracted by everything else.
All these factors meant that when an opportunity presented itself, he would not
let it go to waste.
Unfortunately the Gods didn’t think he deserved a little alone time with
Palmela Handerson, and made it so Mob’s after school club meeting was canceled
due to a lightning storm forecast. And his brother, being as quiet as a mouse,
made it in the house and to his bedroom door without making a noise.
Like any self preserving human being would when caught red handed, his hand
flew right out and straight into the air as if that were the most natural pose
in the world.
“A-a-ahah, hi Nii-san,” he greeted, trying to casually lean on himself as if
nothing was out of the ordinary.
Mob stared at him with a blank smile, head slightly cocked as he stared at his
hand in the air. Ritsu’s eyes widened as he saw Mob’s gaze drop down lower, and
lower… Right to his extremely obvious boner. Damn sweat pants!
“Ritsu, what were you doing?”
NO. HIS BIG BROTHER DID NOT JUST ASK THAT. Ritsu knew his brother was a bit
behind on social norms, but this was just too much.
An enlightened expression came over Mob’s face before he got a chance to try
and save himself, and he lifted a pointed finger at him. “Oh, you get those
too?” He asked, looking overjoyed at his brother’s boner.
Ritsu couldn't find the words to answer, and he didn’t have to. Mob invited
himself in and shut the door behind him, plopping down on the floor just in
front of him. “I keep growing there too for no reason,” He explained casually,
“Master didn’t answer when I asked him what it was, so I thought it only
happened to me.”
Maybe if Ritsu just closed his eyes and laid down to die, his brother would
stop this conversation.
Mob sniffed the air, “Smells strange,” he noted, looking around for an answer.
“It smells like the school swimming pool in here.”
BROTHER NO. PLEASE. STOP. Ritsu nearly face palmed with his precum sticky hand.
"You can’t be this innocent.” Ritsu groaned, hanging his head in shame at what
was sure to be the most awkward conversation ever.
“What do you mean?” Mob asked, sitting on his knees as he patiently awaited an
explanation.
“I… um…” Ritsu decided to make himself comfortable and sat cross legged across
from his brother. His boner was dead. There was no reviving it at this point,
and he feared he may never get a boner again. “Don’t talk to anyone else about
this. Ever.” Ritsu began, already feeling a surge of possessiveness go through
him at the thought of his innocent big brother getting it on with someone. No!
“Not even Reige-”
“ESPECIALLY NOT REIGEN!”
Mob was alarmed at his sudden tone, but didn’t question it.
“Alright… How do I start,” Ritsu wondered.
“What were you doing? You looked really excited when I came in,” Mob said.
Mob had a point, he may as well get right into and not make a show of
explaining.
“That’s called masturbation,” Ritsu said, feeling his cheeks burn up at even
saying the word. “It’s when you… Your hand… on your private…” He closed his
eyes, cringing at the bottomless pit of awkwardness he became. He decided to
finish off the explanation by forming a circle with his fist in the air,
jerking off the air in an attempt to show him what he meant.
“What's that mean?” Mob questioned, leaning closer to Ritsu.
There was no escaping it. Damn it. “Alright, so. You know when you get hard? O-
or like you said, when you grow ‘down there’” he asked.
Mob nodded.
“Well it feels really nice to just… Touch it.” If there was a God they would
end his life right now and save him from this moment.
“Oh, I noticed that,” Mob nodded to himself.
Ritsu was going to die. “Yeah, well it feels really good when you just,” he
repeated the same embarrassing hand motion, “Touch it a lot.”
Mob stared at him in silence for a moment before nodding in understanding. He
dropped his eyes to Ritsu’s crotch, eyeing the now deflated front.
“Can you teach me?”
The heat of a thousand fires burned in Ritsu’s face. And while he thought it
was impossible, he was slightly ashamed to feel a twinge of life in his dick.
“No!” He answered, “Th-that’s something you do alone, in the bathroom or
something.”
“Why not? We’re brothers, we’ve seen each other naked,” He replied as if it
were the most casual situation to be in.
“This is different thought, it’s gross,” Ritsu tried to argue, ignoring the
tiny voice in his head that was running around screaming SAY YES. That was
Satan talking.
“Why is it-”
“It just is!” Ritsu answered, tone leaving no room for argument. And while Mob
wasn’t the most socially adept, even he realized when it was time to back down.
And oh - oh no… He looked so disappointed at the rejection. There was just no
winning in this situation!
Mob was in the middle of getting up, hands pressed on the floor as he lifted
his butt off the ground when-
“Wait!”
Mob didn’t have to be told twice, he promptly dropped his bottom back down on
the floor. He looked up at Ritsu expectantly, with cross legs, and those too-
damn-innocent eyes.
“I’ll show you… But this is the only time, and you can tell NO ONE about this,”
Ritsu said.
Mob nodded, “Of course,” He responded, his “serious game face” put on.
Ritsu nodded, looking around the room awkwardly. Where to even start? Just rip
off his pants and start jacking off? Make him take off his pants first? Get
some paper and make a step by step diagram to make this feel less perverted
than it was?
He got his answer when Mob started wriggling his pants off without further
comment, sitting in nothing but his tighty whities (Oh god damn it, really!? He
didn’t even wear briefs!) as he folded his pants beside him.
Well, he was the teacher here. So… Enough holding back, the quicker he finished
this, the quicker he could go back to pretending nothing happened. So he
followed Mob’s example and shimmied off his pants, rolling onto his back till
he was able to kick them off his leg. Done.
He sat back up to his brother’s eyes staring right at his crotch. His head was
tilted, and he seemed to be focused on something.
“Did you pee?” Came the question.
Wait, what?! Ritsu looked down at himself, eyes widening when he saw the large
wet stain on the front of his blue briefs. His underwear was nearly soaked in
precum, and he was sporting a half hard on. This was just shameful.
“N-no,” he answered, pressing his thighs together closer. “That’s called
‘precum’ and, hum… You know what, you’ll learn soon enough, let’s just get this
over with.”
“Yes,” Mob nodded, his hands resting on his thighs as he waited for further
instruction.
Alright, here goes nothing. Ritsu leaned back on one hand while the other
pushed down the front of his briefs. He twitched as he felt the sticky
underwear cling to his growing cock. He looked up for a moment to check on Mob,
and nearly lost it then and there. His big brother looked so entranced with his
crotch, leaning forward to get a closer look. Fuck.
“Don’t just watch, do it too,” Ritsu muttered, pulling his dick out and
nestling the underwear just under his balls.
Mob scrambled to catch up, falling back on his elbows to wriggle his underwear
down. He went a step further and dropped them down to his mid thighs, giving
Ritsu an eye full of his ass in the process. But Ritsu’s view was cut short
when he sat back up straight again, flaccid cock in full view.
Ritsu nodded, mostly to himself. “Alright, so now you just…” His fingers
twitched in the air, hesitant to begin. “Grab it,” He said, taking his eyes off
Mob and keeping them to his own hand. His hand wrapped around his fully erect
cock, a pitiful whimper escaping his lips when he did so.
It was a struggle not to shut his legs and cut this out at once. Was he
seriously going to jack off with his teenage brother!? This would have been
fine if they were 8, but at this point it was just weird!
But he felt every ounce of care disappear when he heard the tiniest whine. He
looked up to see his brother; his precious, innocent big brother, leaning back
on one hand with his thighs spread wide. His hand was wrapped around his cock,
and it didn’t even reach the end of his palm while flaccid.
There was no going back now, and he was so glad it happened.
“G-good, now just follow me,” Ritsu gave his attentive brother a shaky smile,
receiving a nod in response.
Ritsu started them off by finally getting the nerve to spread his legs, giving
Mob a full view of the act. He wasted no time in starting to stroke himself,
looking for the same rhythm he had started just before he was interrupted.
There was no shame when he took his eyes off himself to focus on his brother.
And what a sight he was. His inexperienced hand stuttered over his quickly
growing cock. His eyes were shut, hunching over himself in pure naive pleasure.
Mob’s eyes only opened to stare straight at Ritsu’s cock, trying to copy the
motions and rhythm. It created a sick pride in Ritsu that he couldn’t bring
himself to mull over. Instead he focused on just continuing the “lesson”.
Before he knew it, Mob was practically humping his hand. He seemed to have
completely lost sight in the fact that he wasn’t alone, that his little brother
was just an arm’s length away from him. His hips were bucking into his fist,
panting and moaning without shame.
Ritsu had to stop touching himself. He was going to cum then and there if he
didn’t stop, and he wanted this to last as long as possible. He wiped his wet
hand on his own shirt, leaning forward to watch the show big brother was
putting for him.
“R-Ritsuuuu, it, it feels,” Mob’s hand only sped up, obviously eager to find
the end he had no idea about.
Ritsu wasn’t thinking when he got on all fours, reaching up to grab Mob’s arm.
He ignored his brother’s whine of distress when he was forced to stop playing
with himself, clearly engrossed in this new activity.
But Ritsu wouldn’t stop him for any old reason. And before even he realized the
reality of what he was doing, he was completely pulling Mob’s hand out of the
way. He would do anything for his big brother, especially if they could both
reap the benefits. And he’d be a filthy liar if he were to say he wasn’t
curious to go further. Just a little eager to hit a new taboo he didn’t imagine
himself going into… ever.
“I think I know something that might feel better,” Ritsu suggested, voice airy.
His cock twitched in the open air between his legs at the mere thought of what
he was going to attempt to do.
“Hm?” Mob hummed, looking tuckered out before he even had the chance to cum.
“L-lay on your back,” Ritsu said, a stutter in his voice. But he wasn’t feeling
the least bit nervous. He was excited.
Mob looked like he was about to protest, but he followed along. He dropped to
his back, hard cock dripping and twitching against his lower stomach. Ritsu
slid in between Mob’s thighs, still soft with baby fat. He tugged his underwear
off and out of the way, crumpling them aside for now.
He felt himself burning up under his big brother’s gaze, his curious eyes
following his every move. He decided to just go right into it, avoid any
further shame or thoughts of backing out. If he had gone this far, he may as
well go all the way.
He leaned down head to head with Mob’s dick, only a couple inches bigger than
it had been when Flaccid. It was a relief to him. At least he didn’t have to
worry about choking. He ignored Mob’s completely confused expression, and
finally took a deep breath. ’He’s right, it does smell like pool water…’
Ritsu realized the fact that this meant his parents probably knew exactly when
he masturbated by just smelling his room or bathroom. But that was another
problem for another day. For now, he focused on the penis just under his nose.
And with all the bravery he could muster, he pressed in close and touched his
lips right at the base of the cock.
Mob’s reaction was instant. A tiny, confused whimper. A buck of the hips. His
hands rose, hands gripping the air as he tried to figure out what to do with
them. It really flattered Ritsu, how the tiniest thing made his older brother
completely collapse for him.
With new found courage, he reached up to wrap his hand around Mob’s dick. The
foreskin covered tip just peaked out of his fist, and he leaned forward to
press his lips against it. His other hand held down Mob’s hips as he tried to
buck up into his mouth. Such a desperate plea that Ritsu wanted to take
advantage of.
He loosened the grip he had on his dick, slowly starting to stroke up and down.
Between every stroke he licked the tip, lapping up the quickly forming precum
like a kitten.
“Riiiitsu, thank you, thank you,” Mob dissolved into a puddle of gratitude and
desperate bucking, eager to reach his climax. What a good brother, Ritsu
thought, who deserved it.
Mob had just finally decided what to do with his hands. Both of them dropped to
hold onto Ritsu’s head, fingers tangling in his wild hair as he tried to hump
his fist faster. He was so relieved when his Ritsu finally released his hips,
allowing him to push up to his heart’s desire.
That joy was quickly ruined when the pressure surrounding his cock vanished at
once. “W-what…?” He questioned in confusion, cock twitching in the air for
friction. He turned his head up just in time to catch sight of Ritsu delving
down on his groin, completely engulfing his dick in his hot mouth.
Mob’s cock hung heavy in Ritsu’s mouth, but the younger brother held the entire
thing like a champ. Mob's immediately instinct was to begin bucking up against
his face, repeatedly bumping his lower tummy with his nose in the process. It
was clear the older psychic was having the time of his life just fucking his
little brother’s face.
With his newly freed hands, Ritsu didn’t hesitate to drop them down and grab
hold of his own cock. He ass was raised in the air, hips thrusting into both
his hands. His cock was so wet that he didn’t need the least bit of spit or
lotion, his own excitement enough to create the horribly lewd sound of his
precum covered cock being stroked.
They fell into their own rhythm, Mob thrusting up into Ritsu’s hot mouth, and
Ritsu thrusting down into his own hands. The room was filled with moans,
whimpers, and the sound of wet shlicks. But as Ritsu got closer to cuming, he
got louder and louder. And Mob nearly lost his mind in pleasure when he felt
the vibrations of moans surrounding his dick, amplifying the pleasure to an
almost unbearable degree. He couldn’t hold back anymore.
Without warning, Mob lifted and wrapped his legs around Ritsu’s head. He held
him down on his crotch, rocking his hips up and down to grind against his
slobbery mouth. His thighs pressed against his brother’s cheeks, heels digging
into his shoulder blades as he trapped him.
Ritsu whimpered against Mob’s groin, his nose upturned and pressed right into
Mob’s pubic area. Mob had failed to realize it, but he had accidentally gotten
a bit too excited and was literally suffocating his little brother. Ritsu was
forced to swallow down every spurt of cum. He could even feel his brother’s
balls pulsing and twitching against his chin. It was such a perverted act that
he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, and he came into his hand. His spunk
dripped to the floor with a last few strokes.
When Mob finally released him, Ritsu was about to pass out from lack of air.
But it was worth it. It was so, so worth it. Instead of cleaning up, Ritsu
crawled up to collapse beside his winded brother. The poor boy was so tuckered
out, he didn’t even try to get up from his spot, and just turned his head to
stare at Ritsu in awe.
They both stayed there on the floor, ignoring the cum drying on their skin and
the stuffy air that made it hard to breathe clearly. In fact, neither of them
seemed to notice of care about the various objects strewn around the room, both
of their psychic powers making a mess in their fits of pleasure. Instead, they
just focused on coming back down to earth, and thinking about what this meant
for their relationship.
Chapter End Notes
     1 Corinthians 15:34
     Hope you enjoyed this chapter as well! Once again, requests are
     encouraged. Feel free to talk cute dirty mob with me~
***** Return of the Giving Head (Ritsu x Mob x Reigen) *****
Chapter Notes
     WARNINGS: Sibling incest, underaged, adult x kids. Yep.
     Part 2 of Night of the giving head. Weeks after Ritsu and Mob’s new
     found relationship, Reigen has yet another assignment in an all
     girl’s catholic school. In the midst of getting changed into their
     outfits, Reigen notices… No… That can’t be. Mob is covered in
     hickeys?
     The responsible adult was to get to the bottom of this. And to the
     bottom of Mob. *badumtss*
     Thank you Tardistype221b for the lovely request~ sorry it took so
     long, I came into a bit of a block ^^’ hopefully this is worth the
     wait.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Reigen scrunched his nose in distaste, looking down at his watch for the 5th
time that minute. Where was Mob?
For the past few weeks his disciple had been showing up unusually late for
assignments. And even more bizarre, he never had an explanation. Usually he
would at least get a call or text, warning him about being backtracked by
school or events. But now a days the boy dismissed his questions with nothing
more than a lame “I was busy”, scurrying off inside to avoid further questions.
When Mob finally entered the building, Reigen had already went ahead of himself
during a spout of boredom, and gotten ready for today’s job. Mob stopped dead
in his tracks, owlish eyes staring at the elder from head to toe.
“Finally, took you long enough,” Reigen grumbled, a dramatic swish of the hips
sending his skirt swinging, hands firmly held at his sides. He was wearing a
knee length gray skirt, black tights (Effectively covering his leg hair), and a
black sweater snug around his torso. He was in the full ensemble of a catholic
school girl.
Mob didn’t respond, eyes still stuck on the outfit Reigen had. There was a
moment of silence before he squinted his eyes.
“No.”
Reigen laughed, waving a hand dismissively in the in response to Mob's
immediate answer. He hadn't even had the time to ask.
"Ah come on Mob, this won't be the first time," he said, picking up the neatly
folded schoolgirl uniform on the desk. "It won't be bad at all! Remember how
much fun you had last time?"
Mob squinted at the uniform in his hands, clearly displeased with the
situation. "What's the job?" He sighed. The boy clearly realized there was
really no winning in a debate against Reigen, no matter how many reasons
against cross dressing he could think of.
"Glad you see it my way," Reigen said, handing Mob the freshly ironed clothes.
"It's simple, our client is a student at Seasoning city's one and only Catholic
school. She's worried that there's a demon possessing the girls in her
classroom. Something about everybody turning gay, or something," Reigen
shrugged.
Truth be told Reigen doubted the case was anything further than a school myth.
But there was no shame in checking it out. His client was the daughter of the
school’s headmaster, and she was offering some good compensation for job that
probably didn’t require anything more than giving the girl a talk. He had his
suspicions this was just another therapy session for a deeply closeted kid.
A short explanation was enough to fill Mob in, the boy continuing with the same
routine he had always followed when they had a reason to change outfits. Mob
had no shame in front of Reigen. Reigen had known the boy ever since the top of
his head only reached his waist. They were more like family than anything, and
so there was nothing weird about changing in front of each other.
His disciple didn’t give it a second thought as he set the uniform on the desk,
and began undressing. There was nothing to be shocked about when the boy began
unbuttoning his shirt, slipping it off with ease and revealing pale chest…
covered in purple bruises?
No...
Reigen snorted under breath when the thought came and went. For the slightest
moment, he had actually believed Mob was covered in hickeys! But there was no
way. Mob had to have had some sort of rash that gave the strange, purple flower
impressions all over the bottom of his neck and shoulders.
There was no reason to even question it, maybe he’d check in later just to make
sure the boy went to the clinic if it persisted. So he dropped the silly
thought from his mind… Until mob took off his pants. Those soft hips wiggled
until the black uniform pants fell down and pooled around his feet. The boy
lifted his leg and revealed his inner thigh. Small, but obvious bite marks and
hickeys littered it - some newer than others.
Oh damn it...
"Oi, Mob," Reigen called out as his student bent over to pick up his pants. The
boy was standing in nothing but a pair of tighty whities, leaving nothing to
the imagination.
Mob's face, much too innocent for what Reigen was about to ask, perked up to
attention when he heard Reigen. "Yes?" He responded, folding his pants as he
looked up at him.
The elder took a deep sigh, not nearly ready to have a talk about this. He was
still busy recovering from the time Mob asked him what erections were. This kid
was just too innocent to go from not even knowing what an erection was, to
suddenly being covered in love bites!
"What happened?" He asked, raising a brow.
Mob responded by tilting his head in obvious confusion, to which Reigen
responded by pointing at his own neck.
"Right here," He said, tapping his neck to show where, "Aaaaand here," He
patted his own inner thigh.
Mob’s gave him a blank stare, waiting for Reigen to explain. But when no
details followed, he leaned down to get a good look between his legs. A squeak
escaped his mouth, and his entire body stiffened.
Standing straight again, Mob's mouth was curved up into a tiny, shaky smile.
His eyes were darting around the room, scanning for any solution floating in
the air. When he found none, he answered the only way his quick mind could
think of.
"I fell. Multiple times."
Reigen squinted at his disciple who was practically sweating bullets at this
point, getting more anxious by the second. Sigh, this was his mistake. He
should have known Mob wouldn't do well under this kind of pressure.
But he couldn't just drop the subject. If he got himself a girlfriend, and a
feisty one at that, he had to warn Mob! He didn't need his number one money
maker- disciple... Having to leave because he got some teenage girl pregnant!
No, that would be irresponsible of Reigen to allow. So he would have a man to
boy talk. Buy some condoms at the store for him at least.
Mob, desperate to escape the situation, scurried on to pick the skirt off the
desk. He was putting it on as Reigen sauntered over to the adjacent couches,
entirely prepared for what was sure to be an awkward conversation.
"Mob, take a minute and come sit down, I need to talk to you for a bit," He
called, holding in a snort when Mob made a noise of distress.
The boy managed to quickly slip on the skirt to at least have a shred of
decency, and followed after his teacher to sit opposite from him. In nothing
but the skirt and a pair of white socks, Mob began to fidget in his seat.
"Alright Mob, so you can't lie to me," Reigen began, but was swiftly
interrupted.
"I'm not supposed to tell you," Mob said, cheeks bright red as he stared at the
floor.
Reigen furrowed his brows, "Why not?"
"It's... Not proper,” Mob tried to explain.
Ah... Well at least Mob knew enough to have some sense of privacy. "It's not
proper to talk about it to just anyone, but I'm being the responsible adult
here. You don't have to talk to your parents about it, I just want to make sure
you aren't making any stupid moves."
Much easier than he though, Mob looked like a weight had been lifted off his
shoulders. "Ritsu taught me all about erections, and all the fun things we
could do together to help it!"
“What.”
"Well you see, I saw Ritsu's thing had grown, and so I asked him about. He told
me all about it, he's so smart! I can teach you too actually," Mob started
going off.
Reigen was dying in his seat. He could feel the air disappear from his lungs,
leaving him like a fish out of water. Or a human in water.
"He said this happens to everyone, so you just..." Mob paused, holding his hand
in the air to repeat the same explanation as his brother. Through lewd hand
gestures, jacking off the air without shame.
Reigen was wrong. Mob had no sense of privacy. All it took was a knock on the
door, and he immediately spilled everything out. And Reigen was REALLY not
expecting for that answer. He didn't have time to take back his entire
conversation before Mob delved into detail.
Perhaps it was sort of his fault, not being prepared to tell him about it
himself. Then again, he wasn't expecting his little brother to take a hands on
approach of teaching. In fact he didn’t think his brother had anything to do
with this, he was prepared for your average birds, bees, and condoms talk!
But poor Mob, too pure, assumed Reigen didn't know anything about masturbation,
and was just as troubled as he had been. He was too innocent for his own good.
"Alright alright I get it, no need for details, I understand!" Reigen
interrupted when he caught his breath again, cutting off Mob's explanation of
semen short.
Mob tilted his head, confused with the sudden outburst. "Are you sure Shishou?
Trust me, it's so much better when you have a way to solve it!" He tried to
convince, feeling like his service was truly needed.
Reigen was at a loss for words for the first time in a long time. He's sat
there, mouth agape, mind in damage control mode as he tried to figure out where
he could possibly go with this. If there was any way to talk this off in a
normal way.
The answer was, he couldn't. He wasn't equipped to go with this conversation,
he didn't even know the first thing to say! But he put an effort into not
shaming Mob, no need to startle him and make him feel like he can't trust him.
"You know what Mob, you're right," Reigen said, immediately clarifying when he
saw the boy's mouth open in a continuation, "I mean we don't need to do this
job, it's nothing you have to worry about."
Mob stared at him blankly, waiting for an explanation at the out of character
response. Reigen sighed, "Honestly I didn't feel like going out dressed like
this anyways, so I'll call the client to cancel or reschedule for a day the
school is off."
"Are you sure Shishou?" The boy asked, large eyes blinking up at him.
"I'm sure," Reigen assured, waving Mob off. The boy hesitated for a brief
moment, looking confused - but not displeased. But he did rise up and shuffle
back to his clothes.
Reigen stayed seated, legs crossed casually as he stared at the middle schooler
slide the skirt off. His eyes were glued to his exposed skin, following the
moves of his body as he slipped back into his school uniform.
Reigen didn't dare get up. He wouldn't have a way to explain away the erection
that made itself painfully obvious, pressing up against his slacks.
He was a bad adult.
-----
The next day, Mob was late yet again. But this time Reigen had no doubts in his
mind what the kid must have been up to. Those bite marks were fresh. It would
be no surprise to him if those horny brats were hiding in some empty school
room, a goddamn bathroom, anywhere just to sneak in some time for themselves.
And as much as Reigen tried, he couldn't get his mind off it. He leaned back,
head against the soft couch as he let himself wonder.
What must they be doing? Clearly they have gone under the clothes, and if Mob's
thighs were indication, a good chance of oral was there... God, he felt
disgusting actually thinking it through. And more so when he didn't want to
stop.
His mind was full of perverted images, curious portraits he created in his mind
of what those intimate, taboo moments between brothers must look like. He had
no doubt that Ritsu must've been the one to originally initiate it, there was
just no way innocent little Mob would just saunter in the room and demand to do
such perverted things to his own brother.
He was startled out of his reverie when the sound of the door opening alerted
him to a visitor. Or, visitors. When he turned his head to see who it was, he
wasn't surprised to see Mob there. Red face, hair disheveled. It seemed like he
wasn't even trying to hide what he was doing just minutes before anymore.
"Ah, you're finally here..." He said awkwardly, trying to withhold any lewd
jokes.
But Reigen was shocked to see Ritsu looming behind him. The younger brother was
clearly here against his will.
"Ritsu, you can sit here," Mob said, walking over between the sofas. He pointed
at the one directly across from Reigen, waiting for his brother expectantly.
Ritsu pursed his lips, clearly against the idea of having to sit there.
'Oh, but I incest.' .... Reigen had no self control.
When Ritsu finally trudged his way over, Mob plopped down beside him, hands on
his lap as a small smile curled his lips. And Reigen didn't like it one bit in
this situation. Especially not with the way Ritsu was glaring at him.
"I want to teach shishou how to take care of his erections," Mob proudly
announced.
"WHAT!?" Both Reigen and Ritsu exclaimed at the same time, both of their eyes
practically popping out of their skulls.
"Oh my god you told him didn't you, you weren't supposed to tell him!" Ritsu
turned to his brother, shock in his eyes.
"Those are family matters I want nothing to do with," Reigen twitched, trying
to sink into the couch and far far away from the situation.
"But when I asked you about it, you didn't know either," Mob explained,
reminding Reigen of the less than spectacular way he reacted when Mob had
brought this up the first time. Apparently just shooing children off and
pretending he had no idea what they were talking about, was not a good
tactic... Lesson learned.
"Oh damn it, our parents are going to kill us, they are actually going to kill
us..." Ritsu mumbled to himself. "I haven't even been able to cum for a year
and I'm already going to die."
"No no no, I'm not going to say a word about this, or else your parents will
kill me too," Reigen interrupted, looking shell shocked as he stared at his
lap.
Mob continued to sit, staring at both of them with pure confusion. The sense of
doom and anger surrounding him only served to distress him, puzzle him in
regards to not understanding what the big deal was. He was only trying to help
the man who had helped him for all these years! It was the least he could do.
But he hadn't given up. That much was apparent when he got up, and immediately
unbuttoned his pants. Ritsu was the first to look up, and began sputtering
nonsense as Mob wiggled out of his pants.
By the time Reigen's head was dragged out of the clouds by the commotion, Mob
was working on taking off his underwear. He was only stopped seconds before he
could when Ritsu flung forward, grabbing onto his underwear and keeping them
high up.
"What are you doing!?" Ritsu screamed, knees on the floor as he struggled to
keep Mob's underwear up. His cheek was pressed against Mob's butt, both of his
arms wrapped around his hips as he clung to the waist band.
Mob, startled by the sudden outburst, was shaking like a leaf. The boy looked
more like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, rather than just
having tried to produce a live child porn. He was clearly not expecting it to
go this way.
"But shishou got excited too..." Mob pointed out, turning to stare at Reigen's
crotch and.. Oh... Oh for fucks sake. When did that happen? Oh yeah. About...
yesterday. Yep. Probably hasn't gone down since.
"You're disgusting!" Ritsu accused, "I was right, nothing but a creepy old
bastard."
Reigen couldn't argue that at this point. But it was hard to take it to heart,
coming from the boy who was still face first in his own brother's butt. It
almost made him feel a bit better about himself.
Almost.
"Ritsu," Mob said, placing his hands on top or Ritsu's. "Does that mean I'm
disgusting too?" He asked, pushing down on his hands until they were over his
crotch, holding them against the bulge pressing against the fabric.
"Uh," Ritsu's fingers curled up, eyes switching between his brother and Reigen.
He didn’t even try to remove his hands, but his hands were straining in
hesitation. Or restraint.
But Mob pulled Ritsu's hands off, and met him on the floor, sinking to his
knees in front of him. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against
Ritsu’s, a curious look in his eyes that brought the snarky little brother to
heel like a pup.
Reigen was frozen in place, taking in the scene with wide eyes and wide spread
legs to accommodate his growing erection. He didn't know how to react. How was
one supposed to react to this type of situation?
Well, kicking them both out would be a good start. But he couldn't bring
himself to do it. And as much as he tried to tell himself it was for the kid's
sake, to keep them from having a negative view of their own sexuality and
curiosity... That would be a filthy lie.
Reigen flinched when Ritsu suddenly pulled away from his brother, staring
Reigen dead in the eye. A possessive glint crossed his eyes, hands dropping
down to Mob's thighs. He was putting on a territorial display for Reigen,
showing him who Mob belonged to.
In his childish, competitive mind, Ritsu only found one remedy to the
situation.
"Nii-san," Ritsu buried his face in Mob’s neck, a tiny whimper escaping them
both just before-
"Ow!" Mob cried, hands clinging to Ritsu's shoulders. "Don't bite so hard," He
complained. But didn't push away or try to retreat, and instead dropped his
hands to Ritsu's crotch. His fingers worked the button and zipper open, quick
and practiced.
They were serious... They weren't joking... And Reigen wasn't trying to stop
them.
Mob didn't hesitate to shove Ritsu's pants down, leaving the brother's black
briefs fully exposed. Ritsu nudged Mob down to the floor, dropping onto all
fours over him. He kicked his pants off and out of the way, grabbing onto Mob's
legs. He spread them, filling in the void between Mob's thighs and kneeling
between his legs.
Ritsu turned for the briefest moment to give Reigen the most arrogant smirk he
could muster, before leaning back down to bite onto his brother's nipple. Mob
cried out, but raised his legs to press them against Ritsu's hips, holding him
in place. He turned his head to stare at Reigen who was sitting just an arm's
length away, flushed cheeks making him look so innocent despite the depraved
position he was in.
Well... Reigen was going to hell anyways. He may as well deserve it.
Ritsu's mind was so clouded by lust - the sensation of his brother's heaving
chest pressing against his cheek, his clinging legs holding him close... that
he failed to notice when his tiny gasps and whimpers fell silent.
Ritsu was growing tired of the foreplay, he was beginning to get impatient. He
pulled off of Mob's chest, prepared to finally pull of his brother's underwear
and have a well deserved meal. He managed to get so engrossed in the act that
he forgot he had an audience.
So it was a nasty shock when he finally sat up, only to see Reigen kneeling
beside Mob's head. His hand was under his brother's head, keeping it up while
he tongue fucked his mouth. And Mob seemed to be in a daze, having the time of
his life being slobbered on by that pervert.
Oh, that just wouldn't do.
Ritsu pulled Mob's underwear off with little grace, and much impatience. He
took the chance to pull his shoes off, but left his socks. Mob whimpered
against Reigen's lips when his cock, in it's full erect glory that was no more
than a handful, was exposed.
Reigen pulled away from Mob, both of their lips red and shiny. Mob planted his
hands on the ground, looking down at himself. Nothing but his socks and torso
left with clothes.
"It's not fair if I'm the only one like this," He complained, breathless.
It took about 20 seconds flat for Ritsu and Reigen to follow suit. Ritsu only
kicked off his shoes, pulling off his underwear, leaving him in the exact same
state as his brother.
Reigen took a different approach. It was much too hot in this damn room now. So
he pulled off his suit jacket, loosening his tie before slipping off his blouse
without bothering to unbutton it. He undid his pants and exposed the crotch of
his briefs, but left his pants on.
Despite the appearances, it was clear that Mob was in charge now.
"So what should we do now?" Mob asked. He looked so proud of himself, a
breathless smile on his lips as he looked at them both.
Correct answer : Nobody was in charge, nobody had any fucking idea what they
were doing. They were written into this horrible scenario by some sadistic God,
the author of this sick Universe.
"We can make Reigen leave so we can have the room to ourselves and finally have
some privacy," Ritsu muttered.
"Or Ritsu could leave and I could teach Mob how it's properly done instead,"
Reigen retorted. He's gone this far, he wasn't going to just back off now. And
he was especially not going to be kicked out of his own office.
"Or we could just have fun together," Mob interrupted their staring contest,
nodding proudly.
"Nii-san, you're too kind to this man," Ritsu tried to complain, "He doesn't
need help, I bet he jacks off every night!"
Well he wasn't wrong.
"Hey, I didn't ask for this.You boys came over here and started acting on your
own," Sure that was no excuse for him to join in, but that didn't matter.
"Don't try to make me the bad guy." He was the bad guy though.
"What's wrong if Shishou joins in? He's fine with it, aren’t you?" Mob asked,
looking up at Reigen.
"Ah well you see," YES YES YES Reigen's mind screamed. But he at least had to
make it seem decent. "Yes, I have to keep an eye on you both to make sure no
accidents happen or you don't hurt yourself. I'm happy to teach you all the
ropes," He nodded wisely.
Ritsu didn't buy into it one bit, but that was enough for Mob. "Thank you
shishou!"
"Ugh, fine..." Ritsu sighed, previous boner now completely dead and hanging
between his legs like a wet rag. He wasn't sure how to revive it with Reigen
having to be here. But if his brother wanted to...
Suddenly he felt a small peck against his cheek, and he turned to see Mob
smiling at him. "And thank you Ritsu.”
No more worries, his boner was fully back.
"Well seeing as I'm the adult, it's only fair if..." Reigen didn't ask for
permission as he hobbled onto his feet again, reaching down to hook his hands
under Mob's armpits. He pulled the boy up without resistance, and sat back on
the couch. He pulled Mob onto his lap, spreading the boy's legs on either side
of his thighs. There was nothing left to the imagination as Mob's crotch and
ass were fully exposed.
And for once, Ritsu had no complaints as he stared from his spot on the floor,
wiping a tiny bit of drool from his lip.
Mob leaned his head back, looking up at Reigen with a much too curious look in
his eye. “What are we doing?” He asked.
But the question was answered for him when Ritsu couldn’t hold back a second
longer, and dove face first into Mob’s crotch.
“Ritsu!” Mob cried, reacting to his first instinct to drop his hands down and
try to grab his head. But his arms were suddenly being held back against his
chest, Reigen taking control of his movements.
“Don’t worry about it, I’m sure he’s got it taken care of,” Reigen smiled,
pressing Mob’s wrists together so he could hold them with one hand. Taking
advantage of his new found freedom with his left hand, he decided to help out.
Ritsu was trying his best, truly. But he himself being inexperienced meant that
he wasn’t the most skilled at properly sucking his brother off. But what he
lacked in skill, he made up for in enthusiasm. Stuffing the entirety of Mob’s
cock down his mouth, surprisingly managing to not gag. His weeks of daily
practice with random phallic shaped fruit to impress Mob did not go to waste!
But his movement were kept to a minimum which left Mob to pick up the slack, to
start humping and grinding against his face to finish himself off. Not that it
took a lot to do that in the first place.
“Come on, you’re being sloppy about it,” Reigen reprimanded, hand pressing
against Ritsu’s forehead. He pushed him off Mob’s cock, leaving both boys
whining in need. A string of saliva still connected them mouth to cock. But
Mob’s dick was left cold and alone, twitching in the air for relief.
“Shishou, he’s doing fine, he’s fine, please,” he begged pathetically, eyes
shut as he awkwardly tried to thrust his hips forward. Ritsu stared at Reigen
slack jawed, for once not with anger, but with pure curiosity.
He wanted to learn.
Still holding onto Mob’s wrists with one hand, he dropped his free hand to
Mob’s pelvis. His fingers teasingly pushed against the base of the boy’s cock,
the pretty pink head poking out of the foreskin. He gave it a playful push and
Ritsu seemed hypnotized as it gave a small bounce back, and the strand of
saliva snapped off.
Mob’s legs were squirming, chest heaving as he couldn’t handle the teasing. He
was burning over the gaze of his brother, kneeling down under him and looking
at him with raw lust. It was obvious he was holding back. Something he had
never had to do before in their playful romps whenever they could, getting
their business done as soon as possible to avoid being caught.
“Shish- Reigen, Reigen please, please, please,” Mob begged, swinging his head
back and looking up at him pleadingly.
Unable to control himself any longer, Reigen let go of Mob’s wrists. However,
Mob’s hands stayed against his chest, hands in little fists as he struggled not
to start jerking himself off. Reigen dropped his hand down to pull his heavy
cock out of the front of his briefs, freeing his shamefully leaking cock to
press against Mob’s ass. Without further prompting, Mob pressed his hips back
against his cock.
Reigen let out a shameful moan as he looked down and saw his dick being
sandwiched between Mob’s soft little bubble butt, still childish in every way,
yet managing to drive him mad.
“Fuck, you’re a little mynx aren’t you,” He chuckled at the boy’s eagerness,
dropping his word censorship off. He was being hot dogged by a 13 year old.
There wasn’t really much wrong with saying a few curse words anymore. Instead
he rewarded the boy by wrapping his index finger and thumb around the base of
his cock, feeling it twitch between his fingers in neediness.
He wrapped his other arm around Mob’s torso, snuggly pressing his chest against
his back. They fit so perfectly together, which made it an extremely convenient
position for him to start grinding against his ass.
But before he let himself get lost in the pleasure, he was interrupted by a
persistent tug on his pants. He looked down to see Ritsu, clearly annoyed.
“I’m still here, don’t try to keep Nii-san all to yourself,” he frowned. But
his normal attitude had definitely cooled down, and he looked like nothing more
than a 12 year old boy, just wanting some attention. And Reigen was happy to
comply with his promise.
“Just start off easy, there’s no need to make him cum right away, hm?” Reigen
said, which was met with an annoyed stare from Mob, and enlightened nod from
Ritsu. But he tightened his grip around Mob’s cock, and wiped that look right
off his face.
“Come on, don’t be shy, get over here,” Reigen prompted, wiggling Mob’s cock in
the air playfully. And Ritsu followed it like a dog after a treat. He was just
a nose away from Mob’s leaking erection.
“Ritsu, just do it,” Mob pleaded, looking down at Ritsu with tears in his eyes
from being expected to wait so long. And Ritsu nearly gave in, but for once he
decided to see what Reigen was on about. He also didn’t mind seeing his big
brother begging for him...
“Say ahhh,” Reigen instructed. Ritsu dutifully followed direction, slack jawed
as he stared up at Reigen. He was rewarded when Reigen pushed Mob’s cock down
with a tilt of his hand, and tapped the tip against Ritsu’s bottom lip. When he
raised it back up, a drop of precum stayed on Ritsu’s bottom lip. The little
whore licked it off without prompting.
“Now get closer, come on,” Reigen said, growing breathless. And Ritsu shuffled
forward until he was just hovering above Mob’s cock. His legs were kept spread
and open, hitched on either side of Reigen’s thighs.
“There’s a good boy,” Reigen couldn’t help but praise, despite the quick glare
he received from Ritsu. “Now you’re not going to take the whole thing in your
mouth, alright?”
Ritsu squinted up at him in confusion, and Mob only made an annoyed grunt.
“Just trust me, it’ll be easier for you, and I’ll help you out with the rest,”
Reigen reassured, wrapped 2 fingers and his thumb about the base of Mob’s cock.
He angled it towards Ritsu’s mouth and waited for the kid to lean down, taking
the first couple of inches of dick into his mouth.
Mob immediately went into a fit, entire body squirming as Reigen kept his arm
secure around him. He wasn’t going to ruin this for himself. The boy had to
learn patience to get his reward, and just humping forward and fucking his
brother’s face wouldn’t be nearly as fun for Reigen.
“Now just stick your tongue over your teeth, can’t have you scraping him now,”
Reigen instructed,”And don’t be afraid to move your tongue, just treat it like
a tasty Icey you can’t bite,” He finished off, too distracted with his own
selfish pleasure to give further instruction. This 12 year old shouldn’t be
expected to give an intricate blowjob, nor would the 13 year old receiving it
actually need it. So Ritsu followed without question, hands clinging to Mob’s
thighs as he began to gently suck.
Reigen followed up by starting to move his hand in sync with Ritsu’s mouth.
Each time he bobbed down, Reigen’s hand went down, and vice versa. It took a
few awkward side punches to the lip, but they eventually found a rhythm for
themselves. And Mob was practically going insane, tears streaming down his
cheeks from the sensation.
Feeling generous, and somewhat curious of the reaction, Reigen stuck his leg
out forward and snuck it between Ritsu’s legs. The initial shock of feeling
Reigen’s leg pressed against his hard cock was enough to send Ritsu into a
sputtering fit, his brother’s cock still down his mouth. But he didn’t pull
off, or try to push away. Instead he stood perfectly still for a few moments
and allowed Reigen to find a comfortable angle, before throwing away his sense
of shame and dropping his pelvis against the older man’s leg.
Before he knew it, Ritsu followed the motions and began grinding his needy cock
against Reigen’s leg. There was no shame as he moaned and gasped, mouth still
full of cock making every noise muffled. But he was clearly enjoying it. Reigen
rewarded him every few moments by pressing his leg up higher, helping him along
with the process while he himself continued to rut between Mob’s ass.
It was awkward and inexperienced from all of their parts, despite how much
Reigen eluded that he knew what he was talking about. But as with everything,
he just talked his way into seeming like he new anything. And it worked,
because not a single complaint was heard between the moans, pleads, and gasps.
It was only a matter of time before Mob met his end, unable to hold back for a
second longer. He strained to push his hips up into both Reigen’s tight hand,
and Ritsu’s hot mouth. “Ritsu, shishou, I’m, Ritsu I’m going to,” He stuttered,
language escaping his mind as he tried to warn his brother.
Recognizing what was happening, Ritsu immediately clamped his lips around Mob’s
cock. He eagerly sucked at the head, swallowing down every drop of cum. It was
only when Reigen manually pulled Mob’s cock out of his mouth, his poor disciple
whimpering at the overstimulation, that Ritsu finally let go.
The other two soon followed suit. Ritsu was the next to go down, cheeks pressed
against Mob’s oversensitive cock while dribbles of saliva and cum dripped down
his chin. His legs thrusted a few short, hard times before he went still. His
thighs shook and his hands dropped to keep Reigen’s leg in place as he finally
cummed all over the man’s pants.
And at last Reigen allowed himself to orgasm, having been holding it for about…
Oh since the minute they started. He grabbed onto Mob’s hips, keeping him in
place as he slid his cock up and down between his ass. A few thrusts later, he
painted his own stomach and Mob’s ass in white. He sunk back into the couch,
hands still tightly holding onto Mob.
“Damn, Mob…” Reigen sighed, flinching when Mob shifted against his cock. His
orgasm had left Mob’s ass a sticky mess, but made it oh so tempting to start
all over again when his cock slid between his ass with greater ease.
“Damn,” He repeated, leaning back into the couch, keeping Mob held against his
chest. He watched through lidded eyes as Ritsu got off the floor, cock sticky
with his own cum. The younger brother wordlessly collapsed on the couch beside
them, and leaned against Mob’s shoulder for a well deserved rest.
And Mob couldn’t have been happier.
Chapter End Notes
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