They’re just supposed to be watching a movie with Mahito’s friends. Mahito, however, has other plans.
Content Notes: semi-public sex, dubious consent, edging, cockwarming, penis in vagina sex, age difference (Junpei is 18 and still in high school, Mahito is 20+), toxic relationship, previous date rape/sexual violence, manipulation, transmasc Junpei, open ending, voyeurism and exhibitionism, implied future gangbang
Notes: Set in the same universe as Just The Tip.
This takes place a month after that first story and by now, Junpei is enmeshed with the sexual aspect of the relationship and allows Mahito to push his boundaries.
I wasn’t actually planning to return to this universe in any seriousness because the initial premise of “boy’s creeper boyfriend takes liberties” was enough to satisfy me. However… I’m really predictable about my perversities and I just couldn’t stop thinking about what would come after that story once Junpei was more invested in his boyfriend once they had sex for the first time. So… here we are!
Junpei should’ve been suspicious when Mahito told him to change.
Instead of his most comfortable sweatpants and sweater, Mahito encourages Junpei to change into an over-sized shirt with nothing under it, mere minutes before Mahito’s friends are set to arrive at the older man’s apartment.
But hindsight is 20/20, and that’s how Junpei finds himself greeting Choso and Sukuna at the front door with one hand fisted in the front of one of Mahito’s shirts to keep the fabric from flying up in the front.
He’s learned the hard way that if there’s any kind of wind, his shirt will slide up.
And while Choso and Sukuna aren’t strangers –
They aren’t exactly people who Junpei wants seeing his bare body.
The movie they watch is Choso’s choice.
It’s a slasher horror film that Junpei saw with his classmate Yuji when it was in theaters two months ago. So, he figures that while Mahito and his friends watch the film and get drunk off the beers Sukuna had brought along, he’ll just fiddle with his phone and zone out.
Mahito, however, has a different idea.
He makes a big show out of getting a big blanket from his bedroom, piling it up on the couch before drawing Junpei into his lap shortly after they turn down the lights. They wind up sitting with Junpei’s back to Mahito’s chest, his ass nestled against the bulge of his boyfriend’s half-hard dick as his legs kick restlessly.
Immediately, Mahito gets handsy.
“What are you doing,” Junpei hisses, slapping at Mahito’s hand as his fingers dip between his thighs and inch upward. He wriggles back and forth in Mahito’s lap as if that’ll dislodge the hand nudging at his thighs to push them open. “Your friends are right there.”
“So?” Mahito asks, his voice low. “They’re watching the movie. They’re not going to turn around.” He pushes his fingers higher up Junpei’s thighs until he has them cupping the heat of the boy’s bare pussy. “But if you’re so bothered… I got the blanket for a reason.”
Junpei glances between Choso and Sukuna and then shifts so that he can peer up at his boyfriend’s jaw. He can’t see much of Mahito’s face, but there’s a slight smile there that causes Junpei to push out his bottom lip in a pout.
“You planned this,” Junpei whispers, accusatory. “This isn’t fair.”
Mahito laughs lowly. “What’s not fair, Junpei,” he murmurs against Junpei’s ear. The hand he has between Junpei’s legs starts moving, fingertips rubbing at sensitive skin and drawing a shaky little sigh from his lips. “We’re just going to make each other feel good. You’re already wet and I haven’t even put anything in you yet.”
Junpei licks his lips. “I-I thought you said I was always wet,” he whispers. “So, this shouldn’t mean anything.”
The fingers petting Junpei’s pussy don’t stop touching him. Instead, Mahito slides them further down, pushing two of them into the heat of his body and then laughing lowly, meanly at the way Junpei whimpers for him and tries to get them deeper inside.
“It means that you’re a little slut,” Mahito says. “And you’re going to sit on my dick like my friends aren’t even here.”
With the hand that’s not knuckle deep inside of Junpei, Mahito reaches for the blanket off to the side and drags it over Junpei’s lap. When he has them covered up as much as is possible – with a little help from Junpei’s trembling fingers – Mahito spreads Junpei’s legs underneath the blankets and then gets his dick out, stroking himself quickly with the hand he’d had inside of Junpei before fitting the fat tip of his erection to Junpei’s hole.
“Sit on it slowly,” Mahito says as he guides his dick inside of Junpei’s body.
Despite his token protest earlier, Junpei doesn’t resist. He glances at where Sukuna and Choso are steadily ignoring them, focused instead on the movie playing loudly just a few meters away, and then nods his head slowly.
“O-okay,” Junpei whispers.
It’s not like the first time, where Junpei had been a crying mess, begging Mahito to stop as he was fucked for the first time.
This time, Junpei (mostly) knows what he’s getting into. This time, he’s eager for it, breath hitching in his thin chest as he tries to hide what he’s doing from the men sitting facing the television. Despite his best efforts, his attempts to go slowly and stay silent fail. He whimpers even more as he sinks down on Mahito’s dick, hand clasped tight over his mouth to muffle louder noises as they threaten to slip out.
Mahito does not help.
At all.
Instead of covering Junpei’s mouth with his larger hand or stilling his descent, Mahito makes things worse. He plants his feet on the floor and thrusts his hips upward, pushing the full length of his dick into Junpei’s body.
Junpei freezes. He feels his body lock up, toes curling as his pussy spasms around the dick inside of him. He would cry out, if he could, but all he can do is push air out of his lungs in a high, wheezing breath and claw at Mahito’s arm. Eventually, he sags backwards, head resting against the strong curve of Mahito’s shoulder as his boyfriend’s silver-blue hair fans out against the side of his face.
“Don’t tell me you came just from that,” Mahito says, his voice a teasing lilt against Junpei’s ear. He slides his hand underneath Junpei’s borrowed shirt, stroking first at the softness of Junpei’s belly before dipping down to tease his clit. “You’re so easy.”
“I’m not,” Junpei whispers, quick to shake his head. “You’re just too big.”
Mahito giggles quietly, delighted, and then pitches his voice a little louder so that he can be heard above the film playing quite loudly.
“How much longer is this thing,” Mahito calls out. “Junpei’s getting bored.”
Junpei’s affronted-sounding gasp is drowned out by Choso’s answer.
“Like an hour,” Choso says with a wave of his hand. He doesn’t turn back to look at Mahito and Junpei. “It’s not a very long movie.”
“You hear that,” Mahito says, his voice a low murmur. He slides his hand up the front of Junpei’s body to thumb at one of the nipples jutting out against the fabric of his shirt. He pinches it hard and then surges forward to swallow Junpei’s answering cry in a forceful kiss.
When Mahito breaks the kiss, he smiles widely. “You just have to hold out for an hour.”
By the time the movie’s ending credits roll, Junpei is just about ready to beg.
He’s definitely ready to cry.
He’s come four times since they started and has been edged several times more, drawn to the very edge of orgasm before Mahito disrupts his pleasure and leaves him shaking. He’s sore and swollen down there and yet –
“M-more,” Junpei moans, head lolling from side to side as he trembles from the strain of having Mahito’s dick inside of him but not getting what he wants. He’s so far gone that he doesn’t even notice that the other two men in the room have finally turned to look at where he’s sitting astride Mahito’s lap. He doesn’t even realize that the blanket covering him has slid down to the floor in a puddle of cloth –
Not until Sukuna says something about it at least.
“Finally,” Sukuna says. “I thought I’d have to keep pretending I couldn’t hear your little boytoy crying all night.” He clears his throat as beside him, Choso leans forward, his own lips parted. “Can’t say I mind the view, though. Sweet little pussy like that… If you’re showing us this much, you must be planning on sharing, eh?”
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