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Shin’s stomach twirled in his body, he was deathly nauseous. He froze in his tracks in a hot sweat. Amidst the blood thirsty killing game, he figured that he would never see him out everyone again.
That tall and slim fit figure loomed over his body. He felt as if every one of his limbs would evaporate, combust into flames right there and then.
Sou Hiyori.
The man that always seemed to find a way to get under his skin with a pure look. His eyes, always able to break anyone into a sweat just with a stare.
It was something about his eyes that freaked Shin out yet lured him in like a black hole, ready to engulf his mind and body.
He was like an infestation Shin could never seem to get rid of, but at the same time he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to. The bastard was a joke. From his cruel attempts at “comedy” down to his personality.
Shin grouped together with all of the other survivors (not kanna 😳) who previously had worked together to escape this hell hole. They crowded around Sou with a certain tension, the type you could split open with a dagger.
Sou explained the whole ordeal to them with an annoyingly lively attitude. Like a car dealer trying to rip you off more than need be.
Then, after what was seemingly forever, the explanation was over. The rules were simple, kill Sou by any means necessary.
The whole group split up, with the humans stringing along their doll-partners, except for Shin. The man Naomichi Kurumada was a stubborn one.
He insisted on staying in the gallery while Shin wondered about the cold and foreign place ahead of him. He walked and walked and walked, with every pace his feet got heavier while the sounds of his shoes hitting the tiles and smoothed concrete got louder.
Then Shin came across a discreet door, one with an intimidating aura that screamed “leave and do not come back!”. The door had a very small amount of light peering through the bottom. Someone was probably in there and that thought made Shin cringe.
But curiosity got the better of him.
He hesitantly reached and grabbed the doorknob, slowly pushing the door aside with a screech admitting from the hinges.
Instantly he regretted his action as he was now in a room filled with computers and gadgets. On the wall were speakers as well as a big screen in the middle. The worst part, however, is that he was now face to face with a familiar ominous figure.
“Oh! Funny seeing you here Shin; or, should I just call you Sou after seeing how you’ve been lovingly adopting my name?”
The door closed behind Shin.
“Sou.”
“Oh no, no, no, silly! Sara so kindly gave me a new name: Midori! So I would appreciate it if you’d-“
‘Midori’ had been cut off by the shorter man.
“If you would stop talking, I would “appreciate it”.” Shin had a certain anger in his voice, bellowing from the depths of his stomach.
“No need to get angry, Sou.” He said with a condescending undertone, one that Shin certainly received.
His own name rolling off his tongue with a mixture of aggression and a conniving motive. Shin felt a wave of anger, fear, and embarrassment wish through his body.
Looking up at the tall and guileful man, Shin's mind went blank. Midori has always been an intimidating man, was it because of his height? Or maybe it was his overbearing personality?
Shin could never pin down what made Midori so.. sick to be around.
“I can see you starring.”
That immediately snapped Shin out of the safety in his thoughts.
Midori was leaning at the edge of the table, a contorted smile looming above shin. All air removed from the vicinity Shin was breathing from.
Midori stood up; god he was tall..
He made his way down near the entrance of the room where Shin was residing. It felt slow yet lightning fast to him, when all he could do was stand still in fear; any pressure could’ve broken him at this point.
His mind was foggy and murky, he didn’t know what to do until the taller man came from beside him and ran his fingers up and down the middle of his chest, tracing the lining of the folds in his shirt.
He was.. touching his chest?
The confusion caught Shin off guard.
“Ah- what are you doing?”
Shin spoke in a small voice, barely surpassing a whisper. Midori shifted his hand to the other side of Shin’s shoulder. Shin would’ve expected to feel enraged, fearful, and disgusted. But he had an odd feeling of warmth shock through his lower stomach.
Midori shoved the shorter man onto the desk he previously leaned on. Shin held his breath while his heart continuously accelerated accompanied by ringing in his ears. He couldn’t talk, let alone think.
“What’s wrong, Sou?”
As Midori spoke the word “Sou” Shin let out an audible gasp and Midori grazed his knee against Shin’s crotch.
Shin felt his cock twitch to life, slowly raising a tent.
Midori continued to rub his knee between his crotch; each time a little more pressure was being added.
Midori started messing with the other man’s belt buckle, Shin’s face heating up and flushed.
He hated Midori with all his being but he couldn’t help but feel.. desire.
So many thoughts were rushing through his head, bouncing off his skull. Yet, the only one he found important was the need for more. More friction. More touch. More Midori.
Shin grabbed on Midori’s sleeve, squeezing his fist until his knuckles turned white. Midori creeped his hand down on Shin’s lower back, slowly sliding off Shin’s pants.
Midori placed his hands on Shin's knees as he kneeled down in front of Shin. He removed the job hopper’s boxers looking up in question only to be answered by a simple yet hesitated nod. Then, Midori wrapped his hand around the other man’s cock.
After a few seconds of jerking his hand Midori moved his head to in front of Shin’s dick. Opening his mouth Midori began to suck on the tip.
Then the taller man started to bob his head up and down, taking more every time. As Midori took in everything, Shin could feel his thighs spasming below Midori’s chin.
Midori looked at him cunningly, water slightly forming at his eyes each time he moved his head down and back up. The blue haired man shifted his legs to wrap around Midori’s sides.
Midori starts accelerating his speed, taking all of Shin as the shorter man cowered, breathing frigidly.
Shin could feel that he was about to orgasm. He was on the brink of exhaustion but there was adrenaline, and it was going to keep him up until the end.
The shorter man tried what he could but eventually he bit his tongue as he released. Midori looked obviously surprised, yet he quickly caught on and started swallowing up Shin’s cum until there was nothing left.
Shin's hands were shaking.
It was obvious that Shin was nervous, but nevertheless he was excited. Suddenly Midori stood up and dusted his knees off. He then grabbed Shin's waist with his cold hands.
He looked at Shin with a certain sense of mischievousness as he set the shorter man down, back laid against the table. Midori completely slid off Shin’s boxers and pants, exposing him before the green haired man.
“Well.. I just- um..”
Midori took a bottle of lube out from a drawer next to him. He then upcapped the bottle and smeared the paste all over his fingers.
The green haired man then traced his Pointer finger along Shin's asshole and pushed his finger in.
“Hu-“ Shin cut himself off, biting his tongue as Midori’s cold finger was now inside of him. Midori then pushed his middle finger in along with his pointer. He stretched Shin’s ass open, prying his fingers apart.
Midori chuckled to himself as Shin squirmed beneath the larger man. He then added another finger, this time his ring finger. Midori then started moving his fingers inside of Shin, stretching his anus. After a few seconds he pulled away, relieving the blue haired man.
Midori zipped his pants down. Shin felt his heart pulse.
The taller man slowly pulled down the front of his pants revealing his boxers. He Then slid the front of his cock out from the waistband of his briefs.
Midori grabbed Shin by his shoulders, lining up his cock with Shin's entrance. He took a deep breath in then exhaled, maybe he was nervous too?
He then entered Shin, pushing his hips forward and sliding Shin closer to him, using the smaller man’s shoulders as a propellant.
Shin’s back arched, he took in a breath leaving a quick gust of wind inward through his lips.
Midori then pulled back, still gripping Shin’s shoulders as he retreated. The green haired man scooped Shin up holding his thighs tightly making sure not to drop him.
Tsukimi let out a yelp as he was fondled into this position. Midori took a second to breathe as he was hovering shin over his penis. The doll then made sure he had a good grip on Shin’s trembling thighs and then made his way to Shin's entrance.
Shin couldn’t help but release a gasp of air, an attempt to hold back a whimper. Midori was going agonizingly slow at first to tease the blue haired man, but then started going faster. With each thrust, a little more force was pushed into the shorter man.
Shin gripped the other man’s back, digging his nails into his clothes. His mind was fuzzy from the pleasure, his ears were drowning out the sound of their skin colliding together, as Tsumiki was in an overwhelming state of ecstasy.
Sou could feel his partner’s heartbeat pulse. Midori’s mind was drawing a blank from all this pleasure he was receiving. Each time he thrusted he could hear Shin whimper under his breath.
Tears were forming at the corners of Tsumiki’s eyes, slowly dragging down his cheek. Midori paused for a moment when the shorter man took all of him, engulfing his cock in warmth. But he quickly continued.
The green haired man then thrusted all he could, hitting Shin’s g spot, Shin could practically see stars. And without a moment to spare, he filled Tsumiki.
Shin finally released the pleasure he was holding back, moaning out Midori’s name. Midori then set Shin onto the desk, letting out gasps of breath.
“Hah.. that.. was… fun.. haha..” Midori managed to sputter out in between each breath.
The mixture of malnourishment and pure exhaustion finally caught up to shin as he laid down on Midori’s desk. He wasn’t asleep nor planning to do so, he was just laying there with thoughts rushing through his head.
Did I really just do that?
What will Midori think of me now?
What if the others find out?
Midori finally took a step backwards to stand up, as he took a moment to grasp gravity. He then tucked his penis back into it’s original spot, pulling up his pants and zipping them back up.
Midori got up to leave, but turned back to Shin at the entrance. He obviously wanted to say something but suppressed the urge to say it. He then exited the room.
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“Is something wrong with your legs or something Shin?” Sara inquisitively asked as she could see him struggling to sit down comfortably in the Gallery room’s couch.
“Uhm.. I’m just sore from ‘exploring’ this place last night..” Tsumiki responded.