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“Hey, Daddy?”
Kojiro looks up from his book to see Miya hovering in the doorway. He’s changed from the jeans and t-shirt he was wearing earlier into a pair of short sleep shorts and his old childhood cat hoodie. It fits him much differently now than it used to but god, does it fit him. It’s tighter now, and shorter, unzipped to reveal bare skin, the peek of twin tattoos on his chest and the glint of a belly button piercing from which a small sakura charm dangles. He holds one elbow like a nervous child, nibbling at his bottom lip.
Kojiro sets his book to the side. “What’s up, baby?”
“Um…” Miya fiddles with the hem of his shorts, bare toes curling against the hardwood. “Would you help me take a bath?”
Kojiro raises his eyebrows. “What do you need a bath for, sweetheart? Didn’t Mommy give you one this morning?”
It’s a delight to watch his cheeks pinken.
His eyes dart away from Kojiro’s. “Y-yeah…”
“So why do you need a bath? You don’t look dirty.”
Miya squeezes his thighs together. “I- I was just thinking about how much I love you and Mommy and then before I knew it, my- my private parts were all wet and it got all over my panties.” He gives Kojiro his best pout. “I’m really sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to.”
Fuck. Kojiro’s libido has settled from the rioting need that was his constant companion back when he and Kaoru first got together in their twenties, but it’s still never far and his young lover is an expert at stoking it.
Kojiro levers himself off the couch and goes to take Miya’s hand, kissing his knuckles. “You’re not in trouble, baby,” he assures, before taking Miya’s hand and leading him to the expansive bathroom. “Now why don’t you show me where your panties got dirty, hm?”
Miya hooks his thumbs in his shorts then hesitates. “Promise you won’t be mad?”
Kojiro holds back a snort. Miya is laying it on thick, acting like there’s even a chance Kojiro would be mad at the opportunity to see his little pussy dripping wet. He plays along, saying, “Of course not, baby. I just need to see how big the mess is so I can decide how best to clean you up.” He leans down to press a kiss to Miya’s forehead, then his mouth. “Show me?”
Miya wiggles his shorts off his hips to puddle at his ankles, leaving behind a pair of white cotton panties. Kojiro has to take a steadying breath, cock twitching to life. Fuck, Miya knows just how to play him. Kaoru loves to put Miya (and Kojiro, and himself) in strappy lacy things, but as much as he adores his lovers’ bodies in luxury lingerie, what Kojiro is truly weak for is the simple things. Domestic things, like seeing his boys wearing his shirts.
Innocent things. Like white cotton panties.
“Baby,” he groans. It makes him feel like a pervert, how hot it gets him. At least Kaoru gets off on things that are intentionally sexy. But Miya certainly doesn’t seem to mind, if the frequency with which he uses Kojiro’s tastes against him is any indication.
Miya blinks those wide green eyes up at him. “Are you ok, Daddy?”
“Wonderful,” Kojiro manages. “Perfect.”
Miya does a bad job of hiding his smirk at Kojiro’s reaction. “Can you help me get my panties off?” He prods Kojiro back on track. “They’re so sticky, I don’t want to make more of a mess.”
“Of course.” Kojiro goes to his knees in front of Miya, and has to close his eyes for a moment. Miya is soaked, the thin material of the gusset gone see-through, clinging to the shape of him. His clit is hard and swollen, poking out from his puffy lips and pressing against the fabric.
“What a mess,” Kojiro murmurs, dragging light fingertips over Miya through his panties, making him gasp and twitch. “Are you sure you were just thinking of how much you love Mommy and Daddy when you got like this? You weren’t thinking naughty thoughts?”
Miya clings to Kojiro’s shoulders for balance as he continues his teasing touches.
“Well…Mommy was, um, playing with me in the bath, and it made me think of how much I like it when you and Mommy touch and kiss my big boy parts.”
There’s something there in his tone, but Kojiro is too distracted and turned on to interrogate it. He doesn’t know what Kaoru got up to in the bath with Miya but it was clearly enough to get him this worked up about it even hours after Kaoru left for work.
“Mm,” Kojiro hums, pressing a kiss to Miya’s hip. “Anything else?”
“I…might have thought a little about when we play the game where you and Mommy take turns letting me sit in my special place in your lap and bounce me up and down until you put your cream inside my belly. It makes me feel so tingly and good. It’s my favorite game in the world.”
It’s wretched how hot it gets Kojiro when Miya talks like this. “It’s a good game,” he agrees, distantly impressed with himself at how even his voice sounds. “But you don’t think maybe that had something to do with you making such a mess down here?” He cups Miya’s cunt in his hand and squeezes.
“Nnh! N-no, daddy, I don’t know how it happened. I guess it’s a mystery.”
Miya says it with such perfect solemnity that Kojiro has to laugh. He shakes his head. “I guess so. But what’s important now is that we get you cleaned up, huh?”
“Uh-huh.” Miya nods, then sucks in a sharp breath as Kojiro leans forward to lick his clit over his panties. He doesn’t have a situationally appropriate reason for why he needs to, he just needs to, and Miya loves getting eaten out through his underwear, so really, everybody wins.
“Daddy!” Miya gasps when Kojiro sets his teeth against his clit, flicking his tongue over the very tip of it. “You’re gonna make me, ah-!, even messier…”
“Mhmm,” Kojiro hums his enthusiastic agreement, lips buzzing against Miya’s clit. Miya’s moan echoes around the spacious bathroom, hips jerking sharply against Kojiro’s face and fists burying tightly in his hair. Kojiro groans as the pleasure-pain of it zips down his spine.
He presses his thumb against Miya’s pussy over his panties, rubbing circles as Miya twitches and clenches around nothing. “Unh, Daddy, I’m starting to feel tingly in my tummy.”
Kojiro hums again in encouragement, lifting one of Miya’s thighs and hooking it over his shoulder, taking most of his weight.
“Yess,” Miya hisses at the changed angle, rocking his hips to really ride Kojiro’s tongue. Fuck, Kojiro’s cock is like a steel rod straining in his sweatpants. He continues to touch him over his panties, stroking his pussy lips and curling his other hand around Miya’s ass, squeezing and kneading the plushness of it before finding his tight little hole and pressing against it in gentle pulses of his finger.
“Unh,” Miya moans, writhing on Kojiro’s tongue, motions getting frantic. He’s close. Kojiro licks and sucks at him as well as he can, moaning, urging him on. “I’m- I’m- Daddy, oh—!”
Miya comes with a shout, pulling Kojiro’s hair so hard his eyes water while he ruts against his face. Kojiro can feel Miya’s cunt pulsing against the pad of his thumb, and the panties get wetter—much wetter—as the sodden fabric saturates and begins to drip, the musky tang of Miya’s cum bursting over his tongue. Kojiro groans, sucking harder to get more of the taste. Miya gasps and shudders as the fluid wets his panties and drips down his legs, warm droplets splattering down to Kojiro’s lap and thighs.
Kojiro keeps his face buried in Miya’s pussy for as long as he’ll let him, riding out the aftershocks until Miya, panting and pink-cheeked, finally drags Kojiro’s head back.
Kojiro takes in the sight of him from head to toe: his dazed eyes and flushed cheeks, the cutesie hoodie that falls just above his ruined panties, and his shaking, dripping thighs.
Kojiro’s cock aches.
He eases Miya’s thigh off his shoulder and holds him steady while he finds his feet, before peeling the soaked underwear down Miya’s thighs. A thick strand of slick stretches and snaps, drooling from Miya’s bare pussy. Kojiro catches it with his fingers before it can fall, popping his finger in his mouth. “Messy baby,” he says approvingly. Part of him wants to pull Miya onto his mouth again and fuck him with his tongue, but the larger, more urgent part of him needs to get Miya on his cock instead.
He helps Miya balance as he pulls his panties off of him one foot at a time, before rising to stand himself.
Miya giggles, and looks down at Kojiro’s crotch. “Now we’re both messy.”
Kojiro looks down at himself, the gray material of his sweatpants hiding nothing of the dark, wet stains from Miya’s orgasm, or of the darker, wetter one growing where his cock is leaking into the tented fabric at his crotch.
Kojiro grins. “I’d say it was worth it, wouldn’t you?”
“Mm-hm!” Miya agrees, pulling Kojiro down for a kiss.
Kojiro deepens it immediately, putting his hands on Miya’s tight little body, feeling him up under the hoodie before sliding it down his arms and off. Kojiro groans when Miya squeezes his dick through his sweats, and has to grab Miya’s wrist when he starts working his fist up and down the length. “Careful, kitten,” he warns, voice low against Miya’s ear. “Daddy’s got so much of his cream stored up just for you, we don’t want to waste it do we?”
“No, Daddy,” Miya breathes, tilting his head back and moaning when Kojiro kisses down his neck.
“That’s right,” Kojiro murmurs. “If you can be good while we’re getting you cleaned up, Daddy will let you have his cream as a treat, how’s that sound?”
Miya whines, pressing his thighs together. “Good. I’ll be so good.”
“Good boy,” Kojiro says, and gives his ass a squeeze. “We’ll have to take a shower together instead of a bath since you made such a big mess. Go ahead and get the shower started, ok? I’ll be right in.”
The sound of the spray fills the room as Kojiro strips out of his clothes and follows Miya into the massive shower that Kaoru had insisted on, pulling the sturdy, conveniently three-people-sized shower bench beneath the fancy rain shower head that Kaoru had also insisted on. Kojiro had thought it had been a bit excessive at the time, but now he’s nothing but grateful for how particular his husband can be.
He unhooks the handheld shower head from the wall and lets it hang, making sure it’s within reach before sitting down and beckoning Miya under the warm spray.
“C’mere,” he says, stroking his cock once then holding it steady at the base. “If you keep making a mess like this, we’ll never get you clean. Come sit back on Daddy’s lap and Daddy will help plug you up.” He pats his thighs.
Miya licks his lips. “And then you’ll give me your cream?”
Kojiro chuckles. “If you’re a good boy. If you can be patient and not fuss while Daddy gets you all cleaned up.”
“I’ll be good,” Miya promises again.
“Mm. I know you will be.” Kojiro places a steadying hand on Miya’s hip and helps guide him back and down. He holds his breath, mesmerized just as he is every time he fits the head of his cock at Miya’s entrance. Every time, it seems like an impossible fit. Wordlessly, knowingly, Miya pauses, letting Kojiro look his fill. Miya’s cunt clenches against the tip like a kiss and Kojiro’s cock jumps, blurting precome that smears over Miya’s hole, joining the dripping slickness there.
Fuck, he needs to be in him now.
He guides Miya down, feeding his cock into him inch by inch and Miya just takes it, the stretch obscene as he lets Kojiro carve a place for himself in his hot little cunt.
They both let out a breath when Miya’s taken all of it, Miya slumping back against Kojiro’s chest with a moan, fluttering and clenching as he adjusts to the stretch.
“Good boy,” Kojiro murmurs, combing Miya’s wet hair out of his face. “You’re doing so good, feel so perfect on me. How do you feel?”
“Good,” Miya manages, head falling back against Kojiro’s shoulder. “Full.”
“Mm.” Kojiro smiles. “Good. Think you can go ahead and pull your feet up on the bench? I’ll help you.”
Miya moans as he’s shifted, one leg at a time, so his feet are flat on the bench beside Kojiro’s knees. Kojiro places his hands on Miya’s bent knees and eases them wider, leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable to whatever Kojiro wants to do to him.
Kojiro pushes his own dripping hair out of his eyes, looking over Miya’s shoulder to watch the water sluice down his soft skin, thrilling at how small he looks, how delicate, beneath Kojiro’s broad hands. For a few moments Kojiro just touches, petting over Miya’s body, enjoying the closeness. He rubs his thighs, squeezes his hips, his waist. The water slicks his touch, his hands gliding over his boy’s soft skin, sensitizing him. He trails his fingers up his chest, tracing over the curling, floral tattoo-lined scars beneath his pecs to circle his thumbs around his nipples, the buds already hard and flushed.
He runs light fingertips over them, circling around them and gliding over them, a teasing touch that makes Miya’s breath stutter.
“So sensitive already,” Kojiro murmurs, taking Miya’s nipples between his fingers to pinch and roll them. Miya gasps and arches, shifting Kojiro’s cock inside him and making it twitch.
Kojiro pinches a little harder, muffling a groan into Miya’s hair when he clenches up tight in response.
“D-Daddy,” Miya whimpers, “need you to touch my big boy parts, please…”
“Touch them?” Kojiro keeps his voice light, innocent. “Don’t you think that will just make you messier? We’re supposed to be cleaning you up, remember? I think this might help, though.”
Kojiro reaches for the dangling showerhead, flipping the water on and adjusting the spray setting from the bruising high pressure jet that Kaoru likes destroying his shoulders with to a gentler spray. He uses the water like a caress, starting at Miya’s chest and moving up and down his arms then down his front, spraying down his legs then up his inner thighs.
When Kojiro directs the spray directly over his pussy Miya gasps, sensitized from his previous orgasm, his thighs jerking closed.
“Ah-ah, baby,” Kojiro chastises, gently easing his legs apart. “You’ve gotta let me clean you up.” He reaches down and spreads his lips with two fingers so his swollen clit is fully exposed to the spray. “You made such a mess, we have to be extra thorough.”
This spray setting won’t be enough to make Miya come but it’s perfect to rile him up, get him squirming on Kojiro’s cock. If Miya lets him tease him like this for long enough, he may even be able to get a couple of orgasms out of him in one go before Miya gets too sensitive again.
He keeps the stream directed between Miya’s legs for a few moments longer, then starts his route over: chest, arms, belly, legs. His other hand he lays steady on Miya’s waist, occasionally drifting up to tweak a nipple to feel him clench.
Miya’s thighs twitch when Kojiro focuses on his pussy again, but he keeps them open.
“Good boy,” Kojiro praises. “You remembered.”
Kojiro lingers with it this time, the light spray making Miya squirm and whine. Kojro has to bite his lip against the feeling, gazing down Miya’s body at where his clit sticks up from between his lips, fully engorged. The swollen head is fully emerged from its little hood and twitching as the spray hits it.
Kojiro distracts Miya (and himself) from the tease by touching him all over with his free hand, everywhere but where Miya really wants it. He mouths and sucks at Miya’s neck, finding a fresh bloom of purple there that wasn’t there yesterday and sealing his mouth over it to make it bigger, darker, his. It’s only a small infraction, but it’s fun to goad Kaoru anyway.
He repeats the cycle with the showerhead a few more times, moving it all over Miya’s body, but finally his patience for the teasing wanes.
He directs the spray back between Miya’s legs, and without warning, clicks the showerhead up to the next level of water pressure.
Miya squeals, jolting, his knees drawing in again on instinct and knocking into Kojiro’s wrist.
“Baby,” Kojiro admonishes. “Legs open.”
Miya hesitates.
“Now, Miya.” He says the words low and firm, directly into Miya’s ear.
Miya whimpers unhappily, shaking his head, but the clench and flutter around Kojiro’s cock tells a different story. Slowly, his thighs part.
“That’s it, good boy. Are you going to keep your legs open and let me clean you up now? I need to use more water because you made such an awfully big mess, ok?”
Miya nods, licking water from his lips. “I’ll be good, Daddy.”
Kojiro presses a kiss to his hair. “I know you will, you just made a little mistake. But now you’re going to be good.”
Miya trembles and jolts when the spray hits his pussy again, both hands grabbing tight to Kojiro’s free wrist.
“Daddy, it’s— I— unnhh…”
“There you go,” Kojiro soothes, moving the showerhead in tiny circles focused on Miya’s clit. “We gotta make sure we get you nice and clean, right baby? This is what you asked me for.”
“Uh-huh…” Miya’s mindless agreement trails off as his breathing starts to grow more labored, the muscles in his thighs jumping. “Daddy I’m— unhh I’m feeling all…tingly again…oh—”
Kojiro’s cock gives a heavy twitch and Miya moans clenching down on it. “That’s it, baby, good boy, just follow that feeling. Shit— there you go, baby…”
Miya’s breath goes shallow as he gets tighter and tighter, clenching up on Kojiro’s cock as the tension in him builds, the direct spray on his clit building him up and up…
“Daddy!” Miya squeals as the tension bursts, spasming around Kojiro in quick tight pulses.
Kojiro groans his approval, his own cock throbbing. He’s not quite ready to spill, but the vibration of the water is doing things for him too, and one or two more orgasms from Miya like that, and he’ll be a goner.
Kojiro presses kisses against Miya’s temple, clicking the showerhead back to a gentle spray to give him a moment of reprieve as Miya twitches in his lap.
“Was that good, baby?”
Miya nods, laying his head back on Kojiro’s shoulder as he catches his breath. “Am I clean yet? Can I have your cream now, Daddy?”
Kojiro hums, pretending to consider. He cups Miya’s pussy with his free hand, tracing around where he’s spread open and leaking around Kojiro’s cock. “You’re still making such a mess, kitten. I can’t give you my cream until you’re all clean, remember?”
Miya squirms, pressing his clit against Kojiro’s palm and whining.
“You’re extra needy today, aren’t you?” Kojiro murmurs as Miya tries to rock down on his cock with limited leverage. “I wonder…”
He gives Miya’s pussy one last squeeze and sets the showerhead to the side. With both hands he cups Miya’s chest, squeezing the slight muscle he’s been building up. When Kojiro focuses on his nipples, Miya jolts like he had before, spasming around Kojiro’s cock.
“I wonder…” he repeats. “Did Mommy play with your nipples a lot in your bath earlier?” Kojiro has a sneaking suspicion he knows exactly what’s going on here. He probably should’ve realized earlier.
Miya nods, pouting.
“Yeah? Did he play with your pretty pussy or give you his cream?”
Miya’s pout deepens. “Mommy wasted it!” he bursts out. “He wouldn’t touch my big boy parts at all and then he got his cream on my face but he would’ve even let me taste it! He only played with my nipples until I got all tingly but he wouldn’t touch!”
“I see…” There’s no hiding how Miya’s description makes his cock kick. Forcing Miya into orgasm from nothing but his nipples is one of Kaoru’s favorite forms of punishment. It always leaves Miya needy and oversensitive, exactly the way he is now. And for him to have come on Miya’s face and not even let him lick it up…Miya must have been in big trouble.
“Tell me honestly, Miya…was Mommy being unfair for no reason or were you being a brat and Mommy had to punish you?”
Miya makes an unhappy noise, hiding his face in the side of Kojiro’s neck.
Kojiro pinches his nipples, meaner than he had before. “Miya.”
Miya jolts again and lets out a startled squeak. “It’s not my fault!”
“No? Mommy was punishing you for no reason?”
Miya’s only response is a whine as Kojiro rolls his nipples tightly between his fingers.
“So you were being a brat,” Kojiro answers for him. “And instead of accepting your punishment from Mommy, you came to me after he left. Is that right?”
Kojiro rocks his hips into Miya as a counterpoint of pleasure to the harsh pinch he gives Miya’s nipples, at the upper limit of what he can handle.
Miya yelps and flinches.
“And now you’re going to get me in trouble,” Kojiro growls into his ear, “for giving you what Mommy said you couldn’t have. Do you have something you’d like to say to me?”
Kojiro releases his nipples and takes hold of his hips, pulling Miya down firmly on his cock, pressed right up against that pleasure-pain spot right above his cervix.
“I’m sorry!” Miya moans miserably. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I just need it so bad!”
He sounds so distraught and pathetic that Kojiro has to fuck his hips up a few times to release some of the tension of how much it affects him. Miya chokes on a moan at the slap of skin on skin.
Kojiro lets out a loud, disappointed sigh. “What’s done is done now, I suppose. But I’m responsible for you, so now I have to get you clean and teach you a lesson.”
“No, please, I said I was sorry!”
“And that’s a good start,” Kojiro agrees. “But you still have to be punished, baby. Say ‘yes, Daddy.’”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” Miya hiccups.
“Good boy.”
Kojiro takes Miya’s clit between his fingers, much more gently than he had with his nipples. It’s still as hard as ever even after two orgasms, twitching and throbbing against his fingertips. Koaru must have really worked him up good. Kojiro gives him a few light strokes, taking up the showerhead again with his other hand, clicking it up to the highest pressure he thinks Miya can bear and still be able to come.
When the concentrated stream of water hits his clit, Miya shrieks, thrashing in Kojiro’s grip. His knees attempt to snap shut again but Kojiro is ready for it, holding one knee still and blocking the other with his elbow to keep the stream pinpointed.
Kojiro can’t help the hiss of breath that leaves him as Miya clenches up so tight on him. Kojiro’s muscles tense as Miya struggles, breathing gone ragged.
“Be still,” Kojiro growls in his ear. It’s not really fair, using his Daddy voice when his boy is wild with the sudden overstimulation, but it is effective. Miya stays tense but stops fighting Kojiro’s grip, instead making these whiny, pathetic little hah, hah, hah noises with every spasm of his cunt around Kojiro’s cock.
With Miya being good and still, Kojiro goes back to plucking his nipples with his free hand. After barely a minute, without warning Miya cries out, taking gasping breaths as his cunt ripples and flutters.
“Good boy,” Kojiro praises. It’s supposed to be a punishment but Kojiro can’t help it; he’s always been more given to praise.
That doesn’t mean he’s going to let Miya off easy. Typically he’d give him a break at this juncture, but this time he keeps the spray focused right where it is.
Miya squeals and squirms, trying to shift out of the direct spray, but Kojiro just follows him. Miya isn’t blocking him and the friction feels heavenly.
“Daddy I’m— uunnnh,” Miya groans, his body whipcord tense as he takes little gasping sips of breath.
”You can take it, baby,” Kojiro soothes, running a palm up and down Miya’s side.
Miya settles fractionally, his head tipped back on Kojiro’s shoulder, wet hair sticking to his neck. His cunt spasms randomly with the overstimulation, making Kojiro take some deep breaths to keep a hold of himself. He’ll need to bring this to a close soon.
He takes Miya’s clit between two fingers, stroking it while holding the spray directly on it.
Miya screams.
“Daddy please I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I can’t anymore, please!”
His breaths are coming fast and a little too shallow.
“Color, Miya?”
“Gree-hee-heen!” he sobs. “Please, it’s too much!”
“Breathe for me baby,” Kojiro soothes. He gives Miya a bit of a break, rubbing his clit in firm circles and temporarily blocking the water stream.
Miya moans, taking a few deeper breaths.
“That’s it,” Kojiro praises warmly. “Good boy.”
Miya sobs when Kojiro moves his hand and lets the spray hit his pussy again. He wriggles and twitches under the onslaught but doesn’t struggle against Kojiro’s hold, the tension in his body mounting quickly.
“Daddy…” Miya whines.
“Hm?”
“I— it feels, unnnh I feel funny, Daddy, it feels different—”
Oh fuck yes.
“Yeah? Are you feeling full, baby?”
“Uh-huh,” Miya moans. “Feels like, like I gotta potty but I don’t…”
Kojiro presses the heel of his hand into the dip just above Miya’s pubic bone, pressing firmly in and down.
“Ah! Daddy don’t! You’re gonna make it happen!”
Fuck, Miya’s gotten so tight on him. “It’s ok, baby, just feel it, just let it happen. You’ve already made such a mess, a little more won’t hurt.”
“I don’t—” he hiccups, “I don’t wanna make more of a mess!”
Kojiro pushes his hips up, rubbing inside Miya as deep as he can. “But I want you to. If you don’t fight it, Daddy will give you his cream, how about that?”
“Yessss,” Miya hisses. “Yes I want it I want it!”
“Then be a good boy and let it happen.”
Miya whines and squirms a little, and it’s not long before he’s moaning on every exhale, using what little leverage he has to wiggle his hips and work himself up on Kojiro’s cock.
Kojiro can’t help the grunt he lets out at the friction. He holds the spray steady, keeping it trained on Miya’s clit.
“That’s it, baby, take what you need.”
“Daddy!” Miya gasps. “I’m gonna— it’s gonna—!“
“Good boy,” Kojiro rasps, feeling his own orgasm finally finally mounting. Miya is so tight on him, twitching and spasming, taking him so well.
“Daddy it’s— I—”
Miya screams through gritted teeth, his cunt rippling up Kojiro’s cock as a clear jet of fluid ejects from his pussy to splatter to the shower floor.
“Fucking— that’s it, baby, choking my cock, milking me so good, just a little bit more—”
Miya wails, squirting forcefully again as Kojiro pulls him down hard on his cock.
“Good boy,” Kojiro growls. “Fucking take it, it’s all yours—good boy squirting for Daddy—”
Kojiro’s breath leaves him as he starts to come in heavy, throbbing pulses.
Miya’s body is so tense he’s shaking, squirting over and over as he milks Kojiro for everything he’s got.
Miya’s orgasm trails off around the same time as Kojiro’s, giving a few last weak squirts before he slumps all at once.
Kojiro fucks into Miya’s boneless body a few more times, eking out the last drops of his own orgasm. He sits back with a satisfied groan, switching off the handheld and wrapping his arms tight around Miya, keeping him snug in his lap under the warm spray, enjoying the random post-orgasm twitching of Miya’s pussy around his cock as he slowly softens inside him.
“Mmmm…w’na k’p it,” Miya mumbles, head lolling on Kojiro’s shoulder.
“What was that, baby?”
“Wanna keep your cum.” He noses at Kojiro’s jaw, placing a kiss there. “Can I keep it, please Kojiro?”
Kojiro swears lowly, his spent cock giving a valiant twitch before slipping out.
“Yeah, baby, give me one sec.” He extricates himself from beneath Miya, setting him gently back down on the shower bench. “Keep your hips up and I’ll be right back.”
When Kojiro returns with the thick silicone plug, Miya has rolled onto his front on the bench with his knees beneath him, ass in the air. Kojiro pauses for a moment, just taking in the sight, the way the water from the overhead shower rolls down his soft skin, how the position emphasizes the dip of his little waist and plushness of his ass.
As Kojiro watches, Miya’s pussy clenches and a dribble of white drools out. If Kojiro was a younger man, the visual would be more than enough to prime him for another round. As it is, he commits it to memory, watching his cum slide down Miya’s puffy lips before he reaches out to scoop it up with his thumb.
“Careful, baby, you’re about to lose some,” he teases, pushing it back in. Miya clenches again around the tip of his thumb.
Miya whines, deepening the arch of his back. “Noo,” he mumbles into his arms where his head is resting. “Put it in, Kojiro, hurry!”
It’s somehow even hotter that this isn’t even part of the roleplay, that Miya just loves being stuffed with cum that much.
“Shh, baby, don’t worry I’ll take care of you.” Kojiro palms Miya’s ass, pulling his pussy open with his thumb and touching the tip of the plug to his entrance.
The push is smooth up until the widest part, which flares out to slightly larger than Kojiro’s own cock. Miya always has to work a little to take this plug, but once he gets it in, it’s his favorite for keeping himself stretched and full.
“Ah ah,” Kojiro chastises gently when Miya goes too tense to push it in any further, hissing out a breath through his teeth. “Keep your pussy nice and soft for me, that’s a good boy. Take a nice deep breath and let it out for me, there you go.”
Kojiro pushes as Miya exhales and seats the plug fully in one smooth motion. Miya moans long and low, the pretty jeweled base of the plug shifting as he clenches around it.
“Good job,” Kojiro says warmly, stroking over Miya’s lower back. “Feels good to have something nice and thick to squeeze around, huh?”
Miya hums in response, wiggling his butt happily.
Kojiro chuckles. “Glad to hear it.”
He cuts the water off and grabs a towel, scooping Miya up and bundling him into it. Before he’s even done scrubbing a hand towel through Miya’s dripping hair, the boy’s eyes are drooping closed.
“Am I losing you already?” Kojiro laughs fondly.
Miya nuzzles his head into Kojiro’s chest. “Mm.”
“Ok, princess. Nap time it is, then.” He presses a kiss to his forehead, Miya’s breathing going deep and even before Kojiro’s even set him down in bed.
***
The sound of low voices on either side of him gently break through the warm fog of sleep.
“You know punishments are supposed to be something he doesn’t like, right?” It’s Kaoru, voice dry.
On his other side, Kojiro scoffs. “What, he shows up in his little hoodie saying ‘Daddy can you help me’ and you want me to say no? Get real.”
Miya smiles into his pillow at the same time cool fingertips begin to card lightly through his hair.
“Plus,” Kojiro continues, “it’s not like you even told me he was in trouble.”
“I texted and called, you buffoon!” Kaoru’s words are sharp, but his efforts to keep his voice low only make him sound fond.
“I- what?” There’s a slight jostle against his side before Kojiro’s voice reads out, “‘Our little kitten has been an incorrigible brat today. Since I’m at work now, he’ll probably come to you. He’ll want to come; don’t let him. As a matter of fact, he’ll be very sensitive so don’t even touch his pussy at all.’ …Oh.”
“‘Oh’ indeed. And you not only let him come, but let him come how much?”
“I—a lot.”
“A lot,” Kaoru agrees.
“If it helps my case, once I got it out of him that he was in trouble with you, I overstimulated him into squirting?”
Kaoru laughs softly, and the hand in Miya’s hair travels down his back to lightly squeeze his ass and then to feel over the plug stuffing his pussy. “It might have, except then you gave him his absolute favorite thing and came inside him and plugged him up with it.”
Miya can’t help his gasp as the fingers on the plug start playing with it, lightly pushing and pulling on it, making it rub right over his spot.
”How will he ever learn like that, Kojiro?”
Another hand lands on him, warm and broad, palming at his ass. “Well…” Kojiro says slowly. “We’ll just have to do better the next time he’s a brat.” The hand on his ass squeezes harder. “It’s not like we won’t get another opportunity. But it’s too late for this time…so you might as well have some for yourself, hm?”
Kaoru snorts out a laugh. “You know, gorilla, that’s the first sensible thing you’ve said to me.”
With his body still soft and relaxed from sleep, when the fingers begin to pull on the plug, his pussy releases it with only a little effort.
There’s a shuffle, the covers shifted away from his lower half as two pairs of hands spread his legs for him and a body situates itself between them. Miya helps just a little, tilting his hips just enough to let the blunt head of a cock catch against his entrance.
Warm and surrounded, he’s allowed to just float there in the pleasure of Kaoru taking his own pleasure from his body. Kojiro’s hand sneaks beneath him and brings him to a gentle but toe-curling orgasm that makes Kaoru swear under his breath as his own orgasm pulses into Miya’s eager cunt.
He’s plugged again without even having to ask, and drifts back off with two sets of lips in his hair.