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squamosal:

It was always the same.

Once-ler would grunt and huff as he tugged and yanked at his Lusus, soft whines humming up his throat like a small song strung with ‘please’ and ‘not yet’. He wouldn’t let up until Armdad bled a mighty sigh of defeat and allowed the young troll to guide large velvet-encased hands with his own smaller ones. He drug them against his horns, between his legs, over his clothes – which Armdad took care to begin unbuttoning one by one, piece by piece, before Once-ler grew impatient and hastily ripped them apart.

With that kind of attitude being thrown at him, his Lusus got the point, a deep growl thundering from the shadows as one hand smoothed over Once-ler’s side, the other sliding its middle finger along the damp slit of his nook. Armdad let out a low exhale when Once-ler gasped, his hand gripping the one on his chest as the tip of a bright green bulge slipped out. “You’re incorrigible, wriggler.”

Sharp teeth gnawed at a lower lip as the troll arched into his Lusus’ hands, uncaring that one wrong squeeze, one careless move could easily crush his bones. His hornbeds were buzzing along with the constant roll of a purr in his chest, bulge curling and squeezing around Armdad’s thumb as genetic material dripped between Once-ler’s quivering thighs. “♪♫ Ah, ahhn! ♪♫” He let his mouth drop open so a delighted melody of moans and purrs and sighs spilled past his lips. They quirked at the corner in a bare half-smile, knowing and teasing as his gloved fingers dug into the meat of his leg. “♪♫ Then why don’t you,” he splintered off in a groan when a fingertip dipped inside his nook, smile slipping as his bulge tightened with a wet squelch and his brow furrowed in pleasure, “stop ♪♫”

Not a question.

A dare.

With a snort, Armdad moved the finger lodged inside the troll in small circles, causing him to jerk forward with a violent, trembling gasp. His Lusus stroked his thumb down the bumps of Once-ler’s spine, pushing gently into his lower back to get him to arch forward again. A fresh spill of bright green splashed onto his palm before Armdad raised that same hand, tugging his thumb free from Once-ler’s bulge, and slipped a material-coated finger between his parted lips. “Hush.”

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His arms were sore and his neck was rubbed raw but as usual, stop was not a word that Once-ler ever gave a thought to. Such a feeble little notion was always overshadowed by bigger, better things like more, more, more. He bucked his hips into the gloved hands on him, jerking his own against the thneed binding them, more out of frustration than actually wanting freedom.  “Hurry up old timer, damn!”


White smoke streamed past the lips of a shadowed figure, leaving one word to hang beneath a small artificial sky, “Patience.”


“Fuck patience!” Once-ler lifted his head, squinted one blue eye as he glared down at the figure. You’d think he’d be pissed about not seeing the guy, but he preferred it like this. Big business had no face - it was power and title and that’s just what he liked. That’s just what he wanted. “Fast, here, now - that’s how I roll, so get with the program or I’m gonnAH!” His head flew back again, smacking rather painfully against the floor as those gloves gave him one rough stroke through the cloth of his underwear.


The figure rubbed his thumb along the outline of Once-ler’s erection, pulsing and needy as he reached over to yank at the boy’s tie, forcing him up a bit. His cigar bobbed slightly as he spoke, “You really have no business ordering me about.” He let the tie slide from his fingers, slipping them downward to roll a pink nipple beneath his thumb before pinching it tightly. “I don’t want your mouth open unless it’s around a shout.”


Once-ler’s legs jerked out of reaction, toes curling in his socks. God, he hated it when that fuck rhymed. Mostly because it was starting to rub off on him. “Shut up,” he growled.


Chuckling, the figure plucked his cigar from his mouth, running his other hand along the soft inside of Once-ler’s thigh. “You’re going to burn out quick with an attitude like this, you know.” He tapped the cigar, red and gray ashes sprinkling down over freckled skin before he pressed the hot end against it in a long, drawn out ssss.


The gasp might as well have been ripped from Once-ler’s throat. His numbing fingers clenched into fists as his back arched sharply, pain slicing through his nerves and feeling more like pleasure than it should. “Who cares,” he rasped, brow furrowing over blue eyes rolled back and a grin that was slanted and far too wide. “I’ll burn out blazing.”

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Kiba laid his forehead on Ino’s shoulder, grunting softly when she arched her back away from his chest and into Naruto’s, forcing both their cocks deeper inside her. Wait no, fuck, Naruto wasn’t in this. Naruto was not one quivering naked body away from his own, with his dick hardly an inch away from Kiba’s. “Shit,” he rasped, knowing full and well that his best friend was just one peek over Ino’s shoulder, which he fucking refused to look over. But his presence was really hard to ignore when he could feel the occasional brush of their legs – not smooth like hers, not one fucking bit, but still sent sparks blazing through his nerves all the same – or the way the mattress creaked and groaned every time he snapped his hips up in unison with Kiba’s.

God.

He moved his lips to the nape of Ino’s neck, parting her hair with his nose and letting his eyes slip shut.

Naruto wasn’t much different below him. He tried to focus on Ino’s face, her pretty flushed cheeks and half-lidded aquamarine eyes, but every now and then he’d catch a glimpse of Kiba’s shaggy head or a tan, muscular arm between the cascades of Ino’s hair on both sides of him. A small furrow creased his brow as she shut his eyes, digging his fingers into Ino’s waist and thrusting a little more harshly into her than he’d meant to, and then felt Kiba’s balls brush against his dick and for a moment, every goddamn muscle in his body froze up with a sharp gasp.

Fuck.

It was really weird to think about them fucking at the same time, but luckily there wasn’t much room for thinking. Or unluckily. Depended how you looked at it. All Naruto knew was every time Ino squeezed around his cock it was so good he made noises he used to only associate with pain, and then Kiba, fuck, he’d make those noises too, and Naruto swore the ache it caused in his body pierced him right to the bone.  

Between them, Ino was literally trembling with the pleasure of being filled to brink. But when Naruto froze up, she noticed, and opened one eye in a squint to find him with his own screwed shut beneath her, and Kiba’s face buried against the back of her neck, his breathing shallow, quick, and hot on her skin.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out these two morons were trying to pretend the other didn’t exist right now, and that just wasn’t going to work. In Ino’s point of view, this was team effort. Plus, if they were too busy avoiding eye contact, then they weren’t performing at their best here, and if she was letting them put their cocks inside her then she expected nothing less than the best in return.

She leaned down, pressing her chest against Naruto’s as her mouth parted over his. “Naruto~,” she sing-songed, rocking her hips back into both of them.

Naruto shuddered, his knees drawing up and knocking clumsily into hers and Kiba’s, his reply a little breathless, “Yeah?”

“Do me a favor,” Ino whispered, rubbing her thumb over Naruto’s cheek. A low moan bled out of her when she reached back with her other hand, tangling her fingers through brown hair and using the hold to tug their other partner down with her, over her shoulder. “And kiss Kiba.”

Whatever spare blood they had rushed to both men’s cheeks, coloring them completely red. Kiba was the first to protest, “Like hell I’m kissin’ this loser!”

“Fuck you, dog breath!”

“Hey!” Ino clenched her insides, effectively shutting both of them up with ragged gasps. Only these two could possibly keep the sense to argue during a time like this. She tugged at Kiba’s hair with one hand and squished Naruto’s cheeks with the other, rolling her hips languidly. “Kiss him,” she demanded.

There was a deadlock between the three of them for a moment. Naruto decided to break it with a long exhale and pushed himself up on his elbows.

Ino watched as blue eyes narrowed at Kiba, who was still red-faced and utterly still with a curled lip and an expression that read I fucking dare you, Uzumaki.

Naruto had never been one to back down from one of those.

He lurched forward and caught his friend’s mouth with his own, Ino watching out of the corner of her eye as she leaned against Naruto’s chest, a small smile on her lips at the gruff ‘mph!’ Kiba made. She literally had to hold back a laugh when Naruto pulled back and Kiba instinctively followed after his mouth, before catching himself and looking away with a huff, his nails digging into Ino’s hips.

“There,” she chimed, and followed Naruto’s tongue with her fingertip when it swept over his bottom lip; picking up whatever taste Kiba had left behind. Her eyes lidded, smug, as she ran her hand through Naruto’s hair, pushing his bangs back as she smirked over her shoulder at Kiba, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”