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Sweet, sweet release. Serizawa was still sleepily fisting his cock to work out the last of his orgasm, Reigen and Dimple lying in a twitching trance as cum dried on their belly, while the distant sound of running water sounded through the apartment. The trio had hardly noticed their fourth compatriot’s disappearance by the time he reappeared from the bathroom, ejaculate already cleaned from his tattooed skin as he snapped them all from their post-coital reveries.
“For you,” Takuya cooed, passing Serizawa a glass of tap water, “and for you--” for Reigen, a damp washcloth--“and for you, Dimple…” The man bent to kiss Reigen’s decorated cheek, right in the middle of their undead partner’s ruddy spot. In Reigen’s voice, the spirit laughed.
“You’re an angel, Takuya,” Reigen rejoined.
“Just trying to save you picking my spunk out of your pubes again,” Takuya told him. “Katsuya, you all good?”
Finishing draining his glass, the psychic let out a satisfied sigh. “I’m very well, Takuya. Thank you.”
Their caretaker alit back on the bed between his lovers, and Reigen outstretched a hand, expression implicative. Takuya chuckled, placed his fingers in the offered palm, and instantly felt a jitter run through him as Dimple traveled from Reigen’s body to his.
“Get sick of me?” Reigen murmured.
“Sick of not being able to admire how good you look all fucked up like this, maybe,” Dimple purred back, easily finding his tone in Takuya’s familiar voice. “Climb up, handsome.”
With a chuckle, Reigen yielded, shuffled into repose in Dimple’s awaiting arms. The spirit, in turn, leaned back into Katsuya’s open embrace, and the four piled onto one another with Takuya warm and happy--if a bit squished--in the middle of it all.
Feel good, sweet cheeks? Takuya asked internally, feeling a sort of offbeat pulse in his chest that denoted Dimple’s acknowledgement.
“So good,” the spirit hummed. “ Sooooo good.”
Takuya snickered. “I’m glad.” And glad he remained until his partners began to nod off one-by-one, leaving him alone with a ghost sleeping somewhere in his ribcage and at least three numb, sparkling limbs.
-
The scene wasn’t rare. The night prior, Takuya and Dimple found themselves in an awkward skew between Serizawa and Reigen: Takuya’s hips were balanced on Serizawa’s thighs as the larger man thrust into them, and Reigen balanced atop theirs, riding them in effortless rhythm with the fucking occurring below. It was Serizawa who fetched the washcloths, seeing as nothing was leaking out of his orifices, but still the group found themselves coddled by their eldest partner, Dimple notwithstanding. Leaving a veritable trail of ejaculate behind him (“You’re the world’s sexiest snail,” Dimple said, newly possessing a near-catatonic Reigen), Takuya slowly made his way between the others, stroking their sweaty hair and wiping errant fluids from their bodies and surrounding bedspreads.
“Lie down, Taku,” Dimple scolded him, raising one of Reigen’s legs up to let Takuya finger the cum from his stretched hole nonetheless.
“Sorry, sweetheart.” Takuya leaned down to kiss the spirit’s hip. “I’m like a shark. I’ll die if I don’t fiddle around.”
“Like death’s an excuse,” Dimple scoffed, craning to wrap Reigen’s arms around Takuya’s neck and pull him down into a lazy embrace.
Neither Dimple nor Reigen noticed, but even as they lay in Takuya’s arms, the yakuza couldn’t help reaching out to wick sweat from a sleeping Serizawa’s shoulder with his thumb.
The comment was a joke, and everyone was too grateful to question it, but sometimes Reigen, Serizawa, and Dimple really did separately wonder whether Takuya would cease to be without his nurturing instinct. He was a father, after all, not that anybody suspected Tome Kurata received the same level of doting her dad’s partners were subject to. While hanging back on a job with Serizawa and Tome one afternoon, Dimple turned to Reigen and offhandedly supposed that Takuya’s need to parent came from Tome’s utter self-sufficiency.
“In some fucked up, Freudian way, he’s dumping all his leftover parenting needs on us,” the spirit cracked.
“ Ew, Dimple.” Reigen hid his laughter behind a hand.
“What, are you gonna make him stop?”
“Fuck no. I might have to find a way to make you stop talking, though--”
Just as the conman snatched the spirit up, Dimple smacked a hand against his lips, beet red. “No lovey-dovey shit on the clock, you indecent son of a bitch.”
And that was the end of their theorizing on the subject of Takuya.
Considering his happy-go-lucky attitude, none of them questioned his thrill at the chance to care for the trio. Any curiosities quickly drifted, and life went on.
-
Five o’clock. On the way out of the office and down the street, burnt orange in the setting sunlight, Reigen dialed a particular contact.
The phone rang once, twice, three times--and then a husky voice appeared on the other line, lazy and loose.
“Hiya.”
“Hey there,” Reigen replied, feeling himself smile. “It’s been a couple. How’s work?”
“Uneventful. Got into a little shootout with a subsidiary drug ring yesterday.” The telltale hiss of a cigarette pull, and proceeding puff of exhaled smoke. “But today’s been quiet.”
“Christ, Takuya; would you retire and come work with the rest of us already? If you die, Dimple’s gonna have to uproot and make the move into Serizawa or I, and I don’t think we’re the kind of pad he’s after.” That came out wrong. He shook his head and added, “not to mention we’d be, y’know, displeased.”
Takuya chuckled. “Yeah, I bet you would. Can’t exactly retire from the yakuza, ‘Taka.”
“Anyways. Wanna come over when you’re out?”
“Your place?”
“Sure.”
Takuya took another audible drag. “I’ll be there in thirty.”
Reigen washed up in the meantime. Took a few minutes to clip his nails and shove the dirty laundry into his closet from its previous place on the edge of the bed, lit a candle to wash out the apartment’s distinctive scent of having been lived in by a very sweaty recovering nicotine addict. He’d got it on clearance in time for the season: potpourri and pine, saccharine and spicy.
“You fellas baking me a loaf of pumpkin bread, or is someone trying to cover up a particularly rancid shit?” Takuya’s attention was directed elsewhere as he entered--down at the spare key between his fingers, and then around the kitchen. When Reigen poked his head from the bedroom, they met eyes, exchanged smirks.
“Neither, asshole,” Reigen said, stepping out and into Takuya’s arms. He leaned up on his tiptoes to press a quick kiss into the yakuza’s lips, fingers fisting in his rumpled suit jacket.
Takuya narrowed his eyes. “That’s not Dimple in there. He’s not around?”
“Dimple’s on Mob duty tonight.”
“Katsuya?”
“Out with night school friends. It’s just you and me.” Reigen stepped back, just a little. “That’s okay, right?”
Takuya didn’t look disappointed, or anything like that. Just perplexed. “Sure. I just--I mean, whatever. Of course it’s okay.” He tried to lean back in for another kiss, but Reigen stopped him with a hand held against his chest.
The conman quirked his head aside, skeptical.
Takuya blinked blankly back down at him.
“What is it?” Reigen asked.
“What’s what?”
Reigen just gave him a look.
Finally, Takuya huffed “It’s nothing. I’m just not used to hanging out with you or Serizawa solo. Feels kinda weird without Dimple here.”
“You don’t need him as a buffer,” Reigen laughed gently. “Takuya, you’ve been seeing me just as long as Dimple has. If anyone’s got the right to feel a little roped in, it’s Katsuya.”
Takuya nodded.
“Hey,” Reigen said, reaching up to rest a palm on the taller man’s cheek. “Dimple’s not the only sucker in this relationship that loves you.”
“I know,” Takuya exhaled.
“So--”
“So…” Suddenly Reigen had been swept up into the other man’s arms, legs tangled desperately around his backside as he let out a surprised laugh. “What do you want me to do to you?”
Reigen pressed a kiss into Takuya’s neck. One turned into many, and he found his back against the kitchen wall. “Exactly this.”
Takuya rolled his hips, landed a long grind between Reigen’s thighs. Reigen grasped at Takuya’s back, awkwardly shifting his jacket down his shoulders.
“Alright, hold on,” Takuya laughed. He set the conman down and hastily tore his jacket off, unbuttoned his white shirt to reveal the technicolor tattoos underneath. “You wanna do this here?”
“Better not. One of us is probably gonna fuck up our backs if we try to bone upright,” Reigen said resignedly. “Take me to bed, big guy.”
Unceremoniously (and ignoring Reigen’s scandalized cackles), Takuya swept Reigen up in his arms and carried him wedding-style to his bedroom, dumping him on the duvet and leaning over his skewed body to pull off his suit piece-by-piece. All throughout, they shared intermittent kisses, Reigen grasping at Takuya’s dark hair and the muscles of his back for stability.
“You want me to fuck you nice and hard, or should I make it--” the yazuka reached between Reigen’s legs to palm at his dick through his boxers--“torturously slow?”
“Easy, boy. We’ve got all night,” Reigen laughed. He nudged Takuya off and spread his legs wide, heels hooked loosely around his partner’s hips. Takuya didn’t hesitate to dip back between his thighs, pulling Reigen’s boxers down to free his half-hard cock.
“This easy enough for ya?” Takuya purred.
“Not what I had in mind,” Reigen told him, breathless, “but I’m not about to stop you.”
His mind practically left his body at the first sensation of wet lips sucking over the head, scrolling easily down his shaft ‘till a pointed nose nudged at his pubes.
“ Fuck , Taku, you’re so good at this…” Reigen felt himself buck once before forcing his hips to still; the yakuza grasped his waist with both hands to encourage him. “I-I don’t want to get that close already. I haven’t even gotten to touch you yet.”
Takuya popped off Reigen’s dick with a slick sound. “I’m willing to wait around if you are. And anyways, you wouldn’t have called me over if you didn’t have some--” patiently, Takuya stroked a tight hand up Reigen’s dick--“needs.”
Reigen chuckled, ran a hand over his face. “You’ve got me there.”
Making as if he were about to carry on sucking and then pausing, still fisting Reigen’s cock, Takuya smiled. “You know, Dimple loves doing this more than he’d ever let on.”
“Sucking dick?” Reigen scoffed.
“Sucking your dick. Sees it as a kind of exaltation when he’s really into it.”
Exaltation, huh? Reigen liked the sound of that--his cock did, too, if the heady twitch it gave in Takuya’s slow-moving hand was any indication.
“Taking you so deep ‘till he’s choking on you, feeling you clamp down on our head between your thighs…”
In spite of himself, in spite of the dizzying want building up in his pelvis, Reigen poked a scrutinizing eye down at his companion. “And what about you?”
“What about me?”
“How do you like it?”
Takuya hesitated, grinning. For a second, his thumb dug just this side of too hard into Reigen’s slit, and the conman gave a weak convulsion.
“Let me show you,” Takuya murmured. His mouth sank back down on Reigen’s cock, wet and tight, tugging on his skin. A deft tongue made broad against the underside worked to sidle his foreskin down the shaft, exposing skin so sensitive every drip of saliva or brush of white teeth felt like electricity. Takuya sucked, drew himself up Reigen’s cock so tightly and tediously that the two needed to find each other’s hands on the bedspread for stability.
“Fuck; f-fuck, that’s so-- oh,” Reigen gasped. Screw it. He let himself rock his hips upwards into Takuya’s waiting mouth, gripping the man gently between his thighs and fucking his face in short, even thrusts. With every buck, vocalizations--light and airy at first and then husky, aggressive. “ Yes, yes, yes .”
He couldn’t help himself: Reigen thought of his spirit, usually so brash and jesting. But Takuya was right; Dimple became somebody new at Reigen’s feet, kneeling as if in prayer with a pleading gaze until Reigen finally gave him what he wanted.
What he deserved, too. Sharp, punishing thrusts that made his jaw ache, pulled moans from his throat until it flooded with Reigen’s cum.
“ Dimple, ” the conman breathed, hips rising one last time as he spilled into Takuya’s mouth.
Oh, shit. Takuya.
The yakuza pulled back and swallowed, looking entirely pleased with himself (and not in any way… what, downtrodden? Cuckolded?).
“Sorry, I meant--y-you just put him in my head, and--sorry. Sorry,” Reigen panted.
Takuya laughed, gave Reigen a pat on the thigh. “I don’t care. You wouldn’t be able to tell us apart that easily nowadays.”
Reigen shot him a look. “Save color, quantity of hair, level of undress, size, whether you’ve got two big spots on your cheeks--”
“You know what I mean,” Takuya snapped back, still light and smirking. He leaned down to draw a kiss from Reigen’s lips.
“Sorry for coming so quick,” Reigen muttered into his mouth.
“My fault entirely.” Another kiss, and another, each growing deeper. Soon Reigen’s arms were wrapped around Takuya’s neck, pulling him down over his body.
“You want me to return the favor?” Reigen pled softly--secretly a bit desperate to make up for his shameful flub not two minutes prior.
“I want you to feel good, too,” Takuya answered easily.
“I just did feel good. Let’s get even.”
“I’ve got a better idea.”
Takuya slid a wide hand under Reigen’s back and flipped him gently over, yielding an amused huff in response. He slid Reigen’s boxers the rest of the way down his legs and then used a gentle hand to part them, palming at Reigen’s ass with its opposite.
“This is so unfair,” Reigen complained. “Doesn’t anybody ever get to do you any favors?”
“I don’t need any favors. I’ve got the best two bottoms this side of the prime meridian and one damn fine top, too.”
“All of whom love you very dearly and think you deserve to be treated as much as you do them,” Reigen remind him, perhaps a bit too dotingly.
“Of course,” Takuya whispered into Reigen’s back, absent. He probably didn’t think Reigen caught that. “This is okay, isn’t it?”
Reigen sighed into his pillow, arms folded under his head. Too long spent without Takuya’s dick after getting so accustomed to it left one with a very unpleasant emptiness; Dimple had contended with him on this many times. Reigen couldn’t resist a good fuck, even after such a fantastic orgasm.
“Go on, then. Do your worst,” Reigen murmured, raising his ass up from the bedspread to leave it exposed and hanging before Takuya, legs splayed on either side of him. Takuya whistled, which Reigen couldn’t help laughing at.
Lube was retrieved from the bedside table drawer, fingers were coaxed one-by-one into Reigen’s hole to prep him for the cock to come: nowhere near as thick as Serizawa’s, but significantly more practiced--brutally fast, delectably long and far-reaching. There were three fingers buried to the knuckle in Reigen’s ass by the time he lost his patience, begged Takuya to fuck him already. In part, it was greed--but Takuya was not an inattentive lover; even just his fingers felt unfathomably good as they scissored and stretched and knocked against Reigen’s prostate. Mostly, Reigen was starting to feel a little guilty.
When they were with the others, one of their party leading the charge and neglecting himself was easy enough to ignore--Reigen had Dimple to think about, with all his picky reservations and hesitance to express his nerves. Then there was Serizawa: painfully enthusiastic, but still inexperienced and self-conscious after all this time.
Takuya held it all upright. Prepped them beforehand and cleaned up afterwards. Praised them, coddled them--called Dimple pet names the spirit wouldn’t tolerate from anybody else, caterwauled encouragingly like a bitch in heat when Serizawa so much as stroked his dick, fucked Reigen again and again and again until the conman was certain he could feel cum all the way up in his stomach.
And, God, they just couldn’t resist . Takuya was amazing at what he did. Flawless, really. How could any of them take the time to attend to their beloved fourth when he was just so goddamn smooth?
Reigen barely noticed the cockhead at his stretched entrance until it slipped in, long, rock-hard shaft following along behind it. He groaned into the sheets, leaned back instinctively to let Takuya thrust ever deeper.
“You like that?” Takuya asked roughly. “Feel good?”
“Yeah,” Reigen mumbled. Because it really did--enough to make him forget about everything for just a moment. And then Takuya started thrusting, cockhead clipping over Reigen’s prostate with each piston of his muscular hips, and it was all gone from Reigen’s mind. Whatever had been plaguing him could wait. For now, all that mattered was Takuya’s dick, buried to the base inside him. The sweaty heat of their proximity, the rare softness of the freshly washed sheets beneath his face. Reigen cried out airily with each thrust, toes curling, fingers furling in fabric.
“You feel so good, ‘Taka; being so good for me--take it, take it--”
“Takuya,” Reigen gasped. “F-fuck me; f-f-fuck--”
Sometimes Reigen wondered if Takuya knew his body even better than Dimple did. The angle was always perfect, the speed just quick enough to leave Reigen breathless without stealing any of the overwhelming pleasure away in haste. Just like that, his dick gave a painful twitch and spurted what little ejaculate was left inside him before riding straight on through towards another orgasm a handful of thrusts later, this one dry. Finally Takuya buckled, panting as he coated Reigen’s walls with cum. They sat stuck like that for what felt like ages, Takuya bent over Reigen’s back like a breeding stud, Reigen splayed out and arched beneath him.
“I’ve gotta… pull out,” Takuya huffed, breathless as he lay a quick kiss between Reigen’s shoulders. “You’ll hurt your back if you stay like this too long.”
“Caretaker Takuya strikes again,” Reigen moaned, letting out a gasp as Takuya’s cock slipped from him and let cum spill down his thighs. He fell sideways, sighed, brushed sweaty bangs back from his forehead.
“Can’t help myself,” Takuya cooed, giving his own face a quick wipe with his forearm. He leaned down to give Reigen a peck on the lips and made to stand, hobble off to the bathroom for a towel, water, God knew what else--but Reigen gripped his wrist, pulled tight.
“What is it?” Takuya murmured warmly.
“Stay,” Reigen whimpered. “For once, let the mess we made just… be there. I wanna hold you.”
The yakuza laughed, surprise in his intonation. He yielded at once and lay at Reigen’s side, wrapping the smaller man up in his arms and painting kisses up and down his neck and collar. “I’m sorry. Force of habit.”
“I know,” Reigen whispered. “You shouldn’t have to be the responsible one all the time.”
“And having cum and lube all over your sheets won’t bother you?”
“Not nearly as much as watching you stumble around my bedroom when you’ve barely finished--well, finishing. Cut yourself a break.”
Takuya smiled and nodded, but the glint in his eyes was clear--with Reigen, Dimple, and Serizawa, at least, he didn’t know how to do that.
“Were you like this with your partners before?”
Takuya let out an exhaled laugh. “That’s the thing, Arataka; I didn’t have partners before. There were just strangers, and my wife before that. And I was too young and stupid to take up much chivalry with her, so… no. Not in the slightest.”
Reigen hesitated. Traced Takuya’s tattoos with a curled finger: white snakes, red roses, green foliage, black shadows.
“Do you love us? Dimple and Serizawa and I?”
“So much it makes me nauseous sometimes,” Takuya chuckled. “You’re perfect, ‘Taka, all of you. My angels.”
That gave Reigen a start--usually only Dimple was subject to such verbal sweetness.
“Do you believe we love you?”
“Of course.”
If Reigen wasn’t so attuned to speech patterns--if he hadn’t technically based his business on the human habits of conviction--he wouldn’t have noticed the minute hesitation before Takuya replied.
But he did.
The plan practically formed itself: Takuya would stay the night; they’d share breakfast, and head out, part ways at the intersection between their districts on the way to work. At Spirits & Such, Reigen would convene with Dimple and Serizawa, and they’d hatch the next steps in tandem.
Some points needed to be proven, evidently, and no one was better suited to prove them than the men (and ghost) that Takuya loved best.
-
“What do you mean he doesn’t think we love him?” Dimple spat, incensed pallor betraying utter devastation. It hurt Reigen to witness. “I practically live inside him! All he ever hears in there is how fucking inept he makes me!”
“It’s not that he doesn’t think we love him,” Reigen replied gently. “I’m just not sure he’s able to parse what that entails.”
“The fuck does that mean?” Dimple was buzzing around in agitated circles in the air above Reigen’s head. Silently, Reigen and Serizawa watched him. “One of you call him. Tell him to get his dimwitted ass over here so I can knock him upside the head.”
“Maybe Takuya thinks his place in our relationship is… lesser,” Serizawa explained, glancing at Reigen for confirmation, “which would make sense, I guess. His first exposure to you two was just acting as a placeholder body for you, Dimple. At least, as far as he was aware. Maybe he’s had more trouble getting over that hump than we realize.”
“But… I-I don’t just use him,” Dimple croaked. “Takuya and I hang out on our own all the time, with or without possession. I know I’m not all that great at being affectionate, but… I thought I’d at least done enough to make how much I love the stupid bastard clear.”
“This isn’t just on you,” Reigen comforted the spirit.
Serizawa nodded firmly. “It’s on all of us. We’ve taken his care for granted.”
“So what do we do?” Dimple mumbled, hopeless. “Take him on a romantic weekend getaway?”
“Buy him a fancy dinner?” Reigen chimed in.
Serizawa looked between the two of them. “Takuya spends so much of our time together looking after us. Especially when we, um…” He cleared his throat. “You know. Have sex.”
“Ah.” Reigen raised a brow, smirked at Dimple. “And you’re suggesting we return the favor somehow?”
“It’s occurred to me I don’t really know where Takuya’s tastes lie,” Serizawa admitted, wringing his hands.
“He likes being topped just as much as he does topping, and he seems just as thrilled to be dominated as he is to dominate,” Dimple agreed. “All that in combination with being bi sticks him right in the middle of the spectrum of, like… everything.”
“But what are his kinks?” Reigen asked, splaying his hands pleadingly on the desktop. “You’re the one spending all that time up in his noggin. Surely there’s something he wants to try out on us.”
“You think I’ve got the mental capacity to think about what Takuya’s thinking about when we’re fucking you?” Dimple pled. “Forgive me, Reigen; I’m usually a little preoccupied!”
“Nothing he’s mentioned in passing, even?” Serizawa asked.
Dimple put a little thumb to his chin, brow furrowed.
“Well… there was that time he and I wore lingerie under his clothes at work with Reigen one day. He was pretty hot for that, I guess.”
“He wasn’t the only one,” Reigen muttered, gaze rising up to the ceiling in something like nostalgia.
“Okay. Lingerie. That’s a start,” Serizawa nodded. “We could surprise him by getting all gussied up in lace next time we head over.”
“He likes drawing things out when we’re all together. Switching stuff up for ages before actually letting anybody come,” Reigen pointed out.
“And when it finally happens, he likes making a mess of himself,” Dimple added, voice slowly attaining something like optimism. “If he could only slow down enough after the fact to enjoy it!”
“We’ll have to keep that in mind, too,” Serizawa nodded. “He can’t be made responsible for doting on us once we’ve all finished. He deserves to let himself relax for once.”
“I nearly had to fight him to take a load off and cuddle with me when we spent last night together. I don’t doubt he enjoys looking after us, but he seems just as pleased when he gets to laze around, if not more so,” Reigen sighed.
Serizawa cast the conman a comforting smile. “Obviously this won’t just be a one-off deal. It’s up to us to make sure Takuya knows how loved he is--but, for the time being, I think spoiling him rotten in the sex department makes a good initial statement.”
“Uh--inquiry,” Dimple muttered, raising a hand into the air. “What am I gonna do?”
Reigen folded his arms atop the desk. “You don’t want to possess one of us?”
“I-I want to be fully present, too. Make sure I get the chance to tell Takuya face-to-face how many shits I give about him.” The ghost twiddled his thumbs self consciously. “I know I’m not entirely at fault, but I can’t help thinking my need for a body is at least a bit to blame, so…”
“Dimple,” Serizawa said gently, “just because Takuya has a hard time seeing his place among us doesn’t mean he resents us, least of all you.”
“The guy couldn’t be more madly in love with you, regrettably,” Reigen smiled, leaning his chin on a hand. “Interrupted giving me head last night just to talk about you, the villainous bastard.”
In spite of himself, Dimple snickered cruelly. “Just when I think he can’t get any more perfect.”
“Anyways--” Reigen snuck a sly smile at Serizawa--“if you’d rather not possess Katsu or I, why not store up some energy for a few days so you can bring out the big guns?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Dimple sputtered, face going hot. “Takuya’s only ever seen me in my true form in a context of combat. A-and anyways, I’m pretty sure they don’t make lingerie in my size.”
Reigen and Serizawa chuckled, nodding.
“Well, worth considering,” Reigen shrugged. “Let’s aim for Friday. That gives you three days to charge, Dimple, and leaves the two of us time to get ahold of some sexy duds.”
In convenient punctuation, a quick rap on the office door denoted their first customer of the day. Serizawa and Dimple handled the case with ease; Reigen even managed to swindle the guy into the most expensive exorcism course he offered--but none of them could quite focus on the task at hand.
Not long after the job, Takuya texted.
TK [Sent 11:23AM]: Any trouble walking today?
AR [Sent 11:24AM]: took me ages to get to the office, d-bag. i think i need a wheelchair
AR [Sent 11:24AM]: ;P
TK [Sent 11:26AM]: Haha. Are the others in?
AR [Sent 11:28AM]: saving my ass as per usual. i’ll give em a kiss for you
AR [Sent 11:29AM]: oh also what would you think about all of us dropping by friday night? we’ve got a very special evening planned
TK [Sent 11:34AM]: Well, well, well. There you go screwing my focus @ work today
TK [Sent 11:34AM]: Of course, though. I’ll plan on it.
And, naturally, there was a little red heart accompanying the last message. Reigen couldn’t help smiling, in spite of Dimple’s contemptuous snort that appeared over his shoulder.
“I hope he realizes the heart Emoji doesn’t make him sound sexy in the slightest. Just terribly, terribly corny.”
“Have you ever known Takuya to be anything but?”
“Briefly. You may recall he smacked me across the length of a soccer stadium the first time we officially met.”
Reigen laughed, nodding. Their first official meeting with the man couldn’t have been less indicative of his true character: self-sacrificing in his love and gentle nature.
-
Reigen and Serizawa kept busy over the next three days--Dimple, not so. The spirit lazed with a purpose, taking every opportunity to rest in his partners’ bodies in the form of a warming thrum. In regenerative states like this, he rarely spoke, opting instead to let the possession in question talk at him. He’d spent periods like this with Shigeo, silently calming the boy’s anxieties; presently, he rested in Serizawa and, more commonly, Reigen, feet up on the desk and eyes dropped shut until a customer came in or a question came up.
He shared their bodies when they ate, benefited from nights of much-needed sleep. In the office, Tome and Shigeo watched while Reigen chatted with thin air, knowing Dimple was listening intently inside.
In the meantime, Serizawa went on a mission of his own. Safe to say he’d never been one to frequent, ahem , “adult gift stores”; any and all personal shopping was relegated to his bolder partners or the blessed ease of internet browsing. But lingerie sizing couldn’t be compromised on: the lace fit flush, or it didn’t.
Serizawa couldn’t decide whether companionship would make this task more or less awkward--so, in the end, he settled for something of an in-between.
“You know I’ve never done anything like this before,” he said to the ghost lying dormant in his body, walking down the street with hands crammed in his pockets. “I didn’t even get--I mean, this sort of thing didn’t really even appeal to me before. The kind of pictures and videos I liked looking at were as nude as nude came; no frills, no fuss.”
Distantly, some small hum of acknowledgement from Dimple, deep within.
“I’m not even sure I’ll look very good in such feminine stuff. Not that I don’t think other guys like me wouldn’t, but--” Serizawa shook his head before Dimple had the chance to reply, if he was ever planning to. “I’m being silly. What matters is that we make an effort for Takuya, and anyways, if you were really awake in there, you’d tell me I look good no matter what I wear.” In spite of himself, the psychic let out a chuckle. “I can hear it now. ‘Buckass naked or dressed up in a multi-layer ballgown, Katsu-chan, you’ll always be the sexiest thing in the room.’ You can cheer me up like nobody else.”
With the vague, drowsy thump of Dimple’s encouragement encompassing his body, Serizwa practically strutted towards his destination: one of those feminist, trans-friendly sex shops that sold packers and binders and books called The Ethical Slut. Serizawa felt horribly out of place--but then, glancing around at the other customers, he didn’t think any of them looked like they particularly belonged, either. Everyone made themselves small, glanced around awkwardly before quietly testing vibrators or thwacking dildos against their arms.
You’d like it in here if you were awake , Serizawa thought in Dimple’s direction.
To his surprise, a sleepy voice emerged from deep within his consciousness. I’m awake. Just watching.
Knowing this, Serizawa felt his heart flutter. Virtually alone in a sex shop with his paranormal partner! The thought of Dimple silently observing as he stuffed himself into a changing room and tried on lingerie over his underpants was almost--
It ain’t kinky if I’m half-sedated, Katsu. Don’t let me distract you.
Serizawa stifled a snort, disguising his laughter with feigned attentiveness towards the bachelorette gifts.
Something tells me you wouldn’t let Reigen walk out of here without a bag of gummy penises, he thought.
No response, though he felt a little wave of humor wash through him all the same.
You know I’m not so weak to your pleas, though. Testing a tone of haughtiness.
I seem to remember Reigen saying something about staying celibate ‘till Friday, Katsu; you’re making that awfully difficult.
Serizawa laughed aloud, embarrassingly so, before making for the back of the store. The walls were stacked with partial mannequins in ornate undergarments: seductive reds, blacks, whites; some were bejeweled, others embroidered with technicolor roses. A little postcard taped to the wall politely (desperately) confirmed Serizawa’s suspicion that etiquette requested he try on the offerings over his boxers.
“Where do I even begin?” he muttered, hopeless. “I bet you’d have all kinds of ideas.”
Silence. It seemed Dimple had, no pun intended, opted to ghost him entirely.
“I bet you’d want me to try on that one,” Serizawa said, nodding towards a full-body piece bedazzled with rhinestones in all colors of the rainbow, sparkly streamers cascading from each transparent sleeve, “but if Reigen were here, he’d probably tell me to approach it the same way I would buying any other clothes. I already know I look okay in black, so…”
He glanced around the metric ton of garments in tasteful black, some delicate, loping with lace; others fashioned with tight bars of ribbon. Self-conscious, Serizawa tugged away the collar of his tee-shirt to glance down at the swaths of curly hair painting his whole body.
“I guess lace that’s too thin would blend into my hair unless I took the time to shave,” Serizawa confessed, “and that’s certainly not happening. I mean, unless Takuya really likes hairless guys. Reigen doesn’t have much body hair, and--oh, you don’t have any, Dimple! Maybe he really does--”
Serizawa stopped himself, took a deep breath.
“‘Relax, Katsuya.’ That’s what you’d say. ‘All the rest of us ever talk about is how much we love your hair.’”
Resolutely, Serizawa snatched three hangers bearing simple pieces woven with thick black strands of silk in their largest size. He scurried into the nearest changing room and began to strip, potently aware of Dimple’s presence and averting his eyes from the wall mirror as best he could.
“And here I thought tying a necktie was tough,” he grumbled, fumbling with the complicated garment until he was certain his fingers had found leg holes. It took two tries to step inside without getting tangled up. Slowly, Serizawa began to pull the piece up his body, noticing that a few conspicuous lines of silk framed--nay, nearly choked his groin in a superbly indecent way. He was as red as a beet by the time he’d donned the lingerie’s spaghetti strap sleeves and approximated a few little bowties at either shoulder.
Then he steeled his courage, turned to look himself up and down in the mirror.
“W-well,” he clucked, a bit shocked by the sight. He looked like a voodoo doll all tied up like this, straps placed carefully so as to squeeze his package into a dirty-looking bulge and draw attention in little diamond-shaped windows to his nipples. Before Serizawa could think to scrutinize the fit, a burst of green exploded from his body, and floating between himself and the mirror was Dimple--bigger than usual; burning brighter.
“You look fucking incredible, ” the ghost peppered, hands at his grinning face.
Palm slapped over his own mouth as he blushed, Serizawa waved his free hand at the spirit to shoo him. “Hush!” he hissed. “Aren’t you supposed to be having down-time?”
“Well, sure, but have a look at me,” Dimple cooed, slinging one arm around Serizawa’s neck and reaching out with the other to pluck the fabric at his chest. “Don’t I look like a million bucks already? And that’s to say nothing of the fact that seeing you like this has given me the biggest boost since I’ve started chargin’ up thus far.”
“That’s very nice. Now please make yourself scarce before I’m caught arguing with nothing in the changing room of a lingerie outlet.”
“How ‘bout I just jerk us off real quick?” the spirit hummed.
“ Dimple, ” Serizawa gasped. “What happened to celibacy?”
“Overrated. C’mon, nobody’ll catch us--”
“I’ll zap you all the way back to Spirits & Such if you don’t get back inside me and behave yourself.”
Dimple cackled. “I love it when you’re bossy, Katsu-chan.” As quickly as he’d manifested, Dimple disappeared back into Serizawa’s body, filling his every nerve with mischievous energy. You do look incredible, though.
“Thank you,” Serizawa sighed.
Serizawa pulled off the garment before redressing in his casual clothes and fleeing for the checkout desk. He didn’t need to try any other options on, knowing he wouldn’t see anywhere near the same positive response as he had with the first.
Hours later, Serizawa presented his purchase to a halfway-enthusiastic audience of Reigen, wide awake, and Dimple, since switched over to the conman’s body and still in a state of drowsiness. He pulled on his lingerie without ceremony, changing in the bathroom of his apartment--and still Reigen cheered and clapped and catcalled with enthusiasm.
“My God, you’re a snack!” the conman whooped. “I can’t believe we’ve never gotten you dressed up like this before. It’s amazing, Katsu.”
“Thank you,” Serizawa chuckled, plucking at one of the straps over his chest. “It’s not very subtle, but… well, I suppose that’s not what lingerie’s for.”
“Subtlety’s for chumps,” Reigen smiled as he hunched to rest his cheek in a hand. “Dimple’s gone quiet, but I can tell he likes it. He went with you, didn’t he?”
“And nearly got me shipped off to an institution for having to sate my invisible partner’s libido.”
“No kidding. It’s taking all I’ve got in me to drag you into this bed with me right here, right now.” Reigen stretched, let out a long sigh. “But… Takuya.”
“Takuya,” Serizawa agreed.
Tomorrow night, Dimple’s little voice rung out someplace in the back of Reigen’s mind. We just have to wait another day.
-
The spirit had stored enough energy to let him be bodiless throughout the Friday work day, albeit with the promise that he wouldn’t expend any precious strength. For the most part, he rested on the corner of Reigen’s desk, inching about to follow his patch of sun. Tome left for her mom’s house at five, Serizawa following not long after for night school. He kissed Reigen’s cheek and the top of Dimple’s wispy head and bid them adieu, promising he’d be at Takuya’s at 9 o’clock sharp.
The door had barely shut behind him when Dimple’s satiated cat-eyes flicked open, and he leaned his chin into his palms, gave Reigen a grin.
Reigen watched all this with a crooked brow and wry smile. “Yes?” he cooed cautiously.
“I’ve got something to show you.”
“Do you, now?”
Dimple lifted himself from his seat to position himself in the air before his boyfriend. He clapped his little hands together, twiddled his fingers, and proceeded to draw one pointed hand in a slow circle around the lower half of his teardrop-shaped form. Then a few flicks of the opposite thumb, little seafoam sparks manifesting and disappearing where his digits moved--and by the time all the visual hubbub cleared, Reigen had to blink once, twice, three times before he registered what he was seeing.
“Is that… tiny, magical lace I spy?” he asked, lips curving into a smile.
The spirit puffed proudly, evidently quite pleased with the icy blue lingerie humorously decorating his form. “It’s illusory magic. Low level hypnosis, technically; the same I used to trick the city into falling for the Divine Tree. By combining simplistic light manipulation with a touch of mind control, I can--”
“Like I care about the nitty-gritty,” Reigen said, resting his hands on the desktop to lean in and scrutinize more closely. “I mean--don’t get me wrong; it’s very impressive. You just look so cute .”
“Wait ‘till you see it on my true form,” Dimple replied coyly. “Y’think Takuya will like it?”
“ Like it? Dimple, I doubt he’ll cast a second’s glance at you before forgetting Katsuya and I exist entirely.”
“Don’t be silly,” the spirit said, cheeks deceptively rosy. Then his eyes opened up in a questioning stare. “And what about you? You haven’t snuck out to buy lingerie of your own behind our backs, have you?”
Reigen grinned. “I may have made a little pit stop on the way to buy us lunch during break earlier.”
“On the way? What the fuck kind of neighborhood are we in that there’s a sex shop between here and MobDonalds?”
“It wasn’t a sex shop,” Reigen laughed. “Against my better judgement, I splurged a bit. There’s this bougie lady’s underwear store with a lingerie section about a block out of the way.”
Dimple crossed his arms, blew out a slow breath. “You would know. You got it tucked away in your desk or something? Can I see?”
“Not quite,” the conman murmured, scratching his chin. Subtly, he let his hand fall to his collar, nudge aside just enough fabric to reveal an ornate white lace strap laying over his shoulder.
Dimple cackled.
“You tart,” the spirit chirped. “God, I can’t wait to fuck your brains out in a few hours.”
Reigen rested his cheek on his fist, elbow resting atop the desk. “Sexy as your intentions may be, Dimple, I just can’t take you seriously when you’re in plasma blob form in tiny lingerie. You’re just gonna have to make me eat my words later.”
Dimple pouted. “Count on it, asshole.”
-
Takuya sat cross-legged on his bed looking somewhat helpless while the others puttered about, murmuring and planning and coyly adjusting lace hidden beneath their clothes.
“I-is there anything I can… uh, help with?” Takuya asked.
“No,” the others snapped good-naturedly--Reigen and Dimple, sharing a body, and Serizawa beside them. When Takuya’s face blanched in surprise, they moved in on him, alighting beside him on the bedspread.
“We’re gonna level with you, Takuya,” Reigen smiled, resting a hand on his clueless boyfriends’ thigh. “You’re kind of the perfect partner. Considerate, caring--sexually apt--” (this latter comment was quite obviously Dimple’s).
“You offer us so much in and outside of the bedroom,” Serizawa murmured, fingers clasped in nervous appeasement.
“And all this is to say that we don’t think we’re often given much of a chance to thank you for it,” Reigen rejoined. “You’re so quick to please us and do all the aftercare and cleaning--and we get that you get some satisfaction out of that, naturally--”
“I promise I do,” Takuya reassured them, smiling crookedly. “Guys, you don’t have to pay me back for being a good boyfriend. It should be a given that I do everything I can to make you happy.”
Dimple popped out of Reigen’s body, landing with crossed arms on the conman’s shoulder. “But you’ve never given us the chance to do the same. Makes us feel like freeloaders.”
Takuya’s gaze flicked from Dimple to the others. “Is that true?”
“Well--yeah, a little.” Serizawa swallowed. “We love you so much, Takuya. It’s a little hard sometimes feeling like we can’t spoil and treat you like you do us.”
Takuya looked blank--even hopeless. Time to move forward with the plan.
“So with all that in mind--”
“We’ve elected to focus on you tonight, Takuya,” Reigen said.
Takuya blinked.
“That is to say we’re gonna play to all your nasty fetishes,”’ Dimple clarified, grinning, “starting with this one.”
With that, the spirit reentered Reigen’s body as the conman casually unbuttoned his shirt, Serizawa following shyly behind, to reveal the lace decorating their naked bodies underneath. Reigen, in pearlescent white, Serizawa in stark black--and Takuya gazing with glittering eyes between them.
All waited with bated breath to see how the yakuza might reply.
“You--I--okay, hold on.”
Takuya fled into his bedroom closet. Dimple, Reigen, and Serizawa shared a perplexed look between them over the sounds of coathangers clicking and clothing being rifled about before, suddenly, Takuya reappeared--adorned with his own lingerie, a set Dimple and Reigen were all too familiar with. The trio laughed at their partner as he strode giddily back over to the bed, saying, “I wanted to join in on the fun, too; sue me.”
Unceremoniously, Takuya rested his hands on Reigen’s cheeks and kissed he and Dimple so hard they had to land on their back on the bedspread, reciprocating with ease and tangling their hands in Takuya’s hair.
“You look so fucking good. You’re too good to me, ‘Taka.” Takuya’s hand traced up Reigen’s thigh and landed on his ass, squeezing briefly before the man pulled himself off entirely. “Katsuya, I don’t even have the words. You’re absolutely beautiful like that.”
“Thank you,” Katsuya murmured, hands on his hot cheeks.
“Come here.” Takuya’s voice was soft, pleading. Beneath him, Reigen and Dimple gazed up at Serizawa with an expectant smile.
Slowly, the psychic shuffled over, shy. Takuya’s hand landed on the back of his neck as he pulled him into a kiss--and, all the while, rubbed tantalizing circles over Reigen’s chest. Indistinct touches became direct, focused in on one of Reigen’s nipples until it was pricked and ruddy.
“Get him off us, Katsu,” Dimple exhaled gruffly. “We might let him have his way with us if he keeps this up.”
“Oh, no fair. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice,” Takuya laughed as Serizawa gently wrestled him away and kissed him deeply, hands at the small of his back. Reigen and Dimple pulled themselves for their disadvantaged recline. The yakuza let out a resigned little sigh, eyes tracking over to the conman and his spirit.
“So you really won’t even let me show my thanks?”
“This is supposed to be us thanking you, ” Dimple insisted.
“Fine, fine.” Takuya’s fingers snaked delicately up to the duo’s chin. “If you really insist on coddling me…”
“We do!”
“... get off the bed and kneel for me.”
With huge eyes and beet red cheeks, Dimple and Reigen simply nodded, clambered off the side of the bed and positioned themselves before Takuya as he descended from Serizawa’s lap, standing at the bedside above his partners.
Takuya cupped their cheek, brushed tantalizing fingers over their lips and down to their chin. “Gorgeous. I love seeing you between my legs.”
“You’d better,” Dimple growled, leaning in to catch Takuya’s lingerie in Reigen’s teeth and tug, lips brushing briefly against the skin of Takuya’s dick. “What do you want us to do, big guy? Tear your lingerie open and take you all the way down?”
“Oh, no, you’re not tearing this,” Takuya laughed. “There’s ribbons at my inner thighs. Undo those, nice and slow.”
“Yes, sir,” the spirit murmured, waggling his brows.
“Mm, careful. You might implore me to fuck your face ‘till you’re in tears.”
“Do it,” Dimple grinned as the ribbons at Takuya’s groin fell open. “We dare you.”
Takuya didn’t need asking twice. Cock freed from its lacy binding, the yakuza fisted its base, holding it upright with one hand and guiding Reigen’s lips open with the other.
Serizawa watched, entranced, as Reigen and the spirit hummed around Takuya’s head and shaft as they slid slowly down his gullet.
“ Ffffuck me; it’s been too long,” the yakuza exhaled. Without any apparent difficulty, Reigen and Dimple calmly let Takuya thrust evenly in to the base, his wiry pubes tickling the bridge of their nose. They gulped, let out a moan as Takuya pulled out again before shoving his cock back in. With this the yakuza picked up a rhythm, even and harsh, his fingertips resting on either side of the duo’s sunken cheeks.
“You like this? You like choking on my cock?” Exasperatedly but tender nonetheless (always, always tender), Takuya swept a hand through Reigen’s disheveled blond hair. “You’re such a good team. Such a can-do attitude.”
Their eyes were glazed and clever as they gazed up at him, pulling in sodden pulses at the shaft burying itself in their mouth. They watched every change in Takuya’s face: eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy, teeth clamping down on his bottom lip as his pace hastened. When a restrained moan escaped Takuya’s throat, Reigen and Dimple opened their mouth and leaned back, cockhead popping from between their swollen lips.
“What’s--”
“Your turn, Katsuya,” Dimple panted.
Before Takuya could register, a great pair of arms grasped him gently under the arms and pulled him back onto the bed, laid him on his back with a short huff. Serizawa appeared in the yakuza’s vision, smiling in his soft, apologetic way as he carefully pinned the man beneath his hands.
“Oh, dear. Something tells me I’ve been caught in a trap,” Takuya grinned.
“We had to get you nice and hard somehow,” Dimple rejoined, alighting on the bed before exiting Reigen’s body, looking about as punch drunk and fuzzy as he had inside it.
“For this,” Serizawa murmured. Shyly, he conjured a small silicone ring and held it aloft for Takuya to see.
They all glanced at one another. Takuya was the first to speak, voice a sigh as he folded his arms behind his head. “Let’s get this show on the road, then. I’m thrilled to see what you three have planned that runs such a risk of me coming too early.”
Dimple rubbed his little hands together. “Pass it to me, Katsu-chan. I’ll do the honors.”
Serizawa tossed the ring in the spirit’s direction, and Dimple caught it in one hand before the room burst, unceremoniously, into a staggering spotlight of seafoam green. The spirit reappeared in full regalia: bulging green muscles, manicured claws that glinted in the lamplight, and, of course, an intricate set of spectral lingerie. It was all so much more complex and perfect than what he’d shown Reigen—the foliage and insects drawn in lace curled and crawled with Dimple’s every move, its iridescent ice-blue hue echoing lime greens and flickers of fuschia.
Inattentive, the spirit rolled the cockring over one bulky fingertip. “Spread ‘em, Ta-”
But his lips were squished shut by Takuya’s insistent palms and pressed quickly and sharply against the yakuza’s, over and over again. Takuya had escaped Serizawa’s grasp and clambered onto the spirit’s lap, had his legs and bare groin splayed about Dimple’s midsection.
“Are you wearing lingerie, too?” Takuya panted between kisses. “You did this for me?”
“I wouldn’t do it for anybody else,” Dimple said back, almost incredulous.
Takuya kissed him again. “How?” he asked, chuckling. “You look so hot, baby. I’m speechless.”
“Yeah, real speechless,” Dimple snickered. His chest puffed out a bit as he eased Takuya from his face, allowing them both a look at his outfittings. “It’s actually a form of--”
“Here we go,” Reigen muttered to Serizawa.
“--low-level hypnosis,” Dimple said. “Illusory magic, if we’re being technical.”
Takuya’s eyes lit up. “Hypnosis?”
“Yeah, essentially.”
Reigen and Serizawa shared a quick glance.
“Takuya, are you… into that sort of thing?” Reigen asked.
Gaze upon Dimple unbroken, Takuya nodded fervently.
The spirit blushed, began to flounder. “Ah. Well, I--I really shouldn’t ; it’s much too powerful an ability to be toying with in the bedroom--”
“Serizawa and I are here to keep you in check, Dimple,” Reigen piped up, climbing closer to lay a hand on the spirit’s lacy arm. “Would you be willing to try?” He knew Dimple cared not to put too much trust in his powers since the incident with the Divine Tree, but there hadn’t been any slips since, and Takuya seemed utterly thrilled.
Dimple met his imploring gaze with a measured one of his own.
“Yes,” the spirit finally said, careful, “as long as you promise you want this, Taku.”
“Oh, I do,” Takuya breathed. “Please, Dimple.”
The spirit simply couldn’t resist a plea.
He gripped Takuya by the underside of his thigh to fully remove the human from his lap, help him settle in a kneel between his folded legs. The spirit pressed the pad of his index finger into Takuya’s forehead, focused power into their point of contact while Reigen and Serizawa watched in fascination.
“I’m not taking control of your mind, Takuya,” Dimple explained, “just placing greater influence in it.”
Takuya’s eyes had taken on a sort of drowsy glaze, though he still stared with great focus and admiration at his partner.
“To be safe, we’ll practice first.” Dimple pulled up his opposite hand, thumb facing upwards. “Suck on this.”
Slowly, Takuya reached out to wrap his hands around Dimple’s fist and pull it towards his face before silently opening his mouth around the spirit’s thumb. He began to suck, moving up and down over Dimple’s thick green digit, leaving a sheen of spit in his wake.
Reigen and Serizawa were transfixed. The former couldn’t help wondering whether any of this was genuine--but then, he supposed it didn’t matter. All that mattered in hypnosis was obedience; wasn’t the inclination to concede alone some sort of mind control?
“That’s enough,” Dimple purred, pulling his thumb back and wiping it on the bedspread. “Spread your legs.”
Takuya did so, sitting back and splaying his thighs to filthily bare his rock-hard, reddened dick. Dimple leaned in and rolled the forsaken cockring down Takuya’s shaft with gentle fingers, ever conscious of the entranced yakuza’s raspy moans.
“Good boy,” the spirit whispered. He kissed Takuya’s belly and leaned back, looked over a shoulder to give the others a glance. “Now I want you to tear Reigen’s lingerie open and fuck him in the ass, Takuya.”
Reigen startled. “O-oh!”
“Is that alright?” Dimple asked conspiratorially, smile clever. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind buying you a new ‘fit when all’s said and done.”
Takuya was advancing.
“Y-yeah, it’s--it’s fine. Wonderful. Sounds good to me,” Reigen stammered, beet-red, just as Takuya reached him and began to nudge insistently at his closed thighs. “Holy shit, do I have a thing for hypnosis?”
“Don’t go easy on him, Takuya; I want you to make him come before you’re even close.”
“Yes, Master,” Takuya mumbled against the lace at Reigen’s hip just before he tore it clean open with his teeth. Dimple looked winded by the new title.
“Fuck,” Reigen murmured. “Let me have it, Takuya.”
While Takuya went about hastily opening Reigen up with one finger, then two, Serizawa and Dimple convened over the sounds of slick finger-fucking and Reigen’s gasps and moans.
“Aren’t you going to possess one of them?” Serizawa asked, gazing up at his partner with hands folded in his lap.
“Better not, lest I run the risk of breaking the hypnosis. I think I’m happy to watch for now, anyways.” Dimple grinned down slyly at Serizawa. “Something tells me you’re not, though.”
“They’re having so much fun. I don’t want to interrupt.”
“I think I’ve got something in mind for you once they’ve settled into things,” Dimple comforted the esper, reaching up to scratch a nail gently through his curly hair. “I could give you a hand in the meantime. I am going to need you good and hard, after all.”
“Boy, I wonder what you could ever have planned,” Serizawa jested. “M-maybe you could just… you know. Play with me like I know you want to.”
“So generous,” the spirit hummed, leaning down to grip Serizawa’s chin between two oversized fingers and kiss him. With his opposite hand, he reached between the psychic’s decorated thighs, knuckled gently at the neglected swell of his half-hard cock beneath his lingerie. Serizawa gasped. “Like that, big boy?”
“You two having fun over there?” Reigen wheezed, pliant as Takuya flipped him onto his chest and knees and took his place at the conman’s backside.
“About as much as you are, looks like,” Dimple replied. The pad of his thumb weighed heavily down on Serizawa’s shaft, and the psychic couldn’t help leaning back on his hands to thrust his hips up in short bucks in search of friction. The pair watched as Takuya leaned over Reigen’s backside, silently adjusted himself to slide unforgivingly inside.
“ God , yes, Taku,” the conman whimpered. “Fuck me.”
“You heard him, Takuya,” Dimple said, gripping Serizawa’s hip to cover his groin fully with his palm (against which Serizawa, in turn, thrust even harder). “Take ‘Taka to pound town.”
“Shut uuuup ,” Reigen groaned, hands flying to tangle before his head on the sheets as he was mercilessly fucked. “Jesus Christ, this feels so-- a-ah -”
Dimple was distracted once again; he barely noticed Serizawa grinding against the meat of his hand. “Fuck it,” he finally muttered. “Serizawa, go ahead and get Takuya opened up. I’m possessing Reigen.”
Serizawa laughed as the spirit pulled his hand away and transformed back into his compact plasma blob shape, whisked hastily into Reigen’s body.
“Well, he- he-helloooo there,” the conman slurred. “You get jealous?”
Damn right I did , Dimple replied.
It seemed Takuya’s driven daze hadn’t been affected by Dimple possessing Reigen, though the spirit had to concentrate within the conman’s body on maintaining control.
“C-come on, Taku; keep it up,” Dimple grunted in Reigen’s voice.
“Yes, Master,” Takuya huffed. “Y-yes, yes…”
“A-and now-- ah --m-make some room for Katsuya, would you?”
Serizawa appeared at Takuya’s backside, running his hands hungrily over the yakuza’s hips. “Can you hear me, Takuya?”
“Tell him, Taku.”
“Yes,” Takuya breathed.
“Tell Katsuya what you want him to do to you.”
Takuya’s nails dug deep into Reigen’s backside; he and the spirit sharing his body winced in response.
“I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you come inside me,” the yakuza pled. Just as soon as he’d spoken his last syllable, he was gasping at the feeling of Serizawa spreading him open and fingering him, thick digits spreading his orifice wide and filling it with lube. “Katsuya,” he moaned. “Katsuya, Katsuya.”
“Don’t stop, Takuya,” Dimple rasped. “Need me to come help you keep up the pace?”
“Y-yes-- ah --”
Dimple traveled carefully from one body to the other. The transition was easy enough, what with their proximity.
“Katsu,” the spirit said, turning over one shoulder as he thrust haphazardly into the hole at his hips, “put it in. We’re ready.”
“O-okay.”
Dimple and Takuya waited with bated breath as Serizawa undid the lace at his groin, then felt a blunt pressure wriggle in between their cheeks. Without further ado, Serizawa pushed into their barely-stretched hole, and the pair of them let out a veritable scream.
“Are you okay? Does that feel alright?” Serizawa panted, leaning forward to wrap his arms around the front of their body. “ Fuck , you’re so--s-so tight, Dimple--”
“Katsu-chan,” the spirit moaned, full of affection (among other things). The dual sensations of this great, thick intrusion sliding deep inside them and their own cock slipping in and out of Reigen like there was no tomorrow dizzied him--dizzied Takuya, too, for as little lucidity Dimple could sense in him. The spirit decided to step back, yield his control over both Takuya’s mind and body.
Dimple, my beauty, his voice emerged from the darkness, just like that.
I-I’m here, Takuya, the spirit replied.
You’re so kind to me. Arranging all this. It feels so good I can hardly stand it.
Aloud, all that could be heard were cries of pleasure from all three parties, though the conversation within was temperate and adoring. Reigen was, of course, the first to come--he sucked in a breath and spurted strands of white over the bedspread beneath him, hips bucking back to meet Takuya’s dick.
“Good boy, ‘Taka; that’s a good boy,” Dimple babbled, hunching down to pepper the conman’s back with kisses before Serizawa yanked them closer, pulled them briefly off his cock to flip them frontside and seat them in his lap.
“Hang on, okay?” Serizawa breathed.
Helpless to the psychic’s demands, they wrapped their arms around his neck and yelped as he held them in a bind of dual physical and psychic strength and began to bounce them on his dick, meeting them with deep, punishing thrusts.
“Katsuya,” they yelped, “Katsuya, Katsuya, Katsu--”
Their cries turned into a long, guttural groan as cum coated their insides, slick and hot and fast as hell. Serizawa kissed their face and chest and neck, hands surfing up and down their back, fingers curling.
Light streams of tears had begun to track slowly down Takuya’s face.
“Let him come, Dimple,” Reigen murmured from the other side of the bed where he lay, practically catatonic after the quickest, hardest fuck of his life.
“Of course,” Dimple wept from within the yakuza’s body. “Of course, of course.”
The spirit reappeared in his true form, whisked Takuya from Serizawa’s arms and up into a kiss. He snapped his fingers, and the man’s relative compliance became violent reciprocation. Takuya wrapped his arms around Dimple’s neck, sucked and bit at his lips.
“It’s okay, Takuya,” Dimple gasped, almost inaudibly. “I’m gonna make you feel good. I promise, I promise.”
Only here, upon their separation, did the spent Reigen and Serizawa notice that it was Dimple who’d been crying in their shared body, not Takuya. The spirit seemed overcome with uncharacteristic benevolence.
He laid Takuya down, and the two of them paused to breathe, look one another in the eye. Reigen inched nearer from one side to grasp Takuya’s hand, and Serizawa did the same on the other.
“You three are--y-you’re so good,” Takuya exhaled. “So good to me.”
“We haven’t been,” Reigen murmured. “Not as much as you deserve.”
“Don’t be silly,” Takuya replied, turning to him. “Every second I get to spend with you is a gift. Every little moment I’m lucky enough to witness.”
Reigen took a deep breath. “You don’t have to keep doing that. You don’t have to consider the bare minimum of a loving relationship the best we can do for you. For once, Takuya, let us take responsibility--for not cleaning up, managing aftercare, not showing you how much we love and value you every day. We’re adults. We love it when you take care of us, Takuya, I promise, but we are adults. And it’s taken us this long to realize we can do better by you.”
Serizawa said nothing, just squeezed the yakuza’s hand tighter. Dimple was still pressing kisses into his belly and thighs.
“Okay,” Takuya sighed. “I give. Thank you, Arataka. All of you. I’ve really, truly appreciated this.”
“Don’t speak too soon,” Dimple muttered from between Takuya’s legs. “I haven’t done this on my own in a while.”
With that, the spirit hooked a nail under Takuya’s cockring to pull it up and off his dick, then proceeded to clamp his mouth around the whole front of Takuya’s pelvis, enclosing his groin in wet, insistent heat. Takuya moaned, instinctively bucked against the Dimple’s great tongue.
“Dimple,” the yakuza cried, “o-oh, sweetheart, that’s-- ah--ah!”
It took a mere moment for Takuya to turn his head aside with a bashful, long-winded moan as he came down the back of Dimple’s throat, overworked prostate and previously-withheld orgasm making for a mess of ejaculate that only an oversized ghost could comfortably take.
Convenient timing, too--after swallowing, Dimple poofed instantly back to his usual form and floated wearily down into Serizawa’s waiting hand.
“Give him here,” Takuya panted. Dimple was deposited into his arms, and the yakuza practically curled himself around his ghost, humming into Dimple’s ectoplasmic skin as Reigen and Serizawa lay down to snuggle against him, too. “Oh, Dimple. My darling.”
“Pleased?” the spirit mumbled, gruff voice betraying utter shyness and bliss.
“Overjoyed. I’m so lucky to have you, sweet cheeks. All three of you.”
“Safe to say we feel the same,” Dimple yawned. “Mind if I come in?”
“Of course not. I’d love nothing more.”
Takuya sighed as the spirit took gentle hold of his body once more, fizzling into his every nerve and muscle. Dimple reveled in the post-coital heat overtaking Takuya’s body, nuzzled into Reigen’s chest, reached back to run a palm over Serizawa’s back before settling into the depths of Takuya’s subconscious for a long, well-earned rest.
“You’re perfect. All of you,” Takuya mumbled, conscious and unexpectedly pleased by the feeling of cum oozing down his thighs and onto the bedspread. Perhaps he’d clean it when he awoke. Or maybe--just maybe, just for tonight--he’d leave it for somebody else. “My angels.”