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It’s late, nearly three hours past midnight, that Leo finds himself wandering the Hidden City.
The bar he was hanging around to pass time in had finally closed, so now he needed something else to divert his attention away from his general exhaustion.
Normally he had no shortage of activities to capture his bleary focus, but nothing was cutting it that night. Anything remotely capable of holding his interest at this moment is either closed too much for his tired brain to handle.
He figures that he could just portal to a country that’s actually awake right now so he’d have more options to choose from, but in his current state he may very well end up at the bottom of the ocean. As appealing as a swim is at the best of times, drowning is not as high on Leo’s list of favorite activities.
So, wandering it is.
Eventually though, he finds another bar near a night market, albeit a bit seedier than the last. Bars tend to be good places for him at this time of night. Sure, they have an influx of the drunkest of drunks, but most of them are passed out at this point, so things tend to be pretty chill.
Leo enters the seedy bar and mingles for a bit, getting on the bartender’s good side as he idly sips some fruity concoction that does nothing but give his mouth something to do.
He’s so bored.
Tired too, but the boredom is what makes his exhaustion worse. Flirting with the bartender and trying to get tipsy is only good for a short while before it gets old. He indulges in the appreciative gaze of the man - he’s proud of his handsome face, sue him - but he thinks it’s about time to bail.
He comes up with an excuse he can’t even remember and heads to the bathroom, where he’s immediately hit with a realization upon entering the stall.
Holes, big and small, line the walls. There’s not so many that they’d cause structural damage, but there’s more than enough to be very noticeable. Along with the holes are a bunch of phone numbers and lipstick kiss stains, altogether making it obvious what the place is used for.
It’s a glory hole stall. The kind of which Leo thought was just fake porn bullshit but apparently they actually exist! So. Go figure.
Leo’s about to leave and simply tell his brothers about the place as a funny anecdote for later, but a sudden, exhilarating urge stops him in his tracks.
…He’s never done this before, but-
It’s not like he never thought about it, but in a place like this-
…Leo makes a decision.
He’s been a little horny all day, not enough to do anything about it, but enough for him to constantly notice. Enough to make him antsy and push him to wander about.
Especially after what happened a couple hours ago.
Before he left, he’d checked on Donnie. The softshell was usually the only other one awake at night, so he was prime bother material for Leo to hang around in his sleep deprived state.
Donnie was always good to hang around at this time of night anyway, as he either provided solid entertainment or he managed to talk long enough that he actually put Leo to sleep.
That night, Leo had watched Donnie closely as the other worked, eyes tracking Donnie’s dexterous fingers as they moved so intricately, calloused and strong from years of dealing with heavy machinery.
Leo blames his current state for the way his slit pulsed at the sight and has been wet ever since. Just as he blames his current state for his next decision.
He steps back, shaking slightly in anticipation as nervousness and arousal alike threaten to topple him over.
He’s never done this before - nothing close, even. Not even a kiss.
For the Face Man, it’s a bit embarrassing, but Leo’s never thought much of it until now.
He just wants to try it, so he can mark it off his bucket list and keep it secret until he’s forced to reveal it in a game of ‘Never Have I Ever.’
Maybe it’s his exhaustion, but the thought of doing something like this, sucking some stranger’s cock in a random stall, giving his- his ‘mouth virginity’ away to someone he won’t even see, then going home after and greeting his brothers as if there wasn’t still cum on his tongue…
He suddenly felt unbelievably thirsty, tongue aching for a taste of Something as his tail twitches and his slit gets wetter than it’s ever been.
Who know? Maybe he’ll like this.
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It’s late, nearly three hours past midnight, that Donnie finds himself wandering the Hidden City.
He was up late for a project, only to realize that he was missing some parts that were essential to completing his invention. Nothing aggravated him more than being forced to stop working when he was in a groove.
He initially went to Leo’s room to have the slider teleport him to the Hidden City’s night market, but his semi-reliable brother was nowhere to be seen. Typical.
Donnie didn’t even try to wonder where Leo was. Not that the other could hide if he tried, but Donnie won’t make use of the tracking device quite yet. He knew the other would be fine, just out wandering around, bored.
However, Leo’s absence meant that Donnie was forced to make the trek to the Hidden City on foot.
(Well- on foot and by flight via electromagnetic boosters carrying him most of the way and saving him the hell that was excessive cardio. The only acceptable cardio in excess was dancing, and even then-)
It didn’t take him long to spot the night market and grab the part (that part being a tiny, three centimeter yokai power module - small but ever so effective.) He decides that he may as well give his boosters a bit more time to fully recharge as he heads off to a nearby bar to wait.
It’s not typically his scene - usually there are way too many people being way too damn loud - but at this time of night it’s relatively calm. Yokai still mingled about, their voices a constant low murmur throughout, though some were clearly more sensual than others.
A bit too sensual, honestly.
It’s nothing Donnie hasn’t seen or heard before at these places, but he can’t help but grip the glass of his freshly ordered drink a little tighter when a high pitched moan travels down from a booth upstairs.
He would never admit to envy. But his cock twitches in want all the same.
It didn’t help that he’s been pent up all damn day. And the one at fault for Donnie’s current affliction wore a smug grin framed by red stripes. Leo hanging about the place all spread legs and smug smirks had made Donnie want to do things that he only allowed his own brain to bear witness to.
No amount of thoughts featuring the slider with fucked out tears and a gag would make it a reality, unfortunately. So those thoughts remained in the realm of dubious fantasies.
Donnie shifts in his seat, mentally condemning his aggravating sexual desires even as his usually reliable mind pushes in one insistent direction.
It is an unfortunate happenstance that the yokai bartending seems to notice his predicament.
“You know, there was someone else here recently. He went to that back bathroom.” The bartender angles his head, and Donnie’s eyes automatically follow the trajectory, “He was a pretty boy - a real smooth talker too. If I wasn’t working I’d make use of that room myself.”
“…What kind of room is it?” Donnie finds himself asking, even as the answer quickly comes to him. After all, there’s only one conclusion that comes from such deliberate wording.
The bartender bends closer, voice a whisper and eyes glinting, “Glory holes, boy.” He leans back, picking up a discarded cocktail glass and cleaning it nonchalantly, “You got a chance, here. I’m just saying, you do seem like you could use it.”
Now. Donnie’s first response would have typically been to disparage the very idea and just go back home to stroke his cock raw by himself. The idea of a bathroom glory hole is filthy in more ways than one, and normally, Donnie wouldn’t even hesitate before leaving.
And yet.
He’s been awake for so long. He’s tired, antsy, and very, very pent up.
He’s never done this before, yet his feet carry his body closer and closer to the bathroom door, and his cock is just about ready to drop at the sheer anticipation.
He opens the door and walks in.
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Sitting on a toilet and waiting for a dick to pop out of the wall has a way of making a guy feel stupid.
Leo taps his fingers on his thighs, excess energy thrumming in his veins with nowhere to divert it. It’d been a while, now, and he’d be lying if he said he isn’t feeling bored.
Maybe he should just leave-?
The creak of the bathroom door sounds out, managing to cut through the music of the bar playing from the speakers.
Leo sits up straight, heart pounding and slit throbbing with a reignited excitement.
Whoever it is, they linger in the doorway for way longer than necessary, clearly having some sort of internal battle that Leo could unfortunately relate to, having gone through the same at the ripe young age of about five minutes ago.
Leo’s getting ready to tell them to “come on already (pun intended)” when slow, measured footsteps make their way to the stall to Leo’s left. A lock clicks.
No turning back now.
Curiosity getting the best of him, Leo tries to subtly look through the glory holes, but- nothing. All he sees is an expanse of black, a void to nowhere despite it definitely being a hole to the next stall over.
Maybe it’s a yokai kind of bullshit magic? The type that Donnie would no doubt hate which therefore makes it even cooler. Magic that makes sure ‘anonymous sex stays anonymous, for realsies’ or something of the like?
Either way, Leo can’t see the other at all.
So.
Back to waiting, then.
At least he’s not the only asshole waiting around awkwardly anymore.
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This is unbearably awkward and Donnie already wishes he just went home to rub one out instead. He’s got a project to get back to, why is he here?
No sound comes from the other stall. Donnie can’t even be sure anyone actually in there- and, if there is someone, they’re even there for sex of any kind.
But- apparently the stall had a reputation, and…the bartender implied that a pretty guy deliberately went in here…
Not that he could verify the guy’s looks, considering the holes show him absolutely nothing. Denying him the satiation of curiosity is simply one more reason why magic sucks and is far inferior to science.
He ignores how he’s considering sticking his dick in said magic.
Donnie’s about to cut his losses and leave when he, just barely, hears a soft sigh echo out. It’s quiet but breathy, and it really shouldn’t sound as needy as it does.
Embarrassingly for Donnie, his dick decides that’s all it needs to make an appearance.
Donnie holds back a groan as he drops, this entire batshit situation getting to him at last. Never would he have thought himself the type to do this under any circumstances. He didn’t even know if this would be worth it or not.
He takes himself in hand and eyes the hole in the wall.
Well. He is and has always been a man of science. He may as well experiment.
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Leo is officially bored out of his mind.
This seemed so enticing and fun in the beginning, but after what had to have been hours of absolutely nothing, it didn’t seem worth it anymore.
(He ignores how it’s only been twelve minutes.)
Arousal still pulses throughout his slit as the poor thing begs for some kind of stimulation. Mentally, he tells it they have dildos at home, so it should really stop whining.
This doesn’t work on it.
A weird sort of disappointment hits him, one that emphasizes his general exhaustion to the point of mild desperation, and he can’t help but sigh.
The second he does, though, he hears this…thwap kind of sound.
Leo immediately sits up straight, heart pounding.
Oh ho? Did everything just circle back around to being exciting again?? Is he really gonna suck a dick tonight???
Leo holds his breath.
The person on the other side hesitates for way too fucking long for Leo’s liking, and he’s about to bang on the wall to not-so-subtly tell the other to get a damn move on when-
Oh.
That’s a dick.
Definitely not like any Leo has ever seen but, to be fair, his experience there is solely attributed to human porn videos and the occasional nude scene in the more mature rated Jupiter Jim movies.
Guess it makes sense that yokai are packing differently.
Still.
Were those- tentacles? Or, like, prongs?? Lobes???
Whatever they were called, Leo couldn’t stop looking at them, couldn’t stop thinking about how they’d feel. Either in his throat or in his-
He knows it should freak him out more, the blushing virgin that he is, but-
Distantly, he realizes that he’s drooling.
There’s a sharp thwack against the wall, which, rude. Not cool to rush him like that.
Okay, yes, he had been planning on doing the same thing but he didn’t so he can judge.
Regardless, he knows it’s a dick move (ha) to make the other wait any longer, and to be honest…he really wants a taste.
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It’s an odd sensation, standing with his dick shoved into a wall. Donnie genuinely doesn’t think he regretted anything faster than he had immediately after he’d thrust in.
Especially after his unknown companion did absolutely nothing with it. No touching or anything. Nothing but the feeling of someone staring.
Donnie felt…a bit self conscious. He knew his cock was different than most, but he never really thought about it before he was putting it on display for some random stranger. It felt similar to when he didn’t wear his battleshell, and he quickly feels a strong desire to regain total control.
He shakes off all thoughts of imaginary inadequacy, and instead bangs once against the bathroom wall.
Hopefully, the message was clear. Donnie figures that constituted as a universally valid way to say “hurry the fuck up.”
Maybe it was rude, but Donnie’s the one with his dick in a wall.
Nothing happens for one moment, then two, and Donnie raises his fist once more to send another message-
His fist recalibrates its destination mid swing to cover his mouth, stopping a groan of pleasure from making it out.
That.
That was a tongue.
That was definitely a tongue.
He’s never felt something like that before. Donnie only ever had his own hand to work with. And even then, he was never one to be inclined toward the act. It was hard to ignore while he was in the mood, but it was always a mechanical motion, not one he’d indulge himself in.
This is undeniably better.
Soft and wet and warm, that tongue seems to get more confident and adventurous the more licks it gives.
The stranger goes from giving little kitten licks to rolling his tongue over the lobes of Donnie’s cock, alternating between slow and fast and never once pulling away. Donnie nearly bites his fist off keeping himself sane, and it takes his entire will to not thrust forward.
He can’t help the sharp inhale when he feels a mouth closing over one of his lobes and giving a sharp suck. The stranger’s tongue doesn’t let up either, he lets it roll over the lobes each time he moves to suck a different one.
It’s addicting.
Donnie has never so quickly changed his opinion on something. He could get used to this, really, even if now he wanted more.
He wants to bury himself deep in the other’s throat, to hear the stranger struggle to take in all of Donnie’s cock and swallow all his spend. He wants to be enveloped by this unknown person’s warmth, wants to hear them struggle but still beg for Donnie to be rougher, crueler.
He wants to see the other’s face, made a mess of cum and tears. Made that way because of Donnie. Made that way because he wants Donnie.
The very last of Donnie’s willpower is broken when the stranger mouths over the entire end of Donnie’s cock and moans.
The vibration of it is the last thing Donnie feels before he slams his hips forward.
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Leo isn’t sure what compelled him to lick a stranger’s dick, but he’s so glad he did.
The taste is salty and addicting, made even moreso by the precum steadily leaking out. The weight of the appendage on Leo’s tongue felt good.
He wants more.
He takes his time, rolling his tongue over the salty skin and relishing in the feeling of pulsing flesh. His slit is so wet even his inner thighs are sticky with slick - he’s never been so turned on in his life.
So, if course, he graduates from simply licking to sucking.
Leo feels his cheeks hollow as he sucks on each individual lobe of what is quickly becoming his favorite thing in the world. His tongue circles around and laps up all the precum he can get, and Leo nearly keens at how needy he’s becoming.
But- it’s still not enough.
In one fluid movement, Leo opens his mouth wide and engulfs the entire tip of the cock.
And-
He can’t help it. The weight of it against his jaw, it’s girth stretching his lips and flattening his tongue, the taste and smell and feel and everything about it-
He can’t help it. He moans.
It’s muffled around the huge dick in his mouth, but he feels it vibrate along the flesh, feels how the stranger’s cock seems to tense and seize for a moment.
Leo’s given no warning as the stranger thrusts their cock down his throat.
The barrier of the wall unfortunately stops the other from getting the whole thing in, but, even still, what they do manage is enough to make Leo choke.
His eyes involuntarily water up and tears roll down his cheeks, drool spilling out from around the throbbing organ stretching out his lips.
All that shit before, with the licking and sucking? Yeah. Fuck all of that, none of that had anything on the feeling of having his throat fucked so suddenly, so brutally.
Leo moans again, and he’s pretty sure he nearly comes from the way the lobes twitch in his throat.
He does his best to breathe carefully, feeling lightheaded with pleasure and desperation.
This would be embarrassing if he wasn’t getting exactly what he wanted. What he needed.
He braces his hands on the wall and leans forward to take in as much as he can.
Then, he completely stills.
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Donnie didn’t intend to thrust forward so suddenly.
It may have been instinctual, or spur of the moment, or because of lack of sleep, but the results were more than worth it. Because now, his cock is completely enveloped in a tight, wet heat.
He sucks in a sharp breath.
He feels the stranger’s tongue trying in vain to lick the underside of Donnie’s cock, feels his cockheads brush deep into the other’s throat.
He feels the stranger moan, and his cock twitches violently in response.
Donnie feels feral.
And then the stranger comes forward, taking all that much more of Donnie’s cock into his mouth. Donnie feels every minute constriction of the other’s throat.
Then, the stranger stills.
The other doesn’t move, simply keeping his mouth on Donnie’s cock and doing nothing more. If a wall wasn’t between them, Donnie could envision a pair of eyes looking up at him, as if asking ‘what are you going to do now?’
It’s a tease, a challenge.
Moreover, it’s unbearably smug.
There’s a face that comes to mind, and the fleeting thought of tear stained red stripes framing a stretched out mouth is enough to make Donnie all the harder.
He decides to take the challenge.
More than that, he’ll put this stranger in his place.
Donnie rears his hips back, the lobes of his cock’s tip catching on the inner edges of the stranger’s lips.
Then, he rams back in, relishing in the choked cry that echoes out, muffled and high pitched. Donnie thrusts in again, harder, as much as he can.
Deliriously, he wants to carve a place in that heat, make it his and his alone. He thrusts forward, possessive and obsessed with the tight wetness squeezing his cock. It’s his to use, his to own, and he’ll covet it forever if he must.
It’s a contradictory feeling of partaking in such a vulnerable act yet holding all of the power. Right now, he’s in more control of this stranger than he is of his own mind.
The smothered cries and moans of this stranger egg Donnie on to go faster, harsher. More brutal. Wild.
The softshell growls low in his throat, claws grating against the wall that’s in the way. He can’t force himself through no matter how hard he thrusted.
For once, thinking isn’t his priority.
He chases his pleasure, focused only on that tight, wet heat and his own nearing peak.
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The second the stranger pulls back, Leo knows his challenge was accepted.
He’s honestly relieved that his actions were understood. Not everyone would have gotten what he was doing, so the fact that this stranger caught on to Leo’s teasing immediately makes him want to laugh in sheer delight.
‘Careful, Donnie, someone else has a brain around here.’ Leo thinks to himself with glee.
Of course, thinking of his twin while a dick is stuffed down his throat makes for a barrage of conflicting feelings that ultimately ends in Leo rubbing his thighs together, wetter than ever.
Whatever. There’s a cock in his mouth, so what’s the point of thinking further on anything? He’ll push that potential crisis away for now.
He’s got bigger things to focus on.
Like how the slow drag of the stranger’s cock on Leo’s tongue, all throbbing hot flesh and veins, only adds to his anticipation of what’s to come.
He doesn’t have to wait long.
Just as the stranger almost pulls out completely, they suddenly snap forward with a ferocity that punches a muffled scream out of Leo, wetness starting to pool between his thighs.
It doesn’t stop there.
The stranger pistons into Leo’s throat, using it – using him – like a toy.
Leo thinks that maybe he should be offended at this, but he loves it. He loves being used, loves the pain intermingling with the pleasure of it all. The shape of the stranger’s cock forces Leo’s vulnerable throat to contort around it.
His eyes nearly roll back at the sensation.
Leo reaches down to rub himself through his shorts. He doesn’t need much, as turned on as he is. His shorts are completely soaked through, and he wishes he brought something to ride for this.
He’d kill to be filled in both ends right now.
Leo moans as the stranger gets harsher with their thrusts. It almost feels like they’re punishing him for pushing them to this, and Leo feels intoxicatingly giddy about that.
He never thought he’d be such a masochist, but fuck it, he loves this shit.
Leo mouths a whine around the cock in his throat, feeling the lobes at the end start to tense up. The stranger’s thrusts stutter, and Leo’s mouth waters even more with anticipation.
The slider sucks as best he can, eager to be made a complete and total mess.
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Donnie’s hips push forward in a rolling pattern, in and out, back and forth, pushing him further and further with each thrust.
He pulls out less, and speeds up more, his movements near manic in the delirium of pleasure. He wants to be enveloped by this feeling forever. He wants to sink his teeth into this stranger, thrusting into a different kind of heat so his jaw can clamp around a neck.
He’s close, he can feel it, and by the moans he feels from the other, the sounds reverberating through his very core, he knows he’s not the only one.
And isn’t that something? That this unknown guy got off from having his throat fucked at such a punishing pace. That this random man purposely waited for a cock to come by and make use of him.
Donnie can think of someone else who could stand to be gagged like this.
The sheer idea of that is enough to bring the softshell to the very edge, and he breathes in heaving gasps, teeth bared as he holds off as best he can even as he drives his cock forward.
He’s so close, he knows it won’t take much more now.
Donnie knocks onto the wall. It’s only polite to give some sort of warning, he figures, especially since this stranger has been so good.
His cock twitches deep in that heat, and he waits for a response.
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Leo can tell the other is about to blow, but they keep annoyingly holding back. The slider sucks and licks and moans, greedily swallowing down every last drop of precum, but it isn’t enough.
He wants his tongue to be bathed in white.
Suddenly, Leo hears a knock on the wall.
In his overwhelmingly aroused state, it takes him a moment to understand what it meant.
They were giving Leo a warning. They were close.
Leo’s tail almost starts wagging.
Funny how someone who was so impatient to get their dick sucked that they banged on the wall all of a sudden decides now to be more considerate.
Leo nearly keens at the implication of that. The implication that he’d done a good job, that he’d been good, so he gets this as a reward.
Well, he wants another reward.
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Another knock answers the first one, and Donnie wastes no time speeding up further, losing all sense of pattern as his cock is enveloped by the wet, hot cavern of Leo’s mouth.
Leo furiously rubs at his slit through his shorts as he tries to match Donnie’s thrusts, nearly gagging at the force of them. His jaw is aching terribly and he couldn’t be more ecstatic.
With one last, brutal thrust, Donnie lets out an animalistic snarl. His cock spasms violently, the lobes unfurling and coating the sliders’s throat and mouth with thick white ropes. There’s so much that it overflows to spill out past Leo’s stretched lips and all over his thighs.
This is enough to send Leo right over the edge, whiting out his vision as he rides out his pleasure, the vision of cum pooled across his thighs sending a full body shudder through him as he keens.
And through it all, he continues to suck and suck and suck, already and completely addicted to the taste.
He couldn’t bring himself away even if he wanted to. Just as Donnie couldn’t pull away, not yet. They were stuck in a state of ecstasy, unknowing of who exactly they were sharing this moment with.
Eventually, Donnie softens and, slowly, reluctantly, he draws back, tucking himself back in once he does.
Leo is still reeling from the afterglow when Donnie knocks one more time on the wall.
It’s a bunch of deliberate taps and drags, and it’s only because Leo’s twin was such a nerd that Leo himself is able to parse through the code.
‘Good boy.’
Leo shivers, and has to force himself not to get aroused all over again. Instead, he sends a smug grin to the empty air, and gives a simple message back.
‘Just for you.’
He’d have given a winky face if he knew how, but the implied teasing tone manages to read loud and clear even to a pleasantly surprised Donnie.
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The softshell shakes his head, his exhaustion rearing its ugly head but not managing to diminish his current high. He shakily opens and closes the stall, looking back at the other one, still closed, its occupant as unknown as ever to him.
There’s an urge there, to stay and wait for the other as well. He can’t deny his curiosity at the stranger’s identity, yet…something stops him.
Donnie wants to see his face, and he’s urged to check up on the other, but an overwhelming hesitation makes him second guess things. Everything had been shockingly perfect, especially considering the circumstances, it feels like that fantasy may break if he sees the actual person on the other side. So, he chooses not to break that fantasy.
He lets himself look for a single moment more before he turns back and leaves.
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Leo feels too boneless and achy to make a move as he hears the other stall open and close. When the main bathroom door does the same, he knows the stranger had left.
He’s not sure how to feel about it.
On one hand, the entire point of this all was to be anonymous. On the other hand…well, call him sentimental, but he wants to meet the person who gave him such a great time. Honestly, he feels a bit…off, not having a follow up. A bit too floaty. Distant.
He takes a moment to bring himself back down to earth. Looking at his current state, he can’t leave the way he came in. He’s a mess of cum and tears, definitely not something the citizens of the Hidden City need to see right now.
So, he portals home.
Alone.
…His throat hurt.
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Later, when they’re both clean and laying in their respective beds, the two simultaneously decide on one thing.
Next week, they’ll do it again.