none of us are free from sin

[alloutoflove]

At some point I uploaded new icons and botched some of my threads. Oops.
Also listen like 95% of this post is extremely nsfw. Double oops.

Stargazing → It's a nice clear night, and even when you live in a big city, there are places to get away and look at the stars. There's supposed to be a meteor shower tonight; maybe now's the time to make a wish.

Domesticity → Sometimes domesticity is a white picket fence and two kids and a dog; sometimes it's an apartment that's a little shabby but comfortable; sometimes it's just the people you're with.

What The Housekeeper Saw!! → What. What are you doing. Why are you doing it.

Spoiler prompt: There's a game you play sometimes, when you're acting. "Baby, if you love me, please please smile," you say, and the other person replies, "Baby, I love you, but I just can't smile." If you can make them smile, you win. If you don't, they win. And sometimes you don't even know you're playing the game. END PROMPT

Wildcard!! → Just what it says.

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[alloutoflove]

Mmmmmmnn!!

[ Her back arches hard when Juzo shifts, her head falling back against his shoulder as she gasps frantically for breath. A dim part of her knows they have Kyousuke's permission finally and she wants, but she has to take the moment to writhe first, trusting Juzo to keep her steady as she rides out the sensation. It's not quite a climax, but it has her shaking almost as hard, even as she rallies herself to do her part.

She lifts her hips just enough to realign their bodies, then reaches to grasp Juzo's cock and hold it steady as she sinks down onto him in a single slick rush. ]

[rockyxiii]

[It feels even more intense than it did the first time in the bedroom; Juzo holds still for her, first tipping his head back, hissing out, then tilting it forward to rest against her shoulder again once she's settled. His hands slide up to rest flat on her ribs, spread wide over her body. It's enough to cover an awful lot of her; she's so small . . .

He puts a little pressure on them to urge her to lean back and press her back to his chest, shifting the angle of their hips to expose the both of them even more—the way they're fit together, now, shamelessly on display for Kyousuke.]

. . . Can you see us, Kyousuke . . . ?

[deathisanopendoor]

[He feels faintly jealous of them both, but not actually jealous at all. He's not going to think this is something done without him, when it's just the opposite. As strong as his desire is in this moment, for both of them, he feels strangely like he's the one they're both pleasuring, even though in a strictly physical sense, that's all him doing it to himself. In long and slow strokes, heavy-lidded eyes fixed on the place where Juzo and Chisa's bodies are joined.]

Yes—continue to ensure that I can see everything.

[alloutoflove]

[ She sinks back with a shaky little moan, only to gasp higher when Juzo moves them. He does it so effortlessly she's dazed, shivering as she adjusts to the new position. Her head lolls against his shoulder as she looks up at Kyousuke again, heavy-eyed and adoring. Is he enjoying this? She's too unfocused to be able to tell how much he's moving, but it looks like he might be...

Chisa covers one of Juzo's hands with hers, her fingers sliding between his, like a further illustration of how much larger he is than her. ]

Sh, should we... mmn, ah, can we move? Please? What else...?

[rockyxiii]

[Chisa may be asking permission, but Juzo isn't waiting; he's already beginning to move, slowly pushing up and then falling back under Chisa's hips, thrusting in deep and then pulling out definitely far enough that Kyousuke will be able to see the motion of his cock as it glides along. His face is still pressed against Chisa's shoulder; for a few strokes he keeps his eyes squeezed shut. But he wants to see. He forces them open again to peek hazily at Kyousuke, taking him in, trying to determine whether he's touching himself yet.]

[deathisanopendoor]

[He's becoming increasingly obvious about it; though his movements are still subtle he can't hide all the shifting in his right shoulder, and he lets his lips fall open with heavy, rhythmic breathing.

He still thinks he's subtle, though. Enough that even if he braces himself with his left hand gripping onto the edge of his desk, he thinks that could totally be a normal gesture, and most of it won't show up on the webcam anyway. He's right, but for those already looking for evidence that he's doing something, it's pretty damning.]

Yes—move just like that. Her chest, too—

[He's not going to be picky about whether she plays with her own breasts or Juzo does, but someone should be doing it.

Juzo's cock in Chisa is already pretty alluring on its own, though. Not only can he see it as it moves in and out of her, he swears he can see the outline of the tip moving in her belly—or maybe that's just wishful thinking on his part, because the idea of it turns him on even more. Juzo is clearly larger than he is, in that respect as much as in any other. How must it feel for Chisa, being penetrated by something bigger than she's used to? How much better must it be? Kyousuke doesn't feel insecure, at least not in this moment. Rather, the potential for her pleasure excites him. And if it's good for her, then maybe it will be good for him, too, if he has it later—]

[alloutoflove]

[ This time, she responds almost immediately, tightening her grip on Juzo's hand and dragging it up to her breast, her breath coming in a shaky little sigh. A pleased little smile touches her lips when she sees Kyousuke brace himself -- she's always been proud of getting responses out of him, and knowing he's touching himself watching them is a definite triumph.

Once she has Juzo's hand in place, though, she slides her other down her belly, using her fingers to spread herself even further for Kyousuke's view. ]

K, Kyousuke... Kyousuke, like this? Is this good?

[ She swipes her finger over her clit and has to close her eyes for a moment, shuddering. With her hand where it is, she can feel the way Juzo's cock moves, slow and easy, controlled with his strength here as he always is. She's still smiling, though, finally peeking under her lashes at Kyousuke's face. ]

[rockyxiii]

[Juzo can't see what Chisa's doing, behind her like this, but he knows she's doing something. It probably involves touching herself. Good. That leaves Juzo to have her breasts all he wants, give Kyousuke a show there too, grip on nice and tight . . .

He uses both hands, cupping them firmly. Even his hands can't quite take hold of all of them—she's a very busty woman, and he's never fully realized that as much as he does in this moment, feeling them both in his hands—but it's enough that he can touch, squeeze, push them together, rub his thumbs over her nipples. It's something he doesn't have to focus to do, just something to occupy his hands while he works himself into a faster rhythm; he doesn't want to go too fast yet, but he's definitely beginning to lose some of the control he has over that. It's overwhelming. Even having already come more than once today, he already feels tense, like he can't get in deep enough, fast enough, and needs more, harder—

But he's still controlled in the way he moves, for now.]

[deathisanopendoor]

Yes, keep—keep touching yourself like that.

[He swallows, abruptly aware of how his voice is starting to get out of his control. He keeps his mouth shut for now, focusing more intently on stroking himself, tightening his grip and quickening his pace, and doing what he can to keep his moan on the faint side.]

[alloutoflove]

[ Chisa smiles at that, pleasure-hazed, distracted, but definitely sly. Aha. She knows that tone in his voice, and that's as much encouragement -- if not more -- than his orders.

Now, finally, she lets her head fall back against Juzo's shoulder again as she lets her fingers brush against her clit again, teasing herself. Occasionally she lets her hand dip lower still, tracing the seam of where Juzo's body sinks into hers, dragging her fingertips against his cock when he moves. She doesn't bother with words, this time, moaning every time Juzo's control falters. ]

[rockyxiii]

[It's faltering more and more as they move. He has to shift to brace himself harder on the floor, squeezing her breasts hard to help adjust her, shifting the angle a little, and then once that's settled—]

K, Kyousuke. Chisa . . . harder?

I can't hold back anymore.

[deathisanopendoor]

...Then don't hold back...

[He's careful to enunciate the words, but it takes effort. He shivers, focused intently on watching them, not really holding back in touching himself either.]

[alloutoflove]

Mmmhm...

[ She doesn't actually say anything about it, but she does twist as best she can, tilting her head to rest against Juzo's, nuzzling. It's a tender sort of gesture, more affectionate than sexual. Hi.

And then she flexes around him, as tightly as she can, her eyes squeezing shut. ]

[rockyxiii]

[Both of those things happening in quick succession are deeply embarrassing, on some level—not in a bad way, but in a thrilling way, just like this whole situation. Juzo can't let himself think about them any more closely than he can let himself think about the fact that he's literally fucking his best friend(/boyfriend???)'s girlfriend (his own girlfriend?!) in front of him while he gets off—

It's a good thing he's too far gone to dwell that much on much of anything right now. He doesn't even have time to have much visible reaction, other than a flustered gasp, before he slips instead into just going for it: hands squeezing tight to brace them both, feet planted on the ground, so that he can close his eyes and mouth at her throat and just fuck up into her, hard. Hard enough to lift them both off the couch, hard enough to be audible over the webcam.]

[deathisanopendoor]

[He finally allows himself to let out a shuddering moan without disguising it, comforting himself with the possibility that they can't even hear him over the sound of their own sex. He can see their eyes close, too, and that he doesn't have to delude himself about. If he looks very obviously like he is experiencing sexual pleasure right now, they're not in a position to know... And, if one or both of them open their eyes just to see him, then maybe he should finally give them what they want there.]

[alloutoflove]

[ Chisa yelps at that, surprised but delighted; she's not in any position at all to hear anything but herself, shamelessly loud, if not very vocal. Each thrust drives another cry out of her, even as she tries to bear down harder still. She's definitely going to be feeling this later.

For the first few seconds she's too distracted by just feeling, and then she blindly gropes down again, pressing her other hand over her own mouth as she rubs at her clit -- not too hard yet, not when she's this close, but definitely working herself up, and occasionally spreading her fingers wider on a beat of pause, just to better show off. ]

[rockyxiii]

[Juzo thinks he hears Kyousuke moaning, in the same way he thinks he can feel Chisa touching herself; they both filter into his consciousness through the haze of his own intensity, and maybe they're both just fantasies, even, but he sure hopes both are true. They're both hot to think about. He can't look for a good minute—his focus is too intensely on moving with Chisa, forcing himself hard into that wet tightness and then bouncing back only to do it again even harder, push those moans out of her—but he does want to see. He wants so badly to see Kyousuke's face. Finally he forces his eyes open and manages to look directly at the camera, with a choked gasp.]

Ch, Chisa—Kyousuke—!

[deathisanopendoor]

[Juzo making eye contact with him and calling his name out mid-coitus is a jolt of intensity. He trembles, a hand clasping over his mouth—but he doesn't come yet. In fact, his other hand stops moving for a moment. He's not ready yet... There's still more to watch, and if he squeezes his eyes shut under the force of his orgasm, then he won't be able to see it. He would be missing the way Chisa is spreading herself out, which would be a tragedy, because he can tell that image will be burned into his mind to think about later.

He swallows hard, hand shakily lowering from his mouth, deciding to come clean, his voice projecting enough to be heard even through the sound quality of the mic and speakers, and hopefully through the sounds of Juzo and Chisa fucking, too.]

—I won't be reaching climax until both of you have finished first. Keep that in mind.

[Only after saying this does he realize this is going to go both ways. If he's only coming after they are, they won't be distracted by themselves. They'll be able to watch it as it happens while knowing for a fact what it is. Oh, well.]

[alloutoflove]

--ah--

[ Chisa's eyes snap open at that, and for a moment she can only stare, stunned, at Kyousuke's face. It's one thing to be 95% certain your audience is enjoying himself, but to have him just say that, so matter of factly...!

This is definitely going to be something she'll congratulate herself about later.

For now, though, she swallows hard and nods, dumbly, before closing her eyes and rolling her fingers harder against her clit. A part of her wants to wait and get Juzo off first, but he sounds so close that it surely won't take that long. It doesn't for her, after all: a few seconds later she cries out, almost a wail, her back curling in an arch as she comes. It's probably a good thing Juzo has a tight grip on her, because she certainly can't steady herself at all right now. ]

[rockyxiii]

Wwwwwe'll—

[He had something he wanted to express. Something to promise there, but he can't anymore. Chisa wasn't wrong in reading his tells; he'd been hovering right on the edge anyway. He's not strong enough to hold out anymore against all of that. Kyousuke touching himself, the feel of Chisa tightening around him, both of their moans—

He'll just have to do it later. Right now he can't do anything but close his eyes again, grit his teeth, press his face against Chisa's throat, and jerk his hips up hard and deep as he comes inside her.]

[deathisanopendoor]

[He wasn't actually expecting them both to come so soon after his saying that. It gives him an irresponsibly strong rush of power. He could get off on that alone right now, and he's tempted, particularly when he still has this window in which Juzo and Chisa are still distracted...

But it's because they're still distracted that he can't bring himself to. He still wants to watch them, in their afterglow as much as in the leadup to it. He's stroking himself at a slow and steady pace again, though, trying to ease himself closer to the edge.]

[alloutoflove]

[ For a few long moments she continues to sway in place, and then she sags back bonelessly in Juzo's arms, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks. She still has the one hand between her legs, and when she lifts it, her fingers are visibly sticky. Nice. She peeks out from under her lashes, seeking Kyousuke's face again. Is he still watching? How close is he? It's always a treat, watching him come undone.

Even as she thinks that, though, she snuggles back a little more against Juzo's body, tilting her head to rest against his again, like she'd done before. It isn't ideal -- ideal would be Kyousuke actually with them -- but it's quite good for now. ]

[rockyxiii]

. . . Kyousuke. Do you wanna see . . . ?

[This is what had occurred to him before; now in the afterglow, he can finally focus on it again. Juzo tries to watch both of them at the same time, hazy and fond, completely captivated by both the boneless exhausted Chisa and Kyousuke's building tension.

He reaches down, though, to slip himself out of her and encourage her to spread her thighs with his hands, so that Kyousuke gets a good clear look at the mess Juzo just made inside of her.]

[deathisanopendoor]

[He gasps, the sight of that causing him to jerk with a shudder. He reflexively speeds up his hand again, imagining himself there right now, getting to press up against them to go right in after Juzo pulls out, Chisa already wrecked—how foreign it would feel, with her already full of another man's ejaculate—well, not just any man's. Juzo's, specifically.

He moans, whimpering, clearly right on the edge, but he's still struggling to watch them for now.]

Nnnn—

[alloutoflove]

Aaah--!

[ Chisa shudders at that, her eyes going wider for a few seconds as Juzo slides out and moves her. Her gaze is still locked on Kyousuke's face, though, and there's definitely a moment where she's imagining the same thing. What if he could fuck her up against Juzo, on top of both of them like he should be -- he'd be able to feel Juzo like this too, wouldn't he? Up close and sated but still part of it, still able to touch Kyousuke too--

That's definitely going to be something she suggests later. For the time being, she reaches to smooth her hand against her inner thigh, spreading her fingers wide and smirking coyly for the camera. ]