[He's being completely ignored now, he sees. He was too slow, or maybe, simply, there wasn't really any room for him in the first place. He gently dissociates for a second and thinks longingly about being on team Despair because then he could just give up and sink to the floor. Those sad bastards have it so easy.
But he's not on that team, and really, if he's pushed far enough to do something with lasting consequences, is it really his fault? Isn't it theirs for forcing him to that extreme? He digs his fingers into the warm flesh of Omi's stomach, trying to draw blood, though of course he can't accomplish the sort of feats Douman can, with teeth or nails.]
Omi... don't ignore me. [He'll say, his voice lowered to its deepest rumble, before shifting to bite down on Omi's neck.]
[Again, ignoring Fukuda. Oh, they know what he's doing. And it pleases Douman to deny out of spite, not because he dislikes Fukuda, but because they want to see the man squirm under the weight of jealousy.]
[They're starting to move back towards the bed and pulling Omi along, letting Omi undo the knots and ties of their robes. One hand moves to rest on Fukuda's head, briefly...before pulling back to yank at Omi's hair with a pleased rumble of a sound. If the other man will have one part of the neck, then Douman will have the other, moving in to bite down on the other side with a low moan.]
[He doesn't scream, but he moans. Between two different bites and the scratches down his front he's already hard. Maybe Fukuda didn't break skin, but it's impossible to ignore.
Douman's tugging him towards the bed. Omi doesn't really resist it.
His hands are busy with all the intricacies of Douman's clothing. But once it's mostly undone, he moves his hand down, twisting his fingers together with Fukuda's just for a moment.
[Honestly, he was on the verge of giving up. It's not his nature at this point to vie so viciously for attention, not like this. And maybe he really wasn't wanted... But then, Omi takes his hand, that short, subtle, tacit invitation. Fukuda's not good at subtleties but in a situation like this he's desperate to take any sign to keep going. Douman, too even, maybe that gentle touch of his head was a mistake, but maybe it was encouragement.
Still, he hesitates while still holding onto Omi, so by some arcane combination of that hesitation, Douman pulling Omi away, and Fukuda suddenly shifting his weight so he can follow after, he entirely loses his balance, and his grip tightens on Omi fruitlessly as he falls, which means he's either going to dangle sadly from this beef frame or Omi's coming down with him.]
[Douman, in the middle of pulling Omi to the bed, lets out a surprised noise as the momentum pulls not one man, but two on top of them. Cheeks a little flushed from the shock of it, they freeze, not knowing what to do, before attempting to wrap an arm around the both of them to pull them in.]
[Honestly, he has half a mind to continue to be spiteful, but... he's really more retaliatory, and if Douman's back to acknowledging his existince.... he's just going to lay his head on the cliddies.]
The look on your face...ah. How wonderful. Your innate jealousy... [And they turn their head to capture Fukuda's lips in a kiss, murmuring.] Like sweet, sweet nectar.
Anyway he is more than placated for now, being the one who gets attention, and he'll lean into the kiss, even as he tightens his grip on Omi's hand. I WILL have my cake and eat it too.]
[A little moan of a noise into the kiss - Douman's eyelids flutter from the spike of pleasure, their hands curling on both men's backs. However, not to be deterred, he smirks at Omi even as he tilts his head, bites lightly against Fukuda's jawline.]
Wait your turn.
[Yeah, he's practically asking for Omi to try more.]
[ He's stubborn and competitive when it comes down to it. Even when he says he isn't, he is. His free hand threads through Douman's hair and he moves to bite at their neck. ]
[Hm. First they were vying for Omi's attention, now Douman's?
Hm, it's fine, actually. The important thing is he's no longer being ignored? And currently, Omi is standing in the way of that. "Didn't you desperately want Omi's attention like 30 seconds ago?" That's the past!! This is now.
So he.... shoves??? Omi???? You heard the man!!! It's his turn right now!!! Begone, thot.]
[Its a laugh that's all too delighted. They're delighted with the bites, the fights, the attention. What a wonderful turn of affairs. Douman sees to reward Fukuda with a murmur of his name and a passionate kiss, hips shifting against the other's body, needy.]
[Even so, they trail a hand towards Omi's head, scratching over the side of it, teasing and light.]
[Hm. Well. Douman seems to like it when he acts like this? Does that mean the more aggressive he is about it, the more pleased they'll be?
Alright. Alright he can do this. This time, rather than trying to push Omi away, since that didn't work, he's pulling Omi in, and trying to wedge himself between him and Douman, grasping Omi's face, pulling it in close as his thumb presses into Omi's temple, where a hole could be. He could put a hole here if he wanted to.]
Haven't you had plenty already, Omi? Your sin is Envy, not Greed. [His voice, low as always, keeps dropping off more and more of his usual casual tone, leaving behind something dark and cold, even as his expression doesn't shift.]
[Now that's a wound - the moan that comes from Douman's mouth at the words and the growl in their ears is shameless, a low, needy, keening noise that seems to shudder through their body. Before they can turn and look at Omi, though, Fukuda is already moving to put himself between them.]
[How bold. Looks like there was more to Fukuda than it seemed, Douman's eyes flicker to that dark look in Fukuda's eyes, before turning to Omi.]
Now now. Omi wants what he wants. So do you, Fukuda. [They take Omi's hand, the one that just wounded them, and suck down on the tip of a finger.] Mmmmm. I want...the both of you. Whoever I'll fuck...I'll fuck. Come now. Decide which one of you will be first or just take what you desire. I won't wait all damn day.
[Somewhere in the back of Omi's mind he realizes the danger that Fukuda's trying to exude, shiver running down his spine. With the way he's gripping his head, what was said about him, the drill- But... right here with Douman beneath them, he grinds down- Fukuda, Douman, whoever he's straddling now. He wants to chase that pleasure.
Omi surges forward to kiss Fukuda, hard, insistent, and rough. This time he's not careful, teeth biting against his lips. All their sins are Envy, but that doesn't mean he can't be more than one at the same time. The moan from Douman sucking his finger gets swallowed up my Fukuda's mouth.
[Fukuda's not very loud in these situations, it's all soft, low noises, often muffled, and it's one of those he makes against the rough kiss, and he grabs a fistful of Omi's hair in response, yanking just a bit too hard.
When Omi pulls away and says that, well, it's not surprising. But he has other plans;]
Why should we have to take turns? I'm sure Douman's experienced enough to take us both. [(Fukuda voice) Douman's a slut they can take two dicks at once.]
[Its a lovely sight, to see the both of them vying for their attention, but then that question comes from Fukuda. Douman sincerely blinks in surprise - its not a suggestion they thought would've ever come from the man.]
.....Ohhh? [Their body feels flushed, heated - even the suggestion makes it feel like the room's temperature has gone up a few degrees. Ah. To have more than once, at the same time...] That is...only if you both can truly handle it.
[It's at this point Fukuda's rational normal brain catches up to him and he realizes how out of his depth he is, since he's never been in a threesome before much less one with double penetration, and also he's never topped a man before without said man guiding him through it?
Anyway it's fine probably. This is the price he has to pay for not letting Omi win. He clears his throat and hopes no one noticed his moment of freezing up.]
Mm. I've seen this sort of thing on the internet plenty of times. [WAIT FUCK HE DIDN'T MEAN TO SAY THAT PART OUT LOUD.]
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But he's not on that team, and really, if he's pushed far enough to do something with lasting consequences, is it really his fault? Isn't it theirs for forcing him to that extreme? He digs his fingers into the warm flesh of Omi's stomach, trying to draw blood, though of course he can't accomplish the sort of feats Douman can, with teeth or nails.]
Omi... don't ignore me.
[He'll say, his voice lowered to its deepest rumble, before shifting to bite down on Omi's neck.]
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[Again, ignoring Fukuda. Oh, they know what he's doing. And it pleases Douman to deny out of spite, not because he dislikes Fukuda, but because they want to see the man squirm under the weight of jealousy.]
[They're starting to move back towards the bed and pulling Omi along, letting Omi undo the knots and ties of their robes. One hand moves to rest on Fukuda's head, briefly...before pulling back to yank at Omi's hair with a pleased rumble of a sound. If the other man will have one part of the neck, then Douman will have the other, moving in to bite down on the other side with a low moan.]
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Douman's tugging him towards the bed. Omi doesn't really resist it.
His hands are busy with all the intricacies of Douman's clothing. But once it's mostly undone, he moves his hand down, twisting his fingers together with Fukuda's just for a moment.
Come on.
Join them. Fight for the attention you want.]
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Still, he hesitates while still holding onto Omi, so by some arcane combination of that hesitation, Douman pulling Omi away, and Fukuda suddenly shifting his weight so he can follow after, he entirely loses his balance, and his grip tightens on Omi fruitlessly as he falls, which means he's either going to dangle sadly from this beef frame or Omi's coming down with him.]
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[And there Fukuda goes.]
[Douman, in the middle of pulling Omi to the bed, lets out a surprised noise as the momentum pulls not one man, but two on top of them. Cheeks a little flushed from the shock of it, they freeze, not knowing what to do, before attempting to wrap an arm around the both of them to pull them in.]
Ah, Fukuda. Clumsy, clumsy, hm?
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Omi feels the mounting tension dissipate, and honestly he just laughs as he's pulled in.]
You alright?
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Sorry... I didn't mean to make us all fall...
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[Douman seems to at least acknowledge Fukuda's existence now, petting over his and Omi's hair lightly.]
You're very intense, Fukuda. Or at least, you can get that way. Now then...shall we continue?
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He's content to stay like this for a moment, but he'll look over to see what Fukuda decides to do.]
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Only because you were egging me on, Mr Douman... And Omi wasn't helping, either...
[Though he's still going to reach out for Omi's hand.]
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[Douman grins wide, eyes glimmering mischievously.]
The look on your face...ah. How wonderful. Your innate jealousy... [And they turn their head to capture Fukuda's lips in a kiss, murmuring.] Like sweet, sweet nectar.
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Omi is right here. Pay attention to him.]
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Anyway he is more than placated for now, being the one who gets attention, and he'll lean into the kiss, even as he tightens his grip on Omi's hand. I WILL have my cake and eat it too.]
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[A little moan of a noise into the kiss - Douman's eyelids flutter from the spike of pleasure, their hands curling on both men's backs. However, not to be deterred, he smirks at Omi even as he tilts his head, bites lightly against Fukuda's jawline.]
Wait your turn.
[Yeah, he's practically asking for Omi to try more.]
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[ He's stubborn and competitive when it comes down to it. Even when he says he isn't, he is. His free hand threads through Douman's hair and he moves to bite at their neck. ]
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Hm, it's fine, actually. The important thing is he's no longer being ignored? And currently, Omi is standing in the way of that. "Didn't you desperately want Omi's attention like 30 seconds ago?" That's the past!! This is now.
So he.... shoves??? Omi???? You heard the man!!! It's his turn right now!!! Begone, thot.]
They said wait.
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[Its a laugh that's all too delighted. They're delighted with the bites, the fights, the attention. What a wonderful turn of affairs. Douman sees to reward Fukuda with a murmur of his name and a passionate kiss, hips shifting against the other's body, needy.]
[Even so, they trail a hand towards Omi's head, scratching over the side of it, teasing and light.]
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When he's pushed, he snarls, wolf like. It's not enough to move him. But he shifts, thighs straddling Douman's, and starting to rub against them.]
Hell no.
[His nails dig into Douman's shoulder, almost hard enough to draw blood. He growls into Douman's ear.]
Look at me.
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Alright. Alright he can do this. This time, rather than trying to push Omi away, since that didn't work, he's pulling Omi in, and trying to wedge himself between him and Douman, grasping Omi's face, pulling it in close as his thumb presses into Omi's temple, where a hole could be. He could put a hole here if he wanted to.]
Haven't you had plenty already, Omi? Your sin is Envy, not Greed.
[His voice, low as always, keeps dropping off more and more of his usual casual tone, leaving behind something dark and cold, even as his expression doesn't shift.]
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[Now that's a wound - the moan that comes from Douman's mouth at the words and the growl in their ears is shameless, a low, needy, keening noise that seems to shudder through their body. Before they can turn and look at Omi, though, Fukuda is already moving to put himself between them.]
[How bold. Looks like there was more to Fukuda than it seemed, Douman's eyes flicker to that dark look in Fukuda's eyes, before turning to Omi.]
Now now. Omi wants what he wants. So do you, Fukuda. [They take Omi's hand, the one that just wounded them, and suck down on the tip of a finger.] Mmmmm. I want...the both of you. Whoever I'll fuck...I'll fuck. Come now. Decide which one of you will be first or just take what you desire. I won't wait all damn day.
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Omi surges forward to kiss Fukuda, hard, insistent, and rough. This time he's not careful, teeth biting against his lips. All their sins are Envy, but that doesn't mean he can't be more than one at the same time. The moan from Douman sucking his finger gets swallowed up my Fukuda's mouth.
Pulling away-]
I'm first.
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When Omi pulls away and says that, well, it's not surprising. But he has other plans;]
Why should we have to take turns? I'm sure Douman's experienced enough to take us both.
[(Fukuda voice) Douman's a slut they can take two dicks at once.]
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[Its a lovely sight, to see the both of them vying for their attention, but then that question comes from Fukuda. Douman sincerely blinks in surprise - its not a suggestion they thought would've ever come from the man.]
.....Ohhh? [Their body feels flushed, heated - even the suggestion makes it feel like the room's temperature has gone up a few degrees. Ah. To have more than once, at the same time...] That is...only if you both can truly handle it.
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[He shifts so he's kissing Douman this time, still rough and eager.]
Looks like you want it. [And Omi's perfectly happy to give.]
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Anyway it's fine probably. This is the price he has to pay for not letting Omi win. He clears his throat and hopes no one noticed his moment of freezing up.]
Mm. I've seen this sort of thing on the internet plenty of times.
[WAIT FUCK HE DIDN'T MEAN TO SAY THAT PART OUT LOUD.]
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