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I&D: Living the Dream
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes
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This story contains HEAVY D/s material. HEAVY. If it ain't your bag, please utilize the back button now. You have been warned!

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If walking was a nightmare, dancing was pure torture.

When they left the bathroom, they headed back to the bar. Izumo approached Raidou and stood, waiting for orders. Raidou simply reached out and pulled him close. "Finish your juice, we'll be dancing soon," he whispered into Izumo's ear.

Izumo nodded and picked up his glass, looking around. The crowd had grown significantly, the bar now nearly packed, just in the time they were gone. Some of the younger ninja had already started dancing, and he could see Aoba back at the table with Ebisu, Anko and now Iwashi. All three of them were looking his way. He turned back around, drained his glass and took a deep breath.

He was still on, still more than a little crazy. It was impossible not to be, after the time in the bathroom. His cock was still incredibly hard, the brush of fabric over it making it nearly impossible to calm down. Raidou's hand trailed over his ass then and he worked to suppress the groan at the feel. The hand squeezed gently, then let go. Izumo fought to suppress the sigh of relief.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on calming down. He was going to be insane by the end of the night, he was sure of it. He was so aroused, so focused on sex and his Sirs -- what they wanted, what he could do for them that he could think of very little else. He took a deep breath, working to center himself just a little bit.

And as he did, he realized that he wasn't focused on the public venue. He wasn't worried about other people. All he was focused on, was them.

He took another deep breath and opened his eyes when he felt Raidou's hand on his elbow. "Time to dance, boy."

Izumo was grateful he'd had those few minutes. He'd managed to calm down some, so that he wasn't too crazy when they started dancing. He was still aroused, but not quite as desperately hard as he'd been when he left the bathroom.

They headed out to the dance floor, the heavy beats pounding through the speakers pushing through the last of his nervousness and residual fears. He started to move with the music before he was even on the platform itself. As they stepped up, Raidou's hands went to his hips and the bigger man's body was moving against him.

And just like that, he was getting aroused again. Raidou didn't do anything, at first, to specifically get him going. But just being up against his husband's - his Sir's incredible hard body was enough.

Before long, Kotetsu was also against him, grinding into him in front, and Izumo realized the other man was just as aroused as he was. There were hands on him, lips nibbling and within a very short period of time, he was back to being damned near insane and desperate. He wanted, could think of nothing but fucking or getting fucked, it didn't matter.

Genma and Raidou switched places at some point and the assassin's hands went to work moving over his body, teasing him, pushing him further. His neck was nibbled on again, then the other man sucked the skin in, marking him and the feel of that went straight to his cock. He wondered how long they'd make him wait, how long before he could feel one of them inside of him instead of the latex plug.

He leaned back against the tall, hard body and his head was tilted up. He accepted the kiss and their tongues tangled, lips moving over each other's, this kiss making him even more crazy for how thorough it was. Gen teased his still-sensitive nipples, Tetsu's hands grabbed his ass and he felt those same hands then slide around and run over Gen's hard length, a corresponding groan vibrating along Izumo's back from the taller man.

He wasn't paying attention to how long they'd been out there. It was a while, he knew that, but he didn't keep count of songs or look at a clock. But he couldn't wait any more. He turned to the taller man behind him and ran his fingers through the long brown hair.

Genma sucked at his neck, leaving another mark then pulled back. "Want something, boy?"

"You, Sir," Zumo murmured into the taller man's ear.

"Oh?" Gen asked, nipping at his earlobe and dragging another moan from him. "What do you want?"

Izumo swallowed, then forced out, "Wanna get fucked by you, Sir."

"Mmm. Are you sure about that? Do you really want to go into the back hall here in the bar and have me fuck you?"

"Yes, Sir. Please." Izumo whimpered in need as Kotetsu chose that moment to push one of his legs between the younger man's, yet again grinding against Izumo's insanely hard cock, the other man's own arousal just as hard.

"Please what, boy?" Genma pushed.

Izumo released a whine, then forced the answer through. "Please fuck me, Sir."

"Where, boy?" Sir asked. "Tell me," he ordered when Izumo hesitated, succeeding in finally unlocking the words from the younger man's throat.

"Here, Sir. In the back hall. Fuck me, Sir, please..." he trailed off.

"Are you sure?" A nip, a bite, a tweak of nipples. "You really want me to take you back in that hall, pull this plug with everyone around and fuck this slutty ass?"

"Yes, Sir. Please, Sir," Izumo groaned.

Kotetsu nipped at the other side of his neck and he felt a big hand on one hip dancing along the edge of his sore cheek. Gen's other hand teased his nipples again. "I don't know if you really want it."

Izumo nearly cried in frustration. "Yes, Sir, I do. I want it. Fuck me, here. I don't care who's there. Just, please, fuck me." He was begging, he knew it and didn't care. All he wanted, all he could think about was having his husband buried inside of him. And more than that, he realized, he wanted it there.

"Hmm. Maybe we should just go home..." Genma started.

"No!" Izumo nearly shouted, surprising even himself. "Sir," he quickly added, chewing on his bottom lip.

"No?" Genma asked, pulling back, eyebrows up.

Izumo shook his head. "No, Sir. Here, now, please."

Genma's lips tilted in a half-smile. "Very well, boy. Come with me," he stepped back and turned toward the back hall. Izumo followed, pausing with him when he stopped to exchange words with Raidou. Rai looked him over, the older man's lips spread into a smile, then he leaned down and dropped a kiss on Izumo's cheek. When he stood, he turned and pulled Kotetsu closer and they both went back to dancing.

Genma worked his way through the crowd and Izumo grabbed the tail of his shirt to keep up. They finally emerged along the wall near the hallway. As they headed into the dim corridor, the younger man's cock twitched and asshole flexed around the plug in anticipation.

They found that the same corner they were in earlier behind the boxes was free. Izumo didn't even register the couple in the other corner; he was too focused on his Sir and what he was finally getting. Genma pulled Izumo into his arms and turned them so the younger man was pinned against the wall. He sucked hard at the skin of Izumo's collarbone pulling a groan from his husband. He released it, pausing to admire the mark then said, "Turn around, pants open."

"Yes, Sir," Izumo managed, breathless, spinning around, his hands scrambling for his button. A few seconds later, the pants were around his legs and he felt a snap on his harness release. He groaned loudly as the plug was worked out of him, the muscles flexing around the empty air. A minute beyond that, he heard the click of a cap then his husband's cock was nudging him.

Gen entered him in one swift stroke and he grunted as his prostrate was hit, bracing himself against the wall. His Sir didn't tease, wasn't interested in slow. These thrusts were hard and fast, damned near insane, stimulating Izumo's prostate over and over. "Stroke yourself, boy," Genma grunted, moving even faster.

Zumo's hand dove for his cock, movements fast and frantic. "Tell me when you're ready to come," Gen ordered.

Izumo managed to get out, "Yes, Sir," his palm flying over his incredibly hard cock, pre-cum flowing from the tip almost non-stop.

He vaguely registered the shouts of the other couple in the hall as they reached their orgasms. Somewhere in his lust-fogged brain, he recognized one of the voices as Aoba's and the other as Wash's, but it was barely a blip on his mental radar. He just couldn't care, the feel of his husband nearly pounding into him the only thing he could focus his attention on.

It simultaneously felt like he hovered there, on the edge, needing to come for forever and yet it couldn't have been too long. Gen's hands tightened on his hips then pulled a little and Izumo arched his back in response. Then his Sir's voice floated into his ear. "Are you getting closer, boy? Want to come?"

"Fuck yes, Sir... God, so good..." he moaned.

"Mmm, you feel so good boy. This slutty ass is just so hungry, isn't it? Want my cum in you, boy?" Genma murmured, breath ghosting over Izumo's sensitive skin.

Izumo whimpered, "Yes, Sir."

"Not yet... oh God not yet," Genma moaned and Izumo wondered which one of them that was directed to. "This feels too good to rush," he managed and forced himself to slow down.

Izumo buried the resulting whine with effort as the thrusts turned almost lazy.

"Are you thinking about where you are, boy?" His Sir's voice asked, reminding him of exactly that.

Izumo grunted, his prostate being hit right then. He forced himself to concentrate. "Y-yes, Sir. In the... bar."

"Mmm. Yes. Anyone could walk up and see us fucking..." he trailed off, nipping at Izumo's neck again, then biting down hard.

Another loud moan was released and he realized that the idea had caused his cock to jump.

"Ohh, I think you're starting to like that." A deep, throaty chuckle. "Are you?"

Izumo's breath stuttered in his chest, his hand tightened a little around his cock as the truth of it hit. "Y... yes, Sir."

Genma gave a particularly hard thrust then, hitting his prostate again, pulling more loud grunts from him. "Good," he said, dragging the word out. "That pleases me," he added, then paused, reduced briefly to grunts. He seemed to fight with himself a moment, then his hips sped up again. "Fuck, boy, you feel so good... too good... Nngh... fuck... Gonna make me come," he groaned.

The erotic words went straight to Izumo's own cock. A spurt of pre-cum came out, his hand sped up a little and his orgasm screamed nearer. "Close, Sir. So fucking close..." He trailed off, his moans getting louder and turning wordless.

Genma pulled Izumo's hand away from his cock and he couldn't hold back the whine that escaped. But then, the taller man wrapped his own around it and started stroking. "Oh, God!" Izumo nearly shouted.

"You ready for my cum, boy?" Genma asked, his thrusts getting harder, his dick driving the younger man completely insane.

"Yes. Oh fuck yes, Sir!" Izumo did shout that time. Thankfully, the music had gotten louder and drowned out most of the words. "I'm... oh God, I'm gonna come..."

"Both hands on the wall, boy," Genma instructed around his grunts and when Izumo complied, he let go of the younger man's cock, grabbed both hips in his hands and nearly slammed into Izumo, his orgasm tearing through him. "Oh, FUCK, boy!" He bit down on the other man's shoulder to muffle other sounds, then let go again, the pleasure too much. "Oh God, oh fuck, boy, so... Nngh... fucking..." Genma babbled as nerves fried and he emptied himself into his boy.

He slumped forward as it faded, bracing himself against the wall. He looked down to see Izumo's poor neglected cock, pre-cum dripping from it, rock hard, jumping from the denied release and even in the dark he could see the near purple color. The other man's breathing was still ragged and short as he tried desperately to get a hold of himself. Gen gave himself another moment, then stood up. He reached for the plug where it had been hanging from the harness and as soon as he pulled out of the other man, pushed the plug back in place, refastening the snap.

He turned Izumo around and pulled his husband's pants back up, the whimper from the younger man loud in the break of the music. He tucked the hard, straining cock into the dark pants, noting with amusement mixed with pity -- which he worked hard to hide, that it didn't want to be contained. He finally adjusted it enough so that it wouldn't, at least, be painful. Every time he touched it, it drew another groan or whimper from his boy.

"Something wrong, boy?" Genma asked and Izumo shook his head quickly.

"No Sir," he replied.

"Good." He leaned in, "Remember, that cock is for my pleasure or your other Sirs. You come when it pleases us for you to and only when it pleases us. If we want you to wait, you wait, like now. I like knowing you're still hard, still aroused from my cock in your ass and my cum inside you." Genma paused, taking in the reaction in the other man -- the fast rise and fall of chest, the tongue darting out to wet dry lips, the hands fisting to keep from touching himself. It never ceased to amaze Genma how much Izumo put himself through to make them happy and that thought always did crazy things to him on the inside. Made him want to love, care for and protect the other man that much more. He reached up and cupped a hand around Izumo's face.

Izumo closed his eyes and leaned his head slightly into the hand, taking the comfort for what it was. The rest of his body was still crazy; he was fairly certain he was going to end up with a major case of blue ball by the end of the night. This thought came to him as the realization truly hit him of how the rest of the night was going to go. He'd already been brought to the edge of orgasm and denied twice and he knew he was going to be fucked and filled, stimulated and brought back to the edge, over and over again, and still not allowed release until the very end, unless they decided otherwise. He knew it would be huge, incredible, when he finally was allowed to come, but that didn't really make the frustration any easier to deal with right then.

He reminded himself that he pleased them with this, by doing this, taking what they give, doing for them and that alone started to calm him down. He took a deep breath, then another and a couple more later, he was feeling much better. Genma leaned into him, tilting his chin up and kissing him thoroughly, pulling a quiet moan from his throat. When the taller man pulled back, he bent to Izumo's ear. "Good, boy. You've pleased me very much." He dropped a light kiss on Izumo's cheek and the younger man shivered at the praise and kiss. "Now, let's see if you can please your other Sirs as well as you've pleased me." Genma stepped back, tucked himself away, pulled his own zipper up and turned to head back down the hall.

They found the other two at the bar, taking a break. Raidou ordered him some juice and pulled him into the bigger man's arms. "Did you enjoy getting fucked in such a public place, boy?" Raidou asked in his ear.

Izumo's breath caught at the thought of it - Genma's cock inside of him, the idea that they could have been seen. "Yes, Sir, I did. I didn't expect to, but.." he paused and took a deep breath. "But I did."

Raidou nodded. "Good. And do you like having Sir Genma's cum still inside of you?" Raidou asked, then pulled back to watch his facial expression.

Izumo blushed, but nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"How does it feel? To know that? That your Sir is still there?"

Izumo paused to take a drink of the juice that was delivered, wetting his dry throat. He glanced up, focusing on Raidou's chin, thinking it through. Realistically, he knew he couldn't actually feel the cum in there. Even though he knew it was entirely psychological, it was almost like he could.

But, he did recognize it was all in his mind. And that the emotional side of it - that psychological part is what felt good. He felt almost... owned... claimed. He shook his head slightly, frustrated at his inability to find the right word, then it crystallized for him. "Dominated," he said, finally. "I... feel submissive, Sir."

Raidou's lips tilted into a small smile. "Good." The bigger man pulled him in. "It's good for you to be reminded of who you belong to in that way."

Izumo knew why Raidou specified how he belonged to them. He wore his wedding ring, like they all did, but that was about his commitment to their marriage. This was about his service to his Sirs and how he belonged to them in that way.

Raidou pulled him even closer, then, the taller man's hands sliding down his back to rest on his ass. They squeezed gently, sending more of those spikes of pleasure-pain through him, the cheeks still plenty sore. He gasped at the sensations, his softening cock responding quickly.

One big hand came up, wrapping around the back of Izumo's neck, cupping his head. He leaned forward slightly, nuzzling the younger man's ear, leaving light kisses over one cheek. "You've done so well tonight, pleased us so much."

Izumo took a deep breath at the words, almost melting into his Sir. In that moment, it all really came home to him -- he knew he'd do anything, go through anything, be anything they wanted him to. He'd be denied all night, days, or longer, if that was what made them happy. Because he needed to do that for them.

He turned his head, returning the light kiss and a quiet moan came out when Raidou's lips captured his. The bigger man's tongue slid along his own and they tangled, both getting a little lost in the kiss. Raidou pulled back and brushed his lips lightly over Izumo's forehead.

"It's Sir Kotetsu's turn to enjoy this body. Please him, boy. So that we can reward you. Come back to me with your cock still hard and Sir Kotetsu's cum filling your ass along with Sir Genma's and you will please me. He paused to nip at the younger man's earlobe again, then let go.

"Yes, Sir," Izumo said, then took a deep breath and stepped back, turning to Kotetsu.

His husband pulled him close, wrapped those arms around him that he loved so much and started by nuzzling his neck. "Can't wait to be inside you, boy," Tetsu murmured into Izumo's ear and Izumo groaned, his cock reacting to the words. Yet again, he'd started to calm down when he'd been with Raidou. And yet again, it took so very little to get him going. But that seemed to be even worse with Kotetsu even than Genma or Raidou. He'd always thought so and this certainly proved it to be true.

He wrapped his own arms around Kotetsu and closed his eyes to simply savor the feel of this man. "Look at me," Kotetsu whispered, tilting Izumo's face up to him.

Izumo blinked in puzzlement, but looked up to meet the slanted eyes. "I love you," Tetsu whispered and dropped a soft kiss on him.

Izumo's breath caught and once more, he was aware of that indefinable extra little something that seemed to characterize his relationship with Kotetsu. "I love you, too," he replied, then remembered himself. "Sir," he added, quickly, swallowing at the flub.

Kotetsu shook his head. "That's the one time I'll never insist on that. If you want to include it, that's your choice. I just like to hear the words," he finished, nuzzling Izumo again.

Izumo nodded, returning the light kisses. "Okay, Sir," he said between nips.

Kotetsu cleared his throat then and his hands slid down Izumo's back to cup his cheeks and pull him tighter in against his Sir's body. "Now, I'd like to dance a bit before I take my turn adding my cum to this slutty ass."

Izumo moaned quietly at the words, his cock coming back to life completely. It was caught uncomfortably in his pants and he squirmed a little, trying to get more comfortable without touching himself. "Adjust yourself, then we're going to dance," Kotetsu said, shifting to block the public view as Izumo did so.

They made their way back to the dance floor, now very crowded. They were pushed against each other the second they were up there so that even if Kotetsu hadn't wanted to pull him tight, they didn't have a choice. But he did, one of Tetsu's legs slid between Izumo's and they were grinding into each other, hard cocks rubbing, hands moving over each other's bodies. Izumo always responded to him but now, as sensitive as everything already was, it was so much worse.

Kotetsu found ways, too, of stimulating those spots that were even more aware than the others. He surreptitiously teased Izumo's nipples, squeezed his ass cheeks, ground against the arousal that refused to go away. Lips nipped at the spots on his neck that his Sir knew would make him crazy and marks were left, the pain drawing the pleasure that much closer, making it that much sharper.

Yet again, Izumo lost track of time, of place. He couldn't seem to care, except that he wanted more, needed more from his Sir. He did his own nips at his Sir's neck, bit an earlobe and whimpered into an ear hidden by spiky hair when Kotetsu managed to push on his plug. "Want something, boy?" Sir asked in his ear.

Izumo swallowed, nodding. "Yes, Sir."

"What is it? Are you ready for my cum? Want me to fuck you?" The deep voice rumbled.

Another whimper, a near whine. "Yes, Sir, please."

"Where, boy? Where should I fuck you?" He asked.

He'd been there once before. It shouldn't bother him, it shouldn't worry him, but even so, the words stuck in his throat. "Are you sure you want it? I'm not convinced," Kotetsu goaded him. He knew that's what his Sir was doing and despite himself, he rose to the bait.

"Yes, I want it, Sir" he insisted. "Please fuck me," he nearly whined.

Hands squeezed his ass, another nip at his neck and Sir shook the black head. "I don't think so." He turned them, ground against Izumo's desperate body, and continued dancing.

Izumo was about ready to cry in frustration. He knew - knew - he'd get no satisfaction from the sex he was asking, no -- begging for, but he wanted it, anyway, needed it. He needed to please this man and knew that he could if he did this. Kotetsu turned him around then and rocked against his ass, pushing on the plug then pulled the long brown hair aside and nipped at an ear.

Izumo twisted his head around, one hand coming up to thread through Tetsu's hair and he spoke into the ear. "Here, please. Sir, please, fuck me here," he groaned.

Kotetsu pulled back and considered him. He was biting his lip, hands gripping the other man, and what his Sir saw must have been enough. "Very well," Kotetsu said in his ear and pulled back. He grabbed Izumo's hand and turned to the edge of the dance floor.

By the time they got to the hall, Izumo was so mentally worked up that he was almost ready to do the dragging. They made their way down the hall, past two other couples who'd only bothered to get just beyond the bathroom doors before starting. They continued on to the end to find that the corner Izumo had used twice before was filled. He couldn't make out who was there and decided he didn't really want to know.

Kotetsu nudged him into the opposite corner and was unbuttoning his pants before he really registered what was happening. "Hands on the wall, boy," Kotetsu ordered in his ear and he complied quickly. His hard cock was released from its confines, the wet tip hitting the cool air and he fought hard against the hiss that wanted to escape. Less than a minute later, his pants were around his legs, the snap was undone, the plug gone and Kotetsu's dick in its place, thrusting hard into him. "Fuck, that feels good," Sir groaned.

Izumo let his own moan out at the words, his body already flying towards the edge. He was briefly grateful that his cock was being ignored because it wasn't nearly as frustrating, but just as he had the thought, Kotetsu's hand wrapped around it and started stroking. "Fuck, Sir," he bit off, fighting the pleasure as it rioted through him.

"Mmm, that's it, boy, want you close," he murmured as his hips sped up and he pumped harder into Izumo. The hand on his cock started to move faster at the same time and Izumo's eyes slammed closed as his body responded.

"Fuck," he whispered again as the palm glided over his length even faster, twisting slightly. It slid over his sensitive glans, gathering the pre-cum that was flowing from the tip and spreading it further over his dick. As it moved back down to the base, it tightened just enough and Izumo's head dropped as he fought hard against the need to come. "Oh God, Sir, getting... Nngh..." he trailed off, words nearly impossible.

"Getting what?" Sir asked and the thrusts got even harder, hitting his prostate and making his own sounds get louder.

"Close," he managed. "So close," he said, his hips moving, matching his Sir's thrusts. The orgasm teased him, taunted him, staying just out of reach. Without the command, he'd never go over, he knew it yet his body pushed, wanting, so so badly. "Oh God," he whispered again, his balls tightening once more, demanding the release he knew he wasn't getting yet. "Going to... fuck, need to come, Sir..." Izumo groaned. "Please..." he begged, knowing that he wouldn't be granted release, but unable to help himself.

"Please? You ready for my cum? Want me to fill you... here in the hall in the bar?" Sir asked in his ear.

He groaned as the reminder went through him and the noises that he'd almost forgotten about crashed in around him. The music came first, then the grunts and moans of the other couples in the hallway, the babble of voices , the doors opening and closing. He was fucking -- getting fucked -- right there in the hallway of the Krooked Kunai. And he was loving it. A new moan escaped his lips and his cock jumped in Kotetsu's hand.

The reaction in his boy was making it harder and harder to hold on. Kotetsu tried to stretch it out, but he was way too worked up, himself. The blow job in the alley had only whetted his appetite for more. The whole evening was driving him damned near insane and for reasons he could not explain, the kicker had been the thought of fucking his boy with Gen's cum in there. It had only turned him on more, though he couldn't have explained why in a million years of trying. Because he'd gone after Gen before, but it hadn't turned him on quite like it had that night.

Then the plea in his boy's voice snaked through him and Kotetsu's grunts grew louder. He bit down on Izumo's shoulder, holding in the louder sounds. He sped up a little more, took his hand off of Izumo's cock, gripped the hip instead, then his strokes turned erratic and his teeth tightened on the shoulder to hold in the shout he couldn't stop.

He surged into his boy, his orgasm crashing into him hard. He let go of Izumo's shoulder to groan into the other man's ear. "Oh fuck... coming, boy... oh God I'm coming!" He buried his face in Izumo's back as he shuddered through his climax, the pleasure tearing through his body along his cock and into the other man.

It took him a couple of minutes to be able calm down and find enough sanity to finally move. He grabbed the plug, pulled out and replaced it quickly, fastening the harness back in place. He turned the other man around and paused to drop a thorough kiss on his boy's lips. Izumo moaned low in his throat, his own hands grabbing onto Kotetsu's shirt. Finally, they broke apart, breath still coming in gasps. "Very good, boy. You've pleased me well," he murmured into the other man's ear, and felt the shiver go through Izumo as he stood up.

He quickly pulled Izumo's pants up, working to contain the still incredibly hard cock, finally settling it as much as possible, though it still tented the pants badly. He watched Izumo work to get a hold of himself and he paused to lay another soft kiss on the other man's lips.

Izumo moaned quietly into the kiss, his body still driving him crazy. He'd gotten to the point where every little touch to his skin was enough to make him want to cry in frustration. He fought hard against the urge to whine with it and instead concentrated on simply breathing like he had when Genma had finished with him. He reminded himself again that he made them happy with what he did, what he went through and that, combined with the slow breaths, helped calm him down.

He watched Kotetsu put himself away, then his husband took his hand and together they headed back out into the main room. The crowd had grown even more since they'd gone back. They had to carefully push their way through and Izumo brushed against body after body, some of them even bumping his nipples and so he was even worse off by the time they got to Gen and Rai than he might otherwise have been.

They were in the same corner that they'd been in before, Raidou on a stool and Genma standing next to him. Rai motioned for him to come close and the bigger man wrapped his arms around Izumo. One hand slid down over the hard cock still pressing against Izumo's zipper and a pleased rumble vibrated through his husband's chest. "Oh so hard," he murmured into Izumo's ear.

Izumo nodded, whimpering as the hand continued to stroke outside his pants and the other moved down his back to pinch and squeeze one ass cheek. More low sounds escaped Izumo's throat and Raidou hummed in response. "I love those sounds, boy. Very good. Is Sir Kotetsu's cum filling this ass?" He asked and Izumo nodded.

"Yes, Sir," he managed in Raidou's ear.

"Very good. I'm very pleased," he replied. "Now for your first reward. Would you like to suck my cock again?" He asked and Izumo groaned, nodding. "Good," Raidou said and turned them so his back was to the main part of the bar. Genma and Kotetsu took up spots on the other side, blocking them from view, casually drinking.

Raidou squeezed Izumo's ass again, then one hand snaked around to rub at the still-hard cock. "I want you to suck me, right here," he whispered, and unzipped his pants. Izumo looked up, eyes wide and glanced around. He swallowed and stared for a moment at the open zipper and the peek of flesh he had just through it. "Are you going to disobey me, boy?"

Izumo shook his head quickly and started to lower himself. "One more thing," Raidou started and he stopped and waited. "I'm giving you permission to touch yourself. I want you still hard when I stop you. I want you stroking your cock through your pants while you're down there sucking on me. You should still be thoroughly aroused when you're done. Understand?" He asked and Izumo nodded again. He glanced around, then squatted again and pulled his husband's dick through the zipper.

It was already hard and Izumo's mouth watered at the sight. He opened his lips and kissed the tip first, running his tongue over it and licking at the liquid that beaded from the slit. He remembered himself enough to take one hand and start running it over his own cock and he groaned around the flesh in his mouth when the pleasure shot through him.

The bar faded, the other patrons a distant memory as he worked at his Sir's dick. His own was so sensitive, he was still so close to the edge, wanting so badly to come, but he, of course, couldn't. So he poured his efforts into pleasing his Sir and felt the rumbles of his husband's groans.

If he'd let himself think about it, he wouldn't have believed he was giving a blow job right there in the public bar. He had his mouth around a cock and was sucking it where anyone could see. But he didn't, couldn't, care. The pleased shudders he felt in the body under him were enough to keep him from caring.

He squeezed gently at the tip of his dick, his fingers running over the length again, then dancing over his balls. His own groan escaped, vibrations running over his Sir. It must have been too much, because a moment later, he felt a tug on his hair and he was pulled off. "No more, I don't want to come there."

One big hand cupped his cock and his husband moaned. "Still so hard. I'm gonna fuck you now, boy. Gonna add my cum to that slutty, hungry ass," Raidou murmured, adjusting himself. He stood up off of the stool and Izumo whimpered in relief. Finally, he was going to get his release. Finally, he'd be allowed to come.

Genma and Kotetsu followed at a short distance as they made their way back through the crowd. But they stopped at the end of the hall and turned to each other to start dancing. Raidou took him into the hallway and stopped just past the bathrooms. "No further. I'm fucking you here, boy. Pants open," he ordered and Izumo scrambled to obey, almost not noticing how close they were to the door.

Raidou wasted no time, he was too worked up. The plug came out but as crazy as he was, he had to pause at the sight as a bit of the cum leaked out. "There's so much cum in here already, your slutty ass can't hold it all," he rumbled into Izumo's ear. "It's already running out and I'm going to add even more, boy."

He spread the still red and hot cheeks a little more then pushed into the tight heat in one stroke. "Oh fuck, you're so wet. So full of that cum, aren't you?" He asked in Izumo's ear. Izumo nodded, whimpers leaking out of his throat and Raidou added a bit more to his boy's torture, wrapping his hand around Izumo's length and starting to stroke it.

He knew Izumo was just about ready. They had one more thing to do for him and he had a feeling Izumo would be mostly cured of his worries about public places. He closed his eyes, fighting hard against the need to come so quickly. He wanted to draw it out, was hoping that someone might pass them so he could point it out. So he kept his thrusts slow and lazy, concentrating on making Izumo as crazy as he could.

He didn't have to wait too long. A few moments later, he heard footsteps and voices. "Geez, it's busy back here tonight, they're practically fucking in the bathroom," he heard in a voice he didn't recognize.

"Hear that, boy?" He asked in Izumo's ear. "They saw us fucking," he continued and felt the cock in his hand jump. "They know just what kind of slut you are that you'd get fucked against the wall in the bar."

Izumo moaned at the thought. He'd been seen, they'd commented on it, and yet all he'd been was more turned on. He moved his hips, matching his Sir's thrusts, the new knowledge sending him further very quickly. "Oh God, Sir, please..." he moaned.

"Mmm, you feel so good," he murmured, pumping faster, thrusting harder. He was so close, and when he whispered that to his boy, he got a wonderful cascade of moans in return. "Are you close too, boy? Ready to come?" He asked.

"Oh fuck yes, Sir." Izumo moaned and the hand around his cock moved faster, was more insistent. "Please, oh God, please, Sir," he groaned.

"Almost there, boy..." Raidou said, then paused, pulling his hand off of the other man's cock and gripping a hip again, his thrusts getting even harder. "Oh God, yes... Oh fuck!" He nearly shouted, then gritted his teeth, his hips slamming into the other man, his hands tightening. His body shuddered as he came, the orgasm hard. "Fuck, coming, boy," he grunted as he emptied himself into his husband, his eyes squeezed closed as he rode out the pleasure.

When he could reasonably think again, he saw the light tears of frustration on Izumo's face. "Soon, boy," he whispered. "You have made me so happy tonight, pleased me so well. Just hold on a little longer," he added, kissing Izumo's cheek and brushing the drops away.

He pulled out and saw that there'd been so much, a some of it had leaked out around him. "Oh look at this," he murmured wickedly into Izumo's ear. "Now everyone's going to know what a slut you are. There's cum leaking out of your ass. You'll have a nice spot on your pants and everyone's going to know exactly what it is." He chuckled at the hitch in Izumo's breath then he pushed the plug into place once more and set up the harness. Sure enough when he pulled his husband's pants up, there right near the plug was an unmistakable wet spot.

He turned Izumo around then and pulled a condom out of his pocket. "This is so you don't make a mess when we decide to let you come," he murmured in explanation, opening the foil package and rolling it onto Izumo's hard cock, stroking it a bit more than necessary. The younger man whimpered at the contact and Raidou admired the straining length. His husband was surprisingly well hung for such a small man and he loved playing with it, loved feeling it, loved the reactions and the things that Izumo did when he was touched and played with. When the condom was in place, he closed the pants up to more quiet whimpers.

Raidou leaned back into his husband's ear. "Remember, you'll come when we decide, boy. When it pleases us for you to. You know that," he said sharply and Izumo frowned, then swallowed and nodded.

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir," he replied quickly, chewing on his lip.

Raidou ran one big hand over his lover's hard cock again, then closed himself up and turned back to the main part of the room, grabbing Izumo's hand and pulling his boy along with him. They stepped through the door and he paused to survey the room, grateful that he was tall enough to see over most of the people. He caught Genma and Kotetsu dancing in one corner mostly out of the way, but not completely hidden and he made a note to congratulate them on their good choice.

He and Izumo made their way over to them and started dancing, though Izumo's was a bit stilted at first, as worked up as he still was. The three of them surrounded him, keeping him in the middle of them and largely blocked from everyone else. They ran their hands over him, working to make sure he stayed aroused and ready for what they wanted to do.

Raidou leaned in, once more, to Izumo's ear. "So, boy, do you want to come?"

Izumo's eyes widened. They didn't mean... he couldn't mean... He swallowed. "Here... Sir?"

Raidou nodded. "Yes. If you want to come, you'll come right here."

Izumo's breathing shortened, his chest rising and falling rapidly as the thought settled into him. He glanced around and there were some people looking, watching him, but most of the dancers were busy with their own partners. He fought with himself internally, but the arousal and need won. Witnessed be damned, he needed his release desperately. "Yes, Sir, I want to come, please," he replied, burying his face in Raidou's neck.

"Hmm. I don't think you want to badly enough," Rai replied and ran his hands over Izumo's ass, pinching one cheek. Tetsu gripped Izumo's cock a little tighter and Genma nipped at his neck, then ran fingers over his nipples.

"Please, Sir, I do. Please let me come," he moaned. Every touch sent him further toward the edge, every nip or bite made him that much crazier. He didn't care where he was anymore, couldn't give a tiny little damn who was around. All he wanted was his orgasm. The sounds that leaked out of his throat were so desperate, it was almost pathetic.

"You think you can come, boy?" Raidou asked, bucking against the plug. "Here in front of all of these people?"

Izumo nodded, "Yes, Sir, please. Oh God, please, Sir, let me come," he finally begged.

Their hands moved on him more urgently. Genma gripped his nipples and started pinching them, sending the pain through his body. Raidou did the same for his ass cheeks, that pain mixing with that of his nipples and Kotetsu's hand on his cock became much more insistent. He was so close, right on the edge and the groans and whines were almost loud enough to be heard over the music. "Mmm. I think you might be ready, boy," he murmured, nipping at Izumo's ear.

Izumo held there, poised, waiting. So incredibly close, just one word is all it would take for him to finally come. They moved against him, their hands continuing to torture him. Then Genma leaned in and captured his lips in a searing kiss and he heard it. The one word he'd been desperate for all night.

"Come."

He screamed into Genma's mouth as the climax tore through his body. He lost sight; the only sound he heard was the roaring in his ears. His body shook hard with the pleasure as it took over, the fingers pinching his nipples tightened, the hands on his ass squeezed harder and the one on his cock kept moving, drawing the orgasm out, working to make it last. He knew that anyone that looked could tell what by his expression and shuddering body what was happening, that he was filling the condom in his pants, climaxing in the middle of all those people and somewhere deep down he stopped caring.

As the orgasm faded, very very slowly, he went limp in Raidou's arms. He felt wrung out and spent and moaned into the kiss Gen was still giving him. They broke apart, Raidou tightened his arms around the younger man and Kotetsu leaned in to kiss his cheek. "That was absolutely amazing, baby. Beautiful," he murmured.

"Gorgeous, Zumo," Gen said in his ear. "I almost came just from that." He dropped a kiss on the other cheek then stepped back and looked around.

"Mmm, you did so well tonight, pleased us so much," Raidou agreed. "How about we go home, hmm?" He asked and Izumo nodded weakly.

They managed to get outside the bar itself, Rai half-carrying Izumo, and as soon as they hit the street, the bigger man put his hands together, transporting them home, Kotetsu and Genma following immediately after. Rai carried him into the bedroom where they proceeded to strip him quickly, remove the plug and harness carefully, then laid him down. Kotetsu cleaned him up, wiping him down, then the three of them undressed themselves before climbing into the bed with him.

He settled into Raidou's arms, his back to the bigger man, Kotetsu against his front, their legs tangled. Genma laid behind Kotetsu, one hand on Izumo's hip. "How do you feel?" Gen asked.

"I'm not sure I can put words to it, Sir," Izumo said, not even noticing that he still used the title.

Gen noticed though and glanced at Raidou with a raised eyebrow. Rai just shook his head a little, indicating it wasn't something to discuss then. Genma turned his attention back to Izumo. "Try for me," he said instead.

"I keep thinking words like, amazing and incredible, but they seem... weak, Sir. Just... not enough," he muttered.

Genma grinned and Raidou kissed the top of his head. "We should work with denial a little more. You seem to respond well to it. What do you think?" He asked and felt the younger man's breath hitch.

"I have to admit that it's one of the hardest things for me, Sir. I think you've all spoiled me," he finished with a blush. "But, I'd like th--" he started, only to get interrupted with a yawn.

There were three chuckles to this. "We'll talk about it more later. Rest now, baby," Raidou said, kissing Izumo again. Kotetsu caught Izumo's lips in a kiss of their own then Genma took a turn. They settled in again, the four of them tangling together the way they liked to when they slept. Rai spread the sheet over them all a little better and closed his eyes. They were all asleep in no time.
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I&D: Living the Dream	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1668 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I&D: Living the Dream