General RP Owed Debt (Knight_of_None)

Lee hummed softly, pleased the other was into his idea. His only other choice would have been Awano, and he would never give it a second thought. He spared Takahashi from any further unnecessary words, already getting his approval by the rubbing. Leaning in for another kiss, he snaked an arm down to Takahashi's front, groping and stroking him through his pants. "I'll do whatever you want," he whispered as he got close to his ear, nipping lightly at the lobe and down to his neck.
 
He gave a little laugh at the name, finding it far too true. He shifted here and there to help Takahashi in removing the outfit, once again revealing the damage Ishida inflicted on him, some deeper marks still covered in bandages. The outfit would have to come off eventually, anyway. "Ah, to be graced with such an honor..." He grinned, always teasing. "How can this fuck toy take your cock~?"
 
As Lee enticed and teased at him, stripped bare, Taka turned Kee around, pushing him suddenly beating him over Marko's table, inches away from his true master, forced to keep watching the show of all of aggression he was forcing onto the slaves Rival. Taka thrusted inti Lee suddenly, , nit pausing or laying around
 
Lee was easily lifted and moved from the couch to the table Marko worked on- who was currently lying on his back, getting fucked by his owner. Slight panic filled him, being so close, his distracted owner not noticing him yet. Or perhaps he had, as Lee had essentially been slammed onto the desk, forcing a very noticeable cough and gasp out of him as he regained his breath. He placed his hands atop the desk, lifting himself slightly, until the sudden force of Takahashi slamming into him caught him off guard. "Fuck!" He gasped, slapping a hand over his mouth. Why he tried to silence himself when he figured Ishida had to be aware he was inches away, he wasn't sure. He was sore from all of the abuse from days earlier, the pain only adding to his sick pleasure. He gripped the table tightly, moaning behind his clamped hand as Takahashi had his way with him, his eyes falling on the sight very close to him. His owner looked so beautiful...
 
Another slap, another yelp forced from his lips. Damn. Ishida was very aware. He thought the fun was over now that Ishida knew he was messing around. He fully expected Takahashi to pull off of him; instead, he grabbed for the hand covering his mouth, nearly making him fall forward onto the table again. "Oh, you know, having some fun~" He spoke up finally, groaning out as Takahashi drove in deeper. He felt trapped, his owner knew what he was doing, and Takahashi was holding him in place, preventing him from moving much. He could only take- something he felt was all too arousing.
 

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