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.
 
Ishida cut a look between Lwe abd Marko, twisting the tailors body, pushing the two men up against each other. Marko grabbing blindly of anything he could, he practically hugged onti Lee, getting rutted up inti him. The moans and roughness pressing the two together. "I guess you'll make it good fir me then-" Uchida said smirking.
 
Lee groaned in discomfort as Marko was pressed against him, the tailor grabbing and clinging onto him. "Ugh, why..." He glared. Ishida seemed to enjoy this. He went to push Marko away, "What are you on about?" he questioned, a particular thrust into him making him pause and shudder, letting Marko cling. Lee turned his head away, getting some control in the closeness.
 
He yelped softly in surprise as Taka got control of his arms. His owner's hand was in his hair, forcing his head up, pulling. He couldn't help but get turned on, loving the rough hair pulling. Too bad he was being made to press against Marko. "Ahh~ What do you want? With... him?" He knew it had something to do with Marko. "Are you enjoying him?" He groaned, grinning slyly, "Does he feel better than me?" Ah, back talk~.
 
Lee rolled his eyes, deep down praying Ishida was just trying to piss him off. God, that fucking look... "Doubt it." Ahh, he wished his arms were free so he could swat at the other. No doubt, he would just get hit in response. He tried to ignore Marko's sounds. Oh... "Then why don't you keep him?" He taunted, watching him through lidded eyes. Takahashi was making him feel too damn good to taunt properly. Still, maybe he looked enticing enough to his owner. It wasn't the first time Ishida watched Takahashi fuck him, yet getting to see his face contorted in pleasure, pleasure from someone else, could do something to him. Again, fucking doubtful.

"Want me to beg?" Another little taunt.
 
Maybe he should... Maybe he would! He couldn't hold it back, Takahashi striking another beautiful spot in him. His head lolling back, Lee watched Ishida through lidded eyes, and a moan nearly caught in his throat. "Ahh, Ishi~" It was all he could get out of his name, one he knew not to use, and yet he was always so curious, always pushing boundaries. "Please, Master," he would then switch to using his title as he begged, being a proper little slave. "I want you. Mmnn, only you. Please," he gasped, another strike to his prostate, contorting his face, filled with desire only for him. At least, he hoped to convey that in his sounds, expressions, and pleas. All the while, he tried to ignore Marko pressed up against him, lost in his own world... one Lee wished he could be in.
 
Ishida snarled with a razor sharp glare, hearing Lee chirp out Ishida's nickname. His hand snatchingvout, grabbing his cheeks, his nails bitting into his skin as he rutted closer and close, Taka grinding Lee forward. "And here you are playing with Taka." Ishida growled
 
Spouting that nickname may have been an accident, one he didn't mind seeing through. The reaction, however, had him wishing he could take it back. Then again, he always needed to push. He always wanted to see his owner's reaction, to take it as far as he could. The other grabbed for him, and he couldn't recoil. He winced, looking up half worriedly, and too damn curious. Takahashi somehow shoved him closer as he pushed, keeping him right where they wanted him. "Sorry-" he started, well aware apologies meant nothing, yet his trauma had him running to the word as soon as he could speak. "You were busy." Second best, huh? No, Takahashi wasn't anything of the sort. Lee, the little whore he was, enjoyed being taken by both yakuza. As long as it was allowed, he would play, just not with Awano. He wanted to live, after all!
 
Maybe only half a lie. He yelped in surprise at the smack, which at this point he really should expect to get hit over the smallest of things. The sting felt good, and for a moment, he didn't speak.

"Have you not been fucking him this whole time~?" He then asked, staring down at the used up tailor, the one he had been busy with. Sighing, he let out a groan, shuddering as Takahashi didn't stop, striking all of the right spots inside of him. He gripped the table, letting his upper half lower to lay atop it, his gaze still on Ishida. "Master~" he purred, Lee feeling his orgasm creep up until it came crashing down, his grip on the table tightening, much like he did around Takahashi.
 
Lee let himself be moved about, brought up by his hips as he held the edge of the table to keep himself steady. He didn't expect Ishida to grab for him, forcing a surprised gasp from him as he angled himself to slip into the slick, full heat. There was something strangely possessive about how his owner easily took what he wanted. "Couldn't resist, huh~" he teased. "You can't resist my body. Marko wasn't enough~? Thought so." Too cocky.
 
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