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[Team Three] Keep the tie on
Yakuza AU XD Yakuza!Juri gets "interrogated".
“-found out you’ve been arrested hundreds of times before!” Shintaro continued, waving Juri’s file in his face. “So drop the act! You weren’t in the wrong place at the wrong time by accident.”
Juri’s grin only grew wider. Newbie policemen were so cute when they were fresh and eager and overly earnest. This one was an especially fine specimen - Shintaro’s uniform looked amazing on his wide shoulders, and that tie was basically begging to be yanked.
Trying to look menacing, Shintaro leaned in close. “Talk. What were you doing th-”
Closing the distance, Juri shut him up with a kiss. Eyes wide, Shintaro scrambled back, knocking his chair over. Juri licked his lips. “Mh, you’re tasty.”
“Wha… you… that’s not!” Shintaro stuttered, shocked into incoherence.
Juri stood up, not at all bothered by the fact that his hands were cuffed behind his back. Eyes wide, Shintaro backed up until his back hit the wall, at which point Juri rose on his tiptoes and kissed him again, slower this time. With Shintaro frozen in place, Juri had all the time in the world to kiss him properly, licking at Shintaro’s lips until Shintaro opened his mouth, probably to argue. Juri slipped his tongue into Shintaro’s mouth, deepening the kiss.
At some point, Shintaro started to kiss back and Shintaro’s big hands ended up on Juri’s waist. Breaking the kiss, Juri kissed along Shintaro’s jaw, encouraged by all the noise Shintaro was making. He was pretty sure that Shintaro wasn’t even aware he was moaning like that. What intrigued Juri even more however was Shintaro’s dick, which he could feel hardening against his hip. If he wasn’t mistaken, that was quite an awesome size.
Always proactive, Juri sank to his knees. Shintaro stared down at him with wide eyes, so Juri winked at him. It wasn’t easy to pop the button of Shintaro’s jeans with his teeth, but Juri had quite a bit of experience at opening pants while handcuffed. The zipper went down much easier. At the sight that greeted him, Juri smirked - he’d guessed right, Shintaro wasn’t wearing any underwear and that dick was impressive.
He flicked his tongue over the head of Shintaro’s dick, drawing a long, deep moan from Shintaro. Juri would have liked to wrap his fingers around Shintaro’s dick, but since his hands were still cuffed behind his back, that wasn’t an option. Instead he trailed his tongue down the length of Shintaro’s shaft, following the thick vein. He sucked Shintaro’s balls into his mouth, working them over with his tongue, which provoked quite a bit of cursing from Shintaro.
“Damn, where did you learn that?” Shintaro gasped, sounding awed.
Juri let Shintaro’s balls slip out of his mouth to answer. “Your boss, mostly.”
Before Shintaro could do more than blink, Juri opened his mouth wide, taking Shintaro’s dick in deep. The tip was salty with precome, one of Juri’s favourite tastes in the world. He worked Shintaro over with his tongue, taking in more and more of his length with each bob of his head, until the head of Shintaro’s dick bumped the back of his throat. Groaning, Juri swallowed around it, taking Shintaro down his throat.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Shintaro cursed, fingers digging into Juri’s hair. Lost in pleasure, Shintaro took a firm hold of Juri’s head and thrust his hips, fucking Juri’s throat.
Juri moaned in surprise. He liked it rough and he loved taking dick down his throat, but the people he usually blew didn’t have dicks big enough to throatfuck him properly. That Shintaro would take this much initiative was a nice surprise too, he seriously hadn’t expected the rookie to get this rough.
“Well, well, well,” Yasui’s voice interrupted them. “Now what do we have here?”
“Uh, I… that is, we... “ Shintaro stuttered, pushing Juri away from his dick. He ran out of the room, zipping up his pants as he went. “Gottadosomepaperwork.”
Yasui locked the door behind Shintaro before raising an eyebrow at Juri. “Couldn’t wait for me, hm?”
Juri trailed his tongue over his lower lip. “Your own fault, Yasuken. What’d you send such a tasty creampuff in to interrogate me anyway?”
“I’d have called him a pumpkin myself,” Yasui replied, kneeling down behind Juri to unlock the handcuffs. Sitting down at the table, Yasui played with the handcuffs. “So what’ve you got for me today?”
Juri stretched, relaxing his arms after having been tied up for quite a while, then flopped down on the other chair opposite Yasui. While Yasui jotted down quick notes, Juri talked about various activities his gang had planned for the next couple of weeks, as well as moves from their rivals and suspected moves he’d heard about.
Two hours later, Yasui snapped his notebook shut. “Okay, Tanaka, you can go.”
Juri just grinned, staying right in his chair. If he walked out of here just like that, his gang would have to be a lot stupider than they were not to smell a fish, and he’d be the one to end up as sushi.
Yasui picked up the handcuffs again. “Defying my authority, hm?” he asked, looking at Juri through his eyelashes.
“Oh, I’m a total rebel,” Juri drawled, leaning over the table to kiss Yasui. He worked his fingers into Yasui’s soft, fluffy hair, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Yasui’s lips parted easily under his, allowing his tongue to slip in and tease at Yasui’s. Their tongues swirled around each other, the kiss full of passion.
When the kiss finally broke, Juri walked around the table. Yasui sat on the table, spreading his legs to allow Juri to stand between them. With his pink lips and fluttery eyelashes, Yasui didn’t look like a high-ranking police officer. Yasui pouted and Juri just had to kiss him again, kiss those pink, puffy lips until Yasui made sweet little noises almost continuously. Juri opened the first two buttons of Yasui’s white shirt and loosened Yasui’s tie just enough that he could get at his neck easily. He nipped at Yasui’s collarbones, making Yasui giggle.
In turn, Yasui unbuttoned Juri’s shirt, but didn’t push it off his shoulders just yet. Juri moaned against Yasui’s lips as Yasui’s clever fingers caressed the dragon tattoo that was curling around his chest and shoulders. Sometimes Juri almost believed that the dragon had preferences of his own and he certainly enjoyed Yasui’s touch the most, practically purring against Juri’s skin.
While Juri nuzzled Yasui’s neck, Yasui quickly unzipped Juri’s pants, fingers curling around Juri’s hardening cock. Juri moaned against Yasui’s neck, suddenly impatient. He kissed Yasui again, fiercer this time, biting down on Yasui’s plush lips before breaking the kiss. Kicking his pants off, he asked, “Want me to ride you?”
Yasui tilted his head, considering it. “No,” Yasui decided finally, “I’d rather bend you over the table and fuck you like that. Then I’ll let Morimoto fuck you too.”
“Your new pet?” Juri asked, quite on board with that plan. The rookie police officer had been hot, and he had quite a weakness for men in uniform.
“Someone has to train them,” Yasui replied innocently, batting his eyelashes. Yasui pulled a small tube of lube out of his pocket and coated his fingers, before sinking to his knees in front of Juri.
Leaning his back against the wall, Juri spread his legs, allowing Yasui free access to his hole. Yasui’s clever little fingers felt good, pushing inside him without any hesitation, curling, teasing, stretching him. Yasui licked at Juri’s dick, not because Juri needed the distraction but because Yasui enjoyed a nice, hard cock just as much as Juri did. Juri dug his fingers into Yasui’s hair and tugged him down onto his dick, making him do it properly. Teasing was all nice and well sometimes, but right now Juri wanted to fuck Yasui’s hot, wet mouth and see Yasui’s pink lips stretched around his cock.
Yasui’s eyes fluttered shut, which Juri took as encouragement to fuck his mouth harder. Yasui was the one who’d taught him how to deepthroat years ago, so he felt no compunction about shoving his dick down Yasui’s throat, over and over, while Yasui moaned sweetly and continued to stretch him.
“I’m ready,” Juri announced once three of Yasui’s fingers went in easily. Yasui curled his fingers one last time, then withdrew them from Juri’s hole, but Juri didn’t stop fucking Yasui’s mouth just yet. One of the things Juri enjoyed the most about their little sessions was how much into sucking his dick Yasui was. Yasui was moaning around his dick as if getting his throat fucked was his favourite thing ever, and this evident enjoyment, together with Yasui’s deceptively innocent face, was impossible to resist.
When Juri finally let go off Yasui’s hair and allowed Yasui to draw back, Yasui’s lips were swollen from the thorough fucking they’d received. On his knees, with his mouth so obviously fucked, Yasui was more appealing than all the hookers working for Juri’s gang put together. “Man, you could do this for a living,” Juri groaned.
Yasui grinned, taking Juri’s comment as the compliment it was intended as. “Turn around,” he said sweetly.
Juri turned, holding his wrists behind his back to let Yasui handcuff him again. Once the handcuffs were in place, Yasui pulled Juri’s shirt down his shoulders to bunch around his upper arms, making it look as if he’d been tied up when he was undressed. Juri walked to the table and bent over it, offering himself to Yasui.
The table was cold against Juri’s bare chest, a pleasant contrast to Yasui’s warm hands on his hips. He groaned as Yasui pushed into him, moving much slower than Juri wanted. “Don’t hold back,” Juri demanded. “Come on, Yasuken!”
He’d forgotten how much of a tease Yasui could be. Instead of giving Juri the fucking he desired, Yasui kissed Juri’s shoulderblades and nosed at the bumps of his spine. Juri squirmed impatiently, his bound hands clenching and unclenching, but there was nothing he could do except wait. Yasui rolled his hips, making his dick shift inside Juri just enough to make Juri want more, but not enough to give any satisfaction.
When Yasui finally started to thrust, he moved slowly, fucking Juri deep but with not nearly enough force behind each thrust. Juri tried to push back, to get Yasui to fuck him harder, but Yasui only dug his fingers into Juri’s hips to hold him in place. The marks of Yasui’s fingers would stay on Juri’s skin for a while, but Juri was fine with that - he needed a few marks so that his gang would believe that he’d fucked his way out of trouble.
Despite the tease of it, it felt pretty good already. Juri moaned unashamedly. Yasui’s dick wasn’t particularly big, but it was hot and hard and moving with purpose, stimulating Juri’s inner walls. Every once in a while, Yasui’s dick brushed across his prostate just right, making Juri’s toes curl. Juri squeezed tight around Yasui, encouraging him to fuck him harder. He knew Yasui wouldn’t let him come - Yasui would make him wait for Shintaro to fuck him, and perhaps another one or two of Yasui’s pets before he got to have an orgasm.
“Spread your legs wider,” Yasui murmured.
Juri did, allowing Yasui to fuck him deeper, giving up even more control. It wasn’t all that long before Yasui came - Juri could feel his rhythm breaking, could feel the last stuttering thrusts. Looking back over his shoulder, Juri watched Yasui’s orgasm face, cute as always. Yasui looked adorable as he came, with his eyes closed, his head thrown back in ecstasy and his mouth a perfect little o.
Yasui stayed like that for a minute, recovering his breath, but then he kissed Juri’s shoulder one more time before pulling out. Juri didn’t need to be told to stay exactly like that while Yasui fixed his clothes and went out to go get another policeman or two. Juri knew exactly what he must look like right now - tied up, bent over the table, with his legs spread wide and his hole stretched open and smeared with lube and come.
Since Juri’s ass was pointing right at the door, it was the first thing Shintaro saw when he walked in. Shintaro’s eyes widened comically and he froze, but Hokuto pushed him forwards, into the interrogation room, and Yasui followed, casually locking the door. Juri snickered at the look on Shintaro’s face - that rookie was really comically easy to shock.
Shintaro sputtered incoherently, unable to get out anything more coherent than “what?!”. Yasui meanwhile leaned in close to Hokuto and whispered in his ear. Juri knew Yasui was probably giving Hokuto instructions - Hokuto could have risen through the ranks much faster than he did, but he had a weird need to follow orders, so he stayed in uniform and obeyed every one of Yasui’s words.
Shintaro’s eyes wandered over Juri’s body, over his spread legs and cuffed wrists, but mostly kept straying back to Juri’s come-smeared hole. Grinning, Juri wiggled his ass in invitation. Shintaro stepped closer, reaching out to slip two fingers into Juri’s stretched hole.
“Mh, yeah,” Juri moaned, clenching around Shintaro’s fingers. “Come and get it.”
Hokuto stepped up close behind Shintaro, pressing against Shintaro’s strong back. Shintaro didn’t even blinked at that, which made Juri grin even wider - clearly Yasui had had those two play together before. While Shintaro fingered Juri’s stretched hole, Hokuto quickly opened Shintaro’s pants and pulled his dick free. With just a few strokes, Hokuto worked Shintaro up to full hardness while Yasui watched them all.
Without any more delay, Shintaro placed his big hands on Juri’s hips and pushed into him in one smooth stroke. Juri moaned - Shintaro’s big, hard dick felt incredible, exactly as good as he’d hoped. Shintaro drew back and slammed back in again, showing Juri exactly how strong he was. “Fuck, yes,” Juri groaned, entirely on board with that. He wanted it rough, wanted a good, hard pounding that left him sore and limping. Quite apart from his own kinks, the limping would be a good cover story for his gang too. As long as his gang thought he was just a pretty face who got occasionally taken advantage of by unscrupulous police officers, no one would suspect him of being the mole.
Juri’s moan seemed to get rid of the last of Shintaro’s self-control. Digging his fingers into Juri’s hips, Shintaro set to work fucking Juri with all of his considerable strength. Snapping his hips, Shintaro pounded into Juri fast and hard, using his big dick to best advantage. All Juri could do was moan, moan and take it. It felt so good, to be stretched this wide, to get fucked this hard. It made all of Yasui’s earlier teasing totally worth the wait.
“Morimoto,” Yasui’s voice intruded and Shintaro paused.
“Huh?” Shintaro asked, and a moment later when his brain caught up, “Uh, I mean, sir?”
Yasui grinned, still looking cute. “Don’t be greedy, Morimoto. You should share with your fellow officers.”
When Shintaro just blinked in confusion, Hokuto pushed Shintaro back and pulled Juri upright. Hokuto was a surprisingly good kisser, Juri found. Juri was quite an experienced kisser himself, but it still took him by surprise how much he enjoyed kissing Hokuto, how hot Hokuto’s tongue curling against his was.
“Now what?” Shintaro asked, clearly unsure on how to proceed.
“Now you learn to share,” Hokuto replied, grinning.
It took a bit of positioning, but soon enough Juri was standing bent over, with Shintaro’s dick in his ass and Hokuto fucking his mouth. Juri moaned around Hokuto’s dick, quite happy with how things turned out - two dicks were definitely better than one. Besides, Shintaro was holding his bound wrists firmly enough that there’d definitely be marks on his wrists later, which would help keep his cover with his gang. Sure, his legs and especially his arms ached a bit from standing bent over, with only Shintaro’s hold on his wrists to help keep him from falling over while he was fucked in both ends, but Juri knew how to roll with it and in the middle of sex he didn’t mind a bit of inconvenience.
Hokuto’s dick wasn’t as big as Shintaro’s, but Juri was glad about that - taking such a big dick down his throat while he didn’t have much control over it wouldn’t have been easy. Hokuto’s dick was big enough to be a bit of a challenge, but not so much that Juri had to concentrate too hard to enjoy the fucking he was getting. Shintaro was pounding into him again, setting Juri’s nerves on fire with his thick, hard dick, and the gentle touch of Hokuto’s hands on his face and hair was a nice contrast.
Hokuto jerked suddenly, his moan a bit different from before. When Juri dragged his eyes open, he could just barely see that Yasui was standing behind Hokuto, doing who knows what, though Juri certainly had a few ideas. Hokuto twitched again, his hips moving erratically. Juri moaned right along with him - the irregular rhythm was even better, driving him slowly crazy with lust.
Shintaro meanwhile was pounding steadily along, fucking Juri’s ass with a strong, steady rhythm, oblivious to whatever Yasui was doing to Hokuto. Every thrust of Shintaro’s hips made Juri’s toes curl and his fingers clench, and if Juri’s mouth had been free, he’d certainly have begged to be touched by now. Juri enjoyed getting fucked a lot, but he couldn’t come just from it - he needed to have his dick stroked to orgasm, a fact Yasui had exploited to tease him before.
Hokuto suddenly shoved his dick down Juri’s throat, thrusting wildly, but then Yasui yanked Hokuto back just in time for Hokuto’s come to splash across Juri’s face. Juri’s tongue flicked out to lick at the drops that landed close enough to his lips, and Hokuto knelt down to lick the rest of his come off Juri’s face with broad swipes of his tongue, all while Shintaro continued to fuck Juri with his big dick.
At a sign from Yasui, Shintaro helped Juri to straighten up and wrapped an arm around Juri’s waist to keep him upright. Shintaro couldn’t fuck him quite as hard in this position, but with a dick as big as Shintaro’s, that didn’t matter much. Hokuto crawled forward to kneel at Juri’s feet, and Hokuto didn’t even wait for Shintaro to slow down to suck Juri’s dick into his mouth. Every time Shintaro thrust into Juri’s ass, Juri’s dick pushed deep into Hokuto’s mouth in turn, going down his throat. Hokuto just took it, looking blissful, though that might have been because Yasui was lightly petting Hokuto’s hair.
Juri came with a curse, his come shooting down Hokuto’s throat. Hokuto didn’t even really need to swallow, because it was already going down his throat. Once Hokuto had swallowed the last drop of Juri’s come, he leaned his head against Yasui’s legs and looked up at him like a puppy, his eyes asking if he’d done good. Juri didn’t actually hear what Yasui said to Hokuto, because Shintaro came, shoving in deep and cursing loudly. Juri was sure he’d be feeling those last few thrust for quite a while, since Shintaro wasn’t holding back anything at that point. Once spent, Shintaro carefully pulled out of Juri, but kept his arm around Juri’s middle, steadying him.
Yasui smiled sweetly, looking surprisingly innocent in the middle of all this carnal pleasure. “Tanaka’s clearly innocent,” Yasui told Shintaro, “so help him get dressed, take him outside and release him.”
Shintaro blinked, brain slowly catching up. “Uh. Right, right, yes, sir,” Shintaro finally replied.
Grinning, Juri held still and let Shintaro dress him. The young policeman had clearly taken the instructions literally and didn’t seem to realize that untying Juri first would have made getting dressed much easier. Shintaro clearly wasn’t used to dressing other people, as he buttoned Juri’s shirt up wrong, but Juri didn’t bother to correct him. While Shintaro led him outside, Juri cast one last glance at Yasui and Hokuto - Hokuto was still on his knees, eyes closed and apparently quite happy to have Yasui pet his hair like a dog. To each his own, Juri figured.
On the steps outside the police station, Shintaro fumbled with the key for a moment before getting the handcuffs unlocked. Juri stretched, his arms a bit sore after being tied up for so long. Two members of his gang were lurking near the corner, clearly waiting for him to be released, so Juri smirked and grabbed Shintaro’s tie. Pulling Shintaro’s head close with his hold on Shintaro’s tie, Juri kissed him again, a showy kiss with lots of tongue. He reached down to give Shintaro’s dick a quick squeeze through his pants, making Shintaro squeak in surprise. Then he turned and walked away, leaving a dumbstruck Shintaro behind.
“-found out you’ve been arrested hundreds of times before!” Shintaro continued, waving Juri’s file in his face. “So drop the act! You weren’t in the wrong place at the wrong time by accident.”
Juri’s grin only grew wider. Newbie policemen were so cute when they were fresh and eager and overly earnest. This one was an especially fine specimen - Shintaro’s uniform looked amazing on his wide shoulders, and that tie was basically begging to be yanked.
Trying to look menacing, Shintaro leaned in close. “Talk. What were you doing th-”
Closing the distance, Juri shut him up with a kiss. Eyes wide, Shintaro scrambled back, knocking his chair over. Juri licked his lips. “Mh, you’re tasty.”
“Wha… you… that’s not!” Shintaro stuttered, shocked into incoherence.
Juri stood up, not at all bothered by the fact that his hands were cuffed behind his back. Eyes wide, Shintaro backed up until his back hit the wall, at which point Juri rose on his tiptoes and kissed him again, slower this time. With Shintaro frozen in place, Juri had all the time in the world to kiss him properly, licking at Shintaro’s lips until Shintaro opened his mouth, probably to argue. Juri slipped his tongue into Shintaro’s mouth, deepening the kiss.
At some point, Shintaro started to kiss back and Shintaro’s big hands ended up on Juri’s waist. Breaking the kiss, Juri kissed along Shintaro’s jaw, encouraged by all the noise Shintaro was making. He was pretty sure that Shintaro wasn’t even aware he was moaning like that. What intrigued Juri even more however was Shintaro’s dick, which he could feel hardening against his hip. If he wasn’t mistaken, that was quite an awesome size.
Always proactive, Juri sank to his knees. Shintaro stared down at him with wide eyes, so Juri winked at him. It wasn’t easy to pop the button of Shintaro’s jeans with his teeth, but Juri had quite a bit of experience at opening pants while handcuffed. The zipper went down much easier. At the sight that greeted him, Juri smirked - he’d guessed right, Shintaro wasn’t wearing any underwear and that dick was impressive.
He flicked his tongue over the head of Shintaro’s dick, drawing a long, deep moan from Shintaro. Juri would have liked to wrap his fingers around Shintaro’s dick, but since his hands were still cuffed behind his back, that wasn’t an option. Instead he trailed his tongue down the length of Shintaro’s shaft, following the thick vein. He sucked Shintaro’s balls into his mouth, working them over with his tongue, which provoked quite a bit of cursing from Shintaro.
“Damn, where did you learn that?” Shintaro gasped, sounding awed.
Juri let Shintaro’s balls slip out of his mouth to answer. “Your boss, mostly.”
Before Shintaro could do more than blink, Juri opened his mouth wide, taking Shintaro’s dick in deep. The tip was salty with precome, one of Juri’s favourite tastes in the world. He worked Shintaro over with his tongue, taking in more and more of his length with each bob of his head, until the head of Shintaro’s dick bumped the back of his throat. Groaning, Juri swallowed around it, taking Shintaro down his throat.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Shintaro cursed, fingers digging into Juri’s hair. Lost in pleasure, Shintaro took a firm hold of Juri’s head and thrust his hips, fucking Juri’s throat.
Juri moaned in surprise. He liked it rough and he loved taking dick down his throat, but the people he usually blew didn’t have dicks big enough to throatfuck him properly. That Shintaro would take this much initiative was a nice surprise too, he seriously hadn’t expected the rookie to get this rough.
“Well, well, well,” Yasui’s voice interrupted them. “Now what do we have here?”
“Uh, I… that is, we... “ Shintaro stuttered, pushing Juri away from his dick. He ran out of the room, zipping up his pants as he went. “Gottadosomepaperwork.”
Yasui locked the door behind Shintaro before raising an eyebrow at Juri. “Couldn’t wait for me, hm?”
Juri trailed his tongue over his lower lip. “Your own fault, Yasuken. What’d you send such a tasty creampuff in to interrogate me anyway?”
“I’d have called him a pumpkin myself,” Yasui replied, kneeling down behind Juri to unlock the handcuffs. Sitting down at the table, Yasui played with the handcuffs. “So what’ve you got for me today?”
Juri stretched, relaxing his arms after having been tied up for quite a while, then flopped down on the other chair opposite Yasui. While Yasui jotted down quick notes, Juri talked about various activities his gang had planned for the next couple of weeks, as well as moves from their rivals and suspected moves he’d heard about.
Two hours later, Yasui snapped his notebook shut. “Okay, Tanaka, you can go.”
Juri just grinned, staying right in his chair. If he walked out of here just like that, his gang would have to be a lot stupider than they were not to smell a fish, and he’d be the one to end up as sushi.
Yasui picked up the handcuffs again. “Defying my authority, hm?” he asked, looking at Juri through his eyelashes.
“Oh, I’m a total rebel,” Juri drawled, leaning over the table to kiss Yasui. He worked his fingers into Yasui’s soft, fluffy hair, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Yasui’s lips parted easily under his, allowing his tongue to slip in and tease at Yasui’s. Their tongues swirled around each other, the kiss full of passion.
When the kiss finally broke, Juri walked around the table. Yasui sat on the table, spreading his legs to allow Juri to stand between them. With his pink lips and fluttery eyelashes, Yasui didn’t look like a high-ranking police officer. Yasui pouted and Juri just had to kiss him again, kiss those pink, puffy lips until Yasui made sweet little noises almost continuously. Juri opened the first two buttons of Yasui’s white shirt and loosened Yasui’s tie just enough that he could get at his neck easily. He nipped at Yasui’s collarbones, making Yasui giggle.
In turn, Yasui unbuttoned Juri’s shirt, but didn’t push it off his shoulders just yet. Juri moaned against Yasui’s lips as Yasui’s clever fingers caressed the dragon tattoo that was curling around his chest and shoulders. Sometimes Juri almost believed that the dragon had preferences of his own and he certainly enjoyed Yasui’s touch the most, practically purring against Juri’s skin.
While Juri nuzzled Yasui’s neck, Yasui quickly unzipped Juri’s pants, fingers curling around Juri’s hardening cock. Juri moaned against Yasui’s neck, suddenly impatient. He kissed Yasui again, fiercer this time, biting down on Yasui’s plush lips before breaking the kiss. Kicking his pants off, he asked, “Want me to ride you?”
Yasui tilted his head, considering it. “No,” Yasui decided finally, “I’d rather bend you over the table and fuck you like that. Then I’ll let Morimoto fuck you too.”
“Your new pet?” Juri asked, quite on board with that plan. The rookie police officer had been hot, and he had quite a weakness for men in uniform.
“Someone has to train them,” Yasui replied innocently, batting his eyelashes. Yasui pulled a small tube of lube out of his pocket and coated his fingers, before sinking to his knees in front of Juri.
Leaning his back against the wall, Juri spread his legs, allowing Yasui free access to his hole. Yasui’s clever little fingers felt good, pushing inside him without any hesitation, curling, teasing, stretching him. Yasui licked at Juri’s dick, not because Juri needed the distraction but because Yasui enjoyed a nice, hard cock just as much as Juri did. Juri dug his fingers into Yasui’s hair and tugged him down onto his dick, making him do it properly. Teasing was all nice and well sometimes, but right now Juri wanted to fuck Yasui’s hot, wet mouth and see Yasui’s pink lips stretched around his cock.
Yasui’s eyes fluttered shut, which Juri took as encouragement to fuck his mouth harder. Yasui was the one who’d taught him how to deepthroat years ago, so he felt no compunction about shoving his dick down Yasui’s throat, over and over, while Yasui moaned sweetly and continued to stretch him.
“I’m ready,” Juri announced once three of Yasui’s fingers went in easily. Yasui curled his fingers one last time, then withdrew them from Juri’s hole, but Juri didn’t stop fucking Yasui’s mouth just yet. One of the things Juri enjoyed the most about their little sessions was how much into sucking his dick Yasui was. Yasui was moaning around his dick as if getting his throat fucked was his favourite thing ever, and this evident enjoyment, together with Yasui’s deceptively innocent face, was impossible to resist.
When Juri finally let go off Yasui’s hair and allowed Yasui to draw back, Yasui’s lips were swollen from the thorough fucking they’d received. On his knees, with his mouth so obviously fucked, Yasui was more appealing than all the hookers working for Juri’s gang put together. “Man, you could do this for a living,” Juri groaned.
Yasui grinned, taking Juri’s comment as the compliment it was intended as. “Turn around,” he said sweetly.
Juri turned, holding his wrists behind his back to let Yasui handcuff him again. Once the handcuffs were in place, Yasui pulled Juri’s shirt down his shoulders to bunch around his upper arms, making it look as if he’d been tied up when he was undressed. Juri walked to the table and bent over it, offering himself to Yasui.
The table was cold against Juri’s bare chest, a pleasant contrast to Yasui’s warm hands on his hips. He groaned as Yasui pushed into him, moving much slower than Juri wanted. “Don’t hold back,” Juri demanded. “Come on, Yasuken!”
He’d forgotten how much of a tease Yasui could be. Instead of giving Juri the fucking he desired, Yasui kissed Juri’s shoulderblades and nosed at the bumps of his spine. Juri squirmed impatiently, his bound hands clenching and unclenching, but there was nothing he could do except wait. Yasui rolled his hips, making his dick shift inside Juri just enough to make Juri want more, but not enough to give any satisfaction.
When Yasui finally started to thrust, he moved slowly, fucking Juri deep but with not nearly enough force behind each thrust. Juri tried to push back, to get Yasui to fuck him harder, but Yasui only dug his fingers into Juri’s hips to hold him in place. The marks of Yasui’s fingers would stay on Juri’s skin for a while, but Juri was fine with that - he needed a few marks so that his gang would believe that he’d fucked his way out of trouble.
Despite the tease of it, it felt pretty good already. Juri moaned unashamedly. Yasui’s dick wasn’t particularly big, but it was hot and hard and moving with purpose, stimulating Juri’s inner walls. Every once in a while, Yasui’s dick brushed across his prostate just right, making Juri’s toes curl. Juri squeezed tight around Yasui, encouraging him to fuck him harder. He knew Yasui wouldn’t let him come - Yasui would make him wait for Shintaro to fuck him, and perhaps another one or two of Yasui’s pets before he got to have an orgasm.
“Spread your legs wider,” Yasui murmured.
Juri did, allowing Yasui to fuck him deeper, giving up even more control. It wasn’t all that long before Yasui came - Juri could feel his rhythm breaking, could feel the last stuttering thrusts. Looking back over his shoulder, Juri watched Yasui’s orgasm face, cute as always. Yasui looked adorable as he came, with his eyes closed, his head thrown back in ecstasy and his mouth a perfect little o.
Yasui stayed like that for a minute, recovering his breath, but then he kissed Juri’s shoulder one more time before pulling out. Juri didn’t need to be told to stay exactly like that while Yasui fixed his clothes and went out to go get another policeman or two. Juri knew exactly what he must look like right now - tied up, bent over the table, with his legs spread wide and his hole stretched open and smeared with lube and come.
Since Juri’s ass was pointing right at the door, it was the first thing Shintaro saw when he walked in. Shintaro’s eyes widened comically and he froze, but Hokuto pushed him forwards, into the interrogation room, and Yasui followed, casually locking the door. Juri snickered at the look on Shintaro’s face - that rookie was really comically easy to shock.
Shintaro sputtered incoherently, unable to get out anything more coherent than “what?!”. Yasui meanwhile leaned in close to Hokuto and whispered in his ear. Juri knew Yasui was probably giving Hokuto instructions - Hokuto could have risen through the ranks much faster than he did, but he had a weird need to follow orders, so he stayed in uniform and obeyed every one of Yasui’s words.
Shintaro’s eyes wandered over Juri’s body, over his spread legs and cuffed wrists, but mostly kept straying back to Juri’s come-smeared hole. Grinning, Juri wiggled his ass in invitation. Shintaro stepped closer, reaching out to slip two fingers into Juri’s stretched hole.
“Mh, yeah,” Juri moaned, clenching around Shintaro’s fingers. “Come and get it.”
Hokuto stepped up close behind Shintaro, pressing against Shintaro’s strong back. Shintaro didn’t even blinked at that, which made Juri grin even wider - clearly Yasui had had those two play together before. While Shintaro fingered Juri’s stretched hole, Hokuto quickly opened Shintaro’s pants and pulled his dick free. With just a few strokes, Hokuto worked Shintaro up to full hardness while Yasui watched them all.
Without any more delay, Shintaro placed his big hands on Juri’s hips and pushed into him in one smooth stroke. Juri moaned - Shintaro’s big, hard dick felt incredible, exactly as good as he’d hoped. Shintaro drew back and slammed back in again, showing Juri exactly how strong he was. “Fuck, yes,” Juri groaned, entirely on board with that. He wanted it rough, wanted a good, hard pounding that left him sore and limping. Quite apart from his own kinks, the limping would be a good cover story for his gang too. As long as his gang thought he was just a pretty face who got occasionally taken advantage of by unscrupulous police officers, no one would suspect him of being the mole.
Juri’s moan seemed to get rid of the last of Shintaro’s self-control. Digging his fingers into Juri’s hips, Shintaro set to work fucking Juri with all of his considerable strength. Snapping his hips, Shintaro pounded into Juri fast and hard, using his big dick to best advantage. All Juri could do was moan, moan and take it. It felt so good, to be stretched this wide, to get fucked this hard. It made all of Yasui’s earlier teasing totally worth the wait.
“Morimoto,” Yasui’s voice intruded and Shintaro paused.
“Huh?” Shintaro asked, and a moment later when his brain caught up, “Uh, I mean, sir?”
Yasui grinned, still looking cute. “Don’t be greedy, Morimoto. You should share with your fellow officers.”
When Shintaro just blinked in confusion, Hokuto pushed Shintaro back and pulled Juri upright. Hokuto was a surprisingly good kisser, Juri found. Juri was quite an experienced kisser himself, but it still took him by surprise how much he enjoyed kissing Hokuto, how hot Hokuto’s tongue curling against his was.
“Now what?” Shintaro asked, clearly unsure on how to proceed.
“Now you learn to share,” Hokuto replied, grinning.
It took a bit of positioning, but soon enough Juri was standing bent over, with Shintaro’s dick in his ass and Hokuto fucking his mouth. Juri moaned around Hokuto’s dick, quite happy with how things turned out - two dicks were definitely better than one. Besides, Shintaro was holding his bound wrists firmly enough that there’d definitely be marks on his wrists later, which would help keep his cover with his gang. Sure, his legs and especially his arms ached a bit from standing bent over, with only Shintaro’s hold on his wrists to help keep him from falling over while he was fucked in both ends, but Juri knew how to roll with it and in the middle of sex he didn’t mind a bit of inconvenience.
Hokuto’s dick wasn’t as big as Shintaro’s, but Juri was glad about that - taking such a big dick down his throat while he didn’t have much control over it wouldn’t have been easy. Hokuto’s dick was big enough to be a bit of a challenge, but not so much that Juri had to concentrate too hard to enjoy the fucking he was getting. Shintaro was pounding into him again, setting Juri’s nerves on fire with his thick, hard dick, and the gentle touch of Hokuto’s hands on his face and hair was a nice contrast.
Hokuto jerked suddenly, his moan a bit different from before. When Juri dragged his eyes open, he could just barely see that Yasui was standing behind Hokuto, doing who knows what, though Juri certainly had a few ideas. Hokuto twitched again, his hips moving erratically. Juri moaned right along with him - the irregular rhythm was even better, driving him slowly crazy with lust.
Shintaro meanwhile was pounding steadily along, fucking Juri’s ass with a strong, steady rhythm, oblivious to whatever Yasui was doing to Hokuto. Every thrust of Shintaro’s hips made Juri’s toes curl and his fingers clench, and if Juri’s mouth had been free, he’d certainly have begged to be touched by now. Juri enjoyed getting fucked a lot, but he couldn’t come just from it - he needed to have his dick stroked to orgasm, a fact Yasui had exploited to tease him before.
Hokuto suddenly shoved his dick down Juri’s throat, thrusting wildly, but then Yasui yanked Hokuto back just in time for Hokuto’s come to splash across Juri’s face. Juri’s tongue flicked out to lick at the drops that landed close enough to his lips, and Hokuto knelt down to lick the rest of his come off Juri’s face with broad swipes of his tongue, all while Shintaro continued to fuck Juri with his big dick.
At a sign from Yasui, Shintaro helped Juri to straighten up and wrapped an arm around Juri’s waist to keep him upright. Shintaro couldn’t fuck him quite as hard in this position, but with a dick as big as Shintaro’s, that didn’t matter much. Hokuto crawled forward to kneel at Juri’s feet, and Hokuto didn’t even wait for Shintaro to slow down to suck Juri’s dick into his mouth. Every time Shintaro thrust into Juri’s ass, Juri’s dick pushed deep into Hokuto’s mouth in turn, going down his throat. Hokuto just took it, looking blissful, though that might have been because Yasui was lightly petting Hokuto’s hair.
Juri came with a curse, his come shooting down Hokuto’s throat. Hokuto didn’t even really need to swallow, because it was already going down his throat. Once Hokuto had swallowed the last drop of Juri’s come, he leaned his head against Yasui’s legs and looked up at him like a puppy, his eyes asking if he’d done good. Juri didn’t actually hear what Yasui said to Hokuto, because Shintaro came, shoving in deep and cursing loudly. Juri was sure he’d be feeling those last few thrust for quite a while, since Shintaro wasn’t holding back anything at that point. Once spent, Shintaro carefully pulled out of Juri, but kept his arm around Juri’s middle, steadying him.
Yasui smiled sweetly, looking surprisingly innocent in the middle of all this carnal pleasure. “Tanaka’s clearly innocent,” Yasui told Shintaro, “so help him get dressed, take him outside and release him.”
Shintaro blinked, brain slowly catching up. “Uh. Right, right, yes, sir,” Shintaro finally replied.
Grinning, Juri held still and let Shintaro dress him. The young policeman had clearly taken the instructions literally and didn’t seem to realize that untying Juri first would have made getting dressed much easier. Shintaro clearly wasn’t used to dressing other people, as he buttoned Juri’s shirt up wrong, but Juri didn’t bother to correct him. While Shintaro led him outside, Juri cast one last glance at Yasui and Hokuto - Hokuto was still on his knees, eyes closed and apparently quite happy to have Yasui pet his hair like a dog. To each his own, Juri figured.
On the steps outside the police station, Shintaro fumbled with the key for a moment before getting the handcuffs unlocked. Juri stretched, his arms a bit sore after being tied up for so long. Two members of his gang were lurking near the corner, clearly waiting for him to be released, so Juri smirked and grabbed Shintaro’s tie. Pulling Shintaro’s head close with his hold on Shintaro’s tie, Juri kissed him again, a showy kiss with lots of tongue. He reached down to give Shintaro’s dick a quick squeeze through his pants, making Shintaro squeak in surprise. Then he turned and walked away, leaving a dumbstruck Shintaro behind.