“Uh?” Kei murmurs, “No. I can…” he tentatively scoops some of the cake up with his fingers and puts it into his mouth. It’s just a small piece, but Tadashi watches as Kei’s lips part and his tongue stretches out a bit to catch some of the crumbs. His mouth closes around his fingers and his cheeks hollow slightly as he pulls the piece in.
Tadashi watches as his jaw works and his throat bobs as he swallows.
“Ah, no, I think I should still show you,” Tadashi murmurs. He unzips Kei’s slacks and tugs them down a bit. He hooks his fingers into Kei’s underwear and inches them down as well, ignoring Kei’s spluttering.
“Like this, Tsukki,” Tadashi instructs, taking Kei’s dick into his hands. He kisses the tip of it softly, running his tongue over soft flesh. “You have to really get your mouth full,” he says before dipping his head forward and taking as much as Kei as he can stuff into his mouth. He sucks on the tensing flesh, tongue working as he moves his jaw in mock-chewing motions, lips pulled in over his teeth. He groans as Kei swells and hardens in his mouth, loosening his lips to accommodate.
He can hear Akiteru hissing quietly as Kei starts to give very soft, breathless whimpers, hips jerking in very short, shuddering thrusts; the elder Tsukishima’s hand in his hair tightens and flexes against his skull. Tadashi feels arousal start to swell hot in his stomach and his fingers tighten against Kei’s hips. He stops his ‘demonstration’ and caps it off by relaxing his mouth and letting Kei’s tip hit the back of his throat; he swallows around him once before he pulls off, letting saliva drip and pool obscenely out of the corners of his mouth.
He licks his lips and stares up at Kei. The hand holding the plate of cake is shaking badly, and Akiteru’s fingers are still tight in his hair. He grins slowly. “Like that,” he says.
Kei stares down at him, mouth slightly agape, breath harsh and quick. “Mm, Tsukki, go on, eat, don’t you like it?” Tadashi says, pressing soft kisses up and down Kei’s shaft. He looks up and pouts. “Aki-nii, I don’t think he likes the cake.”
Akiteru inhales sharply, watching as Tadashi’s tongue darts out and licks at the head of Kei’s erection. His fingers tighten against Tadashi’s skull and Kei’s trembling abdomen. “I… is that so?” he murmurs, mouth dry. He tips his head forward and nuzzles softly against his brother’s neck. “Do you really not like it, Kei?” he asks.
“That’s… not—” Kei mumbles, tipping his head back as both Akiteru and Tadashi suck at his skin, two separate feelings in two separate places. He wonders if he eats if he’ll get release. He raises a hand and picks up a bit more of the cake this time. It crumbles and drops, bits of cake and strawberries dripping down onto his lap. A dollop of the inner cream falls onto Tadashi’s upturned face, and Kei feels like he’s in some sort of twisted porno. Tadashi grins and eats a piece of strawberry off of Kei’s lap as Kei nibbles on the piece of cake tentatively.
“Not like that,” Tadashi sighs. “All at once.”
Kei obliges, swallowing thickly. He gets about halfway through the piece before he has to stop. Tadashi stares up at him expectantly. Underneath him, Akiteru shifts, his brother’s growing erection pressing into his ass. He’s full and hot and uncomfortable. He squirms. The taste of sugar and strawberries is heavy on his tongue, making it feel thick and coated with a film.
“I can’t finish this,” Kei says finally. Tadashi leans onto his knees, straightening his spine; he starts lapping up the crumbs and cream from Kei’s strawberry-stained pink lips. He slides his tongue right into Kei’s mouth and licks up every ounce of still-sweet saliva from the blond’s mouth. There’s a shift as Kei tips his head into the kiss, and a soft groan. Tadashi can feel Akiteru’s hand twitching against Kei’s stomach. He reaches forward and grabs the hand from his hair, and slides it up to Kei’s chest. He presses down on Akiteru’s fingers, forcing the older man to rub at his brother’s nipples. He feels Kei’s erection brush against his stomach, precum dampening his tee-shirt. Kei moans into Tadashi’s mouth and grinds up into his stomach, hips rolling.
Akiteru’s knees shift on either side of Tadashi’s body, and the brunet realizes the older man is grinding himself into Kei. It makes him shiver, anticipated pleasure shooting right down to his cock. He reaches down and palms himself briefly through his jeans.
Tadashi pulls away, salivia trailing between Kei’s lips in his own. He watches as Kei fidgets as Akiteru rubs and plucks at his nipple, until his mouth falls open into a large, beautiful ‘oh’ as he pants in guilty pleasure. He starts grinding back into Akiteru as the older blond kisses up and down his pale neck. Tadashi watches as he swallows back moans, throat convulsing.
Tadashi takes the plate from Kei’s shaking fingers. He runs his fingers through the cream and reaches up to trace Kei’s lips with it, like he’s finger painting. Kei latches onto his finger with his lips and suckles them clean without prompting. His breath is ragged and hot against the back of Tadashi’s hand.
Tadashi reaches back down and takes a small chunk of cake into his fingers, rolling it a bit before shoving it straight into Kei’s mouth. Kei gives a strangled noise of surprise. It looks like he’s about to spit the cake out, so Tadashi covers his mouth with his palm. “You’ve barely eaten in days,” he urges, “It’s not healthy. You’re so lethargic. I want you to have more energy, Tsukki.”
Kei closes his lips against Tadashi’s hand, eyes sharp as he chews. Tadashi can feel each muscle tightening and moving as he does. It’s thrilling. He runs his hand down Kei’s jaw to his neck, pressing down softy as Kei swallows, feeling the downward movement of the blond’s esophagus over the skin. “Good,” he coos. “Good.”
“Shit, Tadashi,” Kei snaps, “I said I was done.”
“You’ll be done when I think you’ve had enough to eat,” Tadashi retorts. After all, Kei hasn’t said the one thing that would make him stop—he has no plans to stop unless he hears it, or their slow-down phrase. “In any case, you sound like you want some more. Aki-nii?” he asks sweetly.
Akiteru pauses from rubbing circles against Kei’s skin. He moves the hand on Kei’s hip to his jaw. He positions his hand so his thumb is pressing against one side of Kei’s jaw, palm spanning his chin, and his fingers up against the joint on the other side. He pinches his fingers, forcing his brother’s mouth open.
He ruts up hard against Kei’s ass, feeling the way his brother’s body shudders and grinds back into the friction. He groans low in his throat. He watches as Tadashi stares hungrily at them both, his hand disappearing underneath the waistline of his jeans. The man’s face contorts briefly in a tightly controlled look of pleasure, and when it returns, precum glistens damp against his fingers.
That he shoves into Kei’s open mouth, forcing his brother to tip his head away from the movement. He can feel Kei struggle against the movement. He pushes his fingers a bit harder, preventing Kei from closing his mouth around Tadashi’s fingers.
Tadashi rubs at Kei’s tongue until it stretches out over his lips. He gathers the rest of the piece of cake into his hand, reaches up, and shoves it into Kei’s mouth. It’s far too much for it, and it fills his cheeks out obscenely around Akiteru’s fingers and Tadashi pushes his fingers in around the spongy confectionary, pushing it up against the back of Kei’s mouth. He watches in obscene fascination as tears spring up in Kei’s eyes and he struggles to swallow, open mouthed, around the cake.
“Aki-nii,” Tadashi simpers, leaning up into a low crouch so he can kiss Akiteru over Kei’s shoulder. Akiteru relaxes his grip on Kei’s jaw as Tadashi’s tongue slides against his own, still slightly salty from where he’d briefly sucked off his brother. Kei’s mouth and jaw works against his fingers, and he can feel, from where his hand is on Kei’s stomach, the blond struggle to swallow.
Seeing his normally so composed baby brother’s composure absolutely shattered was always so arousing—so was Tadashi’s sadistic and composed bedroom manner. Tadashi pulls away, panting and smirking and licking his lips. He leans back onto his heels, and watches as Kei jerks his hips up into the air, erection leaking and desperate for attention.
He obliges briefly, rewarding Kei for eating. He rubs his thumb against Kei’s slit before curling his fingers around him, pumping him firm and quick like Kei likes the best. He keeps going until Kei is giving short, helpless moans and thrusting into each twist of his wrists, and his fingers are soaked with precum. He stops just when the look of Kei’s face and the sound of his moans indicate that he’s just a few strokes away from coming, and he removes his hand. He scoops up another handful of cake, not bothering to cut pieces anymore, with his sticky fingers.
He presses it into Kei’s mouth without warning. Kei’s eyes go wide and he tries to turn his head away against Akiteru’s grip, but he can’t. His mouth is full, but it’s not bulging. Tadashi grabs another handful of cake, smearing strawberry syrup and cream on the table with his movements.
FILL: "Cake" (Yamaguchi/Tsukishima Kei/Tsukishima Akiteru, force-feeding) (Incest, Emetophilia) 2/3
Tadashi watches as his jaw works and his throat bobs as he swallows.
“Ah, no, I think I should still show you,” Tadashi murmurs. He unzips Kei’s slacks and tugs them down a bit. He hooks his fingers into Kei’s underwear and inches them down as well, ignoring Kei’s spluttering.
“Like this, Tsukki,” Tadashi instructs, taking Kei’s dick into his hands. He kisses the tip of it softly, running his tongue over soft flesh. “You have to really get your mouth full,” he says before dipping his head forward and taking as much as Kei as he can stuff into his mouth. He sucks on the tensing flesh, tongue working as he moves his jaw in mock-chewing motions, lips pulled in over his teeth. He groans as Kei swells and hardens in his mouth, loosening his lips to accommodate.
He can hear Akiteru hissing quietly as Kei starts to give very soft, breathless whimpers, hips jerking in very short, shuddering thrusts; the elder Tsukishima’s hand in his hair tightens and flexes against his skull.
Tadashi feels arousal start to swell hot in his stomach and his fingers tighten against Kei’s hips. He stops his ‘demonstration’ and caps it off by relaxing his mouth and letting Kei’s tip hit the back of his throat; he swallows around him once before he pulls off, letting saliva drip and pool obscenely out of the corners of his mouth.
He licks his lips and stares up at Kei. The hand holding the plate of cake is shaking badly, and Akiteru’s fingers are still tight in his hair. He grins slowly. “Like that,” he says.
Kei stares down at him, mouth slightly agape, breath harsh and quick.
“Mm, Tsukki, go on, eat, don’t you like it?” Tadashi says, pressing soft kisses up and down Kei’s shaft. He looks up and pouts. “Aki-nii, I don’t think he likes the cake.”
Akiteru inhales sharply, watching as Tadashi’s tongue darts out and licks at the head of Kei’s erection. His fingers tighten against Tadashi’s skull and Kei’s trembling abdomen. “I… is that so?” he murmurs, mouth dry. He tips his head forward and nuzzles softly against his brother’s neck. “Do you really not like it, Kei?” he asks.
“That’s… not—” Kei mumbles, tipping his head back as both Akiteru and Tadashi suck at his skin, two separate feelings in two separate places. He wonders if he eats if he’ll get release. He raises a hand and picks up a bit more of the cake this time. It crumbles and drops, bits of cake and strawberries dripping down onto his lap. A dollop of the inner cream falls onto Tadashi’s upturned face, and Kei feels like he’s in some sort of twisted porno. Tadashi grins and eats a piece of strawberry off of Kei’s lap as Kei nibbles on the piece of cake tentatively.
“Not like that,” Tadashi sighs. “All at once.”
Kei obliges, swallowing thickly. He gets about halfway through the piece before he has to stop. Tadashi stares up at him expectantly. Underneath him, Akiteru shifts, his brother’s growing erection pressing into his ass. He’s full and hot and uncomfortable. He squirms. The taste of sugar and strawberries is heavy on his tongue, making it feel thick and coated with a film.
“I can’t finish this,” Kei says finally. Tadashi leans onto his knees, straightening his spine; he starts lapping up the crumbs and cream from Kei’s strawberry-stained pink lips. He slides his tongue right into Kei’s mouth and licks up every ounce of still-sweet saliva from the blond’s mouth. There’s a shift as Kei tips his head into the kiss, and a soft groan. Tadashi can feel Akiteru’s hand twitching against Kei’s stomach. He reaches forward and grabs the hand from his hair, and slides it up to Kei’s chest. He presses down on Akiteru’s fingers, forcing the older man to rub at his brother’s nipples. He feels Kei’s erection brush against his stomach, precum dampening his tee-shirt. Kei moans into Tadashi’s mouth and grinds up into his stomach, hips rolling.
Akiteru’s knees shift on either side of Tadashi’s body, and the brunet realizes the older man is grinding himself into Kei. It makes him shiver, anticipated pleasure shooting right down to his cock. He reaches down and palms himself briefly through his jeans.
Tadashi pulls away, salivia trailing between Kei’s lips in his own. He watches as Kei fidgets as Akiteru rubs and plucks at his nipple, until his mouth falls open into a large, beautiful ‘oh’ as he pants in guilty pleasure. He starts grinding back into Akiteru as the older blond kisses up and down his pale neck. Tadashi watches as he swallows back moans, throat convulsing.
Tadashi takes the plate from Kei’s shaking fingers. He runs his fingers through the cream and reaches up to trace Kei’s lips with it, like he’s finger painting. Kei latches onto his finger with his lips and suckles them clean without prompting. His breath is ragged and hot against the back of Tadashi’s hand.
Tadashi reaches back down and takes a small chunk of cake into his fingers, rolling it a bit before shoving it straight into Kei’s mouth.
Kei gives a strangled noise of surprise. It looks like he’s about to spit the cake out, so Tadashi covers his mouth with his palm. “You’ve barely eaten in days,” he urges, “It’s not healthy. You’re so lethargic. I want you to have more energy, Tsukki.”
Kei closes his lips against Tadashi’s hand, eyes sharp as he chews. Tadashi can feel each muscle tightening and moving as he does. It’s thrilling. He runs his hand down Kei’s jaw to his neck, pressing down softy as Kei swallows, feeling the downward movement of the blond’s esophagus over the skin. “Good,” he coos. “Good.”
“Shit, Tadashi,” Kei snaps, “I said I was done.”
“You’ll be done when I think you’ve had enough to eat,” Tadashi retorts. After all, Kei hasn’t said the one thing that would make him stop—he has no plans to stop unless he hears it, or their slow-down phrase. “In any case, you sound like you want some more. Aki-nii?” he asks sweetly.
Akiteru pauses from rubbing circles against Kei’s skin. He moves the hand on Kei’s hip to his jaw. He positions his hand so his thumb is pressing against one side of Kei’s jaw, palm spanning his chin, and his fingers up against the joint on the other side. He pinches his fingers, forcing his brother’s mouth open.
He ruts up hard against Kei’s ass, feeling the way his brother’s body shudders and grinds back into the friction. He groans low in his throat. He watches as Tadashi stares hungrily at them both, his hand disappearing underneath the waistline of his jeans. The man’s face contorts briefly in a tightly controlled look of pleasure, and when it returns, precum glistens damp against his fingers.
That he shoves into Kei’s open mouth, forcing his brother to tip his head away from the movement. He can feel Kei struggle against the movement. He pushes his fingers a bit harder, preventing Kei from closing his mouth around Tadashi’s fingers.
Tadashi rubs at Kei’s tongue until it stretches out over his lips. He gathers the rest of the piece of cake into his hand, reaches up, and shoves it into Kei’s mouth. It’s far too much for it, and it fills his cheeks out obscenely around Akiteru’s fingers and Tadashi pushes his fingers in around the spongy confectionary, pushing it up against the back of Kei’s mouth. He watches in obscene fascination as tears spring up in Kei’s eyes and he struggles to swallow, open mouthed, around the cake.
“Aki-nii,” Tadashi simpers, leaning up into a low crouch so he can kiss Akiteru over Kei’s shoulder. Akiteru relaxes his grip on Kei’s jaw as Tadashi’s tongue slides against his own, still slightly salty from where he’d briefly sucked off his brother. Kei’s mouth and jaw works against his fingers, and he can feel, from where his hand is on Kei’s stomach, the blond struggle to swallow.
Seeing his normally so composed baby brother’s composure absolutely shattered was always so arousing—so was Tadashi’s sadistic and composed bedroom manner. Tadashi pulls away, panting and smirking and licking his lips. He leans back onto his heels, and watches as Kei jerks his hips up into the air, erection leaking and desperate for attention.
He obliges briefly, rewarding Kei for eating. He rubs his thumb against Kei’s slit before curling his fingers around him, pumping him firm and quick like Kei likes the best. He keeps going until Kei is giving short, helpless moans and thrusting into each twist of his wrists, and his fingers are soaked with precum. He stops just when the look of Kei’s face and the sound of his moans indicate that he’s just a few strokes away from coming, and he removes his hand. He scoops up another handful of cake, not bothering to cut pieces anymore, with his sticky fingers.
He presses it into Kei’s mouth without warning. Kei’s eyes go wide and he tries to turn his head away against Akiteru’s grip, but he can’t. His mouth is full, but it’s not bulging. Tadashi grabs another handful of cake, smearing strawberry syrup and cream on the table with his movements.