Replied on: October 29, 2025 at 1:27:48 PM
“What are you doing in here?” Koito spat at Ogata, walking into his private quarters to find him sitting on the edge of his bed.
“I’ve come from First Lieutenant Tsurumi,” Ogata replied.
Koito straightened, serious.
Ogata breathed a puff of air from his nose. Usami would have immediately puffed up at the double entendre, but the blessed child was too innocent for that. Thought he was bringing a message.
“We kissed,” Ogata explained.
Koito’s straightened shoulders began to rise toward his ears.
“With tongue,” Ogata elaborated.
Koito’s skin was heating, teeth grit so hard they could crack.
Ogata leaned back, uncrossed his legs, recrossed them the other way. Ran a hand through his hair.
“I’ll let you taste it if you let me fuck you.”
The Second Lieutenant was shaking, pathetic rage warring with pathetic excitement. His eyes shifted, trying to make a decision.
Ogata rolled his own. Wasn’t as if they hadn’t fucked before. Wasn’t as if Koito hadn’t been begging for more. Pride didn’t become him.
“If you don’t want it, Usami will take the offer.”
Well. Usami would have been on him after his first sentence, no offer made. Would have been tearing at him with his claws in jealousy and fishing his dick out to fuck out the arousal from the indirect kiss. Would have made Ogata feel something. But Usami never shut the fuck up. Koito didn’t either, but was far more tolerable, unintelligible whining and whimpering into the mattress like a little bitch.
“Alright,” Koito muttered it, looking to the ground. There went the pride. It was a fair transaction, after all.
Ogata smirked. Spread his legs. Patted his thigh.
Koito huffed and marched toward him. Then once he was crawling into Ogata’s lap the posturing all melted off of him and he shrank into the little slut he was. He settled his hands alongside Ogata, not clinging to him like he soon would be, but the way he arched his back already pushed their cocks together. Put his ass on display for Ogata to grab. But not yet. Had to have him whining first or he’d think Ogata was the needy one. Ogata kept his hands on the mattress.
Koito leaned in and licked across Ogata’s lips, a little noise coming from the bottom of his throat. Trying to taste what was left of Tsurumi. Then he moved his lips against Ogata’s, absurdly gentle, kissing him and licking at his lips, until frustration grew. Ogata wouldn’t part his lips, but Koito wanted to taste the inside of his mouth.
Koito’s hands moved to Ogata’s shoulders, fingers digging in to the fabric of his uniform. He kissed him harder, more urgently. Tried to press his tongue past the seam of Ogata’s lips.
Ogata sighed out a laugh and let him.
A long moan left Koito as he dipped into Ogata’s mouth, tongue overly eager to collect whatever essence of Tsurumi he could. His arms wrapped around Ogata’s neck as he made little noises into his mouth.
Then his hips were rolling, grinding down against Ogata’s lap.
The dry humping always eventually came along with Koito, youth and inexperience and eagerness so evident.
Not like with Tsurumi earlier. Tsurumi knew how to make a man’s knees weak with something deep and slow, make a man’s mind go blank with want for more. He could feel the ghost touch of Tsurumi’s hand on his cheek, his facial hair on his skin.
Ogata hummed into the kiss, finally took his hands off the mattress. Slid one hand down to grab his ass. Koito whined, pushed back into his grip. And Ogata slid the other hand up his back, threaded his fingers into Koito’s too-soft, pansy-boy hair. Curled his fingers in a harsh grasp, holding Koito’s skull in place. Koito gasped at the tiny bit of pain, then groaned in annoyance and impatience as he couldn’t lunge at Ogata’s anymore.
Ogata pulled away, wet sounds as hot mouths separated. “You got yours,” he muttered.
Koito glared at him, panting. Greedy bitch wanted more.
Maybe Ogata was in a giving mood. It’s why he chose to go to Koito, wasn’t it? Ha. Altruism. What a fucking joke. He was taking over. Moving this show along.
Holding Koito’s skull in place, he moved forward. Bit at his lip and pressed his tongue past.
Ogata hummed into the kiss, Koito whining as Ogata moved his tongue against his. Koito gave in as soon as a man took control of him. Started rutting down, rubbing his clothed erection against Ogata. Arching back to allow Ogata to get a firmer grip on his ass. Fucking slut begging to get fucked just from making out a little.
“Is that enough for you?” Ogata didn’t bother concealing the amusement in his voice.
Koito shook his head.
“What, do you want me to fuck you on your back like a woman? Hold me close so we can kiss and make love?” Ogata snorted. He knew that was the position in which Tsurumi fucked Koito. So pathetically desperate he couldn’t even get fucked like a man.
A different kind of heat rose to Koito’s face, his half-lidded eyes hardening into a glare and his panting mouth closing into a pout. He shoved Ogata’s chest and climbed off, started undressing from the waist down.
Ogata laughed and bent to rummage through Koito’s belongings, grabbed the camellia oil he used for his skin and hair. Far too good for the grease the other soldiers used. Fucking rich boy. His asshole was probably as silky-soft as his uncalloused hands.
When Ogata turned around, Koito was already on his hands and knees on the bed. He glanced back at Ogata and quickly darted his eyes away. He was panting, terrible at hiding any eagerness.
Ogata climbed behind him, settled a hand on his ass. Kneaded at it. Pulled one cheek to the side. Dribbled some of the oil over his hole. Rubbed his thumb over it. All pretty and bare, lacking the hair other men had.
Koito whined and adjusted his position, sinking his elbows and face into the mattress, arching his back up and presenting his hole like an animal in heat.
He had a nice, plush ass. Looked good like this. Even his uniform contoured it nicely, made him good eye candy. No wonder Tsukishima liked him so much. Fuck, Tsukishima had a nice ass, too. Doubtful Koito ever fucked it, though.
Ogata slipped in a finger and Koito fucked back onto it. Tight, despite how often he bottomed. And silky-soft, after all.
Ogata laughed. “It’s like you were made to take men’s cocks.”
Koito shook his head against the mattress. “O-Only…Lieutenant Tsurumi…”
“Only First Lieutenant Tsurumi’s?” Ogata laughed further, slipped in another finger, and Koito shuddered. “You’re about to take mine.”
Koito whined in protest but kept trying to roll back onto Ogata’s fingers. Ogata took his other hand to take a firm grip on Koito’s asscheek, hold him in place. Fuck him with his fingers.
He intended to only stretch Koito as much as necessary to fit his cock, but Koito was shivering and whining and muttering into the mattress. Maybe he thought being so vocal would make someone love him, craved it since he knew it. But it triggered the hunting instinct in Ogata. Made him want to bully him more. So he kept going, curled his fingers down to drag over Koito’s prostate and make him cry.
“My…” Koito gasped out, shaky, tried to spread his legs further, “my pussy…”
Ogata stopped for a moment, then withdrew his fingers. “Your pussy,” he repeated under his breath and he undid his belt and fished out his cock.
Rich boy really was made for men to fuck. His cock was hanging there untouched, red and flushed. And he was begging for cock in his pussy. Couldn’t even call it his asshole.
Ogata jerked his cock with some more of the camellia oil and lined up with Koito’s hole. “Yeah, I’ll fuck your pussy,” he spoke, low.
He pressed in, sheathed himself fully, sighed, and ran his clean hand through his hair. Might call it his pussy, but it was tighter than one. Wrapped around Ogata’s cock perfectly.
Then he grabbed Koito’s hips and started thrusting. Koito fucked back onto his cock.
Koito whined into the sheets, whimpering things in his dialect that Ogata could probably make out if he gave more of a shit. Undeniably easy to catch was a name repeated over and over, “Lieutenant Tsurumi, Lieutenant Tsurumi…”
“No,” Ogata grinned, not that Koito could see it. “I’m the one fucking you.”
Koito gasped and shook his head against the mattress. Such a slut but wanted to pretend every man he fucked was their First Lieutenant.
Ogata slapped Koito’s ass, Koito gasped and tightened around him. “Who’s cock are you trying to ride, Second Lieutenant Koito?”
Koito keened, didn’t stop rolling his hips back against Ogata’s thrusts.
“Who’s fucking you?” Ogata slapped his ass again. Koito was shaking. “Who’s cock is in your little cunt?”
“S…Superior Private Ogata.”
“There it is,” Ogata sighed out. He wrapped an arm around Koito’s chest and wrenched him up. Held him against his chest.
“Fantasize about him all you want,” Ogata hissed in his ear, “Today his eyes were on me.”
Koito choked out a sob, spasming around Ogata, hot and tight and pathetic and Ogata spilled in him.
“Fuck,” Ogata growled in Koito’s ear, “pampered… little… slut.” He fucked him through his orgasm, felt Koito tense up around him, heard the weak cry as he came over his own shirt with his untouched cock.
Breathing heavily, Ogata dropped Koito to the mattress. Tucked himself back in his pants. Did up his belt, smoothed a hand through his hair. Gathered himself. Climbed off the bed.
Koito lay on his mattress gasping in what Ogata presumed was post-orgasmic bliss, curled in on himself, Ogata’s seed leaking out of his pussy.
“Hey,” Ogata said, looking down at Koito.
Koito looked up at him through his lashes, flushed and spent.
“For you, before I leave.” Ogata grabbed his jaw and spit in his mouth.
Koito moaned and Ogata swore he saw his dick twitch.
Ogata left.
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