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Chigiri had been sitting on Nagi’s dick for at least an hour at this point.
He was fully seated, his arms wrapped around Nagi’s shoulders as he played some video game on his computer. Chigiri was sure that Nagi had told him what it was at the beginning but he had completely forgotten by now. He was lost in pleasure at the feeling of Nagi inside of him.
Chigiri shifts his hips a little and the pleasure he receives tells him to do it again. He starts shallowly lifting his hips but Nagi is quick to stop him, grabbing his hip with one hand as he stares at his screen.
“Ah, ah, Princess, you know that you shouldn’t do that, I could lose.”
Chigiri barely registers what he says, burying his face in Nagi’s neck he mouths at the open space. Nagi speaks again but from the two words that Chigiri picks up he assumes he's talking to his teammates online.
Chigiri is much more apt to focus on the vibrations he feels from Nagi’s voice. Chigiri lets out a hum as he leaves a trail of spit on Nagi’s neck.
How long had they been here? Chigiri had thought an hour but he felt so raw inside. Every single shift by Nagi sent sparks up Chigiri’s spine and he was sure he’d die if he didn’t move soon.
“Please,” His voice finally breaks through the haze, his hips starting to move again.
Nagi grabs a handful of hair roughly, “I said,” He’s talking directly into Chigiri’s ear, “you’re going to make me lose.”
Chigiri doesn’t seem to get the message, moving even more frantically once his hair was grabbed. His moans were loud, he felt like he was floating on a cloud while he chased his own pleasure, forgetting about where they were.
“I lost.”
The voice does nothing to deter Chigiri, who is now bouncing with more vigor, he starts to beg and whine more.
“You’re such a desperate slut that you couldn’t even wait for me to finish playing a few games? You’re being so loud right now, Princess.”
Chigiri moaned at the name, burying his head in Nagi’s neck, he didn’t have it in him to feel shameful or embarrassed.
“Please,” Chigiri voice was louder in Nagi’s ear, “Faster,” and, “Help..”
“Oh so you have enough energy to distract me and make me lose, but now you’re asking for help? Now you’re making demands? I don’t think so,”
Nagi pulled Chigiri off of him, ignoring the way the man whined at the loss, and flipped him over his head, so that Chigiri’s face was towards the monitor.
“We’ll take it nice and slow,”
Chigiri couldn’t do anything except whine as Nagi started fucking him in earnest. Taking it slow and deep, Chigiri was sure that if Nagi’s hands weren’t on his hips and the desk wasn’t supporting him he’d collapse.
“Please, please, Nagi faster.” Chigiri was begging, his filter was gone.
“I don’t know, Princess,” Nagi accentuates each word with a thrust, hitting his prostate everytime.
Chigiri is basically a puddle on the desk, pleas and moans coming out of his open mouth.
Nagi feels himself getting close, so he gives in, “Since you asked so nicely,” he whispers into Chigiri’s ear before pulling back and giving Chigiri exactly what he wants.
Before long Chigiri is chanting out something along the lines of “cumming” and Nagi follows quickly behind him.
After catching his breath Nagi decides they both need a shower and drags Chigiri to the bathroom. He turns on the water and leaves Chigiri sitting on the toilet while he brings a cloth to clean up his desk of drool and cum.
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Chigiri had made dinner for the three of them, he had taken to it after Reo had said that neither Nagi nor Chigiri needed to work if they didn’t want to. He didn’t expect Nagi to bring this up at dinner.
“He couldn’t even sit still for a few hours, he just had to be fucked right then,” Nagi spoke with a bored expression, a smile barely gracing his features.
The humiliation starts to hit now, hours after they had done anything, why were they talking about him as if he wasn’t right here.
“Couldn’t sit still? I thought he was usually pretty good at listening to you.” Reo added.
“He must’ve gotten used to you,” Nagi was practically smirking at this point.
“I’m right here y’know,” Chigiri was sure his face was the same color as his hair.
“We’re not talking to you,” Nagi’s voice was still a bit harsh.
Chigiri felt shame rise in his gut, he was usually good at listening to Nagi, “I’m sorry, Okay?”
“Hmm, how about you make it up tonight then?”