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Warnings: Kinky PWP porny smut. XD (Enticement, not a warning!) I would lul so hard if I got banned from FFnet or something...
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY THELOUDMONK!!! You are the best person ever. :D From our old days in the Naruto fandom to now, fangirling Demyx together...you've been incredible. I'm so glad I finished this on time for your SPECIAL DAY. Andddd I hope all of you in the KH fandom enjoy it! I haven't written KH in a lonnggg while, and when I did it was back when I was a super lame n00b at fanfiction. XD; So this is probably a vast improvement. Above all, I hope it's hot. 3 As the author, I can't...really...gauge it, unfortunately. But here's hoping it satisfies y'all. :P
Hey, I wish FFnet had an option for threesomes. XD I chose Xemnas/Saïx since that's sort of the focus. -shrug-
Xemnas and Saïx are—Demyx gulps, hardly even able to think about it. Xemnas is sitting in a large, plush armchair with Saïx on his lap, riding him. Hearing Saïx’s soft moans, perhaps the first time Demyx has heard that mouth let out a sound that isn’t part of some cruel comment, is almost too much for him, and he knows he should leave, knows he has no right to be seeing this, but—but he’s rooted to his spot. Part of it is fear; fear that if he moves to leave they’ll hear him. But maybe there’s a part of him that wants to see this, a side of them he’s never seen before. Xemnas’s expression strained, letting out the occasional soft gasp or groan, and Saïx looks so blissful. Demyx has to wonder what it would feel like, sleeping with someone. He never has, not as a Nobody, anyway. He has the vaguest wisps of memories of someone’s hands on his skin, but he doesn’t even know whether that person was a man or woman.
Demyx’s cheeks flush at a drawn out, guttural moan from Saïx, before the scarred man slumps against Xemnas’s chest, Xemnas’s hips thrusting up sharply several times before he goes still as well, letting out a long, content sigh. Demyx realizes with no small amount of embarrassment that he’s gone hard, gone hard from watching this private ritual. Xemnas and Saïx speak to each other in hushed tones, both of them laughing at some private joke, and suddenly, it hurts. It hurts Demyx in his hollow chest, a longing tug pulling at him. He wants that—he wants someone who he can laugh with like that. He suddenly feels so lonely, and it’s such a completely foreign emotion to the normally energetic man that he’s not sure whether to curl up right here on the library floor or go take his anger out on someone else or—or he doesn’t even know. Demyx turns, wanting to be away from them very badly, when a soft voice calls out to him.
“Did you enjoy the show?” Saïx asks, voice sultry and amused all at once. Demyx freezes, back to the bookshelf behind which Saïx and Xemnas sit, and winces.
“Surely you didn’t think we wouldn’t notice you there,” Xemnas speaks in a hushed, chiding tone, and Demyx bites his lower lip.
“I—I’m sorry,” he says shakily, tensing up. He’s ready to just run, bolt away from here, but Saïx must have been expecting that, because suddenly he’s there, standing right behind Demyx, one hand going to Demyx’s wrist and gripping it tightly.
“Don’t be. And don’t move.” Demyx nods almost dazedly, tilting his head back and glancing at Saïx’s hand on his wrist. Xemnas strolls up to them rather calmly, eyes running over Demyx’s lithe, black robed form. He seems to give some sort of silent signal to Saïx, because then Demyx’s other wrist is grabbed, his arms pulled behind his back, and he gulps nervously. Xemnas’s fingers are suddenly at the top of his chest, nimbly gripping the tab of the zipper that holds his cloak closed, and Demyx is now coming to really regret his clothing choice; he gets hot easily, so Demyx doesn’t bother wearing anything under his robe but a pair of boxers. Definitely regretting that now. Xemnas tugs the zipper down to Demyx’s waist and then stops, pulling the cloak open so that Demyx’s chest, pale creamy white, is exposed. Xemnas lets out a faint hum of approval, and Saïx gently lets go of Demyx’s wrists, stepping closer to the shorter man, his chest pressed against Demyx’s arms, pinning them to his back. Saïx’s hands slip to Demyx’s hips, resting there softly.
“What are you doing?” Demyx asks, and maybe he doesn’t really want to know, and maybe he definitely doesn’t want them to stop. There comes no answer but for Xemnas’s fingers tracing the smooth skin of his chest, fingers that he’s seen do such terrible things, suddenly so gentle. Saïx’s breath is close to his ear, hot and moist, and as Xemnas leans to suck a delicate nipple into his mouth, a tongue traces the rim of Demyx’s ear, teeth tugging the lobe, and Demyx lets out a startled moan, leaning back against Saïx because his legs are maybe too shaky to hold himself up. For such simple things, they feel incredibly good. The subtle shifting of Saïx’s fingers on his hips, the warm suction of Xemnas’s mouth, Saïx’s throaty chuckle at his ear—it’s all too much.
“He’s so responsive, Xemnas. Do you think anyone’s ever touched him like this?” Saïx’s fingers rub slightly in, towards Demyx’s pelvic bones. Xemnas pulls back, licking his smirking lips.
“No, I don’t think anyone has,” Xemnas says, and his voice is so predatory, Demyx can’t help his shiver. If this is the punishment he gets for watching them, it’s not really much of a punishment. Well, it is more than slightly terrifying and maybe a bit humiliating, but he’s still not going to complain.
“What do you think we should do to him now?” Saïx asks, voice far too amused by all of it. One of his hands has wandered up to where Xemnas stopped unzipping, and he tugs the tab down a bit farther.
“I don’t know—what do you think we should do to you, Demyx?” Xemnas’s fingers keep on rubbing the base of Demyx’s throat, and that is really quite distracting.
“I—what?” is all Demyx can manage to get out, knowing that he sounds like an incoherent moron, and maybe he is, at this point. He’s just so surprised that they’re actually addressing him; he can hardly think of an answer to the question—not that he knows much about this sort of thing anyway. The only real knowledge he has of anything of a sexual nature is just some magazines Axel showed him, which—well, Demyx had discovered on that day that he really did not like girls. No wonder he’d always been terrified of Larxene. Or maybe that was just her.
Both of them laugh quietly at Demyx’s confused murmur, and Xemnas tilts his head to the side slightly, looking to be in thought.
“I think you should show him how talented that tongue of yours is,” he says to Saïx, stepping back slightly. Demyx blinks, confused once more, but then Saïx is kneeling in front of him, unzipping his cloak the rest of the way; and before Demyx can smack his hands away, tugging off his boxers as well.
“H-hey,” Demyx gets out shakily, but this half-protest quickly turns into a slow moan as a warm, moist suction completely overtakes him. All of him at first, before Saïx pulls back until he’s just sucking the tip, then bobbing back down again. Oh, yes, that feels incredible, and Demyx’s eyelids slip shut of their own accord.
“Tell me how it feels,” is the command murmured in his ear, Xemnas’s voice so familiar and yet not.
“G-good,” Demyx gasps out raggedly, more than aware of how very ineloquent that was. He never was good with words anyway, and especially not now, not with Saïx sucking him like this, gripping his hips like this. Demyx’s hands reach behind him to find the front of Xemnas’s robe, gripping it tightly with shaky fingers. Xemnas pushes slightly at Demyx’s forearms, laughing softly.
“Don’t hold on to me, grab his hair. He won’t mind,” Xemnas’s voice is so amused, it makes Demyx feel odd—makes him wish he was more experienced. With only a slight bit of hesitance—caused mostly by the thought that Saïx might hunt him down and kill him for this later—Demyx drops the robes, fingers threading through Saïx’s hair. Demyx moans slightly, grip tightening involuntarily, as Saïx’s tongue massages against him.
“You want to feel more, don’t you, Demyx? More than this?” Xemnas’s voice is breathy and dangerous at his ear, and Demyx nods dumbly. He does; he really does.
“Very good,” Xemnas says, sounding pleased, and Demyx is just glad to have pleased Xemnas, though he’s not even sure what he did.
“Stop that now, Saïx,” Xemnas commands smoothly and steps back from Demyx, who gives a disappointed moan as the hot suction suddenly disappears from around his very needy erection, Saïx standing and dragging the back of a hand across his lips.
“Follow us, Demyx, and you might want to zip up your cloak,” Saïx says with a smirk on his lips, trailing after Xemnas, who is already leaving the library. Demyx sighs, wondering what he’s getting himself into, but quickly pulls his boxers up and fixes his coat, before following the two.
Demyx has never been in Xemnas’s room before. It’s large—and cold. Not literally, of course, just in general. Demyx prefers his own room, cluttered and pleasant and exactly what he loves. Not that he’s really focused on the décor. As soon as he steps into the room, Saïx slams the door behind them, and Xemnas is pushing a stumbling Demyx to the bed—quite spacey, Demyx can’t help but notice, which he is eventually shoved onto, landing sprawled on his back. It’s rough and harsh and not even nearly romantic, but he loves it, and he hasn’t the faintest clue why. Maybe because as soon as he is pushed onto the bed, Saïx is on top of him, straddling his waist and staring down at him with a gaze that can be summed up in one word: hungry. Xemnas is still standing, watching them intently.
Saïx grips the tab of Demyx’s cloak between his teeth, moving his way down Demyx’s body until the cloak is completely unzipped.
“Off,” is the only command he gives Demyx, eyes tracing over the contours of a skinny frame. Demyx awkwardly gets out of the cloak, slipping out of the sleeves before getting it out from under him and tossing it to the side. As soon as his skin is bared, Saïx is there, kissing and licking and sucking and biting every inch of skin on his chest, and Demyx lets out an almost choked moan, fingers clutching Xemnas’s silk sheets.
“Stop, please,” Demyx gasps out, words strained. Saïx glances up the line of Demyx’s body, lips still less than an inch away from his skin, expression irritated.
“What is it?” Saïx snaps, the fingers of one hand tweaking one of Demyx’s nipples, perhaps in punishment.
“I—why me?” Demyx asks, glancing sideways and being met with the sight of Xemnas, eyebrow raised, arms crossed. Saïx rolls his eyes.
“Oh, please. You’re attractive and we thought you’d make a good toy, alright?” Saïx says, fingers going to work on Demyx’s boxers.
“I, right—I just—” Demyx trails off hopelessly, lifting his hips so that Saïx can pull the boxers off. Xemnas steps a bit closer, fingers pressing against Demyx’s lips.
“Be quiet or we’ll gag you,” he says, but there’s no menace in his voice, which really weirds Demyx out, frankly.
“Or maybe we should gag him anyway. What do you think, Saïx?” Xemnas’ voice is clearly teasing, thumb rubbing Demyx’s lower lip slowly, eventually pausing and pushing between Demyx’s soft pink lips. Demyx, unsure of what to do, really, sucks gently at Xemnas’ thumb, the taste salty and bitter but not entirely unpleasant. Saïx raises his head from where he was nibbling at a pale inner thigh like candy, licking his lips.
“Oh, no, it’s much better to hear that lovely voice of his,” and Saïx is suddenly there again, on him, sucking him, warm and getting hotter, moist, massaging, and it feels so good, Demyx gasps around the thumb in his mouth, hips pushing up, eager for more. Xemnas steps away, Demyx not watching the man—too fixated on watching Saïx bob up and down on him, hypnotic—but hearing the noise of Xemnas’ zipper being undone and his robe falling to the ground. Xemnas climbs onto the bed, fingers gripping in Saïx’s hair and practically wrenching the man off of Demyx, who widens his eyes a bit, startled by the display of harshness. But Saïx doesn’t look upset about it at all, which confuses Demyx. How could Saïx, of all people, just allow Xemnas to torment him?
Xemnas’ long fingers slip to Saïx’s cheek, tugging his head sideways, and Demyx watches as the two kiss hungrily, seeming to want to devour one another, all tongues and teeth and sloppiness. Saïx is still astride Demyx’s thighs, so close to him, and it’s nothing like watching at the library; this is a hundred times better. When they break off from the kiss, two pairs of equally lustful eyes turn on Demyx, and he gulps, nervously. It’s starting to dawn on him exactly what he’s getting into, and he wants to crawl away and hide rather than be subjected to the hungry gazes on him. He shrinks back a bit, chewing on his lower lip.
“Nervous?” Saïx asks, expression amused. Demyx hesitates before nodding slightly. Saïx moves forward a bit until he’s straddling Demyx’s stomach instead, leaning forward to grab something to the left of Demyx. Demyx blinks, staring up at a muscular chest, startling as Saïx grabs his wrist, strapping a thick black leather cuff tightly there, the cuff attached by metal chain to Xemnas’ bedpost. Saïx does the same to Demyx’s left wrist, before sitting back, eyes taking in the sight of Demyx under him, strapped down, with satisfaction.
The restraints don’t leave Demyx with much leeway, arms forced into uncomfortable positions, but if he lets his arms go slack and allows the restrains to hold them up, it feels a bit better—he’s sure there will be marks, though, from the way the leather digs into his skin so painfully. It does hurt, and Demyx hates pain, being a rather whiny type, but somehow this pain doesn’t bother him, since it’s being provided by Xemnas and Saïx. It’s more of an ache, anyway, and maybe that’s not so bad. It’s definitely not detracting from his arousal. He gazes hard into Saïx’s eyes, not trusting his throat enough to speak, instead allowing his eyes to talk for him.
“I think he likes it,” Xemnas says huskily, sitting down next to Demyx with his back against the headboard, able to watch Saïx and Demyx intently.
“Kiss him,” Xemnas murmurs smoothly, and Saïx bends down, slanting his lips against Demyx’s in a pressing kiss—Demyx reluctantly opens his lips to a very insistent tongue. He’s not sure how kissing will feel, only knowing that it looks kind of gross and strange, but he’s surprised when it feels—good. Saïx is in control of the kiss, tongue probing Demyx’s mouth, and Demyx isn’t really exactly sure what to do, and he hesitantly rubs his tongue against Saïx’s. Saïx pulls back, laughing softly.
“Don’t be so shy,” Saïx murmurs, one hand going to Demyx’s hair, fingers threading through light brown locks, and pulling Demyx back into the kiss, tongue invading once more. There’s so much passion behind Saïx’s action, and it’s hard not to be pulled into it—Demyx fervently returns the kiss, as best as he can manage, anyway. He can constantly feel Xemnas’ heavy gaze on him, and though it makes him a bit more nervous, Demyx tries to ignore it. When Saïx pulls away, Demyx is breathing hard, his cheeks flushed red. He’s been hard for a while now, and that’s not exactly something he’s used to; it’s uncomfortable, to him, and he bites his lower lip tensely.
“Pl-please, I need to—need to—” Demyx stammers, too embarrassed to say it. He feels pathetic.
“Need to what? You’ll have to be more specific than that,” Xemnas drawls with dry amusement.
“C-come,” Demyx says lowly, avoiding Saïx’s eyes. Saïx laughs again, punctuating the melodic noise with a roll of his hips on Demyx’s, causing the brunet to gasp and shudder.
“Really, now? Why should we let you have that? What have you done to deserve it?” Saïx asks, continuing to grind his hips down on Demyx’s.
“A-ah—I don’t know,” Demyx moans, voice confused and desperate.
“Not yet,” Xemnas cuts in, finally moving from his sprawled spot next to Demyx—he moves to the side of the bed, snatching something off a bedside table, before moving towards Saïx.
“Stop that,” Xemnas mutters, and the delicious grinding friction stops, making Demyx frown in disappointment. Saïx doesn’t seem to even need to be told to do what Xemnas is thinking, because he quickly strips off his clothing before going on hands and knees above Demyx, eyes boring hard down into Demyx’s, strands of hair tickling Demyx’s cheeks. There’s a slapping sound as Xemnas’ hand comes down hard on Saïx’s ass, and Demyx’s eyes widen a bit, watching Saïx’s expression twist in pleasure. How—how could that feel good? Demyx watches, dazed and more than a little confused, as Xemnas runs a slick palm over himself, before his fingers—Demyx gulps, able to see everything all too clearly.
Xemnas slides two fingers into Saïx, then three, twisting and scissoring them inside of Saïx. Saïx lets out a slight moan of pleasure, eyes hazy and half-lidded. After only a short moment of this, Xemnas slips his fingers out of Saïx, gripping the man’s waist tightly and nudging his tip against Saïx’s entrance, Demyx watching with widened eyes as Xemnas is engulfed completely.
“Mm, tight as ever,” Xemnas murmurs lowly, voice husky. Saïx bites his lower lip, continuing to stare, unrelenting, into Demyx’s eyes.
“Damn it, Xemnas, move already,” Saïx bites out. And Xemnas—complies. Demyx can only watch with wide eyes as Xemnas fucks Saïx hard, the sound of their flesh slapping together seeming to be ridiculously obscene, to Demyx. Saïx is moaning and gasping and it looks like it feels so good. So good. Xemnas plants a hand on the back of Saïx’s head, shoving him down, and Saïx kisses Demyx again, both of them kissing fiercely and desperately. Demyx is so engrossed in this deep kiss he doesn’t even notice that Xemnas has stopped until they pull apart.
“Why—why did you stop?” Demyx asks shakily. There was something so intimate about him getting to see this; he’d been enjoying it, really, which made him feel a bit strange and a bit perverted.
“You want to come, right, Demyx?” Xemnas asks in a lazy drawl, breaths only the slightest bit heavier than normal—otherwise he somehow shows absolutely no signs of what he’s in the middle of. Demyx nods rapidly—he does, he does, so badly.
“And don’t you want to feel this? Doesn’t Saïx look like he’s—enjoying it?” Xemnas thrusts his hips hard a few more times, Saïx’s breaths splashing hot and heavy on Demyx’s skin. It definitely looks like Saïx is enjoying it, but—but he’s not sure if he wants it or not. Not sure of anything. And his arousal hurts so, so badly, wants attention so badly. He tugs weakly against the leather holding him back, gritting his teeth as this only results in more pain. Demyx soon finds himself with tears of frustration rolling down his cheeks—Saïx licks them up slowly, this action seeming very strangely tender to Demyx. It hurts and he needs relief, needs release, but he’s scared of what Xemnas is offering—it’s so sudden.
“I want—I want to feel it,” Demyx meekly breathes out after a while, realizing that there’s no other way for him to get release.
“Very good,” Xemnas murmurs, hips pulling back, out of Saïx, Saïx gasping softly at that. Xemnas’ fingers grasp Saïx’s hair once more, moving Saïx’s head back a bit, whispering something into his ear. Demyx gulps. Secrets aren’t good. He wants to know what’s going on. Xemnas moves off to the side once more, sitting cross-legged and relaxed. Damn it, Xemnas is way too calm. It isn’t fair, not when Demyx is having so much trouble just trying to even out his hitching breaths. Saïx’s hands grip Demyx’s ankles, pushing Demyx’s knees to his chest. Demyx holds his legs in that position though the limbs tremble a bit. He wishes his hands weren’t tied so he could hold his thighs; but they’re not, so he just lets his legs spread a bit wider, making it easier to keep them up.
When he glances up, Saïx is kneeling before him, his fingers slick with the same stuff Xemnas had put on himself.
“He’s not going to touch your cock,” Xemnas says with a devilish smirk, “So if you want to come, you’ll just have to find another way, won’t you?” Demyx bites his lower lip, not responding to this. Of course they won’t actually touch him. These two—they’re having far too much fun tormenting him, Demyx decides with a half formed pout. His plump lips quickly shape into a small o, though, as one finger lubricated by warm oil pushes at his entrance. Now that—that is something Demyx had never done, never felt before, and it—it doesn’t hurt really as much as he thought it would. But that’s just one finger. Wriggling and smooth and hot and pushing, and Demyx makes a low, needy murmur, eyes slipping shut. Part of him still can’t believe that Xemnas and Saïx are actually doing this; they’ve always seemed so far out of reach to him. Not friendly like some of the other Organization members—well, perhaps not friendly, but at least approachable.
“A-ahh,” Demyx gives a stammered moan as another finger nudges into him, and a hand creeps up his chest, rubbing his nipple torturously slow. Demyx pushes his hips up into empty air, aching to feel something, anything, against his painfully hard cock. His lower lip trembles a bit.
“He’s so cute and needy,” Saïx murmurs, voice amused, fingers moving and pushing and spreading inside Demyx. Curving up against a spot that makes Demyx gasp and shiver. It feels so—good. And the hand massaging his chest isn’t a bad thing either, a soft palm grinding against his nipple.
“Nn, wouldn’t be needy if you’d just—just—give me something,” Demyx grits out, unable to think straight anymore.
“Something, mm?” comes Xemnas’ smooth voice, and Demyx nods shakily.
“No.” A flat denial. Demyx gasps a bit at a third finger, thrusting his hips down this time instead of up. Hurts a little but at least it’s something more.
“You can come from Saïx touching you,” Xemnas breathes, and then the mattress moves a bit, Xemnas shifting closer—his other nipple now being paid equal attention, “And me. We’re spoiling you, really.” Demyx moans lowly, blinking his eyes open. There is something seriously attractive about the sight of the two of them on him, in him, touching him, and Demyx exhales shakily.
“Please, Xemnas, I need—need to come,” Demyx pleads, feeling so close but yet nothing is enough, nothing’s enough to push him over that edge.
“I’m sure you do,” Xemnas chuckles, leaning down, sucking at Demyx’s nipple, teeth tugging it softly. Demyx’s teeth push in below his bottom lip, startled by how fucking good just that much feels. And—and. A fourth finger, Saïx’s pinky, forcing its way inside. That’s far too much, he thinks, definitely, and yet—yet it feels good. Aching, spreading, teasing.
“Ah, fuck,” Demyx breathes. He rarely curses out loud; Saïx and Xemnas are inspiring him.
And Xemnas is trailing sucking nibbling licking kisses up, to his neck, marking him, and Saïx is still fondling his chest and his fingers, those fingers.
It’s all just a bit too much, sensory overload, and Demyx, grinding his hips down hard and gasping erratically, comes, feeling warm stickiness splatter on his stomach.
“Oh—oh, fuckkk,” Demyx breathes out slowly, hazy waves of pleasure still radiating in him.
“You actually came without being touched,” Xemnas chuckles, hovering just above Demyx, “You really liked Saïx finger fucking you that much?” Demyx’s cheeks flush even more than the already are. Did Xemnas have to be so—so obscene about it? He’s not used to that sort of thing. But then, this is all very obscene, and he supposes it’s not exactly in Xemnas’ nature to tread lightly around things like that. Then Xemnas closes the distance between them and kisses him hard, lips and tongue so demanding, slanted against his. Saïx’s fingers slide out of him and then there’s a warm lapping at his stomach, cleaning, and it’s just—so perfect. He’s adjusted a bit too easily to this entire situation but then, what other choice does he have?
Xemnas pulls back, glancing down at Demyx’s stomach.
“Does he taste good?” Xemnas asks, voice so relaxed and yet predatory, Demyx finds himself unable to help but reacting to it, stomach twisting a bit. Saïx nods, lifting his head up with come smeared on his lips and chin, and that just makes Demyx react even more, and he could definitely get hard again, at this rate.
“You’ve made an even worse mess of you both,” Xemnas chides with a—a playful tone in his voice. Demyx has pretty much adjusted to this different, more submissive side to Saïx, but he’s having much more trouble getting used to Xemnas. His leader, cold and cruel and determined, acting so very, well, Demyx can’t even think of a word to categorize it.
He’s startled from his thoughts by hands at his wrists, removing the cuffs that bond him. Demyx lets his arms drop with a relieved sigh, rubbing at skin with thick stripes in red on it.
“On your knees,” Xemnas commands flatly, and Demyx—he hardly even thinks about it before obeying the order, going on his knees, bracing his hands on the mattress.
“So obedient,” Saïx murmurs, voice amused, crawling in front of Demyx and sitting down, looking lazily into hazel eyes. Demyx lowers his gaze, nodding the slightest bit. He’d never really thought of himself as a particularly submissive person before, but it is far too easy to obey, when it comes to Xemnas.
Xemnas’ hands grip at Demyx’s hips, lifting them up some, and Demyx swallows, knowing what is coming. He does want it. Is just—nervous. Saïx fingers pet through his hair, and perhaps it is an offering of comfort. Whether it is or not, it does make him feel better. Besides, if he’d been able to bear four fingers from Saïx (even if it had hurt), surely Xemnas won’t be that bad. He leans down a bit more, hips in the air. He supposes he should feel—something. He should feel ashamed or slutty or odd, being in such a position. But it just makes him feel more anticipation, makes him start to get hard again.
“Ah,” Demyx gasps, as something warm and hard rubs against his entrance, nudging, pushing. If it hadn’t been for Saïx’s rather thorough preparation, this would definitely be hurting like hell. And it does still feel a bit awkward, but mainly just—good. Very warm, but not in a purely physical sense. It’s something different. Demyx lets out a shuddering breath when Xemnas has pushed all the way in. Less wide than Saïx’s fingers had been but so much longer. Saïx’s fingers twist a bit, gripping light brown hair tightly.
“Suck him,” Xemnas hisses, planting a hand on the back of Demyx’s neck and pushing down slightly, voice finally starting to show some sort of strain instead of sounding so calm. And then Saïx shoves Demyx down entirely, head of his cock pushing harshly against Demyx’s lips, and it’s not like he had much choice. But he would have done it anyway. He slips his lips open, trying not to gag as he’s forced down on Saïx’s length, and also trying not to scrape his teeth against Saïx. A task made infinitely more difficult by Xemnas, who starts to thrust, fast and hard, without warning, startling Demyx entirely. It feels—feels fucking brilliant, and one of Xemnas’ hands wraps around Demyx’s front, smearing some of the come that had been left behind, the other hand going to his gradually hardening arousal, loosely fisting it, pumping slowly.
All feels so good but he tries to focus on sucking off Saïx to the best of his abilities; never done this before, but it’s not as through there’s much to figure out. Strangely, the fingers tightly clenching his hair, pushing him up and down forcefully, make it even better. Maybe Demyx has to admit that he really, really likes the thought of Saïx and Xemnas using him as a toy—makes him feel wanted, needed, and that’s why he’s gone along with them this entire time.
Or maybe he’s just horny.
Either way, he moans a bit, the noise muffled. Saïx’s hips start to thrust shallowly, fucking Demyx’s mouth while Xemnas is really fucking him and it’s rather incredible, rather surreal, rather mindbogglingly hot. Saïx has been hard for even longer than him, so Demyx isn’t surprised when Saïx hauls Demyx up by gelled hair, coming with a low moan onto Demyx’s pale skin. Demyx hadn’t quite been expecting that, and he blinks, Saïx’s seed dripping off his cheeks and lips and nose.
“Mm, I want to see him better,” Saïx murmurs to Xemnas, and Xemnas lets out a strained grunt as way of response, tugging Demyx up by the shoulders hurriedly. The position change is quick, Xemnas never fully pulling out of Demyx, before they end up with Demyx seated on Xemnas’ lap, knees pressed tight to his chest—folded up. Xemnas’ hands grip his sides before Xemnas goes back to thrusting, steady up and down and deep and Demyx’s eyes slip shut with a shuddering gasp.
Saïx kisses him then, sharing the taste of Saïx’s seed between them, and one of his hands trails down Demyx’s front, tickling sweat slick skin, before he rests a finger on the tip of Demyx’s arousal.
“P-please,” Demyx stammers when Saïx pulls away from the kiss.
“You’ve already come once, you greedy little thing,” Saïx murmurs smoothly, tip of his tongue sliding out and running along Demyx’s cheek, cleaning a thin path through the splatter of come on flushed skin.
“Now why should we let you again?” Saïx continued, voice teasing. Demyx’s entire frame is trembling, only Xemnas’ tight hold on his ribs keeping him from falling off—his muscles have turned into useless mushy noodles, it seems. Xemnas leans down a bit, biting down hard on the crook of Demyx’s neck, causing the brunet to startle.
“Ah—ahh,” Demyx gasps quietly, shocked by how—how good the pain feels, when mixed with everything else he’s feeling. Xemnas sucks at the bite mark, only a small bit of blood trickling forth. It’s going to leave a painful mark, though, and whether that excites Xemnas or Demyx more is hard to tell.
Saïx drags his finger down Demyx’s length, teasing so much the bastard Demyx needs it bad bad bad, before finally he grips Demyx’s cock entirely, stroking up and down quick and hard.
“Fuck, fuuuck, yes, S-saïx, Xemnas, please,” Demyx rambles, slurred string of words dribbling out of his mouth. Xemnas’ thrusts are growing erratic, panting hard against Demyx’s skin. His nails dig into Demyx's sides, slamming up into Demyx forcefully over and over again, Demyx starting to feel positively dizzy. He can’t last and he’s certain that there’s no way Xemnas can last for much longer either, rhythm completely non-existent now. Demyx lets out a slight whimper, Saïx’s stroking and Xemnas’ thrusts combining to make Demyx absolutely incoherent with pleasure, and he clenches his eyes shut tight once more, coming with a loud cry of pleasure, channel spasming and tightening around Xemnas. Xemnas can only manage several more thrusts before letting out a long sigh, Demyx feeling the peculiar sensation of something hot and sticky spurting into him.
Holy fuck.
The three of them remain in these positions for a while, Demyx and Xemnas panting, before Xemnas lets go of Demyx and the smaller man unfolds shakily, wincing a bit as Xemnas pulls out of him. Okay, pain seriously kicking in now—he has no clue how he hadn’t noticed that burning ache earlier. Saïx tugs down Xemnas’ covers, crawling under them with a content noise. Demyx glances unsteadily between the two, breaths slowing.
“I, uhm—thank you, I suppose,” Demyx murmurs, tugging himself to the edge of the bed, legs dangling off of it. Right, he just needs to gather the strength in his noodle muscles to stand, now. Xemnas arches an eyebrow, hand clamping on Demyx’s wrist.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks calmly.
“To my room?” Demyx offers back, lowering his eyes. Didn’t think Saïx and Xemnas would want him around anymore, now that they were done with him. Xemnas gives a huffy sigh, pulling Demyx back onto the bed and pushing his shoulders a bit. Demyx gets the hint and hesitantly settles down next to Saïx, the cool silk sheets feeling good against heated skin. It’s startling to him when Xemnas lies down on the other side of him, sandwiching Demyx's lanky frame between Xemnas and Saïx. Demyx can’t help his confusion, now.
“Why are you two—I mean—I thought you’d want me to go,” he says slowly, unable to get in a comfortable position, trying not to touch either of the two men too much.
“Honestly,” Saïx murmurs, flopping over sideways facing him, arm settling across Demyx's waist, “You think we’d let our lovely new pet just leave after that?” Xemnas shifts so that he’s lying sideways as well, arm draped across Demyx’s chest, and mumbles in agreement, voice sounding sleepy. Hell, Demyx is tired as anything too, just—feeling too weirded out to get to sleep. He hasn’t really considered that this is something Saïx and Xemnas want to do again, hadn’t been expecting the affection in Saïx’s voice.
After an extended pause, the only noise the smooth rhythm of breathing, Demyx nods slightly to himself, murmuring, “Alright.” It is all right. He lets himself relax entirely with Xemnas and Saïx pressed close to him, knowing that later when they wake up maybe they’ll all take a bath and past that, who knows?
Demyx has a hell of a lot to look forward to.
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