[ First to fall, but last to slip. It's a dubious honor at best, when Atsumu has the terrifying awareness of the sound of his friends' struggles slowly morphing into something more sensual... more debauched, watches the expression on Gen's face shift into something that feels wrong to see.
His futile attempts to wiggle away continue for several seconds while the imps pinning how down laugh and jeer at him, and the two using him shove into him harder and deeper than before. Several agonizing seconds of clarity while the other two fall deeper into the imps thrall, before the sensation hits him for the first time.
The one fucking him grunts with satisfaction and his thrusts inside of Atsumu start to smooth and find a flow, all the while an all consuming heat flares up inside of him, racing up to his core and spreading out in a way that has him thrashing harder for a moment, before his movements start to calm. Atsumu doesn't sit still, he's never been good at that, but he goes from fighting against the movements of the imps to slowly falling into the rocking rhythm the two are creating for him, moving in tandem with them instead of fighting them.
The imp fucking him gives his hip a condescending pat as he lets out a sharp, mocking laugh. "There you go. Now you're feeling it like the other whores."
And fuck if he isn't right that Atsumu is feeling it now. It feels good, the heat, hot enough to make it feel like his thoughts are bubbling and melting away, spreads from both ends now, swirling around inside him in a way that leaves him dazed and his cock aching. He watches, eyes glazed as Gen continues to get used by the imps around him, hands wrapped around imp cocks in a way that has him flexing his own fingers.
"You want that too, huh? We got a real slut on our hands, fellahs." Though the delight is obvious as the imp lets go of Atsumu's hand, standing upright to get himself ready and in position--
Only to have Atsumu's hand quickly reach right for his own cock, grabbing onto this neglected part of himself as he moans loudly and without restraint around the dick inside of his mouth.
He barely hears or registers the one imp's offended "Motherfucker!" as the little devil's friends laugh around him, especially not when he's rewarded for his actions by the two inside of him fucking with renewed vigor. Vigor that he tries to match with the pumping of his own hand. ]
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His futile attempts to wiggle away continue for several seconds while the imps pinning how down laugh and jeer at him, and the two using him shove into him harder and deeper than before. Several agonizing seconds of clarity while the other two fall deeper into the imps thrall, before the sensation hits him for the first time.
The one fucking him grunts with satisfaction and his thrusts inside of Atsumu start to smooth and find a flow, all the while an all consuming heat flares up inside of him, racing up to his core and spreading out in a way that has him thrashing harder for a moment, before his movements start to calm. Atsumu doesn't sit still, he's never been good at that, but he goes from fighting against the movements of the imps to slowly falling into the rocking rhythm the two are creating for him, moving in tandem with them instead of fighting them.
The imp fucking him gives his hip a condescending pat as he lets out a sharp, mocking laugh. "There you go. Now you're feeling it like the other whores."
And fuck if he isn't right that Atsumu is feeling it now. It feels good, the heat, hot enough to make it feel like his thoughts are bubbling and melting away, spreads from both ends now, swirling around inside him in a way that leaves him dazed and his cock aching. He watches, eyes glazed as Gen continues to get used by the imps around him, hands wrapped around imp cocks in a way that has him flexing his own fingers.
"You want that too, huh? We got a real slut on our hands, fellahs." Though the delight is obvious as the imp lets go of Atsumu's hand, standing upright to get himself ready and in position--
Only to have Atsumu's hand quickly reach right for his own cock, grabbing onto this neglected part of himself as he moans loudly and without restraint around the dick inside of his mouth.
He barely hears or registers the one imp's offended "Motherfucker!" as the little devil's friends laugh around him, especially not when he's rewarded for his actions by the two inside of him fucking with renewed vigor. Vigor that he tries to match with the pumping of his own hand. ]