[ Having gotten a healthy head start, the imp fucking Gen's throat is the first to blow its load. And while it's not something either Rin or Atsumu will be able to see -- not with the way that flared cock is shoved in so deep that Gen is forced to feel each spurt jetting into him, practically pummeling his stomach -- it's certainly something they'll be able to hear.
The imp cackles in triumph as it shallowly bucks its hips a few more times, tiny fingers yanking into dark hair, and Gen chokes and gurgles each time, too incoherent to realize the tight spasms of his throat only encourage further punishment. His hands -- forced taut around another cock each -- grasp and jerk haphazardly as he jolts in place; another loud moan is muffled deep in his throat as he gives a sharp jerk of the hips, so aroused his own hard cock flicks a viscous string of precum from the movement. When the imp finally withdraws from him in deliberately, cruelly, agonizingly slow fashion -- the head scraping against the inside of his throat the entire way up, practically scrubbing against flesh rendered hot and slick and terribly sensitive -- Gen coughs as it pops free of his mouth. The noise comes both pitiful and wanton, starting and stopping from the gluts of thick seed that continue to burble up his throat. It feels gross and painful and humiliating ... and good.
Is it the oxygen deprivation making his thoughts come so fuzzy and distant? Maybe. In part. But even more than that -- it's pleasure. He feels so good that it's impossible to focus on anything other than the heat sloshing in his stomach, the sensitive tingle at his lips, how much his tongue longs to be flattened against hard flesh once more.
'Hungry little cocksucker, aren't you!' The imp that had been fucking his face crows while hooking a finger against the corner of his mouth to pull it open; it uses its other hand to squeeze a few final drops of come from its length onto his tongue. Gen closes his eyes as he absently licks it up, then laps at the imp's finger, earning an approving cackle. 'Don't you worry, we'll be feeding you as many dicks as you want! Ain't that right, boys?'
The little imps surrounding him holler in agreement, and not a second is wasted before another cock is shoved into his mouth, the head pressing against the inside of his cheek to lewdly bulge it out. Which is nice enough, but it'd be better going deep. Gen blearily pants for air as he opens his mouth wide, head tilted back and tongue swept out of the way, groaning the entire time as the imp's cock presses inch by agonizing inch down his throat.
His stomach clenches the moment hot pre-come begins trickling in; his own cock drips in anticipation and joy. And while a small part of him absently thinks it'd be nice if there was a cock fucking his ass, too -- it's fine. The sensation of flared imp dick bulging his throat is good enough that he can let it slide. One of the cocks he'd been jerking off twitches in his grip as it cums over his chest, leaving his skin feeling hot. Gen chokes when the bulb of a thick knot bumps against his lips, moaning long and loud as the cock slowly pulls out. Then there's just the rhythmic, wanton noises of the imp humping his face with all its strength; his ears echo with the sounds of those steady slaps, the frothing of pre-cum, and the gurgling of his own spittle.
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The imp cackles in triumph as it shallowly bucks its hips a few more times, tiny fingers yanking into dark hair, and Gen chokes and gurgles each time, too incoherent to realize the tight spasms of his throat only encourage further punishment. His hands -- forced taut around another cock each -- grasp and jerk haphazardly as he jolts in place; another loud moan is muffled deep in his throat as he gives a sharp jerk of the hips, so aroused his own hard cock flicks a viscous string of precum from the movement. When the imp finally withdraws from him in deliberately, cruelly, agonizingly slow fashion -- the head scraping against the inside of his throat the entire way up, practically scrubbing against flesh rendered hot and slick and terribly sensitive -- Gen coughs as it pops free of his mouth. The noise comes both pitiful and wanton, starting and stopping from the gluts of thick seed that continue to burble up his throat. It feels gross and painful and humiliating ... and good.
Is it the oxygen deprivation making his thoughts come so fuzzy and distant? Maybe. In part. But even more than that -- it's pleasure. He feels so good that it's impossible to focus on anything other than the heat sloshing in his stomach, the sensitive tingle at his lips, how much his tongue longs to be flattened against hard flesh once more.
'Hungry little cocksucker, aren't you!' The imp that had been fucking his face crows while hooking a finger against the corner of his mouth to pull it open; it uses its other hand to squeeze a few final drops of come from its length onto his tongue. Gen closes his eyes as he absently licks it up, then laps at the imp's finger, earning an approving cackle. 'Don't you worry, we'll be feeding you as many dicks as you want! Ain't that right, boys?'
The little imps surrounding him holler in agreement, and not a second is wasted before another cock is shoved into his mouth, the head pressing against the inside of his cheek to lewdly bulge it out. Which is nice enough, but it'd be better going deep. Gen blearily pants for air as he opens his mouth wide, head tilted back and tongue swept out of the way, groaning the entire time as the imp's cock presses inch by agonizing inch down his throat.
His stomach clenches the moment hot pre-come begins trickling in; his own cock drips in anticipation and joy. And while a small part of him absently thinks it'd be nice if there was a cock fucking his ass, too -- it's fine. The sensation of flared imp dick bulging his throat is good enough that he can let it slide. One of the cocks he'd been jerking off twitches in his grip as it cums over his chest, leaving his skin feeling hot. Gen chokes when the bulb of a thick knot bumps against his lips, moaning long and loud as the cock slowly pulls out. Then there's just the rhythmic, wanton noises of the imp humping his face with all its strength; his ears echo with the sounds of those steady slaps, the frothing of pre-cum, and the gurgling of his own spittle.
It's nice. ]