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“Shu? He’s the most seiso , innocent, pure person I know!” Ren exclaims firmly, sure of his belief. Multiple echoing responses of agreement follow, the green bordering Discord profiles appearing on nearly everyone’s, signaling that many people agree.
A group of people have gathered together in an open totsu led by Shu, yet despite this, he remains silent when everyone discusses him. It’s a known fact that Shu Yamino isn’t the most experienced of them all, in both knowledge and actual field work. It’s become Yaminions’ and basically the entirety of NIJISANJI EN’s favorite pastime to discuss what actually goes on in the mind of a certain virtual sorcerer past what the public knows and what he chooses to display.
Usually, Shu just smiles and nods silently, finding amusement in their speculation. The topics usually go over what his sexuality is (and he’s very comfortable with himself regarding this, if Shu were to say himself), whether what he once said was a swear or not, or other nonsense regarding if Shu Yamino is truly seiso .
But right now, he finds himself squirming uncomfortably in his seat witnessing the rather demonetization inducing topic. Really, things like these discussions don’t bother him, but people have never gotten as specific as they’re being right now–more specifically, talking about what he likes to do during sex.
To backtrack though, only a few people have no comment on the discussion, being quite as silent as Shu, observing the chaos in amusement. Those people were Claude and Luca. They were talking animatedly just before the topic of Shu’s kinks was brought up.
An obnoxious voice is heard over others, the smirk obvious in its tone, “Claude? Luca? You two’ve been awfully silent, what’s up? Too scared to find out what your little Shu does in his free time? Or– in fact, you guys are probably being freaks fantasizing about it.”
“Oh my god, shut up Kyo,” Elira responds, laughing.
“What? Are you saying I’m wrong? What else would be able to explain their silence during this hell of a conversation, Elira?”
Shu zooms in on his model’s face, blinking confusedly at his chat. He’s speechless. Literally has nothing to say.
Fortunately, the topic gets drowned out by Millie joining the call and reciting a very sexy version of Toxic by Britney Spears, distracting everyone and causing an eruption of faux disgusted laughter. Most people forget about it, moving on until the totsu ends.
Most people.
Okay, it’s not like Shu’s been willing to do this. His curiosity just got the best of him. He took the test on a whim, not because he wanted to. Shu isn’t the type to explore himself and indulge in other things past what he knows he’s comfortable with. But then again, here he is—sat at his desk with the results from a lengthy test regarding sexual fantasies laid right out infront of him.
He stares at his computer’s screen in disbelief, cursor hovering over the second and third highest results of the BDSM test he had just taken. His eyes are probably as wide as saucers and his hand trembles a little from where it rests on his mouse.
The information makes itself known in his brain: one, he’s a rope bunny, and two, he’s a brat.
His breaths are heavy and loud, but his thoughts are overbearing. He probably has already read over the descriptions of the roles multiple times, and the realization sets in his stomach, heavily. It’s like finding out you have cancer, or something. Unexpected, completely out of the blue. Spontaneous! He… likes to be tied up?
Now that Shu actually spends a bit of time thinking about it, imagining himself in situations where he’s restricted and struggling. Blinded by pleasure and pain, moaning uncontrollably and screaming his rigger’s name–
“Nooo, why am I even doing this!” Shu groans into his hands and curls in on himself, ashamed.
Shu firmly believes he’s going to go insane. And it’s not just his mind telling him that, it’s the very obvious tent in the crotch of his pants that’s very telling as well. Why is he enjoying the thought? Why does he want this? It’s just a test, and Shu constantly reminds his chat not to believe what the internet tells them– so why is he finding himself wanting to experience being tied up against his will? Though, is it really against his will when deep, deep down, he wants it?
It’s whatever, he thinks as he stands up to go to the bathroom and deal with his problem. He grabs the lube from his drawer for further measure, thinking about utilizing his fingers this time.
What he doesn’t realize is that he’s left his computer screen idle on the BDSM test’s results, and that his door is unlocked.
“Shu? There’s left over pizza on the counter– wait, huh?”
Luca initially walks into Shu’s bedroom mindlessly, calling for him to eat until he gets distracted by a very familiar looking screen on Shu’s computer. Now, Luca’s not the type to snoop or anything, despite his known title of being mean and evil, he’s very nice to his friends. Well, Shu and him probably shouldn’t be considered friends , but that’s a topic he doesn’t want to dwell on.
What’s seriously got his attention is whatever Shu left his screen on. Walking closer to the desk, Luca takes a better look and reads over what’s displayed: A BDSM test. Yet what shocks him more than the fact Shu actually took it are the results.
Vanilla being at the top, which doesn’t surprise him. The true surprise are his second and third highest results: rope bunny and brat. Luca’s always had fantasies of Shu in bed, like taking him face down and ass up, riding him with those truly sinful hips, sucking and choking on his cock, and so much more. But honestly, bondage was never one that came up in his horny-clouded mind. Though that definitely changed the moment his eyes laid on the results.
God, his imagination could really run wild. His throat feels dry, his entire mouth feels barren like a desert. His eyes are glued to the screen, but he’s not really looking. Because his brain is fogged up with scenarios of Shu. Tied up.
He probably has rope in his closet, yeah. Yeah, nothing a mafia boss can’t work with. In actuality, Luca probably has a shit ton of sex toys locked up somewhere . And if not, he can just buy them, amazon express, it’s easy really. He’s rich and horny– God, he’s really, really horny right now. Shu, tied up. Shu, bratty. Lord. Luca can’t even function properly, can’t think properly. His mind is filled with fantasies of Shu, so many situations, so many possibilities.
Luca doesn’t realize his mouth is agape and drooling until he’s driven out of his trance and looks down at Shu’s desk to see an embarrassing pool of saliva. He wipes it with the back of his shirt hastily, and strides over to his room with intention.
When Claude finds out, it’s not on accident.
Really, since that awful conversation he hasn’t been able to think straight. Not that he’s ever been straight when it comes to Shu. Claude can probably write essays upon essays about how beautiful Shu is, and probably also about how much he fantasizes about the brunette.
No one can really blame him, not when Shu sports the most curvacious hips known to man. Not when he has the voice of an angel, with the effects of a demon. Not when his eyes are dangerously seductive. And god, his laugh. High pitched and cute, so cute, yet so entrancing. If someone were to give Claude an opportunity, he would never shut up about Shu Yamino.
But in all seriousness, it’s only been a day since that damned conversation and the idea of Shu moaning beneath him has not left his brain. The idea of Shu, innocent, pure Shu, stuffing dildos up his ass and having his own sexual fantasies that he wishes to be fulfilled drives Claude’s mind crazy.
Claude is taken out of his reverie when he gets a notification from a group chat:
First, it’s a message from Shu: “ guys. i took that bdsm test thing.” The message probably increases Claude’s chance of a heart attack tenfold. What.
Then comes Elira: “ what the hell? LOL show us”
Finally, Uki: “if you don’t show us then why tell”
Okay, what the actual fuck. Why did Shu have to text the group chat when Claude was having his extremely sane and not un-normal fantasies about Shu. The universe must really hate Claude, because even if he really, really wants to know, he also really, really doesn’t—he’s scared of his own health after he sees those results.
A notification follows Claude’s train of thought: New message from “DON’T PUT THIS GC ON MUTE”, Shu: *open to view image*
Well what the fuck. Reluctantly, Claude opens the image, and the contents of it immediately give him whiplash. Rope Bunny, Brat .
Claude’s hand finds his mouth and he stares at the image wordlessly.
Lord, suddenly he really needs water. He doesn’t know if being horny can suddenly give someone raw bravery, similar to liquid courage, but in a trance he closes the group chat without a response and opens his dms with his arch nemesis: Luca.
The soft jazz music of the cafe contrast so heavily compared to the conversation that the two blonde men are having.
“So you’re telling me… you know too?” Luca questions, his head in one hand and the other gripping the edge of the table. He exhales raspily, the idea of sharing Shu is something that he hates, but the idea of fulfilling anything Shu needs gives him euphoria.
It’s totally crazy, really, how both him and Claude ended up here. Bonding over their crush, moreover their extremely pent-up horny fantasies about said crush. Both equally affected both in the heart and the cock by the newfound information that are Shu’s kinks. No sane person would be in this position, but fuck, here they are.
“Yeah. Yeah, I know– I don’t necessarily like spending time with you, but,” Claude takes a deep breath, then a sip of his coffee before he continues his words, “We could really have a chance here. You know, with Shu. And god– it’s been driving me crazy too. I can’t even think straight.”
Luca nods in understanding before pausing and realizing what Claude had just said about him. “Hey, what do you mean you don’t like spending time with me?” The shorter then looks at him with a raised eyebrow, and the taller just sighs, “Nevermind. Yeah, right– I don’t love spending time with you either. This is about Shu.”
The both of them have had some unspoken feud ever since they both found out they have a crush on the same person. There’s always been a tension that nobody could pinpoint other than them. It was usually petty fighting over Shu, but not verbally, more like… trying to steal him away. In games. Well, yeah, it does seem really stupid, but being in love makes people stupid. So they’re valid. Atleast they hope they are.
They feel like evil masterminds scheming a murder when they discuss their plan to get Shu in bed with them. But lust overrides embarrassment, so really, they don’t care. They’re thinking with their dicks.
It really is ridiculous how a conversation and test results started this, but hey, as long as their plan’s fruitful, it doesn’t matter.
Shu walks out of his room and into the living room, surprised to see the people he’d least think to hang out… hanging out.
Claude and Luca are sitting at the couch, on their phones with the television playing in the background. They’re both wearing lounging clothes, grey sweatpants and tight t-shirts that compliment their well-built physiques. Shu finds himself staring . Especially at their crotches. Grey sweatpants really do wonders for people’s cocks, the imprint makes him want to squirm and rub his legs together. None of that, though. What really confuses him is why they’re hanging out… Together.
Shu clears his throat and raises an eyebrow, “Uh, good afternoon to you two? What’s up?”
Luca looks up from his phone screen to smile at Shu welcomingly, “Hey Shu, we’re just chillin’. Wanna join?” Despite his request, Luca doesn’t budge. Him and Claude are taking up pretty much the entire sofa and Shu wonders where he would even sit down.
Following that, Claude looks back to smile at Shu as well. “I hope you don’t mind me being here, with you and Luca being roommates and all. Come sit down with us.” He pats down the small empty space on the couch, definitely not enough for Shu to sit in. The ravenette only tilts his head further, “Uh… Where am I supposed to sit?” He’s genuinely confused, standing in the hallway awkwardly.
“Just c’mere,” Luca shrugs, and it’s enough to convince Shu.
Right when he strides over to the cough, he’s only given a chance to let out a little Oh! when he’s pulled onto both of Luca and Claude’s laps. One leg each. His mind turns foggy on instant, and he squirms a little to find comfort. Luca’s arm is tightly wrapped around Shu’s waist and Claude’s hand casually rests on his thigh. Oh God. What?
“Uh, Luca– Claude? I can just sit in the rocking chair, you know. It’s pretty tight, I don’t wanna make you guys uncomfortable,” Shu pouts albeit confused. He really does put others first. Worrying about other people before himself, which is kind of surprising regarding the fact he was pulled onto their laps without questioning. He’s flushed red, a little skittish. The blondes find this adorable.
Claude chuckles, then rubs Shu’s thigh with soothing intent, “We’re fine. Are you not comfortable? Wanna lay instead?”
Shu immediately shakes his head, “No, no! I’m fine, it’s just, uh–” Luca’s hand dips down, now subtly resting and rubbing against Shu’s clothed hipbone above his shorts. “Well, I–”
“Hm?” Luca hums, patting his hip in response. Shu feels overwhelmed. Really, really overwhelmed. He’s never really had a great sense of smell but so suddenly he’s aware of everything surrounding him. The masculine scents of both Claude and Luca fill his nose, clouding up his brain. He feels how large they are underneath him, their strong muscled thighs and large firm hands feeling up his body. He’s very confused, are friends usually… this touchy?
But if Shu were to be honest with himself; he likes the both of them. This feeds into his fantasies. Being sandwiched by the two men he fantasizes about most. But he’s scared, really scared that he’ll pop a boner, ruin everything and embarrass himself. (He ignores the tiny conscience deep inside his head that wonders if he’d really hate it if he were to be shamed for getting hard just by the presence of the two men.)
Shu inhales sharply, and smiles sheepishly at his lap. “Nothing. I’m comfortable,” He nods, and courageously leans into Luca’s shoulder, relishing in the warmth and butterflies blooming in his stomach when Luca tucks him in closer, the grip on his hip tightening.
As if Claude wanted to have the same amount of access to Shu, the hand on his thigh dips down into his inner thigh, now caressing the expanse of his bare skin and drawing shapes onto its smoothness. Wordlessly, Claude maneuvres Shu’s legs to lay ontop of his own, now caressing his knees and calves. It’s overwhelming, but the ravenette likes it. Likes the attention, even if he doesn’t know where it’s coming from.
The sudden boldness of the two shock him, because their usual flirting just came from meek words and rare, extremely rare bold movements. This, was bold beyond Shu’s expectations. His blush was probably past his neck, probably down to his legs. He wouldn’t be surprised if he was red all over. How can Claude and Luca be so calm right now?
“Great, that’s great, just rest Shu.” Luca says, seemingly distracted by his phone.
Shu breathes shakily again, and tries to fall into relaxation.
Then suddenly Luca’s hand is dipping underneath Shu’s shirt, smoothing over the supple skin of his abdomen. In reaction, Shu’s breath hitches and he jolts. His hand is so warm against him, especially now that both Luca and Claude are touching his bare skin. It’s overwhelming, so overwhelming. He really can’t focus now that the both of them are touching him so freely. Their hands ignite sparks on Shu’s skin that only ignite him more rather than calm him down.
Shu can’t fall into relaxation.
Not when hes laying on these two, not when they’re feeling him up like there’s no tomorrow. If this keeps up, his shorts will tighten and his boner will be present for both of them to see. And then he’ll want to die of embarrassment. He’ll run away and masturbate sadly in the shower, shame painted all over his body and soul. He can’t survive this. Shu’s tried to focus on his breathing and not the large hands on his skin, but they feel like fire. Burning hot, scorching, and wanting to spread more.
His heart is probably beating a million miles per second, and as if Claude can hear, he pats Shu soothingly on the thigh and rasps out, “Calm down, Shu. It’s just us.”
Shu inhales sharply and nods, meekly, again. He tries his best to find himself a comfortable spot while he’s perched on the two men, “Yeah, sorry…”
Claude chuckles from his seat on the couch, patting Shu’s calf lightly, “Don’t sweat it, Shubert. Just relax.”
The situation is really spontaneous, Shu doesn’t understand the sudden show of bravery and the sudden friendship between the two.
He has questions. Many, many questions regarding the suddenness of the situation: how Luca and Claude became so friendly with each other, and how they’ve become so bold.
Then Claude slips a hand underneath his shorts, and Luca’s hand grazes over his nipple, and Shu lets out an unexpected moan.
When the ravenette feels both grips on his body tighten, he realizes his questions would be answered sooner than he thought.