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IBUKI
They're injured, heavily.
The Boss’ right foot is gone. Ibuki managed to stop the bleeding with the emergency supplies in the clan car’s glove box but he still lost consciousness from the pain. There's blood all over Ibuki’s shirt and sleeves, and all over the Boss’ slacks. Beside him is the wolf. He smells familiar; it's that prostitute fox the Boss invited for dinner. And the asshole who beat them all up the night their previous boss died. He's muscular, bulky, but not naturally; it doesn't take a genius, only a carnivore, to tell that he'd eaten meat recently. There are open wounds all over his body. Ibuki managed to get those under control too.
They lie next to each other on the Boss’ king-sized bed. Practical that way, easy to keep an eye on both. The other lions surround the bed, their tails flicking in agitation. A scratch on the Boss is already heinous, but this?
Ibuki recounts to them the night. He was smoking with the Boss outside. All was fine, until the deer had remembered something. No, someone. Someone he loved, apparently. There was talk about leaving the Shishigumi, but Ibuki told him to think it over. This is too abrupt; he's clearly not thinking straight. He finds out that the Boss’ loved one is in danger tonight. So hastily, they set out to save him. The Boss wanted Ibuki to hang back; it's a personal matter. So he did, but he kept an eye on them, of course. On the mad bear too. Ibuki couldn't stay away anymore once he saw the wolf bite down on the Boss’ leg. He's not stupid, he saw the Boss offer. So the wolf is off the hook, for now.
And for now, the Shishigumi’s job is to keep the two of them alive. To keep the Boss alive, especially.
Sweat on their brows and a tremble to their hands, they work hard.
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They got a doctor to take a look at them. The Boss is getting his blood replenished, the wolf too. It's the wolf who wakes up first, at two on the first day of January, and Ibuki feels like punching a wall. He should have stepped in sooner. The Boss is gravely close to his death. They can't lose the Boss. He.. He can't lose the Boss. And the Boss is only just a kid. Damn his orders, he should have just come into the rescue, never let that stupid mutt take the lower half of his leg off.
Ibuki can't look the wolf in the eye when he sits up, dazed and bandaged. There are holes in his heart and stomach that burn with hatred. You did this to the Boss, he thinks. The Boss shouldn't love You.
He leaves the room when his guts flip and he feels like vomiting. Free takes over charge of the room. Ibuki collapses onto the bathroom floor and his hands find the toilet bowl. He empties his bowels of the night’s dinner.
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“How long have you known the Boss?” Ibuki asks. He managed to man up and return to the room. He can't let the Boss out of his sight for too long. Not just out of duty, he.. He just can't. Someone has to make sure that the Boss’ chest is still rising and falling.
The wolf is watching the Boss too. Has been ever since he fully came to, according to Free. Brows furrowed, maw frowning. Ibuki wants to think that he, of all mammals, has no right to worry, but then again it was the Boss who offered his own leg.
“Since my freshman year. We go to the same school. Cherryton?” the wolf mutters. “He was a sophomore. We, uh, we're in the drama club together.”
“Who are you,” Ibuki says, “to him?”
The other lions listen, quietly, attentively. They know this wolf only through his fists, his brief – disguised – appearance, and words out of Ibuki’s mouth. They didn't see the Boss cry for him, up there on the bridge’s column. They distrust him more than Ibuki does.
“A friend,” the wolf supposes, softly.
“A great deal of trust he put in you for you to just be a friend,” Ibuki remarks.
The wolf ducks his head down, scratches the back of his head. “I’m.. Not sure how to answer that.”
“What were the two of you doing, against that bear?” That bear is sleeping with the fishes now, a bullet in his heart and cinder blocks tied to his feet.
“Avenging a mutual friend. A herbivore. The bear ate him.”
That's.. Noble. Sounds like the Boss. The wolf probably isn't lying. There's a shift in some of the other lions, in Agata, in Dolph. They admire him even more now, Ibuki reckons. Ibuki does too, though he's not surprised. Having the wolf eat his leg to survive against that bear.. The Boss must have felt he had to. Or.. Was it just for the wolf to stay alive? Which means more to the boss, justice or this.. Loved one?
If only the Boss were awake. Although – it's not like this is something Ibuki could ask. Probably not even something the Boss could answer.
“Your name isn't Haruo,” Ibuki says.
“I'm Legoshi,” the wolf agrees. “And.. I guess, if I had to be more accurate about who I am to Louis, I.. I guess I'm his best friend.”
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FREE
The Boss wakes up at dawn. The Shishigumi lets out the biggest exhale they've ever had to breathe. Agata even had to step outside, and Ibuki.. Well, he looks like he might just pass out, looking as weak as a lamb. The IV attached to the Boss’ hand doesn't stop pumping fluids into him but the current bag is close to becoming empty. They'll have to fetch the doctor from the lobby again, soon.
“Legoshi?” is the first thing the Boss says, for some reason. Weakly, his hand grasps at the bed sheets, searches for something he might almost think isn't there. But the wolf takes his wrist for him, and that calms the Boss down. The Boss squints, sighing softly.
“I'm here,” the wolf – Legoshi – tells him. “I'm alive. Because of you.”
A corner of the Boss’ lips lifts. “Thank- Thank god..”
Ibuki intervenes. “Boss. You need to rest.”
“Ibuki?” The Boss turns his head and it seems like a chore. “You brought Legoshi here.. Didn't you?”
“I did what I had to do,” Ibuki mutters. “I kept your..” There's a pause. They all glance at Legoshi. Free expects him to repeat what Legoshi called himself, the Boss’ ‘best friend’, but Ibuki says, “..Loved one safe.”
Legoshi tenses at that. If the air wasn't so heavy from the past few hours, Free might have snorted. Though he does wonder what really is going on between the Boss and this wolf. ‘Loved one’ is vague, way too vague. ‘Loved one’ like a friend, a brother? Or.. Something.. More? Now that's its own can of worms. The Boss is a.. Fag? Free probably shouldn't call them fags anymore, in that case. Probably. But he doesn't know yet, so for now he'll keep at it until he gets confirmation.
It's not like he hates fags. Free just doesn't get them. But he does get the Boss, so he'll have to rethink that if the Boss is a– if the Boss is gay.
This wolf raises more questions than he does answer them. That's really annoying. Free wonders what they're going to do with him.
“Thank you,” the Boss says, barely above a whisper. His hand is still in Legoshi’s grasp when he falls back asleep. Legoshi stays awake, like the rest of the Shishigumi.
Free wonders how inappropriate it'd be to stick his hand down the back off his pants and scratch his ass right now. He's so itchy.
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They get Black Market medicine to accelerate the Boss’ healing and in a week he's mostly recovered. Ibuki moved Legoshi into his own separate room, so they can talk with the Boss privately, and because they still have no idea what to do with him. The Boss complained about the move, for some reason, but Dolph reasoned that they'd recover better if they didn't accidentally bump into each other in their sleep.
“I'm remaining in the Shishigumi,” the Boss decides. He's sitting up against the headrest, blanket pulled up to his waist. “But Legoshi will be staying with us from now on, for as long as he sees fit. If ever he decides to leave, he'll have free access to the mansion and any Shishigumi property.”
“Seriously, Boss, who is this guy to you?” Free decides to ask. He feels the other give him appalled looks but he doesn't get what the problem is. The Boss seems fine too, though his eyebrows are furrowed now.
“He – is my closest friend,” the Boss eventually says. “Treat him like family, for my sake.”
When Ibuki ushers them out of the room so the Boss can return to resting, Free flinches from the smack he receives to the back of his head when the door closes.
“Why would you ask him that so directly?!” Ibuki hisses.
“Huh?” Free says. He scratches the inside of his nose. “I dunno, weren't we all wonderin’ that?”
“Have some tact,” Dolph chastises. “Clearly it's complicated between the Boss and his friend.”
The lions begin to separate, some into their own rooms, some to lumber about. It's the evening and with the Boss still healing, they don't have much to do. Free, Ibuki, Dolph, and Agata stick together to visit the break room.
“Complicated?” Agata butts in. “I thought they're having that.. Forbidden romance thing going on. I mean, the Boss, put-together and a beacon of masculinity, secretly in love with the lone, rugged wolf–”
Dolph sighs. “You watch way too many movies.”
“What? It's possible!”
“I think you're accepting the Boss bein’ a fa..” Ibuki gives Free a look, “.. Being gay way too easily. I coulda sworn he was into that other wolf, the chick who visited us.”
They gather around the main table and Ibuki turns the TV on for background noise. Dolph begins shuffling the cards on the table. It's almost routine; they'd get some drinks too if Ibuki isn't insistent on everyone staying sober until the Boss recovers.
“She visited once and never came back,” Agata argues.
Free shrugs and puts his hands behind his head, fingers interlacing. “Women are just like that sometimes.”
Dolph distributes their cards. Agata looks through his share while talking, “I don't buy it. They held hands when the Boss first woke up. Have you held hands with a male friend?”
“To be fair, Legoshi is the same guy who wagged his tail at the Boss like a weirdo that one time,” Dolph remarks. “They’re weirdly affectionate.”
“The Boss’ personal life is his personal life, we shouldn't judge,” Ibuki says. His glasses are off his face and he's wiping at the lenses with a handkerchief. “If he is attracted to men, that shouldn't shake our loyalty to him. You understand?”
“I mean, yeah,” Free scoffs. He's handling his cards when they tumble out of his hands. “I just don't think it's likely he's gay in the first place.”
“What about you, Ibuki,” Agata asks, “what do you think? Do you think he's in a relationship with Legoshi?”
Free is halfway down reaching for his cards, ignoring Agata trying to peer over at the ones that have flipped face-up, when Ibuki sounds.. Very, very grim, all of a sudden. He inhales a deep breath that puffs up his chest and mutters, “I think.. I've recently come to the realization that.. I may have seen that wolf.. In another disguise, more recently.”
Free pauses.
“Huh?” The rest of them say in unison.
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“You're a crossdresser!” Free remarks the next time it's his turn to check in on Legoshi, the morning after Ibuki’s revelation.
Legoshi stops chewing the egg sandwich in his cheek and gawks at him, wide-eyed. “Uh..” He tries, floundering. “No, I'm not..”
“Dontcha even try to lie,” Free says, crossing his arms over his chest, smugly. “I heard from real concrete sources. You're a fag who's tryna seduce the Boss!”
“Wh.. What?”
“You dressed up as a chick, thinkin’ that the boss ain't smart, thinkin’ that the boss’ll fall for ya,” Free tells him, smirking. “But nah, he's better than that. ‘Cause of course he is, he's our boss! He saw right through you. So now you're tryin’ a different hand, now you're trying to get ‘im as a man. Well, bad news, dumbass, he's as straight as a fuckin’ pole! You're the fag, not him!”
“Im.. Seriously just his friend, man,” Legoshi mutters. He looks confused – and a bit scared. That's good. Free doesn't want any fags to chase after him, that's a nightmare. “That whole.. Cross-dressing.. Thing.. Was just a disguise. It wasn't even my choice.”
Free barks out a laugh. “Yeah, right, like I'll believe that.”
Legoshi’s drooping ears twitch. “You can ask Louis? He'll tell you. I just – I needed to deliver a message.”
“Why would I need to bother the Boss with this shit when I already know the answer?” Free says. “You're lucky I'm real smart and figured this out, man. You're off the hook now, in my books. I thought you were gonna be dangerous and shit, but nah, you're just head over heels for the wrong fuckin’ guy. Man, it's gotta suck bein’ you!”
Legoshi buries his face in his hands and groans. “Please.. Just.. Talk to Louis.. It's nothing like that, I swear..”
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AGATA
Another week passes by, and the Boss is fully up and walking again. Walking, of course, is made possible by the prosthetic they got for him. Agata thought prosthetics would look much more cool and futuristic, with neon glowy bits and a shiny chrome body, but maybe Ibuki just wanted something more simple for the Boss. Or maybe they just aren't that cool in real life. That's a shame, but as long as the Boss is healthy and active again, Agata is happy.
Turns out, Legoshi the wolf will be living with them permanently. The Boss informs them that Legoshi is dropping out of their highschool, the same way the Boss did, though that doesn't mean he'll be working with them now. Legoshi, apparently, works for that bulky panda doctor in the Black Market. Gouhin? Agata remembers bumping into him once or twice, and his name is pretty well-known. They are to never disturb Gouhin and his work from now on either.
Free still thinks that the Boss is straight, even with all these privileges the Boss seems to be happily handing Legoshi. Ibuki doesn't want to talk about it. Dolph is tired of hearing about it. And Agata has changed his mind about the Boss and Legoshi being in a secret relationship. He thinks.. Yes, it must be a crush. The Boss must have a crush on Legoshi, but does he reciprocate? That's what Agata wants to know.
It's like a real life movie plot. In his life that already feels like a movie. Agata’s tail flicks giddily.
The Shishigumi still isn't doing any work, but Ibuki is finally letting them drink again. Tonight, they've decided to all watch a movie in the break room.
It's sort of a welcoming party for Legoshi; it took them a while to warm up to him, but he doesn't seem so bad now. It started with.. Free.. Somehow.. Who said that he confirmed that Legoshi was ‘safe’. So Agata decided to personally talk with the wolf, and he discovers that they both like reading manga. They even share some of the same opinions on the media. Then it was Dolph, then the others, and finally Ibuki, though Ibuki seems to have known that he was alright from the very beginning. Agata still wonders what happened on New Years, but he can't bring himself to ask. He's not a moron like Free.
They get Agata to suggest the movie, of course – as always, ever since they first accepted him as part of the family. They push the chairs in the break room to gather around the TV, a couch at the very center getting the dead-ahead view. That's all for the Boss. Err, usually. Now it's for the Boss and.. Legoshi.
They're sitting side by side, the tiniest gap between them. Their knees are brushing against each other.
Though it's not really uncommon to see them touch. At meals, Legoshi always takes the seat nearest to the Boss, across from the Ibuki. And around the mansion, they hang out together frequently. Agata’s never seen the Boss converse with someone so easily. He laughs easily with him, too. They seem to tease each other a lot. The Boss does things like – nudging Legoshi with his elbow, or dragging his hand down Legoshi’s bicep, or standing so close to him in a way that it would be awkward if it were anyone else. And Legoshi does things like wagging his tail (a bit too much, in Agata’s opinion), following the Boss everywhere he goes, grabbing onto the Boss’ shoulders when he wants his full attention.. And there's also this one time where he – pretty randomly – asked to touch the Boss’ antlers.
Agata thought that'd be the end of that strange wolf but.. The Boss allowed it. And Legoshi sure savored every minute he was allowed to roam his hands around. He only stopped when he tugged, and the Boss told him tugging was off-limits due to something in deer culture. Agata was curious, so he looked up what the Boss might have meant by that..
Apparently, tugging on antlers is reserved for sex.
The Boss did seem pretty embarrassed afterwards, uncharacteristically so. And the tension was rather.. Thick.
The movie begins playing. It's a bit old, originating from the 70s, a sci-fi action flick. Agata has seen it twice already before this, and he enjoys his third rewatch as much as he did the second, which he enjoyed as much as his first watch. Definitely up there in his top three.
“Wow, I didn't fuckin’ get anything that just happened,” Free bemoans when the movie’s over. “‘Gata.. You usually have better suggestions than this. Ya really made the Boss watch this?”
“The movie's perfectly fine, asshole,” Agata scoffs.
“Oh, yeah? What about that part where–”
“Hey, you two, be quiet,” Dolph abruptly interjects.
Free opens his mouth to argue until his eyes land on the two figures on the couch.
Legoshi is tucked between the armrest and the backrest, arms spread across the latter. His head is tipped back, mouth slightly open, eyes firmly shut. He breathes little snores, so he's definitely asleep.
But that isn't what's most shocking..
They all must have been too distracted by the movie to notice, but the Boss is leaning into Legoshi’s side. His head rests between the wolf’s chest and arm, antlers mostly untouched since Legoshi has his head tipped back (was that intentional..? Did the Boss fall asleep first, tucking himself into Legoshi, while Legoshi was fully awake?), arms loosely hugging himself. His back presses against Legoshi’s stomach and his legs are limp across the rest of the sleek leather couch.
“Do we.. Wake them?” Free asks.
Ibuki shakes his head. “No. I think.. We should give them some privacy. When they wake.. It is possible they’ll retreat into the same room. I don't think they would want any of us to be aware of that.”
“This is totally an accident on the Boss’ part,” Free mutters, after a moment of staring.
“Free..” Ibuki sighs, tiredly. “Let's all just.. Go to bed.”
Agata nods, obediently. His eyes linger on the Boss and Legoshi as he leaves the break room. He still doesn't know if it's a secret relationship, or a crush, or anything beyond and in between. But at least it seems, he's much, much closer to being right than Free is.
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LEGOSHI
“Louis.. Louis, wake up..” Legoshi whispers. A hand gently holds Louis’ shoulder, tentatively shaking him. He expected Louis to sleep, having noticed his voice falling lazy and his eyelids drooping while they were watching the movie, so he positioned himself accordingly but.. He didn't think Louis would actually fall asleep on him. Holy shit. Louis is breathing so softly. He looks so cute like this.. So peaceful..
Legoshi still doesn't know what that one lion, Free, was talking about when he suddenly barged into his room reminding him of one of the most embarrassing experiences in his already very embarrassing life. But he did get one thing right, which is that..
Recently, he's discovered that it's Louis he's in love with. So, so in love with. In a way that feels much more stronger than his feelings ever were for Haru.
They talked it out, of course, him and Haru. A long, heavy conversation the last time he visited Cherryton. They agreed it was best for them to remain as just friends.
Now Louis is sleeping against his chest and Legoshi.. God, Legoshi wants. In so many ways. He feels pathetic.
“Louis.. Hey.. Please wake up..”
Louis shifts his head. “Mmh.. Huh?”
“Uh,” Oh, god, what is he even supposed to say? “The movie’s over. I think the lions have all gone to bed too.”
“What?” Louis jolts forward at that, sitting up. Legoshi moves his head in time to avoid getting scratched by the hook of his antlers. “Fuck. I fell asleep? For how long?”
“Well, it was about midway when you did..” Legoshi turns his phone on to check the time, “Now it's.. Two in the morning.”
“Why didn't you wake me?”
Louis was snuggling against him without realizing and Legoshi is a selfish perverted bastard who couldn't bring himself to let that end, is the answer. But Legoshi doesn't admit that. Simply, he shrugs.
Louis sighs. “Sorry for – falling against you,” he says.
“It was nice,” Legoshi tells him, without thinking.
A beat of silence. The lights are off, so is the TV. The only things that could move in the dead of the night are him and Louis, and yet they remain completely still. Legoshi’s mind races to think of something to add, something to fix this.
“It was,” Louis agrees. “..Your touch was nice.”
Woah. What?
Legoshi swallows spit. “I'll.. Let you get back to your room.” What. What is he doing? Louis is – flirting with him, maybe? He should flirt back. Normal people would flirt back. Hell, even insane people would flirt back, because this is Louis here we're talking about, and Legoshi’s wanted this for ages, and he's just gonna shut it down like that because he's a coward and he has his tongue tied? God, he's doomed. He doesn't even have Haru anymore. Haru joked that she knew he liked someone else but that won't matter anymore, because despite that being true, he's a self-sabotaging weirdo who–
“You can come with me,” Louis says, calmly. “If you'd like.”
Oh, Legoshi is going to explode.
He realizes he hasn't responded in several minutes.
“You–” Legoshi stammers, because of course he has to make a fool of himself. “You mean that?”
Louis gets up from the couch, but he doesn't stop looking at Legoshi. His face is obscured by shadows, but with Legoshi’s night vision he can still make out every detail. His eyes are half-lidded, his head at a tilt. Is he.. Baring his neck?
“I wouldn't be saying it if I didn't,” Louis answers, easily. When he blinks, Legoshi can't help but stare at his eyelashes. Louis’ are longer than the pair on most boys; it makes him look.. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Stunning. Even more than he already does.
“Then– Then I'd love to.. Go to your room.” Wow. That's so awkward. And definitely not a seductive thing to say. Louis inviting him into his room, that only means one thing, right? But Legoshi feels like he's a walking turn-off. Louis is gonna send him out again after like – five minutes.
They fall back into silence during the walk back. Louis opens the door for him and Legoshi unceremoniously shuffles inside.
“Do you know what this is?” Louis murmurs. His hands slide his suit jacket off, undoes the buttons of his dress shirt, revealing more and more of his soft brown fur. “What we're doing, I mean.”
Legoshi’s mouth is dry. He sits on the bed, and knows fuck all to do. “We're.. About to have sex, right?”
“You're about to fuck me,” Louis says, and Legoshi’s heart feels like it's about to pound out of his chest. Something electric shoots into his groin. “And tomorrow I want you to go on a date with me.”
Legoshi’s jaw drops. “That's.. D-direct..”
“I've been trying to get you to make a move since you started living here,” Louis scoffs. He's shirtless when he straddles Legoshi’s lap, hands slipping over his shoulders. “You dense mutt.”
Seriously?! “I'm – sorry?”
Louis rolls his ass against the hard-on making a tent in Legoshi’s pants. Legoshi chokes. “Make up for it tonight,” he says, and Legoshi can hear him smirk.
Legoshi's never done this before. Of course he hasn't, he's the most virgin to ever virgin. But he's seen porn (...Lots of it), so he does his best to try and do what they do in those. He lifts Louis by the hips – easy, because Louis is so light – and lays him back-first on the bed, further up. Legoshi hovers over him, between his legs, hands on either side of Louis’ head. Louis’ breath hitches, so he must have done the right thing.
Legoshi sits back on his haunches and removes his shirt, dropping it off the bed. They're both shirtless now, but Legoshi wants to see more. He lets instinct take over and begins roughly yanking at Louis’ slacks.
“Fuck – careful, you're gonna tear them off,” Louis giggles, breathily. He's lifting his hips to let Legoshi shimmy the offending clothing off.
Legoshi meets his eyes. “I wish I could.”
Louis’ breath hitches again. “You should do that next time.”
There's going to be a next time? Legoshi thinks. Holy shit, this is amazing.
When Louis is in nothing but his boxers, Legoshi leans back to admire. He's thin, almost concerningly so, all bone and little fat, but Legoshi thinks it's beautiful. He eyes the dip on Louis' stomach, the curve of his waist before it molds into his hips. His hands splay around Louis’ sides, gently gripping. When he squeezes, Louis makes a sound.
“Your hands are so goddamn big,” says Louis.
“I.. I guess,” Legoshi mutters, nervously. “You're small. I mean–”
“Small enough for you to throw around, right?” Louis interrupts. His eyes are hooded again, dark pupils consuming light brown. “Be rough with me, Legoshi. Don't be shy. Don't hold back.”
“What if I..”
“What if you hurt me?” Louis scoffs. His hand reaches down to grab his own crotch, over his boxers. Legoshi’s only now noticing the dark stain that bloomed over where his cock is. Louis squeezes himself and moans behind closed lips. “You won't. Fucking ruin me, Legoshi.”
That rips a growl out of Legoshi’s throat. He yanks Louis boxers off and throws them on the floor, exposing Louis’ pretty cock. It's about average size, proportionate to Louis’ size. And it's the best damn cock Legoshi’s ever seen.
“Fuck,” Louis mutters. He squeezes his thighs together, squirming. A hand over his own face. Is he shy? “Stop staring and touch it already, damnit.”
So demanding, Legoshi thinks. Louis’ tip is already slick with pre-cum and he uses that as lube to jerk him. That electricity, that sharp arousal he felt before, strikes again when it draws soft sighs and whimpers out of Louis.
Holy shit. He's watching Louis feel good. Louis’ cock is in his hands and he's the one doing this.
Fuck, that's hot.
Fuck, it's addicting.
Fuck, Legoshi still wants more.
“Can I get inside you?” Legoshi whispers.
“I said you were gonna fuck me, didn't I?” Louis says, smirking. “Lube’s in the bedside table, top drawer.”
Legoshi doesn't stop stroking his cock. “You just – have lube?”
Louis bites his lip. “Why do you think that is?”
“You.. Prepared for this..?”
“Guess you're not always an idiot, huh?”
Legoshi reaches for the drawer with haste and fishes out the bottle of lube. He takes his other hand off Louis’ cock to uncap it. “Have– have you ever taken anything inside?”
“Not a cock, no,” Louis answers, lifting himself up onto his elbows. “But I've fingered myself.”
Legoshi squirts some lube onto his fingers. “You've– Oh, wow. Woah. That's– That's really hot.”
“Yeah?” Louis says, and god, he sounds so breathy. “You probably would've came in your virgin pants if you watched. Fucked myself so hard I came squealing, the first time.”
Legoshi puts the bottle away and uses his free hand to seize Louis by the antlers. Louis gasps. Yeah, Legoshi read all about it after that one night. Tugging on deer antlers? You do that during sex. “Flip over,” he orders.
Louis does, forearms over his pillow to bury his face into, knees on the bed to raise his ass high. His tail twitches. Legoshi can see him clenching his hole (and wow, that's lewd).
“Relax..” He mutters.
Louis sighs and tries to settle in better. His hole relaxes. Watching it move like that is still lewd. Legoshi’s cock feels painful in his pants.
When he sticks his finger in, they both gasp.
It's tight. Louis keeps clenching around him, likely instinctively, and he's letting out these – soft little gasps and whimpers. Legoshi gives him only one finger until he's able to stick in a second. This time, when he dives back in, he brushes against something that makes Louis yelp.
Louis shudders. “Oh, fuck,” he sighs. “There – right there, please, Legoshi.”
“Here?” Legoshi says. He presses on the spot with both his fingers and Louis whines, thrusting back.
“More.”
Legoshi pulls his fingers back and shoves it into the spot – and god, holy fuck, that gets Louis to whine. He runs his other hand down Louis’ back, messing up his fur along the way, crawling up his nape, the back of his head, until his fingers wrap around his antlers again. Ramming his fingers into that spot over and over again, Legoshi makes sure to yank those antlers back, enough to make Louis lift his head. The deer’s back arches; like this, he can't hide his noises into his forearm. He cries out and moans into the dimly lit room.
Two fingers turn into three, and that's when Louis begins blabbering for Legoshi to just get on with it and give him his cock.
Legoshi furrows his brows. “I don't want you to tear–”
“I won't, goddamnit, I won't!” Louis yells, desperately. “Nh– Just fucking put it in already!”
In the next moment, Legoshi is shimmying his pants off his hips, adding it to the growing pile of clothes beside the bed. His boxers follow. Louis flips himself back onto his back during the wait, splaying his legs on either side of Legoshi’s hips.
Legoshi feels eyes on his throbbing cock. He looks at Louis, and finds him biting his lip again. “You're.. Massive.”
“Huh?” Legoshi glances down. He supposes he's quite a few inches longer than Louis, girthier too. That's good, right? Legoshi had a feeling he was bigger than average but it's not something he wants to boast about in case he's wrong. It's not like he's ever seen other guys’ cocks until now, and it's hard to discern cock size in porn when proportions vary so much from one species to another. But also – he worries that having too big a cock means it won't fit into anyone. It was his biggest worry with Haru, and now with Louis.. Well, he hopes he'll be able to take it. “I.. I guess so.”
Louis lifts himself just enough to wrap his arms around Legoshi’s shoulders again, pulling him down. Their cocks rub against one another, slick with pre-cum. They sigh into each other's mouths. “Make me scream with that fat fucking thing,” he whispers.
Legoshi takes his cock into his hand and presses it against Louis’ hole. “Whatever you want.. Louis.”
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LOUIS
Louis cries out with every rock of Legoshi’s hips. He's never taken anything so big before, never taken anything past his own fingers; Legoshi’s much bigger hands were already almost too overwhelming, but god, this?
The angle of Legoshi’s hips shift, almost minutely, but it makes his cock ram into that spot that drives him absolutely fucking insane. Against his will, a squeal leaves Louis’ lips. His toes curl against Legoshi’s back.
Louis whimpers, “Harder! Harder, please, hit that spot again– Ah– Ah! Ahn– Legoshi!”
Legoshi pants heavily. His grunts are loud too; he sounds like a beast during a feast. So starved as he yanks Louis’ hips back and forth onto his monster of a cock. He's not doing all that bad for a virgin, save for the few times his cock slips out – but he makes up for it with all that unhinged energy.
His prostate is pounded into again and Louis keens, head tipping back.
He knows he's being loud but the walls of the Shishigumi Mansion are likely soundproof. It has to be.. Right? The boss before him would often devour herbivores while they were still alive. Surely that calls for soundproof walls..
Louis doesn't have the opportunity to think about it any further when he suddenly feels the base of Legoshi's cock swell. Oh, god, his knot? Already? Oh, god–
The knot presses right into his prostate. Louis arches his back and screams. It presses and rubs back and forth over the spot, a constant drag of pressure, merciless, torturous, delicious..
Louis may be a herbivore but he understands hungering for another. He didn't want to admit it for the longest time, but Legoshi caught his eye at the beginning of the year. New Years only cemented those feelings, made them all too real and all too.. Annoying. But if the payoff is having Legoshi pound him like there's no goddamn tomorrow then he guesses it's worth all those attempts at flirting that Legoshi couldn't seem to get.
And when morning comes.. They'll be entering new territory in this.. Thing that they have. This relationship.
He'll also eventually have to explain it to the lions..
But that's something he can think about after Legoshi’s done fucking him into oblivion.
Legoshi cums first, which Louis expects. Louis forgot to tell him to also get the condom from the drawer, and Legoshi must have been too horny to notice it on his own. He fills Louis up with his thick, warm load, and the sensation of it tandem with the knot still pressing into him makes him arch his back one last time, fully lifting off the bed as his mouth opens in a silent scream. When he falls back down, his whole body trembles; cum still spurting onto his naked belly, his orgasm stretches on for longer than it ever has before.
“Your knot..” Louis whispers, shakily.
Legoshi curls his large form over him, nose nudging into the crook of Louis’ neck. This close, he can hear him sniff at Louis’ scent. “S-sorry, it'll take a bit for it to go down..”
Louis shifts his hip and feels it rub against his prostate again. The oversensitivity draws a sharp whimper out of him. “It's– It's fine. Not like you can help it.”
Legoshi’s hands slowly slide up and down his waist. Louis sighs, contently. “Did.. Did you enjoy that?”
Louis hums. “No. I hated it.”
Legoshi lifts his head. “Huh?!”
Snorting, Louis turns his head to the side and looks at the wolf from the corner of his eye. “I'm kidding. You idiot. Of course I enjoyed it. You didn't hear how loud I was?”
“I thought.. I don't know, maybe it's possible you faked it,” Legoshi mutters, ducking his head down. “You are an actor, after all.”
Louis flicks him on the nose, incredulously. “I don't recall ever being a porn actor alongside starring in highschool plays.”
“Oh..” Legoshi glances away, sheepishly. “Yeah, that's fair.”
Louis chuckles and relaxes into the sheets. They're going to have to clean up once Legoshi’s knot goes down. And this late into the early morning, they'll have only a couple hours to sleep before Louis will have to wake up and deal with the lions. Perhaps even less than that, since Legoshi will have to sneak back into his own room until Louis breaks the news of their relationship.
Many things on the docket, but right now.. Right now, he is enjoying Legoshi’s weight above him. So for a few minutes, he'll shut his brain off and enjoy the moment.
A series of knocks hit his door.
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IBUKI (..2)
Ibuki lies wide awake in his bed, his pillow folded to smush down into his ears. It muffles the noises, but not enough for him to ignore it completely.
For the second time that month, something to do with the Boss is going to make him vomit.
“Harder! Harder, please, hit that spot again– Ah– Ah! Ahn– Legoshi!”
Does the Boss not realize how thin their walls really are?!
Ibuki doesn't need to hear this. Ibuki doesn't want to hear this. The Boss can hook up with whoever he wants but please, for the love of all that is holy, tone it down!
Using all of the energy and willpower a lion could possibly muster, Ibuki pushes himself off his bed and out of his room. He should knock and tell the Boss that they can hear him, perhaps. For the Boss’ sake.. To save him from even further embarrassment.
When he gets to the hallway, however, he discovers he isn't alone like he thought he'd be. Free and Agata gawk at the Boss’ door, eyes wide and fearful.
“What.. Are you two doing out here?” Ibuki whispers.
“We went out to smoke.. Instead of going to bed,” Agata answers. “And when we came back..”
“That- That can't be the Boss..” Free mutters. He sounds.. Rather manic. “That ain't the Boss, right? That ain't him making those noises?”
Ibuki drags his hand down his face. This was a pointless endeavor. Speaking with the Boss now will just embarrass all of them.
“I'm.. I'm gonna go out for a smoke too,” Ibuki sighs. He drags himself down to the first floor and out the mansion. Free and Agata are still up there, in front of the Boss’ room.
They can do whatever they want; he just hopes neither of them get the bright idea of knocking on the Boss’ door.
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