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It was no secret that Tomura loves being punished. The pain mixing with pleasure was where he thrived the most. Being made to hold orgasms, spanked, hit with their crop, he loved it all. It was also no secret that his and Dabi’s partner is VERY good at what they do. Riding the line with their subs hard and fast, sending them tailspinning into bliss in a way that was almost admirable.
It didn’t shock Tomura that they had been doing research since they’d figured out he loved being tormented. They were all gearing up for some play together when they picked up the riding crop. Tomura’s heart skipped in his chest at the idea of being hit tonight. They turned to face him, holding firm eye contact.
“I have an idea, but I need your thoughts on it first.” At his nod, they continued, “I want to hit you with this, here.” They used the crop to point at his crotch where his cock was starting to become very interested in what was happening. “That’s not it. We talked about sounding a few months ago, and I have everything for it now. Are you still interested?” Tomura’s cock was filling out fast in his pants. He was still nodding when they called for him to verbally agree.
“Holy shit” Dabi sounded breathless already somewhere behind him and just like that, Tomura’s fate was sealed.
Plan in mind, they all undressed, exchanging kisses and soft touches. This was always a part of their routine, Dabi and Tomura’s partner took great care in providing care before and after playtime. Especially if they were doing something new.
“C’mere dusty. Wanna kiss” Dabi always slipped down the fastest, needing the reassurance of what they did to catch and recalibrate him. Tomura went easily, he knew better than to tease right now. Dabi’s mouth was hot and dual textured as always, and Tomura took great care to tongue at his love’s teeth the way he knew Dabi loved.
“Ready Tomura? I’m going to start tying the rope now” He garbled a sound into his deep kiss with Dabi, not willing to part. The partner behind him huffed an amused noise and pinched his thigh in gentle reprimand. “Dragonfly still okay?” Tomura nodded again, breaking the kiss long enough to confirm.
Being between his partners was dizzying under normal circumstances, but with Dabi’s tongue tracing the roof of his mouth and their other partner tying beautiful knots around his arms, Tomura was well and truly losing the battle to stay sane.
He was panting heavily through his slick mouth when his love leaned away from the ties. “Gorgeous, beautiful as always. Do you want to see?” Tomura wiggled against the binds briefly before shaking his head. He already knew what he looked like in a dragonfly tie and he was eager to keep going.
Tomura was led to the bed next and he climbed up without prompt, settling on his knees in the middle. Two other bodies climbed on with him, the mattress dipping under the three combined weights.
“Dabi, can I trust you to be good or do you need a ring?” The arsonist’s head hung for a second before nodding meekly.
“I might need the ring” The silicone was passed over and Dabi shuddered as he slid it on.
“Such a good boy, telling me what you need.” Dabi whined a pathetic sound at the praise. “Dabi, I’m gonna have you behind Tomura, help him lean back just a bit.” Dabi did as directed, sliding behind Tomura and leaning them back just a bit. “Good boys. Tomura, spread your thighs. Yes, just like that. Ready?”
He nodded, gasping for air at the first touch to his hard cock. They spread lube liberally on the very tip of him, spreading it until he was shiny and sticky. They opened the hard book sized case next to them, pulling out a long thin stainless steel rod. Dabi was quivering behind him like HE was the one getting something shoved in his dick.
“Everyone tell me your color.” Their voice had no room for anything but the truth.
“Green” “Green” echoed around the room.
“Good boys. It’s going in now, Tomura.” The end of the rod pressed against the slit of his cock, holding just half a second to allow him to back out, before pressing in and in and in. The strange sensation had Tomura squirming in place, the burning pleasure was coming from INSIDE his cock this time, not from outside stimulation. “Easy, Tomura. Dabi, hold him steady.” Hands closed onto his hips and Dabi’s chin hooked over his shoulder to watch the rod slowly vanish into Tomura’s cock.
Tomura’s thighs burned trying to hold still, unsure if he wanted to buck into the pressure or away from it. His thoughts were becoming soupy and muddled, sharp pleasure stealing them away from him.
The partner holding the rod hummed a considering breath before pulling it out just a little and fucking it back in. Tomura made a shrill panicky noise before the pleasure settled into his bones, making it taper off into a moan. “Look at how well you take it Tomura, your messy cock is so hungry… I wonder if we could stretch you out enough to get a vibrator in here. Dabi could have your mouth, I could have a strap in your ass, a vibe here in your cock. You’d be so stuffed.” Dabi and Tomura cried out in tandem at the idea. Burning heat pooled in his lower belly, right where the sound was pressing.
In that moment, Tomura wanted everything. He wanted every hole stuffed and full. He wanted his partners in him and around him and merged with him into one entity. Tomura realized he was coming when the rod was pushed out by him ejaculating, cum pulsing out of him like a fountain.
“Oh that’s such a good boy Tomura, that’s it, feel it all.” They mercifully stroked him through it until he was shivering against the ropes. Once he was gasping and the orgasm had run its course, they were maneuvering him onto his front, face down and ass up. “Do you still want the crop? Tell me your color.”
“Greeen, please…god so green” Tomura was blinking against the haze of a good orgasm, there was still more coming.
“Good boy, you don’t need to count these. Just feel it, okay?” He heard them pick up the crop and then felt it brush his ass, his spent balls, his very hole. “All of these okay?”
“Fuck- oh fuck” Dabi was heaving for air, still behind him. Tomura called green again and the first swat came down, right on the middle of his left asscheek. He let out a breath, almost relaxing into the feeling. They weren’t going hard, mindful that he was already sensitive and vulnerable. Dabi’s hands massaged his spine, warming his heart.
The crop came down on his ass, sometimes down where his ass met his thighs. Tomura was losing time, the only reality was the smacks raining down on him and hands rubbing along his waist.
“Good boy, only a few more and then we’re going to let Dabi have his turn, okay?” Some warbling sound of affirmation left his mouth and the next hit came down on his sensitive balls. He rocked forward as well as he could with his arms still tied, crying out. They kept coming, and the pleasure pain boiled over to spill down his face in fat tears.
“That’s it love, just like that. I’m going to get you opened up now.” Dabi’s voice sounded wrecked, no doubt from the ring around his own cock. Wet fingers probed at his hole as the crop landed against his balls again. One finger, two, three, all blurred together until Dabi’s fingers were pulling back and their partner was trailing the crop up to his hole.
“Last ones beloved, you’ve done so well for us. Just a little more.” The leather came down on his sensitive rim and Tomura HOWLED, jerking forward. Hands closed onto his hips again, holding him still. The spanks came down again, each one burning hot against the stretched skin. At the end, Tomura had no idea how many he’d taken, but he could feel his ass, thighs, balls, and rim blistering hot and swollen feeling. “Alright love, that’s all. It’s Dabi’s turn now and then we’re done.
When the tip of Dabi’s dick wedged in against his stretched rim, Tomura could feel the rubber of the condom. He must’ve made a noise because hands were stroking over his face gently. “Easy, it’s better like this. You’ll be too sensitive to clean out properly.” He couldn’t grace the explanation with an answer before the cock was sliding home. Dabi moved slowly but unrelentingly, digging deep in one smooth thrust. Tomura was sobbing against their partner’s lap, the sensations driving him down, down, down.
“Fuck-he’s like a fucking furnace-!” Dabi was curled against his spine, covering his whole body. He was fucking tears from Tomura’s eyes, fucking him into the sheets, into oblivion itself. “Fuck-OH fuck I’m gonna…” Dabi cut himself off with a deep growl, baring his teeth against Tomura’s spine as he came, hot spend filling the condom in Tomura’s hole.
“My good boys, you did so well. Let’s get Tomura to the bathroom, he needs to pee and get cleaned up before we sleep tonight. Dabi, hold him while I get the ropes?”
“Of course, come here dusty” Tomura was pulled into a hot chest and he curled gratefully into it, tears still leaking from his eyes. Hands smoothed over his cheeks and brow. “That was a lot, I bet you’re feeling really big right now, huh? That’s alright, just feel and we’ll be right here.” The ropes around Tomura’s arms slowly fell away and a second set of hands rubbed the bloodflow back into them. He was next coaxed up to the bathroom to piss, which burned. The warm, wet cloth felt great on his overheated skin though and soon all three were cleaned and back in bed.
“Good thing we all have tomorrow scheduled off…” Their partner’s voice broke the quiet darkness and Dabi huffed a laugh.
“Yeah I don’t think Tomura is going anywhere tomorrow”
Tomura grumbled, ultimately agreed, and settled in to bite Dabi as retaliation. No, he didn’t want to go anywhere at all.