Arcade Lovin\'

AN: This was written for BalthiersGirl for Christmas since she has a thing for 3-somes. Shingo is like…16, 17 in this puppy, the age for consent in Japan if I remember correctly.

Yes, I know, it sucks. I’ll rework it when I’m not being ridden into submission by the other muses. Alright with you?


‘It’s rather surprising to be in the position I am at the moment. It wasn’t really fair either. Sure I’m small and petite…but why am I the one currently between two very big males (both down below and in height) and getting fucked from both ends?

Oh yeah…because it feels so good…’ Shingo thought to himself as he moaned around Motokis prick, sucking on it as Mamoru thrust sharply into the smaller male, his skirt bouncing slightly from its position around his waist.

He had come to, broken into, if you want, the arcade during the night having come from a party that hadn’t been worth it and sex that sucked worse then when Usagi mooned over Michiru. He had fallen asleep and been woken up by Motoki about two hours before the shop had been opened, and that had lead him to now….

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“Come on Shingo, wake up,” Motoki said, shaking the small male with a sigh. He had no idea how the teenager had gotten into the arcade, but he had a feeling that he had found his hidden key and gotten in that way. He didn’t mind but he was curious as to why Shingo was on his couch, in a rather short school girls uniform and not at home.

“5 more minutes,” the small male mumbled, batting at Motokis hand, causing Mamoru to laugh softly from where he was standing. Sending a glare towards his lover, Motoki tried again.

“No, not 5 more minutes, Shingo. You got to get up,” he said, shaking the slim shoulder under his hand, surprised at how well formed it was. He and his lover had often wondered about the small male and his sexuality. They had seen him both with boys and girls, flirting and being a typical teenager.

Shingo had grown up rather nicely. His hair softening in color, becoming more of a honey brown, while his eyes had darkened to a rather nice chocolate color. His body was lean and toned, much like most teenagers his age, but they had a feeling he wouldn’t be getting much bigger then he was already if the rest of his family was to go by anything.

Finally, Shingo opened his eyes, looking up at Motoki with blurry, curious eyes. They could tell he had probably cried sometime during the night if the redness was anything to go by.

“What are you doing here, Shingo?” Motoki asked softly, moving back as the small male sat up, the skirt sliding up even more to expose the garter belts that held up the white stockings the small male wore.

“I couldn’t go back home. Mom and Dad were expecting me to stay at my ex’s house for the night and would have asked why I was coming home so early in the morning,” Shingo husked out, blushing lightly. “I remembered you had an extra key hidden and came here instead. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, I don’t,” Motoki replied, looking up as Mamoru moved to sit down on one side of Shingo, drawing the chocolate eyes towards him.

“So, why are you here instead of at…it was your ex’s right?” the dark male asked, tilting his head in curiosity as Motoki sat down on Shingos other side.

“Because apparently I was good to date for a while until he got what he wanted,” Shingo replied, sitting back into the back of the couch with a sigh. His head fell forward, his hair covering his face. “He got the sex he wanted so I was just someone to toss out of the house. The sex wasn’t even that good!”

Motoki and Mamoru looked at each other over the smaller males head, looking concerned for Shingo.

“So, not only did the sex suck, but he tossed you out?” Motoki asked, pulling the smaller male close, his hand coming to rest on the curve of Shingos hip.

“Yep,” Shingo said, leaning into the warmth of Motoki with a sigh of delight. “I knew I should have just waited, find someone worth it.”

“Well, who did you like before getting with the guy?” Mamoru asked, watching a blush spread over the teenagers cheeks as he shifted and played with the hem of his skirt. Hearing the mumbled answer, Mamoru smirked before tilting Shingos face up, sliding close to the smaller body and bringing their faces close together. “Who was that?”

“You and Motoki-san,” Shingo says again, this time louder as he looked at Mamoru with large eyes, squeaking as he felt Motokis hands come to rest on his hips, sliding under his shirt.

“Ah, I see. And how long has this been going on?” the darker male asked, nearly purring as he watched his lovers hands creep up, taking the shirt with them, exposing more and more pale skin.

“Since you broke up with…ah…Usagi…” Shingo said, trailing off as his eyes slip shut and his back arches, Motokis hands sliding over dusky nipples. Smirking, the shop keeper gently rolled one between two fingers, loving the soft moan of surprised pleasure that the move got.

“He’s so precious,” Motoki hummed happily, continuing to tease the nubs with his fingers and palms as Mamoru moved to take off the school shirt, tossing it aside. Leaning forward, he sealed his mouth over the open, glistening lips, dipping his tongue into the sweetness as Motoki slipped his hands over Shingos chest.

The shop keepers own lips were sliding down over the bared neck, his teeth occasionally nipping, leaving behind light pink marks. Shingo couldn’t decide if he wanted to press into the hands or bury his own into Mamorus thick hair.

Finally giving up on trying to decide, the small male rolled his body into the touches, sliding into Motokis lap as his fingers slid deep into Mamorus hair, pulling him close. Slowly, he responded to the continuing kiss, soft mewls and moans escaping before he pulled away panting harshly, only to be swept into a new kiss.

Motoki shifted Shingo around so that he was straddling his hips, his hands moving to slide up the stocking covered thighs. Finding the garter belts hold them up, the shop keeper moaned and snapped them open, his fingers tugging on the tops of the white stockings. Mamoru moved and grasped the top of one, pulling it down over smooth legs.

“Do you shave?” Mamoru purred into Shingos ear, getting a soft mewl as he removed the other stocking, caressing soft skin in the process. Slowly pulling away from the kiss, Shingo nodded and blushed, looking over his shoulder at the other man. Motoki took the chance to once more tease and lave at the neck in front of him, slowly moving lower as Mamorus hand slipped under the skirt.

Gasping between the two men, Shingo shivered softly and bit his bottom lip. Arching back and mewling in surprise, he looked down, watching Motoki suck on his nipple before nipping at it, followed by laving it slowly. Soon his other nipple received the same treatment, making his wither between the two men, his eyes fluttering open and closed in his pleasure.

Making sure that Shingo was caught up in the pleasure, Mamoru slipped off the small set of panties, moaning against Shingos back at the thought of seeing the small male in nothing but those, the stockings and garter belt. Moving away from the two on the couch, he quickly shed his jacket, shirt, shoes and pants, leaving him in his boxers.

Looking up, he smirked at the heavy lidded look he was getting from the dazed Shingo. He could see the outline of Motokis hand stroking over the teenagers ass slowly.

‘Well…he really isn’t a teenager any more, is he?’ Mamoru thought to himself as Motoki leaned in close to Shingos ear, teasing the lobe lightly. ‘He turned 18 a couple of weeks ago…’

“How about you get down on your knees and show us just how well you can use that mouth of yours while I undress?” Motokis voice broke through his thoughts, smirking at the full body shudder from Shingo before the male slipped off of the shop keepers lap and moved over to Mamoru.

Looking up, Shingo smiled shyly, squeaking softly when the taller male leant down and sealed their lips in a new kiss, his hand coming to tease his newest lovers ass under the skirt. Melting against Mamoru, Shingo moaned loudly and wrapped his arms around the other mans neck.

Pulling away from the kiss, Mamoru smirked and reached up to gently tug on Shingos hair. “Kneel down and show me what you have,” he purred softly, watching as the smaller male slipped down onto his knees, still pressed against his body. His breath hitching, Mamoru stood memorized as long finger hands worked off his boxers gently, pulling them down over his hips and thighs.

His prick twitched as the slightly cold air hit it, a droplet of milky pre-cum sitting in the slit. Gasping and moaning brokenly, the dark haired male watched as Shingo leant forward and lapped at the tip, tasting the droplet. With a hum, Shingo opened his mouth and gently took the head into his mouth, causing Mamorus mind to short out at the feeling of shy wet suction.

Motoki watched avidly as he slipped off his clothes, tossing his tie and shirt onto Mamorus before adding his shoes, socks, pants and boxers to the pile. Stroking himself slowly as he watched Shingo slowly move over Mamorus cock, he moved to a small locker, opening it up after a few fumbling tries, his eyes straying back to the scene. Reaching in, he grabbed the bottle of lubricant, and moved back to the other two.

Mamoru was constantly moaning by then, his hands buried in honey colored hair, tugging lightly. Finally, he pulled the smaller male off with a sigh of disappointment. Smirking, he winked at the teenager and drew him to his feet.

“Now comes the fun part,” he purred into Shingos ear, nipping at the curve of it lightly as he moved him to the couch again. Sitting down, he stretched his legs out on it and drew Shingo into his lap, the small hips tilted as his upper body leant forward towards Mamoru. “Motoki will prepare you for me. While I screw you senseless, you’ll use that pretty little mouth on Motoki…this time.”

Hearing the words, Shingo shivered and bit his bottom lip as a moan slipped out. Burying his face into Mamorus neck, he shivered again, feeling slightly rough slick fingers slide between his crack and over his pucker, just pressing and teasing. Soon, he was whimpering and pressing back each time those fingers slid over his entrance.

Motoki smiled and slowly slipped in the tip of his finger, just letting it rest before pulling it out and pressing back in. He didn’t want to hurt the smaller male that was between them. Pressing in the finger tip a few more times, he slowly loosened the ring of muscles that was their newest lover.

Adding a second finger tip, he continued to relax the muscles before even trying to slip a single finger all the way in. Moaning softly, he shivered at the hot silk that surrounded his finger. Apparently Shingo took good care of himself, outside and in.

Sliding his finger in and out at the soft keen and press of the thin hips, Motoki reminded himself to work slowly. Looking at Mamoru, he smirked and leant down to lap at one sweat covered shoulder blade.

“He’s going to feel fantastic around you. All hot and tight,” he purred quietly, loving the full body shudder that racked Shingo. Taking the chance to slip in a second finger, he paused his fingers, letting the tense muscles relax around them as his tongue laved over the other males vertebrae slowly.

Once more moving his fingers, it wasn’t long before Shingo was moving and withering, pressing into the fingers that had gone from two to three. Spreading and twisting his fingers, Motoki was going to make sure that Shingo was well prepared before he was taken. They were not hurting him. Usagi would have their nuts if they did.

Sliding his fingers out, Motoki and Mamoru loved the moan of disappointment that came from their third. Handing over the condom wrapper, Motoki pulled Shingo off the couch and settled himself onto the back of it, Shingo leaning over his hips, lips brushing the tip of his cock.

“While Mamoru is taking you my precious one, you’ll be sucking me off,” Motoki hummed, running his fingers through the honeyed hair with a smile. Seeing those chocolate eyes look up at him, the shop keeper shivered and tugged on the long hair, pulling him close as Mamoru slid on the condom and moved to stand behind Shingo.

As the teen started to slide his mouth over Motoki, Mamoru started to work himself into the thin body, slowly rocking back and forth. Sliding all the way in, only having to stop once or twice. Mamoru shuddered slightly as he held still inside of Shingo, waiting for him to give him the signal to move again.

With a press of hips and a moan around Motokis length, Mamoru started to thrust, keeping a steady pace.

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‘Okay, so I know how I got into this deal,’ Shingo thought, feeling Mamoru hilt again and rotate his hips, massaging the bundle of nerves perfectly. He wasn’t going to last much long with the way Mamoru was moving and with the taste of Motoki in his mouth.

Sucking hard as his finger nails dragged down Motokis thigh, Shingo shivered at the rather loud moan as the man came, forcing him to swallow quickly. The feeling of Mamorus hand wrapping around his prick and stroking set Shingos climax off, his cum spilling onto the couch under him.

Feeling the entrance around him flutter and squeeze just right, Mamoru followed after, moaning softly. After catching his breath, holding up Shingo as he rested against Motokis thigh, panting harshly, Mamoru slowly pulled out. Sliding the condom off and tying it, he tossed it into a small trash can and moved to sit on the couch, missing the wet spot, dragging Shingo down with him.

“Damn,” the small male finally says, making the two older men laugh breathlessly as they relaxed with him.

“Yeah, damn,” Motoki hummed, looking at Shingo. “You were surprisingly easy to prepare to take cock. Why is that?”

“Well…I didn’t say that I lost my virginity last night. I’ve been sleeping with the guy for like 3 weeks now,” Shingo hums, waving a hand as his skirt shifted and fell over his hips again.

“Ah, I see,” Mamoru hummed, letting his head fall back as they relaxed.

“I should go home soon…” Shingo hummed.

“Just long enough to tell your parents you’re moving,” Motoki said, smirking at the indignant squeak from their smallest lover.