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"I love you, Haze." He mumbled into a clothed chest, pressing himself closer to the warmth the person provided him with. He let out a sigh of contentment.

Right now, Kunikuzushi was a happy man. He had at least one of his two boyfriends here with him in bed, cuddled up close to him. And while it had cost him some time to get used to the cuddly nature of Heizou, Kuni was smitten. A beautifully sculpted face framed by maroon hair and green eyes have been haunting his dreams for a while now.

They started as friends, as Kuni was more or less thrown into that whole concept. Kazuha has had feelings for both of them. At first, there had been Heizou, and now there was Kuni as well. Neither of them had a problem with it.

There had been a festival, Kuni realized his own feelings finally, and by the time the festival had ended, Heizou and him shared the first kiss of many yet to come. That first kiss had been tender and soft, almost a little awkward. It was right after Kazuha and Heizou revealed that they wanted to move in with him. And Kuni couldn't hold back his emotions anymore. So he simply decided to kiss him, of course knowing deep down that Heizou harboured some feelings for him as well.

So yes. Kuni was happy with his human-sized plushie. Heizou almost always wanted to cuddle and sought one of them out. And Kuni rarely refused because he enjoyed the warmth as well. The feeling of being so safe and handled with care. It made him utterly weak.

He was being ripped out of his thoughts by faint butterfly kisses down his face and to his jawline. "Archons, that tickles, Heizou," Kuni mumbled, melting under the affection.

There was a deep chuckle reaching Kuni's ears. Gods, he loved that man's laugh like nothing else; he wanted to hear it forever and ever. "I could do this all day. Just holding you close like that." He watched with a little fascination as Kuni's face turned purple. Due to the different colour of his blood, his blush always appeared a little differently compared to Kazuha's or even his own. He flicked his nose lovingly, causing Kuni to grin. "You're so adorable." Something shifted inside Heizou's eyes as he looked down at his partner, so much love inside them that they dared to spill over, and Kuni couldn't help but look away, a little too overwhelmed. His chest was rising and falling.

The same hand that had flicked his nose was now traveling further down, over his throat towards his chest. Kunikuzushi wore a shirt he borrowed from Kazuha. It was already pretty oversized on the samurai, so Kuni practically drowned in it. It was in a deep red, Kazuha's favourite colour. Heizou once told him that this colour complemented his markings around his eyes incredibly well. So, he made an effort to show that off a lot more often.

Kuni pulled Heizou in for a passionate kiss, trying to invade his mouth, only for him to be faster. A surprised sound escaped him, turning into a sigh the longer the kiss went on. He arched against the hand on his chest, urging it to change its feathery touch into a firmer one. But Heizou ignored him as he just kept kissing him, only pausing briefly every now and then to catch his breath. Kuni had his hands buried in maroon hair by now, making a mess out of the detective's ponytail, tugging slightly, making him gasp.

Things with Heizou were different compared to Kazuha. Where Kazuha was submissive, obedient, and pliant, there was Heizou dominant, demanding, and unrelenting. It made Kuni long for more, long to experience that other side as well.

They had never really gone beyond kissing and touching and making out, and it truly left Kuni aching for more, for that sweet, sweet relief only his partners could give him. Aching for fingers on him and inside him or something else entirely.

Something Kazuha wasn't really willing to give right now.

A while ago, when Kuni and Heizou were still friends, a group of Fatui had kidnapped Kazuha to get information out of him. They brutally tortured him, almost killing him in the process. That had been the first time since the delusion factory days that Kuni had been to his homeland. And it was to rescue his boyfriend together with his... boyfriend's boyfriend. Things went as smoothly as possible, and together they made sure that Kazuha would be as good as new as fast as possible again.

At that time, Kuni had already started to develop feelings for Heizou. The realization hit him full force when he heard the detective sing. Who could have known that it would be his singing voice that would make the puppet weak in the knees?

Since then, Kuni and Kazuha have only really shared kisses and some cuddling. He was content with it; he was okay with it. It wasn't really possible with his injuries and the lingering emotional effect the kidnapping left on him, anyway. But sometimes he was still missing that more intimate side of the samurai.

Something turned off in his brain when he felt Heizou sucking a mark into the skin of his throat, making him gasp out faintly. The detective seemed different today, more fierce. Kuni pressed his thighs together, tensing to get a little bit of friction, just a little relief. His hand tightened in Heizou's hair at a particularly sensitive and intense bitemark; his skin almost felt as if it was on fire. The hand on his chest was traveling further down, leaving him desperate for more until the hand finally slipped underneath his way too big shirt, making contact with his heated, soft skin. His breath hitched, a small gasp tumbling over his trembling lips.

The touch was rather innocent, and yet it had Kuni almost begging. He was so worked up, hoping that they would finally go further than just this. ''...please...'' He whispered when Heizou finally paused assaulting his neck for a moment, allowing him to breathe. The detective had the audacity to grin into the puppet's face, all flushed and blushy. ''Please what, mh?'' He teased as his hand kept ghosting over his skin, purposefully avoiding the area he wanted to be touched the most. Heizou's hand felt tingly; every spot he touched felt heated up, and it left him longing.

Kuni wanted to smash his lips together with Heizou's again, taking what he needed, but something held him back. He panted with an open mouth, trying to get his brain to work again, which was hilariously difficult with such a pretty face staring down at him. ''...fuck, you're so-'' The hand wandered again, over his scars and towards his erect nipples. He tossed his head back, pressing himself towards Heizou's hand. ''Please just touch me...'' Kuni finally managed to get out, closing his eyes in what appeared to be embarrassment. Another chuckle, close to his ear, and it had him almost twitch. ''But I am already touching you, aren't I?'' The whisper sent goosebumps all over Kuni's skin. Fuck, Heizou was so goddamn confident. Of course, he was; he had Kuni in his hands like that. Having such power over him... Kuni, too, would feel like that in the detective's place. Still, there was annoyance building inside the puppet.

''You do exactly know what I mean, Haze. Please.'' Kuni tried once more, flushing ever deeper. He gripped the soft cooling sheets in an attempt to ground himself, to distract himself from the growing arousal and heat inside him. There was a pause as if Heizou was hesitating before the hand left him at once, leaving Kuni almost crying at the loss until his boyfriend's voice reached his ears again. ''Sit up.'' He ordered, and Kuni blinked a little in confusion, tilting his head to one side. Heizou's eyes hardened before he simply grabbed the man by his shoulder, making him sit up straight at once.

Kuni's head was spinning at the display of strength and manhandling. He was weak for that, and he almost wanted to apologize. That's when he felt a warm body pressed against his back. His breath hitched once more as he felt everything. From the way Heizou's clothed chest pressed against his shoulder blades, to the way his arms held him in place, to the way his heated core pressed against Kuni's lower back.

The position made it difficult to escape for Kuni, but the puppet realized that he didn't want to leave. Heizou was back on his partner's neck in an instant, biting down on the skin again. It caused a yelp followed by a moan just as sneaky hands slipped underneath his red shirt anew, playing around with his skin. This time, they made their way towards Kuni's nipples, running over them like the ghost of a touch. Kuni's hips were bucking up. ''Oh- mh-!'' His hands found purchase in Heizou's thighs, fingers digging into the plush flesh, leaving red scratch marks. And there it was again, a laugh, once more incredibly close to his ear. ''Archons, you're so sensitive, love.''

Kuni glared at him at that, trying to squirm away halfheartedly. His pride made him unwilling to give in just yet, to his partner's dismay. There was mock disappointment in Heizou's voice when he opened it again to speak. ''You're staying right here, right in my arms, understood?'' The demanding tone has Kuni's resolve crumbling a little as he let himself sink further into the touch, into the hug.

Then there it was. Heizou grabbed at one of his nipples, pinching down harshly. ''Fuck- oh archons..-!'' He cried out, eyes crossing slightly. Kuni stared up at the ceiling almost helplessly as the pleasure washed over him, leaving him burning up with need for more. Heizou was relentlessly swirling and twirling his nipples around, tugging lightly every now and then. It drove Kuni crazy as the pleasure shot straight to his very core.

It was an automatic reaction when the puppet closed his legs again, trying to grind against the seam of his boxers just to get a little bit of relief. He gasped when a hand was placed on his thigh, urging them apart again. ''Be good for me and keep your legs open, alright?'' There was something in Heizou's tone, something promising that made Kuni's nod almost appear unnoticing. Would he finally get what he has been craving for for so long? The other hand went down his body slowly, coming to a halt just above the hem of his soaked boxers. A finger ran along the fabric in a teasing manner, slipping underneath here and there. Kuni whimpered, his mind balancing on the knife towards insanity.

''May I touch you there? Take them off?'' Kuni nodded frantically as he tried to breathe through the slight frustration. ''Please! Take them off... need you.'' He gave permission, and within seconds, there was cold air hitting his most sensitive parts, providing a stark contrast, and it had him gasp with barely contained need.

Heizou glanced down over Kuni's shoulder, slightly pushing the shirt out of the way to have a better view. ''Fuck, you're glistening wet. Just for me, mh?'' He cried out when Heizou ran a finger from his entrance up to his swollen clit, bucking his hips once more. The detective circled it torturously slow with one single finger, and Kuni had tears building up inside his eyes. It felt so good, so incredible, surpassing all of his expectations. His mouth dropped as he threw his head back on Heizou's shoulder, baring his throat beautifully. His breathing got faster and more ragged as he suddenly tensed, his fingers digging deeper into Heizou's thighs. ''Fuck- fuck, cumming-''

In an instant, Heizou lifted his hands from Kuni's body, denying him his sweet release.

It left him twitching, and a small sob left him as the tears ran down his cheeks with another blink of his eyes. ''What the fuck, why did you stop, you-'' There was a pause, Heizou listening to Kuni's dismay.

Heizou was swift, and Heizou was efficient. ''Mh--?'' Kuni didn't expect Heizou to just pull his hair. He stared at the man behind him, pupils blown wide with arousal. ''Don't. Talk to me like that, doll. I am in charge here.'' Heizou's breath hit Kuni's ear, and he fought the urge to arch away from the sensation. To underline his statement, Heizou gave another tug to Kuni's dark hair. The pain felt tingly, pleasure wiggling itself into the mix.

Kuni's heart was in his throat as he nodded against the grip in his hair. There were kisses on his neck again, up to his jawline and his ear, hot bursts of breath hitting his shell. ''Don't cum until I allow you to, okay?'' The man behind him cooed quietly, and gods, the loving touches in contrast to the rough treatment had him melting. It made him feel safe and cared for, and yet the harsh behaviour made his head spin. Still, another nod and the grip in Kuni's hair loosened.

Heizou drew circles on his tense stomach, further calming him down. Kuni leaned his head back on his shoulder, letting out a trembling breath as he looked for green eyes. Heizou met his gaze with a smile. ''Colour, my love?'' There was brief confusion on the puppet's face before it hit him. Heizou was asking if he was okay to continue. ''Green.'' The word was just barely louder than a whisper, and yet it was uttered with such certainty that it was almost unbelievingly to Kuni himself. There were more kisses placed along his neck and shoulders, Heizou's soft lips emitting goosebumps over heated skin.

Just as he calmed down, however, there was the hand back on his crotch, this time plunging in two fingers into the tight passage of his lover at once with an almost embarrassingly kind of ease.

An overwhelming sense of fullness followed, and Kuni keened. ''That's it, my pretty doll.''

Kuni bucked his hips upwards, his back arching away from Heizou's warm body as the praise washed over him like a warm summer rain. His fingers hit all the right spots instantly, and once more his legs dared to fall close only to be stopped by Heizou yet again. ''Next time I should maybe bind them down, huh?'' Heizou teasingly rubbed one of Kuni's joints.

''Who knows, maybe you would like that? I know for a fact you like to tie down others.'' He whispered, pumping his fingers in and out of the man, relishing in the obscene squelch that sounded through the room. ''Kazuha had told me in great detail what you did to him. Something so heavy... I shouldn't be surprised. Having him tied up to the ceiling, unable to move or to see anything, just waiting there while a vibrator slowly ruins him. I bet you wish someone would do that to you? Deprive you of your dignity and your senses?''

Heat flushed his cheeks. Archons, that was so wonderfully humiliating, and the thought alone spiked his arousal immensely as shame flooded him. ''He- ah- he told you?'' The puppet got out in between moans. He was so close again, struggling to keep his eyes open... Heizou simply hummed. ''Yes. It was right after he returned. You know, I saw the hickies on his neck and it had me curious. I wanted to know what you did to him; otherwise, I wouldn't have let him cum that night. Who would have known such a dominant person would crumble so easily in my hands?'' Kuni let out a desperate whimper as he clenched down on Heizou's fingers.

The never-ending movements and the words almost threw him over the edge, but Heizou knew him well, despite this being their first time getting intimate with each other. And so, the fingers left him again right as his breathy moans grew pitchy. He felt so embarrassed as another heart-wrenching sob escaped him at the loss and denial of a second orgasm. His legs trembled with unreleased tension as he was crying out in frustration.

''You're so cruel,'' Kuni whispered brokenly, but he wouldn't yet give in completely. He was way too proud for that. He had been wishing for this for so long, and now he was just edging him like that? It felt unfair. He closed his eyes with a sigh as his entire body quivered.

''What would Kazuha think if he saw you like that? Tell me, could he even take you seriously like that afterward? After he would see how easily you crumble after some kissing and touching? Would he let you have your way with him still?'' Heizou taunted before capturing Kuni's lips in an intense kiss, teeth clanking against one another. Simultaneously, he caressed his warm, wet flesh between his thighs again. Kuni tried to squirm away this time, but Heizou's grip was unrelenting, holding him in place.

Neither of them noticed the steps right outside their open bedroom door or the prying third pair of eyes that was fixing the pair on the bed with curiosity and surprise, and a little bit of shock. The owner of the eyes heard Heizou's whispered words, though, and flushed profusely at that.

Heizou felt that curious stare and eventually stopped kissing Kuni. The puppet had his head back in his neck again anyway, eyes still closed. As Heizou slowly ran his fingers between Kuni's folds, he locked eyes with Kazuha. The detective's expression softened slightly as he looked for any negativity in the samurai's face or body language, any dismay at being there, upon seeing them in such an intimate situation together. But when Kazuha even came a little closer, slowly and carefully as he was still learning how to walk properly again, Heizou grinned brightly at him. The sound of his cane made his steps sound almost grave and meaningful. The grin on Heizou's face grew into a teasing smirk as he saw the samurai biting his lower lip with what could very well be desire.

Little whispered pleas reached his ears, signaling Heizou that Kuni once more was very close. Just as the puppet was about to close his legs to keep Heizou's hand in place, the red-haired man ripped his hand away yet another time. He snickered sadistically at the display of angry, frustrated tears running down Kuni's cheeks. From the way he blushed, however, Heizou knew that he loved it, adored it even.

''Look who just joined us, love.'' He whispered into Kuni's ear, hand buried in his hair to pull his head back up, forcing him to face his other boyfriend. Kuni begrudgingly opened his eyes only to lock them instantly with Kazuha's. He gasped in surprise as the burning humiliation washed over him, shame pooling deep within his stomach. He was quivering, his thighs shivering, the skin wet. The puppet dared to look away, which only angered Heizou further. ''Look at him. Show him how easy it is to put you in place as well.'' With those words, he urged his legs open again, showing off just how swollen Kuni was. There was fascination spreading over Kazuha's face and something unreadable as he came even closer.

''Be a darling and give me the black box?'' He asked his boyfriend, who visibly gulped, especially as he saw the blatant fear in Kuni's eyes. Fear and anticipation mixed with arousal and frustration. Kazuha knew what box Heizou was asking for, as it contained a few items to restrain a person. Heizou had used them on Kazuha various times before. That was something Kuni probably didn't know. The blond's steps were a little shaky as the smell of sex hit him full force. He got the box, however, and placed it next to Heizou.

''That was what I was looking for, thank you.'' He praised, and both the samurai and the puppet responded accordingly. Kazuha, with a small smile, and Kuni with another gasp. Heizou filed that away for later. Both were really adorable like that. ''Would you do me another favor and keep his legs open for me? He has been struggling, trying to get away, and it's honestly getting on my nerves by now.'' He sighed, clear annoyance in his voice as he rolled his eyes.

Fresh waves of arousal ran through his veins because of the way Heizou spoke about him as if Kuni wasn't even there. It made his core tingle.

Out of the corner of his eyes, the puppet noticed Kazuha nodding slowly, climbing onto the bed. He took in the sight of a very debauched, very pliant Kuni that was watching him through half-lidded eyes. Even though Kuni was in his current situation with tense legs, dripping, puffy, swollen pussy, dark face from his blush, he was still watching Kazuha intently. The tear streaks underneath his eyes were just the cherry on top. Kuni's neck was black and blue, littered with a dozen hickeys and more.

Kuni panted lowly when Kazuha came closer. "Don't you- don't you dare." He got out, and Kazuha hesitated as he flinched slightly at the tone, looking up into Heizou's face behind Kuni. At the puppet's harsh words, the detective's expression grew stern. "Do not listen to him, sweetheart.'' He mumbled towards Kazuha, his voice soothing. ''Just be good and hold his legs open, okay?"

With a nod, Kazuha grabbed Kuni's legs by the knees, spreading them apart. The puppet's breath hitched as he tried to get his composure back. "Fuck- Kazuha don't. Or-or you'll regret that." He tried to snarl, and it almost had Kazuha recoiling, leaving his legs as if burnt when he saw the hand back in Kuni's hair, tugging hard. "FUCK! You bastard- Ah!?" He let out a yelp as Heizou's hand made harsh contact with his oversensitive pussy, giving it a good smack right where his clit was. His legs almost fell shut again as the pain ran through his body, but Kazuha's grip was surprisingly strong. Another smack had Kuni's eyes rolling back into his skull. "Talk to him like that one more time, threaten him, and I'll tie you down and leave you aching for hours on end. Do you want that?''

The man between Heizou's legs began to shake his head pleadingly at that as tears clung to his eyelashes. ''No-no please, I am sorry-'' Another slap had Kuni absolutely tensing, clenching around nothing as the pain made room for pleasure, and he moaned loudly. ''Jus- ah- just do something- mh...'' His chest was heaving up and down in rapid movements.

But Heizou just plunged his fingers back into Kuni's hole, pulling in Kazuha at the same time for a sweet but passionate kiss. He made a show out of it, licking Kazuha's lower lip to kiss into his mouth, exploring him, making sure Kuni would have the perfect view. His body tensed once more, and Heizou could sense that he was trying not to cum, willing his body to calm down even without Heizou's commands. He almost had him where he wanted him to be. Steady tears were running down Kuni's cheeks by now as he sniffled. But it felt so incredibly good. It was oh so overwhelming in the best way possible. He wanted to be good and wanted to please.

Just when Kuni would have tumbled over the edge, Heizou stopped again, rubbing his thigh carefully, soothingly. He stopped kissing Kazuha to look at the puppet. His hair was damp, glued to his sweaty forehead, as his eyes were unfocused, staring up at the ceiling. Kazuha too fixed him, taking in the state he was in. Eyes watery, chest rising and falling rapidly, hands clawing at Heizou's thighs. The samurai looked at the man behind the puppet. ''May I... try something?'' His tone was a little rough around the edges, a hint of arousal hidden beneath the surface. Heizou saw the small glitter inside his boyfriend's eyes, so who was he to deny him? He nodded. ''Go ahead.''

There was movement on the bed, the rustling of bed sheets sounding through the room that Kuni noticed as if it went through a thick layer of cotton. He was trying to calm himself down. Everything felt like a blur through a veil of pleasure and overstimulation. He was so spent and so exhausted, but he wanted to be good. He wanted to please Heizou, and he wanted to be praised. He wanted to be seen and-

Kuni's eyes widened as his mouth dropped in a silent moan.

He looked down only to see a blond head between his legs, warm breath hitting his damp skin as a tongue happily lapped away at his clit. The image alone was enough to make him grind into Kazuha's face as hot burning bolts of ecstasy shot through him. He hesitated, but his body worked on autopilot as his hand found purchase in blonde strands, holding Kazuha in place. He kept grinding, almost fucking the man's tongue until an exasperated sigh from behind him reached his ears.

Cold dread ran through him. He fucked up.

''Kazuha.'' Heizou snapped, voice sharp and with no room to argue. ''Stop.'' The samurai halted immediately as he felt Kuni’s hand pulled away harshly. From seemingly nowhere, Heizou had gotten out a pair of metal handcuffs. With his teeth pressed together, he let the metal snap down first around Kuni's left wrist and then his right, binding his arms together behind his back.

The material was cold, unrelenting, hard, and Kuni loved it. He tried to wiggle around, but noticed soon that this had no effect at all. The cold seeped through the skin of his wrists slowly. He wanted to lean back on Heizou just as there was something else tightly wrapped around his upper arms. Something that felt way too close to ropes. His suspicion was confirmed as Heizou tied his arms tightly to his body, the ropes cutting off any chance of movement. His breaths became heavy as he closed his eyes in bliss.

The combination of ropes with cold metal was enough to have him submit completely, a shiver running down his spine. The need to cum was overpowering everything else; he couldn't take this any longer. He was at his breaking point. ''...please, have mercy on me, archons-'' The words were barely above a whisper, uttered brokenly.

Heizou spread his folds with two fingers, baring his clit once more to the cold air, ignoring the puppet’s desperate pleas. He felt Kuni twitch in his arms, quivering like leaves in the wind. ''Please... I'll do anything. I- I wanna be good.'' He cried out, arching his back.

A bright smile appeared on Heizou's face as he slipped his other hand under Kuni's shirt again, once again flicking his nipples. ''You may continue, Kazu.''

And with that, the puppet had that gorgeous mouth back between his thighs, wet heat against his overheated flesh, and he saw stars. The tongue was exploring him eagerly, dipping into his entrance experimentally before it traveled up, circling his clit again, and again, and again. Kazuha sucked with the practiced hunger of a man who had done this a thousand times before. Maybe he had, with Heizou.

The sensations crashed over him like a storm. He shouted, whimpered, and cried, sobbed, and shook his head frantically as he was rapidly brought further towards the edge for what felt like the thousandth time. ''Please- oh gods, please. Let me- Ah...!'' Words spilled over Kuni's lips, but he didn't really catch the meaning behind them anymore. The hand on his nipple pinched down as Heizou leaned towards his ear. ''You've been so good. Taking it so well...'' By now, Heizou was holding Kazuha's head in place, pressing himself close to Kuni's body. ''Cum for us, my pretty doll.''

Something inside Kuni snapped at those words.

The waves intensified even more, the arousal rushing through him like liquid fire as the pleasure hit its peak. And then-

There it was.

Kuni's body arched impossibly far away from Heizou's as he tried to chase the pleasure even more, crying out as he came over Kazuha's face, painting his beautiful features with his juices. But Heizou didn't make Kazuha stop. Not even when Kuni tried to get away from the agonizingly intense pleasure.

No, quite the opposite. Kuni was letting out a string of debauched, pitiful sobs. ''Please, please, stop- fuck- mhh, I can't take it.'' He whispered. His voice cracked, causing his stomach to twist into knots of shame.

But Heizou only met him with a dark chuckle. ''You can. And you will.'' A whisper, but to Kuni it landed like a command carved in stone. ''Kazuha will stop when I say he can stop. Until then, you'll take it like you were made for that. Your body can bear this.'' He whispered back, placing a loving kiss on his cheek.

The second one approached him much more quietly, but the intensity built up all the same. His body felt on fire, electrocuted, completely overloaded as he clamped down on Kazuha's tongue. A string of breathless curses escaped him, and Kazuha just took his spent, eating him out, letting out quiet moans himself. The vibration had Kuni's legs shaking, tensing, and he tried to get away, but was effectively trapped in place.

''Fuck, baby, you really were made for this.'' Heizou rumbled as he couldn't ignore his own arousal anymore, beginning to grind against Kuni's back. He felt his own crotch soaking his boxers, and his concentration was waning. ''One last one. You can do that, can't you, love?'' He asked with a strained voice.

But Kuni's eyes were filled with tears, his thick lashes glistening with wetness. ''Please- no moree- can't- mhh fuck- feelsh- Ah!- feels so- sho good!'' His eyelids fluttered and rolled back as he struggled for breath, lips trembling. His words were just a messed-up mumble at this point, and Heizou smiled fondly at him. ''So good for me... so good for us.'' He praised, brushing out a strand of hair from Kuni's sweaty face.

It was Kazuha who shifted his body, reaching one hand up to the puppet's arousal before he poked at his entrance, inserting three fingers at once, curiously exploring him. Kuni gasped as stars exploded behind his eyes. The tongue was still on his engorged clit, playing around with it. Kazuha was a natural. Heizou had taught him well.

Once the fingers were inside him, Kuni was done for. His body went completely tense for the last time tonight, his legs closing around Kazuha's head while arching away. His body was not sure if he wanted to get more of the torturous pleasure or if he wanted to escape it. He let out a silent cry, his breath hitching before the dam broke.

Squirt hit Kazuha's face only a moment later, like Kuni's body had been hesitating to do so. His hips were twitching violently into his face, goosebumps rippling across his skin as he heard the erotic moan coming from Heizou behind him. Tears were streaming down his face as he was floating in a beautiful state of nothingness, all remaining thoughts coming to a halt. His brain was melted completely, and he went limp against Heizou's torso.

Weak whimpers left Kuni's mouth as he felt Kazuha licking up any remains of his release before he stopped, rising up to his knees. His face looked like a messy masterpiece. Ruined and radiant all the same, but there was a smug smirk on his features. Heizou returned the expression. ''You did well, Kazu. Thank you for the help, sweetheart.'' Heizou was a little out of breath as well, and his boxers felt even stickier. He caressed Kazuha's cheek, pulling him in for a short kiss.

''Mhh, you taste good, Kazu.'' He whispered to which the blonde blushed heavily and profusely. ''Th-thank you.'' He stuttered out, looking down at himself. A small chuckle escaped him. ''Seems like I have to change into a new pair of pants.''

Heizou's eyes showed mirth. ''That's awfully hot, Kazu.'' He laughed, mindful not to disturb Kuni too much. The puppet's tremors have died down by now, and right now he was just breathing peacefully, eyes closed as he leaned against Heizou. At least due to his nature, he wasn't really heavy or anything.

''Let's take care of both of you, shall we?'' He smiled, snagging the keys from the side to first remove the handcuffs. He massaged Kuni's wrists lightly; the skin was slightly tender, reddened. Then the robes followed, the marks receiving that very same treatment.

Not a single spot of Kunikuzushi's sweaty skin was left unkissed, peppering every inch with love and affection. Small praises fell over Heizou's lips, wrapping him like a warm blanket. He was so proud of his boyfriend.

Eventually, bleary eyes opened, staring into nothingness as he let out a small sigh in contentment, as his gaze met Heizou's. ''There you are.'' Heizou smiled, motioning for Kazuha to come into view as well. ''You okay there, love?''

Kuni's body hurt all over, his legs still felt tense, and he was exhausted. But he felt happy. Still, for some reason, words weren't able to come to him right now. So, he lifted two very weak arms up towards them, hoping that they would understand.

It took a moment for Heizou. ''Oh, you want cuddles?'' He intended to clean him up first and then cuddle him. But whatever Kuni was most comfortable with, Heizou would provide. And Kuni gave a small nod, cheeks turning purple in response.

Kazuha shifted on the bed with a little bit of struggle until he found a comfortable position to lay down next to Kuni, putting an arm around his body. Heizou was laying down on the other side, pressing a kiss to Kuni's face once more. ''You did well. You can rest now, we will be here when you wake up.''

A small smile appeared on Kuni's face before his eyes fell shut, going back into the state of nothingness Heizou so beautifully created for him earlier.

He felt safe. He felt cared for.

I love you. Both of you.

That was the last thought that ran through his mind before Kuni lost himself in a dreamless sleep.