Distopya and Manipulation

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As the two leg him away, towards a dark alley, Ryoga decided that he had been looking the wrong places for angels. They had been present all along, hiding in leather. A angel in red and an angel in purple. He was going to enjoy himself thoroughly.

He knew he had been tricked into this. Lured by the innocent smile of the boy on his knees before him. Even now, the boy was smiling. Saeki of the Tigers, was smiling, even as his mouth sliding up and down his shaft with a skill that not even the whores possessed. It was sinfully good. To see someone who seemed so pure do such an act. To see those pure white knees get dirtied by the ground on which he knelt. To see his fingers tangled in the other’s hair as he thrust mindlessly into the other’s mouth. It had all been a set up from the very beginning. Orchestrated by the teen behind him.

Orchestrated by the one slowly, ever so slowly, pushing fingers where they normally didn’t belong. Stretching him even as the other boy continued to distract him with that thing he did with his tongue. It was impossible of course, to deny them. They were leaders after all. They owned more of the city than the yakuza did. And yet they sought him out. Lured him by the sweet nectar that was Saeki. A sweet, angelic oasis in a chaotic world. Something he could not ignore. And the other…And Kite. Strong and in charge and the mind behind the plan…how could he turn down that as well. Because the trhee of them, they would be a strong team. They could take control of the entire city. They could transform this hell into a sort of heaven.

Though at the moment, Ryoga was sure heaven was right here. Heaven was being enveloped my that smiling mouth. Heaven was being pushed into by the other’s hardness. He no longer could think of how he had been lured. How he had been manipulated. He could only think of the pleasure. His big dream faded with the slow, deep strokes within him that brought him deeper into that perfect mouth. It was perfect. It was right. It was hot as hell and he knew he was addicted. He knew he would have to have more of this. More of them. Especially when he was promised a next time by Kite. “Next time…I’ll let you take him…” Even though they were using him…he would use them back. He would get what he could from them and he was sure if he played his cards right, if he was very good and played their game, perhaps at some point…he would take the other boy as well… But for right now, his mind was too far gone. Blown away by the orgasm that rocked his body. Maybe tomorrow…Tomorrow he would start his games…Today, he was just too content.