Thread by @kaacchaann, CW// tiny thread just to get some tension out, casual kamisero, they're [...]

CW// tiny thread just to get some tension out, casual kamisero, they& #39;re friends! who fuck!, fuckboy!sero, tiny twink!kami, i& #39;m jumping right into the thick of it bbs
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"you expect me to believe your dick is bigger than shinsou& #39;s?"

"i don& #39;t expect anything." sero doesn& #39;t https://twitter.com/kaacchaann/status/1371215943884488706">https://twitter.com/kaacchaan...

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even look up from his phone. he just raises a slit brow and heaves an unimpressed breath. "i said what i said—take it how you want to, babe."

kami stares at him, mouth slightly agape.

there was a lot to unpack there.

one, sero thinks his dick is bigger than shinsou& #39;s—which

makes kami fucking shiver, because shinsou has left him limping on more than one occasion.

two, sero must have SEEN shinsou& #39;s dick at some point to make that claim so boldly. the image of the two of them comparing dick sizes makes him fucking dizzy.

and three—kami is suddenly

very aware of just how badly he wants to see his best friend& #39;s dick.

sero—still not looking up—waves a hand, and kami& #39;s eyes focus on the glint of his rings. there& #39;s at least seven of them on that one hand, silver bands and little jewels.

he& #39;s never thought much of them before

but now he& #39;s staring, imagining them cupped around a dick...one that& #39;s somehow bigger than shinsou& #39;s.

"kami." sero says, sharply. kami shivers when he looks up, his eyes settling on sero& #39;s sneaky grin. "do you want to see it?"

kami clears his throat and tries—and fails—to

make his voice even. "yeah i want to fuckin& #39; see it, & #39;cause you& #39;re full of shit, there& #39;s no fuckin& #39; way you& #39;re bigger than shinsou, i& #39;ve SAT on shinsou& #39;s dick, bro—"

kami& #39;s throat runs dry, because sero thrusts his phone in front of him, showing him a picture. two cocks, barely

held in sero& #39;s ringed, black-nailed hand. kami tilts his head, regarding them in earnest. they& #39;re both standing, the photo taken from above, capturing two monstrous dicks and thatches of pubic hair—silky, nicely trimmed black hair on the left, and unruly purple hair on the right.

sero& #39;s is unmistakably larger.

...like very obviously, larger.

kami looks up, equal parts horrified and horny.

"holy fuckin& #39; shit dude." he squeaks.

"told you." he wags his brows and tugs his phone back. after closing the album out, he sighs, "anyways. wanna get lunch?"

kami stares at him for a long moment, just to make sure he& #39;s not fucking with him. "no!" he yelps again. "no, i don& #39;t want to go get fuckin& #39; lunch, you ass-murderer!" he sits up, nervously lowering his voice. "did you...did you fuck shinsou?"

sero laughs, and it& #39;s a

ridiculously attractive sound, kami thinks. he can& #39;t believe he& #39;s never noticed it before. "no, no i haven& #39;t. we fucked monoma, though."

kami finds himself gaping again—in part deeply aroused at the thought of THAT tag team, and deeply annoyed that he was looked over as the

one in middle of that duo.

"you& #39;re making a face, what& #39;s that face for?" sero grins at him.

"nothing," he says, defensively. "just. y& #39;know. interesting choice in twink you two made there."

again, sero laughs, scratching at his jaw. "he actually came to us—well, he went to

shinsou, and shinsou came to me."

kami crosses his arms across his chest and glares. "was he good?"

"good?" sero& #39;s eyes flit down to the jealous little display. "kami, babe, he took us both."

kami almost chokes. "no..."

"ye—"

"—no, there& #39;s no way—"

"—like a champ, too."

kami narrows his eyes. “you’re lying.”

sero grins, mean and feral, and it almost makes kami shiver again. “why would i need to lie? you’ve seen my dick.”

“shut up—monoma isn’t all that bigger than me, and i can barely take shinsou. there’s no way he took you both.”

sero only grins wider. “guess monoma really is better than someone at something.”

the gasp kami pulls in is comical. almost as comical as his scandalized voice. “you take that back.”

“no i don’t think i will,” sero teases him. “unless you want to prove me wrong.”

kami stares, but sits up a little straighter. “you want me to—“

“—come sit on my dick—we both know you can’t.” he pats his lap, and kami watches his long fingers curl over his own thigh, in invitation.

kami narrows his eyes again. “...go get your fuckin’ lube.”

ten minutes later, kami finds himself in a position he never, EVER thought he’d be in.

knees spread on either side of his best friend’s lap, with sero’s ringed hands holding his hips steady—thumb grazing his neat blond happy trail encouragingly—with four fingers in his ass.

“think you need one more,” he teases, unhelpfully.

“fu—fuck you,”

“i mean that’s the plan, but i don’t think we’ll get there with your tiny little hands.

“fuckin’—fine, you do it then!”

and sero’s impatience shows through, because he yanks the rings off of his middle and ring

fingers, and quickly adds them under kami’s.

the blond yelps out a cry, tensing up, but relaxing once the digits are seated fully.

“that’s hot,” sero grins, and pecks a kiss at kami’s shoulder. “feel good?”

“mmm—full,”

“uh—maybe we shouldn’t, i don’t want to hurt you,”

“shut up—that thing is going inside me, and i’m proving my fucking point.” he huffs, yanking his fingers free. “c’mon, hurry, i’ll show you dummies i can take it better than fucking—gAH—“

the rant is cut off with a gasp, because hanta presses the blunt tip of his cock to that

puffy little hole, and kami’s life flashes before his eyes.

“kami, if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you sound jealous.”

“w-wait—no, fuck you i’m not jealous—just—wait WAIT!”

Sero raises his hands up with a little grin. “tapping out?”

“no!” he pants. “smug bastard—“

"—just take it easy, yeah?" he coos softly, and kami meets his eyes, drowning in pools of dark chocolate. "that& #39;s it, look at me, sunshine—take it nice and slow."

kami bites his lip—this just took a turn towards intimate, and he& #39;s frustrated by just how much sero& #39;s soothing

voice actually helps. it makes him shiver, goosebumps breaking out across the tops of his arms as he struggles to hold himself up. this is his bro—his best friend, who he would rate bad pornos with—but the soft brush of his thumbs and the lull of his voice almost makes him forget

that.

his face is so kind—so sweet—that kami doesn& #39;t even feel the need to hold his moan back.

"oh that& #39;s it, now you& #39;re feeling good." sero smiles—and its a gorgeous, broad smile that makes kami whimper. "can you take some more? fuck, you& #39;re so small,"

"no, you& #39;re just fuckin& #39; hu—huge" he yelps, sinking down a bit more. lube squelches around loudly, and kami can& #39;t help the way his lips part, or how his brows pinch up.

"yeah, but you like it," sero grins, sitting up a bit straighter, so he can cup kami& #39;s much smaller, leaky

little cock. his voice is low and smooth again when he speaks, "look at you, kami. i didn& #39;t peg you for a size queen."

"shut up, shut up, shut up," he chants, screwing his eyes shut as he concentrates entirely on taking the last few inches of his best friend. "almost

there."

sero leans back, and genuinely, he& #39;s a little impressed, because by sheer force of will kami takes all of his egregiously big dick, with what he would consider very minimal prep.

he sighs loudly at the squeeeeeze of kami& #39;s walls, but smiles up at him, "you did it,"

"you bet you fuckin& #39; ass I did it," kami huffs out a shaky laugh—even if he won& #39;t be able to walk when they& #39;re through. "told you i could take it—fuck, wAIT—"

"—just because it fits doesn& #39;t mean you can take me, kami," sero grins at him, and hooks his arms under kami& #39;s knees.

"open up for me."

"hanta—HANTA," before he knows it, he& #39;s being bounced on hanta& #39;s lap lazily, that huge cock stretching him out over and over again, "oh—oh fuck!"

"that& #39;s it," sero leans over, kissing at one of his knees, "fuck, you& #39;re so tight, dude—what the fuuuuck,"

"hanta," kami pants, digging his nails in hanta& #39;s arm, "h-harder,"

sero looks up at him, amused and again, a little impressed. "harder? y& #39;sure?"

"just—hurry," he whines, and starts straight up mewling when sero hauls him over, crawls on top of him and starts fucking him into

the couch. "oh fuck! hanta! yes—yes—yES, just like that!"

hanta fucks just like kami assumed he would—not that he spent a lot of time...thinking about how his friend gets down or anything. just—it& #39;s the vibe he gives off. the tattoos, the jewelry, the eyeliner.

he fucks like his dick is made of gold, and honestly, he has every right to. hanta& #39;s cock stirs his guts up like nothing he& #39;s ever had before—and it& #39;s very clear that he knows what he& #39;s doing.

"hang on, okay?" he says, sweetly, before he& #39;s bending kami& #39;s knee up to his chest,

and RAILING him.

kami thinks he screams. he& #39;s not sure.

all he knows is one minute he& #39;s about to give hanta shit—& #39;hang on& #39;? who the fuck does he think he is?—and the next, the cool metal of those rings is pressed against his throat, and he& #39;s squabbling to hang on.

hanta& #39;s hips are thin, but he uses them with a sort of ease that makes kami& #39;s head spin.

"fuck—sh, sh, kami!" he grins against the side of his face. "my neighbors, dude!"

kami barely hears the words over the huff of his breaths—he must be being too loud, but he can& #39;t bring

himself to care, not when he& #39;s about to cum.

"you& #39;re kinda cute like this, you know?" hanta beams, pressing his lips to kami& #39;s jaw. "shinsou ever tell you how you bite your lip when you& #39;re gonna cum?"

kami realizes, he is, indeed, biting his lip. he groans.

"sh, it& #39;s okay,

i& #39;m right behind you." hanta laughs. "you& #39;re like, REALLY tight—not gonna last very much longer."

"cum inside me," he whimpers.

"kami," he groans, and kami notices how his hips—even if only a little—stutter. "don& #39;t—don& #39;t, you don& #39;t mean that—"

"please," he begs, not at all

ashamed. he just forces his other leg out more, so hanta can get even closer.

"fuck, are you sure? i& #39;m gonna—"

"—yes, yes YES!" he shouts, his leg shaking as he cums so hard, his fucking eyes cross.

his leg trembles, and his hands curl in hanta& #39;s shirt—and before he knows it,

he& #39;s feeling the hot, wet pour of cum inside himself, too.

on top of him, sero groans something that sounds like & #39;tight fucking hole& #39; into the crook of his neck. kami isn& #39;t sure how long he lays there, immobile, with sero on top of him—but it& #39;s a little while, before hanta

its up, searching his face.

"i have never cum that quickly in my life—what the fuck are you made of, dude?"

and kami would feel proud of that—if he could even feel his fucking legs. out of breath, he huffs, "ditto, bro."

sero laughs, slumping beside him. "what do you think? should we invite shinsou over sometime? i& #39;m sure we could show you a good time."

"absolutely not" kami doesn& #39;t even hesitate to reply. "and i hope you fuckers sent monoma an edible arrangement, or flowers, or a seat cushion."

asdfgh that& #39;s the end ty for reading my fucky wuckies, gn

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