#acerook

Will you be the DJ furby to my Furblet?

"You come into my dorm. You take Epel from his studies, then you proceed to break a vase in your escape plan." Vil sounded elegantly *pissed*, Rook was chuckling behind him, and Epel was somewhere in the dorm, enjoying his ten minutes of freedom before he too got his recompense.

Vil nodded somewhere behind him and Ace tried to pull away but the stock he was in kept him firmly in place. He barely had time to wonder where they had even gotten it before his backside felt a breeze. "Hey, what the hell? Get off!"

Ace tried to kick once and almost immediately regretted it. He helped as his left asscheek was slapped, both pairs of cheeks turning red. Not only was his yelp a little too whiny for his liking, he could feel them both staring at him. "My, it seems our friend has been hiding something from us. How rude." Vil griped, hand groping his own thighs. Rook only giggled, running a finger up Ace's slit. "Oh, what a pretty picture you make, Monsour Heart. May I indulge myself, my queen?"

Ace had no time to respond before Vil nodded with a chuckle. "Please, prepare the brat." "Prepa-aay?" Ace's voice took a turn for the high as something wet licked him in the same way the finger had touched him.

The hunter behind him moaned deeply as he pulled away with his mouth open. "You are exquisite. I can hardly wait to taste what your body will give me~" Nobody in the room could say anything before Rook dove back in, tongue licking anywhere it could find. Vil only looked on as Ace twitched his hips, at first away from Rook, then into the feeling.

Rook was skilled with his tongue, Ace gave him that. Enough that Ave had lost all sense of decency when Rook had just gently flicked his clit. "Oh, seven! Rook gimme more! I want more now!" Rook didn't respond, continuing to use his tongue.

Vil cleared his throat loudly, drawing all attention to him. He waved his hand and his hunter stood, using a handkerchief to clean his face. Ace knew damn well that Rook was going to use that cloth for later trysts, but it wasn't his concern right now, Vil was. They both looked up as the dormleader sighed. "Now, have we learned our lesson?"

Ace just panted, tilting his head in confusion. What was he going on about? "Are we quite done male a fool of my dorn and enticing my members to run around in mud?" Vil had an edge to his voice that promised trouble if Ace declined, so he just nodded. "I won't pressure Epel anymore! I'll behave myself, just don't leave me like this, dormhead! I won't do it again, I swear!"

Both the dormleader and his vice looked sceptical, but they seemed to show mercy. Rook stood behind him again, and waited for his command. All Vil did was pull his own cock out and spread his legs on the chair. Rook took the signal to push two fingers into Ace, who was all but dripping slick.

Ace moaned low and rolled his hips high. It only took a few well timed pokes for him to keen how close he was, to which Rook promptly pulled his fingers out. "What the fuck!? I wa-Aah!" His right cheek took the blow this time, and Vil glowered down at his prisoner. "Ask nicely, and apologise for those rude words." Ace grit his teeth and opened his mouth to cuss them both out.

The moment he did, he felt something too thick to be fingers slipping up and down his slit. Rook bent over him and pulled Ace's hair back just a bit. They shivered at the contact and Rook whispered to him.

"Be very careful about your next words. Vil is in no good mood, but he is kind when he wishes to be. He can give and take at any moment." At 'give', Rook lined his cock to Ace's hole and at 'take' he pulled away. When he stood up straight, Ace silently seethed, but looked up at Vil.

"I'm sorry, Dormleader, I'm sorry Rook. May I please get fucked now?" His words made Rook chuckle loudly, while Vil sighed and put his face in the hand not currently massaging his dick. "We can teach you manners later. Your apology will do. Good boy, apologising to both of us." Ace nearly came from that alone, and actually did when he felt Rook push into him, bottoming out. They both stayed still for a moment as Ace cried and whimpered through his orgasm.

Vil hummed and allowed Rook to continue while beginning to speed up his own hand. Rook began slow, trying not to overstimulate his partner too fast, yet failing all too soon. Ace was tight, wet, and lively. He pushed his hips back when Rook pumped forward and clenched so good when he pulled back.

It was only a good matter of minutes before he looked to Vil, who looked on the verge himself. They gave each other a look and then Rook snuck a hand to Ace's clit and began to rub every so gently.

Ace screamed, gushing on the cock buried inside of him. His eyes rolled back and his back arched into near pain. Rook had only moments before he too gasped and pushed into Ace, dick throbbing as it emptied everything into him. He held onto the stock to balance and ground himself, eyes closed as he groaned and hummed in ecstasy.

Vil watched on, as he came, silent but hard. His cum soiled his robes and the chair beneath him, but all he could do was fuck up into his hand until it was over.

When everyone caught their breath, they all looked at one another. Vil nodded his head once and Rook quickly slipped out of Ace. He whined, but let it go when Rook appeared with the stock key in hand, undoing the lock. Ace tried to stand up the moment he could, yet only fell back, dizzy and disoriented. Rook grabbed his shoulder before he could fall, then pulled Ace's pants up and hoisted him up over his shoulder. Ace opened his mouth to argue, but Vil stepped in front of him. "One word and I'll send you back to your dorm. Keep silent and you can stay the night, bath and skin treatment included."

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