#bpb

Notes: virginity isn't real! this is fetish content, nobody should feel in a rush to have sex either. Also the words clit, core and folds are used for P1's parts, and his chest is called breasts and tits. things mentioned that don't occur or minimally occur but might be upsetting: alcohol consumption, pregnancy, stealthing, non consensual touching, penis in vagina sex

Kaido’s parties always devolved into orgies. This meant that squads had to go around kicking out the youngsters around 11 PM, and tonight Sasaki was supervising the handful of pleasures on that duty. Most were agreeable; these were the rules straight from Kaido, but some insisted on being stubborn, so a higher-ranking member of the Beast Pirates was usually enlisted to watch over the proceedings.

Tonight it proved necessary. The siblings of the Tobi Roppo caught his eye, and the corners of his mouth quirked up when he realized Page One was standing up to his sister about something. He sidled closer, trying to hear over the roar of other pirates.

“You should leave! We’re both going to leave right now, they’re kicking the young people out!”

“I don’t want to go.”

“Then tell me what you think is gonna happen! Do you know what’s gonna happen?”

“Yes,” he all but whispered, looking anywhere but at his sister.

“THEN TELL ME! USE YOUR WORDS! LET ME KNOW YOU KNOW WHY YOU WANT TO STAY HERE!”

“They’re going to start…pairing off…”

“TO DO WHAT, HUH?”

“To…have sex.” He recoiled before she even started yelling again.

“DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS DURING SEX?? YOU WANT THAT INSTEAD OF HANGING OUT WITH YOUR SISTER?”

Sasaki took this opportunity to slip in and help him continue his little rebellion. “What’s going on here?” He chanced grabbing Ulti by the waist, pulling her out of her little brother’s space.

“Congratulating him on his first party as an adult?”

“He wants to stay and get knocked up!” She cried and stamped her foot.

“I don’t!!”

“But were you even thinking about that? You could get pregnant!”

“Not so loud!”

“Ulti, there are a thousand ways, all present at this party, for him to avoid that.”

“But does he even know about that?”

“If he doesn’t, whose fault is that?”

She gasped. “Don’t turn that on me! My baby brother’s too young for this!”

He could go for the jugular, but he wasn’t that type of guy. He could almost hear Black Maria’s voice hissing it instead, ”How would you know what sex is like?”

“Let me talk to him,” he said instead. “Go on up to your room; you don’t need this interrupting your beauty sleep.”

“Waaaahhh, thank you Sasakiiiii!! You care about me, unlike some people!”

She ran towards the nearest hallway, and it clicked in Sasaki’s head that she might be the sex repulsed one trying to project that onto Page One. Huh.

Not his problem.

“Let’s talk.” He pushed through the crowds towards the margins, carving out a space for them near one of the arches. He sat on the stairs, making him close to Page One’s height. 

“So.”

“So.”

“What are you planning to accomplish tonight?”

“I was hoping to lose my virginity.”

“Oh.” His eyebrows raised, and he gave his jaw a thoughtful scratch. Thinking about things he probably shouldn’t. “How much do you know about contraception?”

“I know about condoms.”

“Internal or external?”

He flushed bright red. Uh oh, Ulti might have been right.

“Which one would you use?”

“Um, external?”

“I wouldn’t.”

“Eh?”

“Some people are fucked in the head and take the condom off while you’re not paying attention. They get killed for it if they get caught, but sometimes they still try. Safer to use an internal one.” Page One swayed where he stood, nodding.

“How much alcohol have you had?”

“Two cups of sake. It was awhile ago.”

“Don’t have any more.” He looked him up and down. “Have you practiced? On yourself?”

“You mean like fingering?”

“Yep. You know what feels good to you?”

“I don’t, really. I was hoping someone would know.”

“So you finger yourself and what? It doesn’t feel like anything?”

Nodding again.

“Huh.” He took another swig at the bottle he forgot he was carrying. “Kid, I think this isn’t the right place to try this.”

“Why?” He demanded, suddenly as pushy as his sister.

Sasaki laughed. “You want penetrative sex? You want somebody here to pick you up and slowly prep you, make love to you so you feel good? That’s not what you’re gonna get here. Look at that.” The crowd had condensed to the middle of the floor, and while it wasn’t quite the sea of naked writhing bodies it would be at 1 AM, it was surely getting there. Hands were in pants, mouths on chests and necks, people plucking various contraceptives off the tables that had housed food an hour ago. Some massive Pleasure was holding a smaller Waiter over his head and was doing his best to eat him out between laughs. The mantis Gifter from Sasaki’s own squad wore a strap around her hips, looking down at the crowd looking for prey.

“That mess is for people who know how to get off no matter how shitty their partner is. Or who have the balls to move on before it gets to the point of going through with something they’re not going to like. If you wanna have fun, you kind of have to know what fun is first.”

Page One backed away from the scene, towards Sasaki. The older Tobi Roppo caught him around his tiny waist. “I think I should go upstairs.”

“Don’t feel too bad about it. You’re making a good decision.”

“What do you think I should do?”

“To figure out what feels good to you? Invest in toys. Steal one off the table before you go even. Or go to the pleasure hall and ask for their help.”

“Do they have men there?”

“They do. I’ve had them once or twice.”

Page One patted Sasaki’s thigh, making no move to leave. Sasaki stopped holding him, clasping his hands between his knees and looking pointedly at the smaller man.

He met his gaze, looked away, then looked back. Good boy. “Got something to say to me?”

“Could you? Do it?”

“Trying to get free labor out of me, are you?”

He backed away, holding his hands up. Not enough alcohol in him. “No, no—“

Sasaki pulled him back, bending him over his knee and ruffling his hair. “I’m messing with you.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Page One?”

“Yeah?”

“Tell me exactly what you would want from me.” He kept his hand on his back, but left his head free, expecting him to look at him.

He did. “I…want you to penetrate me…with your fingers, I guess.”

“Good guess. We would have to go looking for another Tobi Roppo if I stuck my cock in you.”

He gulped at that. Cute.

“Anything else?”

“Can you bite my neck?”

Interesting. “Sure. Anywhere else?”

He straightened up, the slightest bit, and patted his chest.

Sasaki laughed again. “Sure, kid. And if I do these things for you, will you let me fuck your thighs?”

He considered it, for a second, and then nodded.

“Good boy. Let me get some things, siddown.”

But of course, the trip to the table and back couldn’t be easy. Three underlings of some kind propositioned him and didn’t wait for him to say yes to press themselves into his belly and chest (he was quite popular at these parties for these parts). He told them to try again in an hour, but the touching didn’t stop with them, and he felt like breaking skulls by the end of it. Surely not everyone at this party was so bad at this they had to rely on him for everything.

When he came back to Page One, he was talking to a Waiter and a Gifter who were definitely thirty seconds from jumping his bones. Sasaki sighed and shifted to his half-beast form as he approached them. “You’re interrupting us. Go find someone else to play with.”

The Gifter backed off, but the Waiter ran his mouth. “Hey, you were the one who left him open.”

Sasaki lifted him up, at which point he started begging, but that didn’t save him from being thrown across the room. The Gifter skittered after him, and Sasaki shrunk back down and sat in front of Page One. “Sorry about that.”

“No, I’m sorry. I could have done that.”

Wanting to move on as fast as possible, Sasaki pressed his palm to Page One’s bare stomach. “You undid your shirt.”

“I figured the buttons were too small for your hands.”

“But you kept your mask on?”

“…I forgot it was there.”

“May I take it off?”

“Yes.” He leaned forward eagerly.

Sasaki hooked his finger between the top of the mask and his skin, pulling it down under his chin. He had the faintest of tanlines what with the sun just coming back after winter, thin but noticeably pink lips and—oh—sharp little teeth. Sasaki stuck his thumb in his mouth, rubbing over his lip and pricking his skin on those teeth, damn, no oral for him.

“Do you want to kiss?”

He nodded, eye blown wide. Now that Sasaki could see his mouth he was suddenly so much more expressive, revealing anxiety, adoration and arousal just in the curve of his lip and the lines around it. He leaned in, and Page One met him half way.

The size difference was never more obvious. Sasaki’s mouth engulfed Page One’s, swallowing the little squeak he made when their lips connected. Page One’s arms clasped around the back of his neck, and Sasaki slid his hands around his waist. His middle fingers and thumbs brushed in his front and his back, holy fuck.

He trailed down to Page One’s neck and fulfilled his first request. It was awkward with his extra long canines, but he cradled the boy’s head so he would extend his neck the way he would fit. His teeth dug into Page One’s skin, not too hard, his teeth weren’t as sharp as his due to wear so even if he wanted to make him bleed (he did) he would have to dig in hard enough to damage. He fastened his lips to his skin and sucked, sliding his tongue over his collarbone, and the boy came apart.

Sasaki took his shirt the rest of the way off, took his own jacket off and spread it on the floor. Page One shimmied out of his pants, nice of him because of how imparseable the garment was to Sasaki at the best of times. He had to stop himself from laughing when he realized his briefs were also bilaterally black and white.

Page One spread out on his back, looking so fucking edible; the broken blood vessels in his neck playing seasoning, the saliva sauce. He leaned down, pinning him with his stomach, and bit his chest. 

Page One kicked him.

“Too hard?”

“No. Sorry, involuntary.”

“So if I suck your tits, will you kick me again?”

“No. I’m sorry.”

It was cute, and didn’t hurt much at all, but it was important for him to be communicating effectively. Sasaki kissed him again. “Good little thing.”

He closed his lips around his nipple and sucked, rolling his tongue around the stiff skin. Page One tangled his fingers in his hair, caressing his scalp as he arched his back into Sasaki’s stomach. Sasaki traced kisses from one breast to the other as a little reward. He wanted to shower him in praise, whisper dirty things in his ear as he plunged into that heat between his legs—

No, calm yourself.

He pressed his thumb to Page One’s core anyway.

Sweet boy slid Sasaki’s thumb through his slick lips. “You’re so wet you’ve soaked through your briefs,” he teased against his breast.

“Take them off then.” His voice was strained, his face flushed all the way down to his chest. How could Sasaki not indulge him? Especially with that delicious virgin cunt waiting for him.

Damn, when was the last time he got off? He felt like the untouched one of the two, getting so aroused at the sight of the newly revealed shiny red pussy. New pussy though, pussy that hadn’t been touched by anyone other than its owner. He didn’t know he had that kink, but it was becoming apparent that he did, and it was strong.

“Do you want my mouth down here?”

“Please,” he moaned, a sound Sasaki perked up at.

He spread his legs as far as they would go and dipped to taste him. Salt and blood and metal filled his senses; Page One did his best to close his legs and trap him there. Sasaki let him. Page One’s hands went everywhere—tugging on his horns, yanking his hair, into his own mouth and returning to Sasaki with bloody bite marks. He lapped up his slick as Page One bucked his hips, feeding it to him. When he sucked on his clit he got his first real sound out of his junior, an open-mouthed cry that made Sasaki salivate. Just like prey. Funny, an herbivore thinking such a thing about a carnivore, but neither of them stuck to their zoan forms all the time.

“Are you ready for my fingers?” Sasaki asked, raising his head reluctantly.

“Yes, fuck yes.” 

He pulled on gloves, the only object he’d picked from the toy table. Page One flinched at the snap, and Sasaki had the urge to sully them immediately. If he shoved them into his mouth, would that really be contamination?

“How are you feeling, Page One?”

He hummed something affirmative, but he was obviously distracted. He was staring upwards—not strange, because he was on his back, but he seemed fixated on something. Sasaki followed his gaze, and on the nearest roof, there was Yamato, trussed up in his Oden crests and mask as usual. He touched his finger to his thumb and traced a question mark in the air. Page One nodded and repeated the hand sign back. Yamato pointed to the eyes of his mask and made the ‘ok’ sign again, tilting his head. Page One repeated it.

Consent to watch.

Yamato usually made himself scarce at these parties, but sometimes he could be seen prowling the perimeter, looking for people misbehaving. He never participated, except for this—was he watching out for Page One, making sure Sasaki didn’t prey on him, or did he have a crush on the little oni?

Time would tell. He pressed his middle finger to Page One’s core. “Are you ready?”

He fastened one hand around Sasaki’s horn, rubbing it thoughtfully. “Go ahead.”

He pressed in.

Page One’s back arched, and Sasaki couldn’t help but slide his other hand under him, feeling his skinny waist once again. He thrust his finger experimentally, watching his cute little mouth pout.

“How does it feel?”

“Regular. Kind of a letdown.”

He curled his finger up, and Page One changed. He squirmed, started panting, twitching—Sasaki rubbed faster and Page One’s head rolled back, clattering his horns on the floor.

“Good?”

A strangled noise was his only response. His teeth were buried in his lower lip, poor baby.

Sasaki ran his thumb over his clit and relished his shiver. Page One wasn’t very vocal, which was a little disappointing, but the din of shrieks and moans from the center of the room (and the panting from the others watching them on ground level) would sate him. He leaned down to nibble his breasts again, letting him get used to the feeling before dialing up the sensation.

“Do you want to try another?”

“Nnnooo, oh, one is already so big.” His voice was breathy, deteriorating into whines at the end. He was coming apart.

“You’re killing me,” Sasaki panted.

“Do you like how small I am?” 

“I do. You’re so tight around me; it’s so hot how tiny your waist is in my hands.”

“Mmmake me cum. Make me tighter around you.”

The idea went straight to Sasaki’s dick, and he couldn’t hold back a groan. He buried his face in the crook of Page One’s neck, sucking another hickey there while his fingers sped up on and in him. Finally he was vocal, panting right into Sasaki’s ear. He could almost imagine he was fucking him.

“Cum for me Page One. Cum like a good boy.”

And he felt him, his inner walls pulsing around him, his heartbeat in his clit. He couldn’t feel the fluid firsthand but he could feel the friction all but disappear. His ribs pressed into Sasaki’s chest, and Sasaki knew he would miss him the second he was gone.

He stilled his hand. “Page One? Are you with me?”

The little one nodded, still breathing heavy. “Thank you.”

“No problem kid, that was wonderful.”

“You liked it?”

“I did.” He stripped off the gloves, throwing them to one of the foot soldiers who had finished with them. He smoothed over Page One’s stomach, feeling the rise and fall of his chest slow. Page One wrapped the sleeves of Sasaki’s jacket around him as he recovered. Unbearably adorable.

“So how do you want to do this? The thigh fucking thing?”

“Are you ready for that?"

He rolled to his feet and stretched, giving the gathered audience a lovely view of his lithe little body. Sasaki gripped the inside of his thigh, making Page One squeal, but his smile showed he understood it as the tease it was. “I think so.”

“There are a couple of things we could do. If your back’s not feeling too bad we could just have you on your back with your legs up, or you could be on your knees with me behind—“

“PAY PAY!!”

They both jumped. Oh shit.

Ulti stomped onto the floor, scattering foot soldiers in all directions. Page One picked up Sasaki’s jacket, trying to cover himself.

“Sasaki, I’m going to kill you if you hurt him. Fucking Sasaki? Is that who you want?! Are you a fucking—“

Before she could accuse further, Yamato landed between her and the other Tobi Roppo. He picked Ulti up and ran her back to the hallway before she could so much as scream. Her curses echoed through the hallway, but she was certainly being taken farther away.

Sasaki grabbed Page One’s shoulder. He was shaking, poor thing, so Sasaki wrapped him up in the jacket and picked him up. “Let’s get a little food in you.”

“We should get out of here. Can we go to your room?”

“Let Yamato take care of her. I’m not worried about it.”

“What do you think he was doing?”

“Watching you? Either making sure I didn’t pull anything funny, or jerking off. Which would you prefer it be?”

He sputtered looking for an answer. “I guess either is nice.”

“Do you like him?”

“Doesn’t everybody?”

“He is incredibly powerful. And he was a looker back before he locked his face behind that mask.”

“What does he look like?”

“Fight him and see if you can unmask him. You will be rewarded.”

“Like I could ever beat him.”

“I wouldn’t have fucked you if I thought you were a wimp. I think you could do it.”

He set the speechless boy down by the remaining food table, which was laden with desserts. “What are you feeling? Oooh,” he spotted some palm-sized ice cream-stuffed mochi and plucked one for himself.

“Do they have koshi-an?”

“They sure do.” He picked up a square container of the smoothest-ground red bean paste available, layered over thin strips of soft mochi, and a wooden spoon to eat it with. Page One accepted it with eager hands.

It was…sinful, watching him scoop the paste onto his tongue and lick it off, but the ice cream was starting to melt and Sasaki was sure he would soon look sinful too. Some of it dripped onto his fingers and he offered them to Page One, and though he blushed wildly, he took them into his mouth. For a virgin—not a virgin anymore, a recent-virgin he guessed—that tongue was perfect. His cock started to fill out again.

To his surprise, Page One scooped up some of his bean paste with two fingers and offered it to him. He took the offering too. He didn’t quite believe himself about Page One not being a wimp, at least off the battlefield, but this was a point in his favor.

“Finish up, boy.”

He scraped the corners of the container, making sure to get the last bits of treat. Sasaki wrapped his hand around his waist. “Have you given thought to position?”

“Let’s try on my hands and knees.”

“Here?” They were closer to the main throng, less than eight feet from the nearest couple, a large man riding a little butterfly Gifter. “Why not? We’re on the other side of the room from where Ulti’d come from, we’ll have plenty of  warning.”

Sasaki chuckled. “Bold. But I like that.” Let her rip through some foot soldiers. He’d look up from fucking her brother and laugh.

He took Page One’s hand and placed it on his belt. “Take it off.”

Little fingers made quick work of the buckle. He took off his skirt, setting it to the side (Sasaki told him someone always returned the clothes at the end of the night—keeping track of your things was for foot soldiers.) But after that Page One backed off. Sasaki wasn’t wearing underwear.

“Tell me boy, have you seen another man aroused before tonight?” he asked, stroking his erection. It was almost face-level with Page One, and he hadn’t closed his mouth since Sasaki had undressed. “Drop.”

He did. He didn’t look up. He’s probably tired, little thing.

“You’ve had a lot of excitement tonight. Let’s end it on a good note.” He kneeled behind him, nudging the younger man’s legs apart, just shoulder-width. He rubbed his cockhead against his silky, still-wet folds.

Page One stiffened. “You’re not putting it in, are you?”

“No, no worries. I just wanted to feel you.” He pressed his thighs together again and leaned forward, putting his weight on one hand and using the other to hold Page One’s hip. “How does it feel? Not being a virgin anymore?”

“I can’t wait for next time,” he whispered.

“Next time’s gonna start now, baby.”

“Fuck me, Sasaki."

He snapped his hips against Page One’s. Suddenly he was so turned on he couldn’t think, and the cold air beneath Page One’s stomach wasn’t quite satisfying, but he was good at keeping his thighs tight and that’s all he needed. That, and the image of Page One covered in his cum. His dick went past his belly button, and he tried not to think about what it would be like inside.

Page One fell to his elbows. His seeing side was on the floor, and Sasaki pulled his hair back and kissed his jaw. Page One’s little hand traced back to rub Sasaki’s cock. His fingers didn’t even wrap all the way around.

Sasaki came. Pleasure flooded his body, arching his back and blurring his vision. He had just enough wit to turn Page One to his back, thrusting a few more times against his belly. He looked just as mouth-watering with his belly and breasts streaked with cum as Sasaki imagined. He wanted to kiss him, but he’d seemed to be wilting away from him, so he decided against it.

“Well done, little one.” He spotted the three underlings from before waiting their turn, and mouthed that they should get him a towel. Boxes of hot towels were brought out with the contraceptives and toys, and whoever had to crack them open inevitably got jeers from the crowd for being a quick shot. This was stupid, he smiled. Page One would be going to these more, learning the customs like this.

The boy in question sat up, admiring his…decoration with a blank, if flushed, face. “Are you tired?”

He nodded.

“Do you want to sleep in my room tonight? Avoid your sister?” The foot soldiers returned, one extending a towel to Page One.

He scrubbed himself off. “No, I think I’ll ask Drake. He went upstairs, right? Your room will be too obvious.”

Sasaki nodded. Dealing with Ulti for the next couple of days would be rough, but she was as changeable as the wind. She’d calm down with enough treats. Fuck, he didn’t want to think about this right now. “Get me a drink,” he told another one of the foot soldiers. “You want me to walk you up?” He asked Page One.

“Better if you don’t, just in case she’s up there.” 

“Are you having regrets?”

“No, just…consequences.” He stood, naked as the day he was born, and he still wasn’t as tall as Sasaki kneeling. Nevertheless he wrapped his arms around Sasaki’s neck and hid his face in his hair.

Sasaki enveloped him in his arms. “Don’t need to bear that alone. Let me at least take you to your clothes.”

Page One nodded. He hadn’t forgotten about making off with a toy either.

***

His first walk of shame was taken alone, through the back halls of the Skull Dome only taken by servants, Marys, and Yamato. Where was he? Were he and Ulti still fighting? He hoped they were, because the Tobi Roppo (with the exception of Black Maria) all had their quarters in the same hallway, and she was likely prowling about if she was up there.

But he got lucky, and he scrambled to X Drake’s door. They had a secret knock for this kind of thing, a pattern between the wood and paper of the sliding door. “Come in,” Drake called after a few moments.

“Shoot, were you asleep?” Page One asked.

“No.” Snuggled up in bed, but his eyes were alert.

“Can I shower? I’ll be quick.”

“Go ahead.”

The shower was almost too overstimulating, but when he came out he couldn’t bear the thought of being by himself, even wrapped in Drake’s cozy futon (it was meant to be for him, but he insisted on having a North Blue-style bed, so the futon spent its days curled up in the corner for guests to use as needed, along with a pair of sleep pants for Page One.)

Page One stood by the side of that bed, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever Drake was reading in the dim light. It seemed to have an anatomical drawing of a frilled lizard. He put it away and scooted over without Page One even having to ask. Ulti was overly physically affectionate, so this wasn’t the first time Page One had sought the other new Tobi Roppo out for snuggles. Despite what he may seem like on the outside, Drake was as touch starved as anyone; he said it was because his father’s pirate crew had involved a lot of skinship. Page One hadn’t asked him whether his own crew was like that, but given how eager he was to cuddle, he kind of guessed no.

“What happened?” Drake asked when Page One settled on his chest.

“I wanted to stay at the party. Ulti didn’t like the thought of me doing…that.”

“None of her business, I’d say.”

“She doesn’t care.” He traced circles in Drake’s skin, torn about whether to say more, but it tumbled out of his mouth anyway. “I fucked Sasaki and she saw.” He tightened his hold around Drake, more so he could bury his face in his chest than to brace him for the realization.

“Are you feeling okay about it?” Drake asked gently.

“Oh yeah. I had fun. Sex, then dessert, then more sex might be the best thing I’ve ever done in my life.”

“How did you—you know—with him being—?”

“He only put one finger in me. And fucked my thighs.” He couldn’t help himself from smiling like a madman. Like he’d accomplished something, like he wasn’t in danger.

Drake nodded contemplatively. “I’m glad you had a nice time.” He traced down the knobs of Page One’s spine. “If you wanted…you know, to try with someone else, I would be down.”

Page One rubbed his head against his Drake’s tattoo. “Let’s do it. Not tonight, alright?”

“Of course.”