#lemony lemonade

Scant touches might as well be monumental ones, as they simply spark the desire for more. It’s been weeks since they have had a true moment alone, even more since they’ve so much as kissed, and the brush of her fingertips across his thigh is more maddening than he would like to admit.

“Tsuna-chan…” he whispers, nonplussed. “You shouldn’t. They might hear."

"Everyone is asleep, besides, I'm not doing anything untoward." Her voice is soft, close to his ear, and as sensitive as he is, the vibrations draw gooseflesh in their wake. 

“I would say that this is rather untoward given that we’re on duty.” He stares at the glowing embers as she puffs hot air against the length of his neck. “And you seem to forget that I can smell your want on you. You’re always such a naughty thing when it comes to these sorts of risks.”

Tsunade laughs softly, letting her hand drift along the inseam of his trousers. She leans close enough so that her lips brush against a fluttering pulse. “Well maybe I’m cold. And if I’m cold, then you must be freezing. Don’t you think we could just keep each other warm? There haven’t been any incidents for days, and all the barriers are up. If anything happens, we can manage. Alarm seals are set.”

"If you're so hungry for pleasure, you could just touch yourself, Hime."

"You know it’s not just about that. Besides I’ll only do it if you do too. And I know you want it just as badly." As if to prove her point, she runs her fingers even higher, relishing the swiftly indrawn breath and the instant pressure of his hand closed tight around her wrist, guiding it away from his body.

“I am capable of a little thing called discipline. And I’ll have you know, I’m not really one for self-pleasure. I don’t quite need it,” Orochimaru states, voice low. “Though I’d swear that that almost sounds like a challenge, coming from you.”

“Oh please, Oro. Like you could really sit there unruffled if I did decide to do exactly what you said? Do you have any idea how easy it would be? I wouldn’t even have to unzip my pants.” 

Tsunade rests her chin on his shoulder as she pulls her hand away from him, set upon a new target. Body armor prevents her from toying with her breasts, which usually adds to the rising excitement when she chooses such a course, but it’s unnecessary. The heat already gathering between her legs won’t take long to bloom into full rapture.

It seems a paltry thing to desire, but in lieu of any privacy or intimacy in so long, this playful, delicious little opportunity feels more exciting than she ever thought it might. Especially if she can get him to lose control. 

If she could hear those sounds he makes, even so softly as to not catch anyone’s attention but hers, nothing would compare. He has no idea just what that does to her… but she’d love for him to find out.

“Tsunade,” he warns, and a new smile, especially wicked, finds its way across her lips.

“Don’t Tsunade me. You know I’m right.” She presses the tips of her fingers right where she aches the most, exhaling hard, and Orochimaru goes rigid beside her. Every shift in scent and heat and movement is all too apparent to his keen senses and she knows it. “You could feel good too, here with me. Come on, Oro…”

His eyes close, far too focused on the spike of arousal in her scent, and the heat of her body pressed against his side. Despite all good sense, he can’t help but react. 

“You’re a menace, Hime.” Orochimaru’s growl is nearly inaudible, and the slow, slow shifting that eventually follows gives her reason to believe her words have borne fruit.

At that realization, she can’t keep from moving in to kiss him, from tasting the soft gasps of his breath. All she can do is breathe in deep, and give herself over to the too-quick ascent and plummeting freefall into bliss, even if it’s by her own hand. Their furtive, shared pleasures are found in near silence, accompanied by the sounds of the forest and the dying fire.

It’s not a ledge so much as a point; wide, inexorable and so utterly still inside him that he would claw the skin off his partner’s forearms where they lay at his hips if not for the way his own wrists are crossed and bound at the small of his back. There is also the inconvenient fact that Tsunade is poised in front of him, with a chakra laced fingertip running the length of his own cock, where she has been for, well, the last twenty minutes, working his flesh into an aching manifestation of pure need.

Jiraiya’s breath is steamy-hot and labored against the nape of his neck, giving testament to the effect his lovers’ actions have rendered upon his person. His stamina usually borders on levels of ungodly, but from the very moment Tsunade all but dropped Orochimaru straight onto his cock with an order not to come, his control has threatened to fall apart at the very seams.

Perhaps it’s because even with an order to be still, the serpent in his lap is enticing beyond compare - and wiggling imperceptibly, clenching around him as Orochimaru tries to hold himself upright, biting off a mewling sound, the keen points of fangs catching on tender lips.

“Ah-ah, don’t you dare move,” Tsunade croons, taunting them as she sidles just a bit closer. “I know you can endure my little test, now can’t you, boys? You’ve been doing so well.”

The cool green glow of her fingertips drifts along the head of Orochimaru’s cock, tracing the underside, and she reaches up to pinch an already-peaked nipple. He hisses a curse and she laughs.

“Kiss his shoulders, Rai.”

Orochimaru looks up at her with hazy golden eyes, his slit pupils blown to dark ellipses, and he shudders as Jiraiya’s mouth presses across his shoulders, his neck. At once, the heat in the room spikes by five more degrees, and his pulse races even faster. “Tsuna-chan…”

“Wrong answer, love. Use the proper form of address and I might listen.”

“Hime-sama, mistress… mercy, please…” he gasps, and she snorts, placing her other hand just across his collarbone.

“You know, people beg for mercy when they want their lives ended just as often as they do when they want grace, lovely boy. Do you want something sweet, or do you really want something cruel?” 

She pumps his erection with that glowing hand, just as the other tightens, with one finger set against each of his pulsepoints.

Honeyed eyes devour the domino effect of the torment inflicted as Orochimaru’s feet try to find purchase anywhere since he has no leverage, spread as he is across Jiraiya’s lap, pierced through and through. Jiraiya’s jaw pulses as he grits his teeth against the minute movements snugged so tight around his aching member, dulling the sound of his groan against the back of Orochimaru’s shoulder.

If only that didn’t stir the serpent to another beautiful reaction. Tsunade wets her bottom lip, a new surge of heat pooling between her legs. She’s been soaked for quite a while, and she knows he can smell it on her.

“Sweetie, I’m going to let Raiya let fuck you now. Hard. And if you can keep from coming, you’ll get a special treat.”

Blood rushes in Orochimaru’s ears as her words process, then gravity itself spins out, rapidly throwing off his balance, just as the generous length spreading him wide drags against oversensitized flesh in reverse, leaving him empty. Big, rough hands grab him by his bound wrists and yank him back onto the bed behind the stool Jiraiya was perched on.

The sage is suddenly on top of him, a shit-eating grin painted across his too-handsome face. “Hi, precious. Knees up for me.”

Orochimaru, about to spew indignance in every way possible, sees Tsunade take her place right at his head and he swallows hard, obeying instead. 

“I thought you were going to be the death of me like that, wiggling so much.” Jiraiya positions himself against his lover’s well-stretched hole and inches slowly home, teeth digging into his own lip as Orochimaru moans, hips jerking. “Yeah, quite like that.”

“You’re an ass.” the serpent hisses, unable to keep a rein over his words.

“I believe it’s your ass I’ve taken possession of, darling,” Jiraiya grins, leaning in to kiss him as he draws his hips back and shoves home, making Orochimaru see stars.

The challenge Tsunade put forth is nearly impossible, because after countless minutes, positions, and profanities crooned in his ears, that stamina Jiraiya is so known for is clearly kicking into overdrive. They eventually end up right back as they started, and judging by the cat-that-got-the-cream look on their Hime’s face as her fingers dip steadily between her own legs, she’s got no intention of interceding.

“Hime, please…” Orochimaru begins to beg, losing coherence as his head thrashes side to side on the bed. “I need, I can’t--”

“What is it, lover? Yes, you can.” She takes stock of his frenetic gaze, the deep flush staining his pale skin rosy, the sweat dripping down his neck and chest already dotted with the imprints of their lips and teeth. They have been at this for a while - perhaps mercy is called for after all. “Alright. This time, but only because you’ve been so good. Hold on Rai.”

In a single movement befitting any well-trained kunoichi, Tsunade sinks onto Orochimaru’s erect, weeping cock, straddling his waist and holding completely still, one hand firm on his chest as he fights not to come then and there. She cranes back to look at Jiraiya. “Now, hard.”

“As my lady wishes,” he says, voice growing rough.

Jiraiya’s thrusts are hard enough to rock their entire bed, such that Tsunade doesn’t need to do anything to stimulate either of them further, leaning down to kiss her dark haired lover with a hand at his throat in exactly the way he likes. Sensation funnels low and spirals high into a billowing explosion that overtakes all three in rollicking torrents of searing heat until all three are left half delirious and gasping.

Sometimes that very control seems to flash in reverse, and this moment is no exception to the rule. Jiraiya’s voice gives testament to that very fact, cracking garbled words uninhibited and disjointed as a clever tongue twists around his member and coaxes him toward explosive release.

Orochimaru has memorized this sensation, but he relishes it every time. Burning, abundant heat sinks and slips roughly past swollen lips to find its place down the serpent’s throat, in the way only he can manage without truly choking; in the way he’s practiced for precisely this purpose. For Jiraiya and no other, that is, unless Tsunade happens to reach for a favorite toy, but that desire has not manifested.

Today, that is.  

Besides, Tsunade is far too busy in her current position, crouched beneath him with distractions of her own. While he kneels high to take Jiraiya’s cock, she mirrors him even lower, practicing her own deep-throating talents. Pure torment by any other name, and a true test of his self control - with his fangs so near tender flesh, no less.  

Jiraiya does love a good adrenaline high, but Orochimaru really should have been more careful when he posed the wording of this challenge.

Their ever-present cycle of erotic revenge always results in a three-way victory when they collapse together into a sweaty pile of sated lovers, but bragging rights are another thing entirely. Jiraiya, despite his usual stamina, is practically vibrating with the struggle to maintain his own discipline. It seems one point will be awarded to Orochimaru very shortly.

His fingers fist carelessly in Orochimaru’s hair, his rich baritone thrown towards a rasping inhale. “Just like that…”

The pace is stolen and the serpent can scarcely do anything but ensure that Jiraiya is not injured as he continues to fuck Orochimaru’s mouth and throat with relentless force. Tsunade, on the other hand, is toying with him in turn - taking her time to ply his flesh with every trick she’s memorized in her own quest to draw out his pleasure. 

Her hands drag over his skin, tracing his hips, and making his muscles twitch. Chakra charged fingertips tease, cupping his testes and teasing the rim of his ass, until he gives her the muffled moans she seeks. Tsunade licks and sucks him like she would while consuming a piece of hard candy, and if he could see her, he is almost certain that the look she gets when savoring such a sweet treat would be written all over her face.

But Jiraiya wants nothing of his distraction, and thus the sage pulls back sharply, shoving his cock down Orochimaru’s throat until the serpent’s nose hits skin, caught off-guard to the point that he actually gives a cough, eyes watering slightly. 

Preposterous to say the least. One point to the toad for the risky move, but it seems Jiraiya is not paying attention at all.

Because the sound and sight, exquisite as they must be, make Jiraiya groan instead. The sound is deep and rumbling from where Orochimaru rests locked against his flesh, nearly suffocating on his member. Whether his lover is close to release or not is of very little consequence when white spots slowly enter Orochimaru’s vision, but coupled with the pleasure twisting through his own body, spooling hot around his spine and drawing tighter and tighter, all he can focus on is the sight of Jiraiya’s face above him, clouding over in the haze of it all.

“I want to see you…” Jiraiya pants, “I want to see me - all over you, sweetie.”

He withdraws fully to give Orochimaru a teasing joke of a breath, then pushes past his lips for two rough thrusts before pulling back completely. 

At first, Orochimaru thinks his lover is merely going to come across his chest, painting him in his come, which has happened more times than he can count. Then sticky heat spatters his lips, his cheeks, and drips down his chin, leaving golden eyes wide in surprise and deep arousal - all of which spike higher as Tsunade chooses to make her presence known, teasing faster. Orochimaru moans, aloud this time, as his tongue darts out to catch errant drops of pearly seed while Jiraiya watches.

It’s all too clear that the sight is of such erotic power that his partner’s interest is hardly diminished; another moment and he will be demanding another round.

Orochimaru can see their princess now, and the sight of her enjoying him is everything he thought it would be. Decadent. Wicked. Perfect. For one who has never been a true voyeur, there is still little he can do to prevent his own crisis from hastening toward him with the speed and power of one of her punches. 

At once, Jiraiya’s mouth is hot against his ear, a brawny hand spreading over his throat and gripping the pulse points gently. “On her tits. Do it now.”

His body obeys the command before his conscious mind can even seek to comprehend the statement, let alone argue with it. His hand finds her cheek, drawing his member out of her mouth and helping her up just before he reaches his peak. Jiraiya reaches forward, taking him in hand - one hand at his throat, and one at his cock - rendering him almost incoherent in pleasure until at last several jets of spend burst across her ample breasts. 

Far more satisfying than it ought to be. Another point to the toad.

Jiraiya’s lips and teeth find his ear as he draws in from behind, pressing his very much revived ardor up against Orochimaru’s ass.

“I think it’s Hime’s turn to paint you in her pleasure, lover - but I think I can find something else to do in the meantime.” 

Orochimaru would normally bristle, perhaps even play the brat, but his bones feel made of gelatin at the moment, and the remnants of orgasm are still sparkling through his skin. Jiraiya may be winning this time, but that’s fine.