#q.mumbles

++ When Osamu is upset, he has no problem expressing himself, especially when his old teammates are present so he can show the perfect demonstration.

He's not petty enough to humiliate you in front of the others by spanking you or some shit, though he has thought about it on multiple occasions. He likes to think of himself as a lenient guy. He has more subtle ways of humiliating you. For instance, ignoring you while you're showing him affection or giving you a look that makes you feel dumb; it's all about giving you a chance to behave yourself and think about what you've done.

And he thinks the time has truly presented himself because of the day's events. It was supposed to be a nice day, just him and the guys with you in his arms. Unfortunately, your attitude the entire day has been bratty, to say the least. Yes, the term brat is cringey and overused, but how else could he describe you taking up Suna's offer to sit in his lap when he refused to let you sit in his? Maybe disrespectful is another good description because every time he looks over at you in his best friend's lap, that's all he can see— a disrespectful brat.

Furthermore, he's not the only one that notices; everyone else in the room does too, and he's not too keen on it. He doesn't like the way all of his old teammates and friends get a first row seat to your distasteful little display. He's not fond of how his own brother is telling him how awkward it must be to see you on another man's lap. He's most definitely not happy with how you're laughing along with Suna at some dumb joke he just made. He feels as if his tactics to fix your behavior have been too lenient; probably why you're still showing your ass.

That's when he decides to clear up the air and beckons you over, telling you he wants to talk to you about something. You expected him to tell you to behave like he usually did, but what you didn't expect was him to bring you down between his thighs and nudge your face towards the apparent tent straining against his pants.

You were confused. This wasn't how your Samu handled things. He's patient and discreet when dealing your tantrums, but this wasn't patient nor discreet. You would've asked him about it if it weren't for the grip he had on the back of your head. He was pushing your face so close to his bulge that your nose was practically touching it.

"If yer gonna show out, might as well give 'em a good show."

Once he sees you gulp and reach to undo his pants, he knows the crisis is averted.

See? He didn't yank his cock out and shove it down your throat.

He's a lenient guy.

++ Lev is hot, and he knows it. You know it. He knows that you know it. He knows that everyone knows it. It's by the way your eyes lingered on his face and scanned his ectomorphic body that loomed over the people around him. How the model's lively, emerald eyes veered from face to face as more people crowded around him, as anyone who has taste pushed and brushed up against him. Some of them being a little too friendly, while others painstakingly beared their veneers when the model respectfully dismissed each underhanded compliment. And you, you weren't so sure why you were there.

You sure can't remember with Lev's thick cock slamming into that one spot, turning you into complete mush. The whiney whimpers that escaped you reverberated off of the closet wall. His iron-like grip holds your hips still so he could continue his onslaught.

"Don't worry about them, doll. Worry about how you're going to walk after this."