No cruelty, just two boys and their master~


Mega and Mint are kneeling side by side, shoulder to shoulder, and from the very beginning something is stretched like a string between them. The owner sits in an armchair, relaxed, with his pants down to his knees, and looks down at them for a long time, without haste, letting them both feel that nothing will start here until he decides.


Mint is the first to move forward. He's always the first, hungry, impatient, with those calm and cheeky green eyes that stay steady until his lips close. Mega jerks after him, elbowing him in the side, and Mint responds in kind — briefly, angrily, without looking up.


«Don't push,» —Mega hisses, and his voice is already broken, high-pitched.


«Then stay out of it,»— Mint replies calmly, and there's so much superiority in his tone that Mega flushes up and digs her fingers into his thigh, scratching.


They crowd each other like two dogs at the same bowl. Mint takes it deeper — he knows how, he has a tongue with a barbell, and he knows how to use it; he moves his head across the sky, and the owner exhales softly, contentedly from above. Mega sees this and gets angry — pushes him away with his shoulder, intercepts him, takes him the way he knows how: greedily, to tears, to saliva on his chin, and his fluffy tail beats on the floor. Mint does not lag behind. He sits on the side, licks the trunk, hooks his tongue where Mega does not reach, and they work in four lips, clashing tongues, snuffling, biting each other's lips in the struggle for a place.


He lets them do it. He likes to watch them fight.


«That's enough,»— he finally says, and they both freeze, raising their heads, wet and flushed.


They lean back on their heels, throw their heads back, and Mega breathes through his mouth, while Mint licks his lower lip, and his pierced eyebrow twitches with impatience. The owner takes the penis in his hand and works quickly, briefly, looking at the two faces raised to him, and when he comes up, he cums on their faces, generously, on their cheeks, on their lips, on their closed eyes, and Mint gets through the eye, and Mega through the nose, and both shudder when the drops fall hotly.


«Don't you dare wipe yourself,»— he says.


And they don't wipe off. They look at each other for a second, stained and panting, and something in that look changes. The rivalry doesn't disappear, it just reverses. Mega is served first — he bends down to Mint's face and runs his tongue over his cheekbone, slowly, from bottom to top, collecting. Mint exhales and reaches out to him in response, licks his cheek, the corner of his mouth, then his mouth itself, and they kiss, sharing what's left between them — dirty, greedily, with tongues, licking off each other, and Mint holds Megu by the back of his head, and Mega clings to his bun, and They're both still shaking.


The owner looks at them.


The owner lets them finish — he watches them lick each other, how their tongues slide over their cheeks, over their chins, how Mint tilts Megi's head back to reach his neck, and Mega hums down his throat. Then he stirs in his chair, and a sound—the creak of skin on skin—makes them both freeze and turn to look at him.


«Get up. Both.»


They get up, shakily, from their knees, and stand side by side — Mint is taller, calmer, with a still shiny face; Mega is shorter, disheveled, with a pounding heart, which can be seen by the way his ears are twitching.


«On the bed. Mint — on the back. Mega is on top, facing him.»


Mint goes to bed first, sprawled out, long and pale, the veins on his arms show like marble cracks, and his cock is already standing, pressed against his stomach. Mega climbs on top of him, knees on either side of his hips, and they're face to face, so close that their breaths mix. Mint reaches out and bites his lower lip, briefly, and Mega responds by digging into his neck, and red immediately appears on his pale skin.

He comes up from behind. He puts his hand on the back of Mega's neck, presses down — not hard, just to make him understand — and Mega bends over, sinks his chest onto Myata's chest, and his fluffy tail lifts up. He enters it slowly, and Mega moans right into Myata's mouth, and Mint catches this moan with her lips, and his hands lie on Mega's lower back, pressing.


«Don't relax,» —he says to Myata, and Myata grins, green eyes sparkling. «You're working too.»


And Myata works. As he moves into Mega, steadily, deeply, Myata slides his hand between their bodies, grabs Mega's cock and leads him to the beat, and Mega whines, torn between two sensations, and his claws scratch Myata's shoulder — four long stripes, immediately swelling red. Myata hisses through his teeth in pain, but he doesn't stop, just speeds up his hand, and the same thing appears in his eyes — thirst, childish and predatory at once.


«They're good,»— the owner says from above. — «Both are good.»


Mega sobs at these words, and Myata too, briefly, on an exhale, and they reach out to each other again, kissing wetly, dirty, clashing teeth and tongues, and their bodies move in the same rhythm — from bottom to top, from top to bottom — until Mega begins to tremble all over and ends Myata on the stomach, and Myata, squeezed between them, does not come after, almost simultaneously, with a long, broken moan.


He leaves Mega last and stands over them, watching them lie entwined, sticky, panting, and Myata has already pulled Megu to himself, nuzzled his nose into his neck, and Mega, despite everything, does not push away. His tail wrapped around Myata's leg.


«Stay down,»— he says. — «Don't go anywhere.»


And they're lying.