Falling: How to Survive as a Cannon Fodder

HTSCF CH 021 I want to be the very best like no one ever was. (NSFW)

Beta: Jeannette

A/N: More Pokémon-inspired chapter titles! Also, warning, NSFW in this chapter. What can I say? This is the smut arc.

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In the cave where the bedding was set up—recently replaced by a large bearskin—lighting was poor, as the moonlight reaching through the opening on top of the cave didn't reach there. Three men were lying together, the shortest one in the middle, the black-haired one on his right, and the silver-haired one on his left.

Though it was dark, beastmen with their keen senses could still see relatively well, even Jun, who could discern that his two perverts were close to losing their control. Jun was staring pointedly at the ceiling of the cave, but the two men were both on their sides overlooking him, their cheeks resting on their palms.

"How old are you, Faye?" Elior asked in a husky voice.

"... 18 soon. And don't call me Faye, call me Jun." If he included the time spent in the past two worlds, he might be around 20, but he had none of his original memory so could he be even older?

"Jun. That suits you better." Elior smiled. "You've been an adult for less than a year. I'm 33 and Azazel is 37."

In other words, they had been bachelors for a very long time and their repressed desires over the years had been stirred by Jun since meeting him. Although Azazel and Elior could be considered "old bachelors," beastmen were capable of living very long lives, as long as there were colossal cores available and they were capable of attaining them, so their age difference with Jun wasn't much of an issue.

"Do you know what happens when you become an adult?" Azazel asked, his hand on Jun's hip. Not waiting for an answer, he continued. "They start searching for a mate."

Elior's hand slid across Jun's chest, lightly touching those soft pale pink nipples. "Become our mate, Jun."

As he fidgeted under their touch, he gave them a mental eye roll. It was always "let's get married" or "you're mine." In this world, those sentiments turned into "become our mate." Though he had known them in this world for a little over a week, combined with the time of the previous two worlds, one could say they had been dating for half a year and had done everything except the final step.

Jun was still half a virgin. He had always known he was gay and was interested in sex but had never fallen for anyone. He didn't have a type, but he could now say for certain that he had feelings for Azazel and Elior. Whatever misgivings or uncertainties he had before dispelled.

"Ok."

(Here comes the NSFW)

Just two syllables and Elior immediately held Jun's cheeks to lure him in for a kiss, slipping his tongue in to taste him. Their tongues entangled and Elior greedily lapped up all the sweet juices made between them.

"How do you taste so sweet?" Elior asked in between their exchange.

Wanting a taste too, Azazel separated them and replaced Elior with himself. "He's right, you do taste sweet."

Not an overwhelming sweet, but a subtle lingering sweetness that rendered them addicted and thirsting for more. Elior ran his hand down the side of Jun's torso, tickling him until he reached his hip and slipped his hand under the small loincloth.

"Mmm!"

As a snake beastman, Elior didn't have much body heat and was usually cold. The feeling of a cold hand on him there was too abrupt and foreign. While Elior stroked him slowly, he shifted his body closer to grind his hardness against Jun, emitting a low growl.