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Phone/Video-Call sex, Sex toys, Following instructions, Masturbation.
Word count: 2133
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Giggling to himself, Kokichi jumped onto the bed. His body bounced on the springy mattress, hell, he almost fell off the fucking edge. God, if only he could stop jumping on things only to almost fall and die. He grabbed his laptop, flicking it open and hurrying to pull up his video call app. Kokichi opened the chat labelled 'Kokichi's Whores' and called his two husbands.
Kokichi had been left home alone for a month, he hated it despite only being a week into the ordeal. Rantaro had to travel internationally for work and Shuichi went to visit a relative who lived a four-hour drive away. He hated being alone but it couldn't be helped sometimes. They'd return soon anyway, and he could always call them.
He cheered as he watched both husbands answer the call, their faces popping up on each half of the screen. Kokichi could see his recording in the bottom right corner, one thousand times smaller than the others'. "Hi, my sweet subordinates!"
"Hello to you too Kokichi," Shuichi chuckled.
"Hey my amazing little leader," Rantaro replied with a smirk. Kokichi frowned and turned his face to the side. He hated nicknames, they made him so happy that he couldn't keep his composure.
"S-So, how's the future Ami?" Kokichi chuckled, shaking away his blush. "You're a few hours ahead of us, right?"
"The future's boring. All I'm doing is researching ancient treasure that's probably eroded after this long," Rantaro chuckled. "How are you two?"
"I'm fine, my cousin's settled in now," Shuichi smiled. The reason he left was to help his cousin move into her own home. "I'll stay here for a bit longer since she's still a bit scared to be alone." He could be too nice sometimes. That's one of the many reasons Kokichi fell madly in love with him.
"That's nice! Now, I have a surprise for you two since you've abandoned me for so long!" Kokichi chuckled. He couldn't keep the grin from his face. No matter how much he tried to exaggerate his emotions in order to hide them, they wouldn't go away.
"It's been a week," Shuichi muttered.
"And?! That's an eternity!" Kokichi cried with a pout. "Now, keep your precious little asses parked and I'll be back in a few seconds!"
Turning the laptop around, Kokichi began stripping. He needed his husbands, in more ways than one, and he wasn't letting this chance pass him by. Only if the others wanted to do this, though. Rantaro and Shuichi continued talking through the call whilst he got ready. Reaching underneath the bed, Kokichi plopped three objects onto the bedsheets around him. It was his intention to use each one.
"I'm ready!" Kokichi called, turning the laptop and grinning. He revealed himself sitting with his legs in a w shape, sex toys spread around him. The other two had surprised faces for a moment. Rantaro's changed into a smirk before Shuichi began blushing furiously and hiding his face behind his hands. "Haha, bottom," Kokichi pointed, unable to resist the urge to tease his husband.
"You two alright to do this?" Rantaro asked.
"W-We don't have to, but I'd like to..." Kokichi mumbled, dropping the confident persona. Rantaro threw him off a little, he didn't expect him to accept it instantly. Had Rantaro been fantasising of the same thing?
"I'm alone for a few hours..." Shuichi mumbled, removing his hands from his face. He still hid it by staring off to the side.
"Alright, get ready then! Before I get limper than old celery!" Kokichi huffed. He crossed his arms, shifting to sit on his knees as he watched the others strip and set up their laptops. There wasn't a thing in the world that would get him to admit the thought of doing this made him so hard it hurt. Rantaro and Shuichi could probably tell though. They were smart.
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