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Oni Boyfriends: Mori & Uji 2 (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2021-02-15 21:00:59 +0000 UTCIt takes me a bit to build my strength back up, but I do so by cleaning dishes in the kitchen, as well as washing Uji’s brushes. I start doing errands for them around the house, cleaning and the like, as well as beginning the process of making the ten masks for Master Oyama. I have so much going on in my head though, sometimes it feels like I am not doing the best work that I possibly could. My feelings for Mori and Uji are at the forefront, as well as my guilt in knowing that I am lying to them about who I am. I want to tell them the truth, but doing that could possibly ruin my chances of studying under Master Oyama. Madam Saeki warned me not to tell the truth of my heritage, but she never told me why. Is it bad? Is being only half Oni something frowned upon? I wish I knew, but I also wanted to stay in Mori and Uji’s good graces for as long as I could. But I knew that keeping up the lie would only make it much worse.
I begin crying over a mask one day thinking about all this. It’s a bit much for me, especially since this is the first time I’ve ever felt connected to anything of my heritage. Mori comes in to see me weeping and he kneels down beside me.
“Kiri, what’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry,” I sniffle. “I just-” I look at the mask before me. “I was just thinking about my mom.”
Mori pulls me into a huge and those big arms of his, along with his warm, soft belly, make me feel so safe and comfortable. “I lost my mother when I was young too. I was raised by my Grandmother. Even now, there are days where I still miss her.”
“Thanks Mori,” I snuggle up to his big chest, resting my cheek against him. He smells like ginger and cardamom.
He pets up the back of my nec. “Anytime Kiri, Uji and I have both come to see you as one of our own.”
“Really?” I ask shyly.
“What’s going on?” Uji comes into the room quietly. “Am I missing out on anything?”
Mori chuckles. “Comforting Kiri. Saw her crying and I couldn’t bear it.”
Uji places his hand atop my head. “Is there something you want to talk about?”
It bubbles up inside me that he knows I am not Half-Orc. “No,” I whisper. “Just missing my mother is all.”
“You can talk to us about anything, Kiri. Here, you’re family to us.” Uji places a soft kiss upon my temple and I could melt into a puddle.
“Thanks,” I sniffle.
Mori kisses my cheek as well, and my fate as a puddle is cemented. “You have us both from now on. So don’t forget us when you’re a master mask maker.”
“How could I?” I giggle.
One evening, after having fallen asleep while carving, I wake up in the middle of the night. My lantern is snuffed out and I am very thirsty. I get up to go to the kitchen, but when I do, I see that the light is still on and it sounds like Mori is still inside. I then hear Uji talking and I peek inside to make sure I will not interrupt anything. That is when I see Mori knelt down before Uji who is completely naked. He has his hand wrapped around Mori’s ponytail and is moaning in pleasure.
Uji throws his head back and shuts his eyes tight. “Mori, yes, that feels amazing.” I have seen faces like that before back home, but Uji’s is special. The way he breathes even makes me want what he says.
I gulp watching for a second longer. I start to turn to leave, but as I do, Soso jumps from the shadows, scaring the absolute shit out of me. I scream and fall through the open kitchen door. I plop down on the kitchen floor with Soso on top of my head, chewing at one of my hair buns.
“You heathen monkey!” I try to pull him from me so I can escape.
“Kiri?” Uji gasps. Mori rises from his knees, looking back while Uji covers himself.
I quickly cover my eyes with Soso’s body, and he continues to chew on my hair bun. “I’m so sorry!” I then push Soso towards them and stand up. “It was Soso! I didn’t see anything-” I run into the wall as I try to leave. “Ow!” I grab my nose.
“Easy there,” Mori comes over to me. “Oh dear, she’s bleeding.”
“Almost decent, I’ll get a cloth.” Uji says, rushing in tying up his robe.
Mori tries to move my hands away from my face. “Come now, let me see the damage here.” He walks me over to the counter where Uji has a damp rag prepared.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” I bleat as they finally move my hands from my face.
Uji puts a rag to my face. “Don’t be sorry.”
“I didn’t see anything!” I’m muffled by the rag.
Mori snorts. “Was there something to see?”
I peek an eye open at them and feel my body rush warm with embarrassment as well as desire. I quickly look away from them.
“That was all our fault. Not yours.” Uji checks the rag to see if my nose is still bleeding. “We weren’t exactly being smart about it,” he scoffs.
“You were asking for it,” Mori jibes. “Next time, Kiri, just come right on in. Uji likes that sort of thing.”
Uji gives Mori a seething glare.
I keep my eyes averted. “It’s your house, you can do whatever you like inside it. I’m a guest, I should be the careful one.”
“You’re just as much a part of this house as anybody,” Uji replies cooly. “We told you that you’re part of our lives now, Kiri.”
“But-” I want to tell them the truth, to know for sure that I would belong. I don’t want to lie to them anymore if I am really a part of their lives now. Tears rise up in my eyes and I have to pull back from them.
Uji stops Mori from coming in to hug me. “Go on,” Uji says gently. “What is it Kiri?”
I sniffle but it hurts my nose horribly, making the tears come quicker. “I have to tell you both something, and I’m worried it may change how you see me.” I look at them, still holding the cloth to my nose. “I was told when I left home to not tell who I really was. But I don’t want to hide from you two because-” I look up at them, seeing them both watching me with concern. Mori is holding Uji’s hand tightly. “Because my feelings for the two of you are more than just…” I hold back from nerves. “I am not Half-Orc,” I confess shakily. I swallow down the painful wedge in my throat. “I’m Half-Oni.”
Uji sighs and looks to Mori. “I had a feeling that might be the case. Your tusks didn’t exactly look like Orc tusks.” He glances back at me. “Were you told why you should lie?”
I shake my head. “I just assumed it wasn’t okay.”
“For a long time, Shimokobe was closed off to the rest of the world. So some of the old timers still think that Half-Oni are a danger to our way of life.” Uji steps forward and places his palm upon my cheek. He moves away the rag and uses it to clean up my face. “But that certainly isn’t true.”
“Can I hug her now?” Mori whimpers.
Uji smiles, stepping aside so Mori can wrap me up in his arms. I hug him tight too, weeping gently onto his massive shoulder.
“I don’t care what you are Kiri!” Mori whispers to me. “You’re you and you could be a purple bell pepper for all I cared!”
I laugh softly and sniffle, but my nose still hurts. “I didn’t want to lie to you both anymore. I care about you too much!”
Uji places his arm around me as well, resting his cheek upon my forehead. “We care about you as well, Kiri. You don’t need to hide anything from us, and we will not hide anything from you.” He then takes my hand, leading Mori and I towards their bedroom.
Their bed is quite large, of course, it has to fit both of them. Their room is decorated with paintings and some of Uji’s calligraphy. The large fireplace is lit, casting the room in a warm glow. Uji sits me down, taking my hair out of the buns and combing out what Soso has chewed and spit on. Mori lays down beside me, placing his head in my lap as Uji plays with my hair.
“I grew up in a brothel,” I tell them. “My mother came from Shimokobe, but I grew up there in Rakshasa Country.”
“It’s more common than you think,” Uji says softly. “Lots of people left Shimokobe just before the war broke out. That included the bustling sex trade. Lots of our brothels and entertainers left for more chances.” Uji’s long fingers brushed down along my scalp.
“I never knew anything about Shimokobe until I actually came here,” I murmur. “The closest I got was when Madam Saeki taught me mask making.” I smooth my palm over Mori’s forehead, tracing around his horns and down his widow’s peak. “I learned a lot from the women in the brothel, but nothing about my heritage.”
“Did you work in the brothel?” Mori asks.
I shake my head. “I worked for the brothel, but never inside it. I ran errands, did chores, lots of those sorts of things. But Madam Saeki didn’t think I’d be a draw for customers. Which I was grateful for.” My fingers are still on Mori’s skin. “I’ve actually never…”
“Have you ever wanted to partake in such activities?” Uji asks.
“I have certainly been curious,” I respond. “But I’ve never felt the urge until recently.” I clam up when I feel I have said too much.
Mori sits up with a deep chortle. “What has happened recently?”
“Don’t tease her tonight, darling, she’s been through enough.” Uji runs his fingers through my hair one last time.
I fidget in place on the bed, biting my lip as they both watch me. “Do you two like girls?” I ask quietly, almost hoping they don’t hear me.
“Women,” Mori corrects. “And yes. Uji and I both enjoy all genders.”
I gulp and fidget on the table top. “So even I could-” Mori’s brow raises as Uji looks away shyly. “I mean. Hypothetically,” I try to cover. “If I were into such a thing or you two were even a thought,” I laugh nervously. “Oops! Look at that, it’s time for me to die!” I try to scurry away but Uji holds me.
“We want you to focus on creating those masks for Oyama,” Uji says. “We don’t want to distract you at all. But the thought has run between Mori and I a few times. We’ve both grown deeply fond of you, Kiri. So, hypothetically, you are always welcome to join us.”
“Really?” My voice squeaks.
Uji slips his long fingers along my cheek. “Really.” He then gently kisses my temple. “But like I said, focusing on your craft is what is important right now. I will not allow you to forgo that for us.”
Mori snuggles up close, kissing my cheek as well. “You’ve been through enough tonight anyways. You should get some sleep.”
I look down then back into their eyes. “Can I stay here with you?”
Uji breaks into a big smile. “Nothing would be more delightful.”
I’m sandwiched between the two of them that night, cuddled and coddled in such a warm cocoon of limbs and blankets. I’m so excited I think I may never fall asleep, but I am pulled under so fast I don’t realize it until morning.
I wake in bed with just Uji, who is sitting up a reading. He lays back down beside me when he realizes I am awake and strokes his hand through my hair. “Sleep well?” He asks.
I nod, rubbing my eyes. “Where’s Mori?”
“Making breakfast.” He kisses my forehead. “He’ll bring it to us in bed.”
I snuggle to his bare chest, finding his skin smells like cool air and smoke. His arm trails down my back and I shiver slightly.
“Are you cold?” He asks. I shake my head, causing him to chuckle. “Thank you for telling us the truth last night. I know it must have been difficult.”
“I feel better having said it,” I sigh. “I just wish I had done it sooner.”
Uji kisses the top of my head. “I’m sure it will have no effect on Oyama either. So do not worry about studying with him. Once you are done there, we want you to come back home to us, unless there is something important where you grew up.”
I kiss Uji’s neck and he moans quietly. “I want to come back here. I want to stay in Shimokobe.”
Uji dips his head down, placing a soft kiss upon my lips. “Then this is your home, Kiri.”
I’m so breathless from the kiss I chase after it again. I kiss Uji lovingly, even a bit hungrily. Uji grants each kiss to me, moving his hand to my face to keep me steady. He smiles at me with a chuckle, taking another kiss before Mori walks in with breakfast.
“What’s this?” He sets the food aside and dusts his hands. “Should I step out to let you both finish?” He teases.
Uji waves his hand. “No, no, come and partake.”
“Food will get cold.” He kneels down onto the bed as I sit up to meet him. His tusks move to either side of my head as he kisses me. I lean in, taking more kisses as Uji stands, going to the breakfast tray and pouring his tea.
I pull Mori down onto the bed, hooking my leg around his thigh as our kisses deepen. The ladies of the Brothel had taught me a thing or two about kissing, but I had never put it into practice before.
Uji clears his throat. “Breakfast is getting cold.”
Mori chuckles and kisses my ear, whispering into it. “I’d make you my breakfast in an instant.”
I snort and giggle, covering my mouth so I didn’t make too much noise.
“I heard that,” Uji chuckles.
Mori helps me up and offers me tea. Thankfully, it’s not that nasty stuff Uji makes us all drink first thing in the morning.
“She needs to get a mask done today. After all, she must complete ten before spring. We can’t be distracting her with our own wants and needs.” Uji fusses.
“Can you follow your own advice?” Mori jabs.
Uji sniffs and pushes his long hair from his face. “I will try my hardest.”
After breakfast and a few more kisses, I go to work. With so much off my mind, I am able to complete the rough cut of the mask before dinner. Tomorrow I’ll be able to smooth it out, finish the fine details, and have it prepped for painting the next day. I’m so proud of my work, I’m eager to continue, but I know I need to pace myself or else I could wind up making a mistake. So I take my time, going slow each day, crafting perhaps the most beautiful mask I have ever made.
I hurriedly take it to show Uji and Mori. “If I keep this pace up I will for sure have the ten done by spring to take to Master Oyama.”
“It’s very beautiful,” Uji says.
Mori looks it over, a contemplative look on his face. “What will you call it?”
“Uh-” I stop dead in my tracks. “I’m not sure.”
“Names can take longer than even the crafting,” Mori replies. “Oyama is stickler to those sorts of things. You can’t just name it anything.”
“I know.” I take the mask back. “I just wanted to show you two what I’ve been working on all this time.”
Uji takes me by the hand and pulls me between them. “Then we should reward you, shouldn’t we Mori?”
Mori smirks. “What would you like Kiri?”
My face burns as one thing comes to mind, but I couldn’t possibly ask for that. “It’s okay, really! Only one mask.”
“But you worked so hard. Certainly you would like something for all that effort.” Uji offers again.
“Maybe some more kisses,” I say shyly.
“We’ve got lots of those,” Mori chuckles.
I bit my lip. “And cuddling?”
“Of course.” Uji slips his arm around my back.
“Could I be...naked?” I feel absolutely silly asking for this, but I can’t help myself.
Mori and Uji both chuckle. “If you would really like that,” Mori says. “It would for sure be a treat.”
“It’s not too ridiculous?” I giggle.
“Not at all.” Uji stands, leading the way to the bedroom. He makes sure Soso isn’t in and closes the door. I stand there awkwardly, unsure of what to do. I then see Mori taking off his clothes and I suck my breath in. Uji disrobes as well, dropping his clothes to the floor then fanning out his long hair. I fidget with my clothes, forgetting how they work and how to take them off. I’m just so awed by Uji and Mori’s naked forms that I can’t think of anything else.
“Come here, Kiri.” Mori offers out his hand to me. “Let us help you with those.”
“Oh-okay!” I take his hand and he leads me between him and Uji. They hands smooth over my body, under my clothes, moving them away from my skin. I shiver all over, excited and nervous for what’s to come. Uji’s hand goes down my back, Mori’s hands take hold of my hips. Their lips fall on my shoulders, my arms, my chest.
“Would you like to lay down, Kiri?” Uji breathes into my ear.
I nod shakily and Mori lays me down. I lay against the sheets, trembling slightly as they both touch and fawn over me. Uji kisses my chest and neck, Mori kisses my belly and legs. I whimper softly, trying to remember to breathe.
“Do you mind if I kiss further down?” Mori whispers to me. His fingers slip along my belly to my mound and his fingers then curl around my thigh, squishing it between them.
I feel dizzy. “You want to?”
Mori grins against my cheek. “Very much.”
I nod. “Okay. I’d like that.”
Uji kisses my cheek as Mori moves down. “He’s very good with his mouth,” he whispers to me. “Don’t worry.” His hand moves down, cupping the back of my thigh and lifting it up as Mori lowers himself down. He scoops his palms under my ass, lifting me slightly off the bed.
I squeak nervously, covering my face with my hands. Uji kisses my breasts, tickling the sensitive nipple with his long tongue. Below, Mori kisses and kneads at my mound, moving down to kiss my thighs, and then right between. I squirm at first, unused to the sensation. He slowly warms me up, kissing and touching before spreading me open. I squeak and Uji kisses me.
“Mori loves to please,” he whispers. “He wants to pamper you.”
Mori’s tongue licks me and I lose my breath. “It feels weird! Slimy-” I lose my breath as his tongue hits against my clit and he stays there.
“Do you want him to stop?” Uji purrs.
I shake my head as Mori’s tongue circles my clit, he growls low in his throat but is vibrates all throughout my loins. “It feels-” I pant. “It feels-” Uji grabs my hand as my breathing becomes erratic.
“Feels wonderful doesn’t it?” He moans. “That soft, warm tongue licking you, pressing against you. Bringing out all those powerful and breathtaking feelings.” He kisses my neck and cheek. “Making you wet, making you want more.” He smiles. “Should Mori use his fingers?”
“He has such big hands,” I giggle dreamily.
Mori’s fingers slides up against me and he moans again against my clit. “His fingers feel wonderful inside. I promise.”
I look down, seeing Mori’s eyes focused on me. I nod silently, arching my back a little so Mori can move. He growls again, slipping his finger inside me. I bite my lip, squeezing tight around his digit as he plunges inside.
“How does he feel?” Uji whispers.
“Big,” I whimper. “Nice.”
Uji bites the tip of my ear. “I’m rather jealous. I bet you feel divine.”
Mori lifts his head, chuckling softly. “If you’re so jealous, then why not join me?”
Uji dips down, kissing Mori and licking his lips. The sight is enough to make my head want to pop. Uji chuckles, replacing Mori between my legs, careful not to poke me with his tusks. His long, elegant fingers slip inside me while his lips pucker around my clit.
“Mori!” I whimper loudly.
He lays beside me, fondling my breasts as he puts his arm around my back. “Having fun still? Need a break?”
I press my face against his chest and whimper. “No! Please don’t stop.” I place my hand upon his thigh. “I want to keep going.”
Mori moans softly. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
I slowly pet up his thigh, feeling his shaft against my fingertips. “Mori,” I mewl. I then squeal as UJi’s fingers begin to move.
“That’s it, Kiri.” Mori kisses me, swirling his tongue into my mouth. I grab hold of his cock in my hand, feeling how thick and hot he is. Uji’s fingers curl and suddenly, I come undone. I am overtaken by this overwhelming surge inside me. It splits me, it joins me back, it spills me like milk onto the floor. I have to lay back for a while, deep breathing and cupping my hands around my mouth.
“Breathe,” Uji coaxes. “Deep breaths.”
I giggle softly. “Oh wow!”
Mori kisses my cheek. “Still with us?”
I nod and smile blissfully up at them. “I feel ascended. Wow!”
Uji lays down beside me, kissing my shoulder and back. “Glad we could make you feel so good.”
“I didn’t know it could feel that way.” I reach out for Mori, kissing him lovingly. I feel him poke against my belly and then he angles his hips to move it away. “What about you two though?”
“This is your reward, Kiri.” Uji replies.
I reach down, brushing my fingertips against Mori’s cock. “Can I touch it?” I ask.
Mori moves his hips, placing himself in my palm. He moans as I stroke him, feeling his hard shaft and veins. “Uji? You can touch me with yours if you like?”
Uji chuckles, rubbing himself against the back of my thigh. He feels quite long while Mori is short and thick. “You’re too kind, Kiri.”
I whimper softly, feeling myself become aroused again by this. I move down, letting Uji continue to rub against me as I kiss the tip of Mori’s cock. I look up at him, asking for permission with my eyes. He moves my hair away and nods. I kiss his tip again, slowly darting my tongue out over him. Uji rises, lifting my hips up into the air. He slides his cock between my thighs and rolls his hips. I moan against Mori’s cock, and above me, the two kiss passionately.
I rise up, kissing Mori then turning to kiss Uji. We all fall onto the bed together. I’m guided on top of Mori, letting him inside me. Uji enters Mori, using a sweet oil from the bedside. When Uji moves, Mori thrusts inside me. Uji presses down against my back, kissing me and moaning into my ear. When one moves, we all feel it, we’re all connected, feeling the same thrusts, deep breaths, and sweet desire. I lose my breath several times, taken by both Mori and Uji as the night wears on.
I am raw and elated by the time the sun rises. Mori and Uji are exhausted as well, both snoring beside me. Despite how loose my legs feel, I get up and make breakfast for all of us, letting them rest after such a long, delirious night. As I am getting the rise off the stove, I hear them calling for me.
“Breakfast is almost ready,” I say as I step back into the bedroom, wearing Uji’s robe. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Can you come back for a moment?” Uji asks.
I nod, climbing back into bed with them. “Is something wrong?”
Mori grabsme, hugging me tight as they pull me back into bed. “Last night was wonderful,” he says happily.
“It really was.” Uji snuggles up to me. “We wanted to be better lovers last night, but we fell asleep.”
“Lovers,” I coo the word. “No, it’s okay! I was exhausted too.”
“Now you’re making breakfast,” Uji breathes. “You’re far too wonderful.”
“How are you feeling?” Mori asks. “We weren’t too rough last night.”
I giggle softly. “I am fine. My legs feel a little unhinged, but aside from that, you were both perfectly amazing.”
“Good,” Mori relaxes.
“You’re part of our lives forever now, Kiri.” Uji whispers. “Our friend, our lover, our partner, as long as you want it.”
I don’t have to think too hard about that. “Of course I do!”
Both relax and melt together with me. “Good,” Mori replies. “Once your training is done, we have big plans for our lives.”
I smile happily with tears in my eyes. “I can’t wait.”
