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Harada Sanosuke: Analysis | Hakuoki

Please keep in mind that everything in the following post is my opinion and will contain spoilers for the Hakuoki games: Kyoto Winds and Edo Blossoms as well as the anime. Also disputing talk of assault.

I don't get the hate towards Harada. I have seen so many posts or comments talking about how Harada is this borderline sexist, possessive dude who doesn't allow Chizuru to come out of her shell and makes her this damsel in distress. Also, how he doesn't have any character besides "I want to meet a beautiful woman and have a family and a nice house by the ocean". So, first of all, there is nothing wrong with being a damsel in distress, I wholeheartedly believe that Chizuru would've died the night she came to Kyoto or been eaten by the furies had the Shinsengumi not saved her, she isn't helpless I know that but she isn't a warrior either and she is no match for furies or trained soldiers, Harada knows this. As for his stereotypical view on genders, he never uses them in a way to harm anyone and always has Chizuru's best interest in mind.

At the last leg of Kyoto Winds, if you're romancing him, he tells Chizuru that "the battlefield is no place for a woman" believe me, I was put off to hear that but he follows it by saying "and you're not a warrior" and he isn't wrong again. Chizuru is not a fighter and she would very likely die or not be able to fight in a battle for various reasons. He doesn't necessarily mean "you're woman and you don't belong in battle" he basically means that she isn't a woman who's a warrior.

Chizuru isn't weak. She's strong but not in a masculine sense, her strengths lie elsewhere, in, I suppose what most would consider "feminine" aspects of life. She is a woman of the 1800s and is good at things that women are expected to be good at in those times and has done very brave things like risking her life coming to Kyoto. The reality is that she is a good cook, she knows a good bit of healing, she can clean and she works very hard to keep everyone's spirits up, she has some skill with a sword but not enough to fight trained samurai or rabid furies. She does owe the Shinsengumi and she knows this, that is commendable. All this doesn't make her weak or small or a damsel in distress, she does all she can and what she's good at; just like Harada does what he's good at and that's fighting to protect people, he often talks about how being a Samurai isn't about fighting, it's about protecting women and children (please remember that this is during a time when MOST women were still homemakers). Despite wanting to embody the epitome of masculinity, people tend to forget that Harada is very kind and gentle towards Chizuru, asks her about her thoughts and feelings and does the same in return, tells her to let herself feel what she feels and not hide it which are also qualities that aren't toxic or toxically masculine, in fact, in those days they would've been considered feminine and weak. People don't tend to like the fact that Harada's route more human and doesn't allow Chizuru to find out more about her demon blood and I agree. I do wish that the devs would've added more story to Chizuru and her bloodline in Harada's route aside from the romance. Harada doesn't seem to mind that she is a demon, as he has said plenty of times and it would only make sense if she wants to know more about her family and where she comes from, which would make her choice to live as a human feel more earned and satisfactory. Edo Blossoms in general was a very rushed game and feels more so like an epilogue than a proper story like Kyoto Winds which is a shame but oh well.

Harada has never struck out to me as someone who is possessive or even misogynistic. As a lover, he wants to look out for Chizuru and protect her, as every partner should. Even as a friend, he wants to look out for her because he swore to protect her, like the other Shinsengumi men and Harada likes to keep his promises. His flirty remarks here and there are just part of his personality and how he is, he likes to joke around, be carefree and make girls blush and he knows his limits, something that he calls Nagakura out on, saying "you don't understand when a girl starts to get uncomfortable", something along those lines I believe. Although Chizuru is a predefined character who has her own thoughts and feelings, most tend to forget that she is still being played by the player and many tend to self-insert themselves in the game like I did. A lot of her personality changes with who she romances. With Harada, her whole self-inflicted angst is that she is a monster and he's a human, hence he'll never like her the way she likes him (remember that Chizuru has had a crush on him for a while now and Harada knows this as he fancies her too but he doesn't push it because he doesn't want to cause complications) Harada only properly says he loves Chizuru when SHE confesses to him, saying that he has always had putting his feelings into words which is something I can relate to.

Most people have qualms with a scene that comes a while after this, where Chizuru decides to leave for Edo alone because she doesn't want the man she loves to have to choose between his best friend and her, the woman he loves. So, let me break it down: When she goes to say goodbye, Harada gets sad and says "you're not even gonna bother consulting me, are you?" to which Chizuru replies "that's right, I'm telling you. Right now." Harada gets a bit upset after this and that is valid, he brings up a fair point that this is war and if they separate now, there's a very likely chance they won't see each other again. And Chizuru knows this. They are a couple and couples make decisions together, her telling him that she is going to go to Edo by herself is hurtful if you put yourself in Harada's shoes. Being told such a thing would get anyone angry, he isn't mad at her because she wants to go alone, he's mad because she didn't even bother talking to him about it. She calls herself pathetic and says that she feels like she is a burden to him. This is self-deprecation on Chizuru's part, not Harada's, from the beginning, he has wanted to care for her and protect her. He has never seen it as a burden or something that bothers him, it truly makes him happy to do so. Harada contemplates and says that he has never wanted much from life, only to be with a beautiful woman, have a beautiful home and some peace and quiet and he has had plenty of opportunities to do so but he never did because he couldn't commit but now that he has found Chizuru, he finally feels like he can be happy with someone and commit to the good, idyllic life that he wants. He points out that she chose him and told him that she wanted to spend her life with him so; according to me, her choosing to go to Edo alone is a bit counter-intuitive, it's almost as if she came to say "goodbye" to Harada hoping he'd change her mind. It is also a bit selfish on Chizuru's part because they are in this together, even if he went on to fight with Nagakura, he'd keep worrying about how Chizuru is and what happened to her. Honestly, this whole scene would've gone a lot better if she just talked to him about it rather than tell him.

Another scene which seems to put people off is their kiss in the beginning of Edo Blossoms, Chizuru is sad and distressed because of how Sanan has been speaking to her and basically threatening her, telling her that she doesn't care about the the Shinsengumi and has concocted a lie about Heisuke, saying he's getting worse (we don't know this to be false at this point in the game) and has told her to not tell Harada about it because he may get angry and that might cause him to want to leave altogether. After days of not talking to one another, Harada has had enough and asks Chizuru why she is so sad and crying, she ends up getting very hysterical and doesn't give him a clear answer for obvious reasons, not knowing what to do, Harada kisses her out of the blue. Now, I have heard that this is assault or harassment by harada because "he kisses her against her will" but I disagree. The definition(s) of assault according to the Cambridge dictionary is:

to attack someone violently.

to make a sudden, violent attack on someone.

And harrasment:

behaviour that annoys or upsets someone

behaviour that annoys or troubles someone

illegal behaviour towards a person that causes mental or emotional suffering which includes repeated unwanted contacts without a reasonable purpose, insults, threats, touching or offensive language.

behaviour towards someone that is threatening or that annoys or upsets them.

If it was assault and/or harrasment, Chizuru wouldn't have liked it (and we know she did) and she had every opportunity to push him away but she doesn't. Chizuru is a decently strong woman and she would never tolerate any form of mistreatment. Even if her efforts were futile, she wouldn't stand being kissed by someone she doesn't like. Besides, if one has played Kyoto Winds, they know that Harada knows Chizuru and respects her, he wouldn't do something to her that he knew she wouldn't like. He is also not the kind to assault someone, a big part of his personality is protecting the helpless. Harada knows she likes him and she does, we as the player know this and Harada likes her, even if it is unspoken or she chooses to be oblivious of it (but it isn't since at the end of Kyoto Winds, Harada tells her "when you fall for someone, you want to protect them always"). Besides, this is a romance in a video game. Inserting myself in this scenario, as I'm sure many of us do when playing these games, I would not categorise this as assault, I'd want to be kissed by my crush. Eventually, it does help her calm down and she is able to talk to Harada about what she's been going through and he looks out for her. Those saying it's "unrealistic" to do such a thing, this is an anime game taking place in the mid 1800s where a woman is surrounded by a harem of men who look after her, oh and also, demons. Of course its unrealistic, it's a video game. In reality, she'd have died the night she came to Kyoto or worse.

Harada's Personality:

Harada is a bit of a complex, he's simple but he's not. He is hyper masculine but he's very gentle and kind. He likes the ideal of protecting the helpless, even in a relationship, he sees it as a man's job to protect the woman he loves. Some may call this sexist but I don't think so, as a partner, you want to protect your significant other, whether it is physically or emotionally. Either both can do it or just one, in some relationships that works, that is, if the other doesn't expect the same in return and that's absolutely fine. As a straight female, I adore the idea that the man I love would want to protect me, it is heartwarming to hear such a thing from your significant other and for them to put it into action. Harada is one of those people, he wants to protect Chizuru and doesn't expect her to do the same, mostly because she can't. She isn't too skilled physically so it only makes sense that Harada would be the physical protector. This doesn't make him sexist, it is just his preference. And there is nothing wrong with a man being physically dominant or being the protector in a relationship, some people like myself are into that. It doesn't make a woman weak to be physically protected by her partner, her strengths may lie elsewhere like Chizuru's do. She is very grounded and allows Harada to be more open, which in a sense is emotional protection. He opens up to her about his feelings and thoughts and things he's always wanted from life. Things, he's never even told his closest friends. She looks after him in a more traditionally feminine ways and is happy doing so. Harada is very level-headed and always tries to put himself in other people's shoes before making a decision, he's thoughtful and dutiful. He sees being a samurai not being about fighting or gaining glory but about protecting the weak which is a quality that's difficult to find. He cares deeply for his friends and comrades, has learnt from his foolish mistakes as a boy which has made him a sensitive, sensible and mature person. His flirtiness and tendency to joke around with people is just a character trait that makes him approachable and playful, it isn't immaturity. As for him calling Chizuru an "idiot" or "stupid", well, one can argue that she was being stupid and idiotic in those instances, she is a very passive character and tends to become very self-deprecating at times which can be frustrating, Harada has the patience of a monk, most people would just get annoyed. And besides, I don't know about you, but I'd prefer to be called out on my idiocy by my partner. Also, the way harada says it, sounds more playful than malicious.

I adore his level-headedness and ability to make decent decisions despite the initial impression of him as a character. I genuinely thought he was gonna be the comic relief of the game and not have a good romance path but I was wrong. He sneaks you out the first night or so you have been at the Shinsengumi headquarters to help you get some air and not be clouded with bad thoughts which is a super sweet gesture given the tight spot you're in. He talks with Sen in the hopes that she might be able to help you feel better. He even looks out for you with Sanan and basically tells him not to bother you further. In his special anime episode, he puts his life on the line for a stranger who just wants to meet his sick mother and, albeit a minor thing: while they're outside he fixes Chizuru's slipper for her, also allowing her to lean on him while he does so. I know this seems a silly thing to mention but it's a little sign of care and compassion which touches my heart more than anything. If these are not signs of love, duty or care towards a person/people then perhaps I have it wrong.

Harada has gotten very high up in my fictional crush list lol and he might stay there forever I think. Truly a wonderful man <3

"if you live each day in spite of yourself, refusing to accept what you truly want, then it's only natural for you to lose touch with who you really are." - Harada Sanosuke

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artoutforblood · 2 years

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I wrote smut for my hakuouki rare threeway pair... not pair? they’re married. i also wrote this right before I played edo blossoms so they still have long hair, my bad.

Relationship: Sanosuke/Chizuru/Heisuke

NSFW with a side of fluff

sidenote: i wrote this late into the night and right when i woke up the next morning so this may or may not make sense

under the readmore or you can read it on ao3

The first time it was discussed, they hadn’t even really realized their feelings for each other. The one most involved in the daydream wasn’t even present.

“I really wanna see her in a kimono…”

Sanosuke lazily looked over to Heisuke on his left while his sake cup rested on his bottom lip.

“Hm? Still on about that?” he asked.

Heisuke swirled his sake with his cheek on his fist, eyes misty and cheeks rosy.

“Mmm,” he agreed, “but, not like in just any ordinary kimono… A really nice one… silk, y’know? And all flowy… like ones those really fancy noble ladies wear.”

His tone was noncommittal but there was a fire in his eyes. This was something his subconscious was extremely determined to make into a reality. This was also something a sober Heisuke would never likely bring up at any gathering, ever. Even in the red light district among his two closest friends… one of which was teetering on maybe something more.

Sano considered the image silently. Something more than sake was sending waves of warmth through his veins.

“Only the best for our Chizuru.”

“Yeah, you get it, Sano,” Heisuke smiled wistfully into his drink, then promptly finished it in one gulp. “It has to be fitted… but,” he bit the inside of his lip as he gazed into the distance, “that’d kinda get in the way…”

Curiosity piqued, Sano asked, “In the way of what?”

A bashful, blushing grin worked its way onto Heisuke’s face no matter how much he tried to hide it.

Instead of answering… or, perhaps this was the answer, he said, “What if the kimono rolls off her shoulders… slid down her arms a bit…”

Unlike Heisuke, Sano still had some of his wits about him. Enough for him to blink in mild but muted surprise at the mental image.

“And… she’s sitting there on a futon, with all those layers sorta,” Heisuke waved his free hand, “pooling around her, like, I dunno, petals? And – And, she’s holding up the front to cover up and looking over her shoulder…”

He suddenly shivered, pupils blowing bit by bit.

Sano replied dryly, “You become quite the poet when drunk, Heisuke.”

“I’m not drunk!”

“Sure, you’re not.”

“I’m not!”

Sano only huffed into his drink and silently congratulated himself on diverting Heisuke’s attention away from that fantasy before it went too far… for both of them.

If Heisuke couldn’t quite meet Sanosuke or Chizuru’s eyes the next day, all Sano could say was, “he can’t hold his drink”.

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The second time, it happened again over drinks. However, the amount consumed was nearly doubled and it was done in the safety of their base of operations. The atmosphere couldn’t be further from lively, now that so much had changed.

In theory, it was celebratory. Heisuke was back and he survived his mortal wound… *as a Fury. No matter how much the * was pushed to the side, it could not be ignored. The party between the trio of friends felt more like an attempt to drink the memories away.

It was late into the night and the umpteenth bottle of sake. Shinpachi, in a fit of drunken exhaustion, had made a fool of himself outside until Sano put him out of his misery and dragged him back to Heisuke’s room. Now, he was snoring like an ox on the floor.

Heisuke was staring at the cup of sake in his hand like he was trying to solve a great puzzle. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but heavy and lingering like Summer humidity.

Sano, despite chiding himself for doing so, took another drink. His limbs and inhibitions relaxed.

“So…” Heisuke murmured, words slow, “didja take care of her while I was gone?”

Sano leaned back on his hand and gazed at Heisuke’s soft pout. Paired with his flush, he found it rather adorable. He had missed Heisuke’s face…

“I did my best,” he said quietly. “More often than not, it felt like she was taking care of me.”

A smile pinched the corners of Heisuke’s mouth. It was a brief flicker of the boyish charm he used to unknowingly boast. It warmed Sano’s heart to see it again.

“We missed you.”

Heisuke’s eyes widened as they landed on Sano. The cup slipped a few centimeters in his lax hold.

“But we managed to keep each other company… still thought of you a lot.”

The words were spoken so softly, with a genuine hint of tenderness. Part of Sano knew that if he were sober, he would have reigned in that affectionate sincerity from his tone. The vulnerable quiver in his low voice rocked through the air like ocean waves.

Heisuke’s blush reached his throat and he hid behind his cup.

“Hey, hey, don’t make fun of me like that, Sano. S’not funny.”

His embarrassed mumble loosened Sano’s tension and his boundaries. Just like waves against a dam, things he had held close to his chest were leaking through.

He hummed and tilted his head with a slow smirk. Moonlight spilled through the window and laid across his lap and caressed his smiling eyes.

“Then, don’t be so fun to tease.”

Heisuke’s mouth twisted and Sano chuckled.

“Ah, if only I could have you and Chizuru here together instead of Shin…”

As if hearing his name, Shinpachi grumbled in his sleep, then went right back to snoring.

Heisuke narrowed his eyes at him.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“What? Are you telling me you’d rather have Shin here than her?”

“I never said that.”

As if recalling a wonderful memory, Sano’s grin grew. There was something behind it, something like hot embers, ready to be stoked into a full blaze.

He asked, “You remember that little fantasy you shared with me? Oh, it’s been about a year, now, hasn’t it?”

Clear thoughts were struggling to come to Heisuke. It was all muddied, but, something about it felt familiar.

“When we were out drinking at the red light district,” Sano said, voice creeping an octave lower. “You were talking about how much you’d like to see Chizuru in a flowing kimono. How you’d like to see it fall around her like flower petals while it slips off her shoulders.”

Heisuke’s eyes went round, his mouth parted.

Seeing him struck dumb only fueled Sano’s fire and he said in a smoky voice, “Sometimes, I dreamt about that… but she’d be laying on her back with it nearly falling off of her entirely.”

Heisuke couldn’t look away from Sano. His adam’s apple bobbed in time with his gulp.

Sano leaned forward, his lip curling.

“And Heisuke would be there, too. Do you know what you were doing?”

He couldn’t force words through the stone in his throat, or look away, or move, or anything. His entire world had funneled in on Sano’s foxy smile and the image being painted in his mind.

“You’d be kissing her. Touching her. Then, you’d both look up at me and smile…”

His cock twitched at the dream that had haunted him at both day and night, but he neglected it any attention. Heisuke already looked like his soul was about to leave him. If he went any further, he might just combust.

Actually… he wasn’t moving at all.

“Oh, did I kill you?” Sano asked.

No response, only a short tea-kettle whistle creaking from his throat.

He laughed and rescued Heisuke’s cup before it could slip out of his fingers and set it to the side. With a slight wobble, Sano picked up Shinpachi, bid goodnight, and left.

As much as Heisuke and Sanosuke bemoaned that Chizuru wasn’t there at the time, when they woke up the next morning with lingering hangovers, they couldn’t have been more grateful… and ashamed. They did not bring it up for a long, long time.

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Now, this was not the third time, or the fourth, or the sixth, or ninth, or the twelfth. What’s more, it wasn’t a simple wet dream shared between two men.

Sanosuke, tied up and forced to kneel, naked, had no idea how he got so lucky.

He was roped up in artistic knots across his chest with his hands behind his back. It wasn’t tight, despite his assurances, but it would take him a few minutes to wrestle out of it if he wished. His knees were spread as he knelt on a pillow, his erection at half-mast with a bead of pre-come at the flushed tip.

On the futon several feet away was a fantasy come to life. His two beautiful lovers intertwined, sharing wet, hungry kisses and running their hands over each other’s skin.

Though it wasn’t the extravagant silk robes they wished to dress her in, Chizuru wore a fine kimono that pooled around her body like blushing sakura petals. The front had been untied and peeled away one layer at a time under the careful, gentle hands of Heisuke. Now, her entire body was bare for the two of them to see, with all that material an alluring backdrop to the delicious picture she painted.

Her hands pulled on Heisuke’s hair as he licked into her mouth. He moaned and shuddered, allowing her to pull away for a breath and then kiss and nip at his jaw.

Heisuke sighed with a smile and offered her his neck. His hips rolled against her thigh the moment she began to suck on the skin above his collarbone.

“Chizuru…” he gasped, then valiantly reigned in his urge to rut on her leg, “c’mon. You’re not playing nicely.”

She let go of his throat, leaving a nice red hickey.

“Are we supposed to be?” she asked, suddenly a bit shy.

Even after years of being together, she still got a bit nervous when practicing new things in the bedroom. No matter how much they talked about it beforehand, no matter how much she was into it, she couldn’t hide it.

Heisuke smiled and pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek to calm her.

“I’m teasing you,” he said. “Besides,” he threw a sharp smirk over his shoulder at Sano with kissed-red lips, “the plan isn’t to play nice.”

He raised his ass in the air as he said it, revealing his swollen, wet cunt. Chizuru suddenly moaned, bringing Sano’s attention to Heisuke’s hand in-between her legs.

Just like that, Sano went from half-mast to fully erect. It curved slightly towards his abs and twitched.

Heisuke dove right back to Chizuru’s lips and wet smacks and soft moans filled the room. Sano caught Chizuru gazing at him with lidded eyes, then watched her hand snake around Heisuke’s shoulders to grip the hair at the nape of his neck. Her ankle slid against Heisuke’s leg, then she propped her foot up on the futon to press her thigh against his wet folds.

Heisuke choked, but Chizuru kept chasing his mouth, pulling him back by his hair. He rocked his cunt against her thigh languidly, but he was never very patient when it came to his release. It would only be a matter of time.

“Chizuru, you’re naughty,” Sano growled.

She finally let Heisuke take a breather to give Sano a big smile. Her cheeks were red and her flushed breast was rolling up and down with her heavy breaths.

“Not as naughty as you are, Sano. We had to tie you up so you’d keep your hands to yourself.”

He scoffed, grinning. In fact, he was the one to ask to be tied up and forced to endure the show without release.

As if to get back at her, Heisuke used his free leg to spread her legs further and gathered up her slick with his fingers. While rubbing large circles over her clit, he rolled her nipple over his tongue, then took it into his mouth.

Chizuru gasped, eyes closed. Her hands twisted into her robes in the throes of pleasure.

Heisuke chuckled around his mouthful. After he figured they were wet enough, he pressed two fingers against her entrance and began to coax it open.

Sano could tell just by the way Chizuru grunted, then opened her thighs even wider, that Heisuke was preparing her. He took an eager breath but then released it slowly. No use getting so worked up already or he’d hardly be able to properly please their wife.

Meanwhile, Heisuke continued to grind against Chizuru’s thigh, smearing himself all over her. When he eventually let her nipple go and nudged that leg to relax onto the bed, a wet sheen was left on it, flickering in the candlelight.

“You watching Sano? I’m getting her ready. If you sit still, maybe we’ll let you go inside her.”

Chizuru eyes fluttered open and landed on Sano, then she covered her giggles with her sleeve. The patient but pinched smirk was the quite the sight alongside his frustrated blush. Even the drooling pre-come sliding down his shaft somehow made the scene both erotic and funnier.

Her giggles got Heisuke laughing quietly. They both gave their husband warm smiles full of love and want. Sano was helpless to return it.

Heisuke shook his head and sat back on his heels. He placed a comforting hand on Chizuru’s knee.

“Ready?” he asked.

She nodded, taking deep breaths through her mouth.

He pressed a kiss to her belly and pressed his slick fingers inside her.

The muscles of her thighs tightened. Her breaths caught in her lungs,then evened out again. A lovely hum rose from her throat when he used his other hand to stroke her clit. The slck slck of his long fingers pulling in and out accompanied her sighs. The last of the tension left her spine as she fully sunk into the futon.

“You’re so pretty,” Heisuke whispered like a prayer, “Chizuru, you’re amazing. Look at how you take my fingers. I’m already putting in a third.”

He had pulled them out momentarily to run them through his own folds and gather his juices, then did the same with hers’ before sliding three fingers into her. With a crook of his fingers, he gently stroked the spot they knew she loved.

“What do you say? Do you think he deserves to cum already, or should he wait some more?”

Broken out of her pleasured haze, she released her kimono and thoughtfully ran her hand up and down Heisuke’s arm.

“Maybe Heisuke should get to cum, first, since you’re doing all the hard work.”

He tilted his head to the side in a silent question.

“You can continue what you’re doing, but why don’t you move over here,” she explained and pointed to her face.

Sano tried not to drool as Heisuke happily agreed and pulled out. Heisuke got on his hands and knees and swung his slender legs around so that he was facing Chizuru’s pretty cunt and his ass was facing Chizuru’s pretty mouth.

Chizuru guided him back by his thighs then gave them a squeeze when he was close enough. The moment her breath hit his pussy, he yelped and told her to wait until he was fingering her again.

“I’ll miss if you start eating me out, now,” he joked.

Even with his knees on either side of her head, Heisuke could still easily reach for her entrance. After pumping in two fingers, then three fingers, he laid down on her fully and wrapped his other arm around her thigh to keep her still.

“Alright, I’m ready,” he said.

“Okay.”

First, Chizuru stuck out her tongue and stroked his folds from just below his clit to his hole, then again, slower. On the third swipe, she pressed even closer and pushed her tongue in further, then sucked on his labia.

Heisuke bit the inside of his cheek and fought to stay focused. Chizuru knew just how to get him to be a moaning, soaking mess.

However, it was that thought that reminded him that he wasn’t giving her the proper attention she needed. With his face right there, he only needed to bend a little in order to nuzzle her mound and give her clit a kitten lick.

Her thighs jumped and instinctively tightened around his head, but he kept one where it was. With a few soothing strokes to the inside of that thigh, she relaxed once more and he went back to lapping at her clit and working her open.

The sound of wet mouths on wet cunts was driving Sano insane. To see his husband and wife eat each other out and unable to do a thing was a sinfully sweet sort of torture. He flexed against the ropes, testing how much it’d take to get out of them.

“Hey!”

Sano went still, meeting Heisuke’s smug glare. Chizuru was also smirking from between Heisuke’s legs.

“Do that again and you’ll have to sit there while Chizuru and I get each other off,” Heisuke warned.

Sano’s brows drew low.

“And I won’t get any release at all?” he asked.

“Depends on if you want my mouth or Chizuru’s hole,” he pulled out his fingers and spread them, showing off the juices rolling down his knuckles, “and I’m not as nice as she is.”

As much as Sano enjoyed both his mouth and her pussy, he knew Heisuke wasn’t bluffing.

He huffed, “You’re really bullying your poor husband like this? If you ask me, I’ve been very well-behaved… up to this point.”

Heisuke’s eyes were happy crescents. Chizuru snorted and her shoulders shook.

“Sano, you’re naughty,” she sing-songed. “Just wait a little longer and I’ll let you take me however you want. But if you don’t, then I can’t save you.”

“Now my husband and wife are ganging up on me. What have I done to deserve this?”

“Pfft!” Heisuke cackled, getting onto his elbows to not jostle Chizuru. “You’re really looking at this,” he gestured to the two of them coupling, “and calling it punishment? Just sit still, alright?” he lowered himself again and said against her groan. “She’s not ready, yet.”

The subtle vibration on her clit caught Chizuru off-guard, then it broke into a breathy moan when he licked her and carefully nipped at her folds. He took the chance the titillating distraction gave and re-entered her. After a couple of pumps, he pushed them even further in, making sure to rub upwards with every stroke.

But Chizuru had already decided that Heisuke would climax before Sano was released, as a reward for all his hard work. Once she got her wits about her, she twisted her tongue through his labia, around his clit, then probed at his entrance. She methodically changed from feather-light licks to pushing her entire face into his cunt and drinking him.

He grunted, but didn’t pause in his task. If he were a lesser man, he would have melted into a sobbing, writhing mess… and he was getting there with every delicious second. He popped off her clit and groaned when she lapped at his hole. His legs were beginning to tremble, but he didn’t dare squeeze them.

Seeing that he was falling apart around her tongue, Chizuru went for the kill. Her lips wrapped around his clit, lapped at it heavily then sucked.

The thread of Heisuke’s control snapped. His spine curved and his face tilted to the ceiling, eyes rolling to the back of his head. A whine rolled out of his chest then cut off as he couldn’t even breathe with their wife refusing to let up.

Managing to finally pull in a breath, he slapped the ground twice and called her name in hysterical pleasure. Only then did she pull away and press an apologetic kiss to the inside of his thigh.

He fell forward and face-planted onto the futon between her legs with his ass up in the air. His choked moan was muffled by the fabric. Chizuru laughed joyously to the point she was tearing up and gasping for air.

Sano’s cock, untouched, was weeping profusely and flushed red. Doubt was beginning to creep in, making him wonder how long he’d be able to last once inside their wife. The amount of time he guesstimated decreased once he saw the absolute mess Heisuke had made of her lovely face.

“You…” Heisuke raised a finger skywards, “are going to eat my soul out, someday.”

Sano snickered while Chizuru grinned victoriously.

That grin cracked into a hiss when Heisuke plunged his fingers in again. He was already recovering and returned to his husbandly duty. It didn’t take long before he had sat up on his knees and swung his lecherous gaze to Sano.

“Hm. Chizuru, you think our husband did a good job?”

She turned her head until she was laying on the futon, hair spread around her, staring at Sano.

“Considering he didn’t snap out of the rope when you came like that… I think so.”

He pulled out of her and stroked her clit tenderly.

“Good enough to be inside you?”

Her face was a few shades darker than the pink robes pooled around her.

“Yeah,” she whispered, both bashful and confident.

Heisuke climbed off her, kissed her nose, then stood up. A few red marks were still fading on his throat, his hair had been pulled from it’s tie and was tangled from how much Chizuru had pulled on it, spit reflected the candlelight on his kissed-swollen lips, his eyes were lidded with desire and his mouth was twisted into a wolfish grin. He deliberately sauntered towards Sano like the cat who caught the parakeet.

Sano straightened his shoulders as Heisuke closed in on him. Though he kept himself still, there was no hiding his wanting cock or the pyre within his eyes.

Heisuke noticed, of course, and stood before him, looking down on him. He canted his hips to the side and put his hands on them. Those green eyes squeezed with mirth and hunger. There was no looking away when he knelt on one knee.

“Sano, look at you. Do you really think you’ll be able to hold on long enough to make Chizuru cum?” he said and flicked under the head of Sano’s dick.

Sano bit his tongue and stared him down.

The expression on Heisuke’s face was neutral, never giving away that he noticed Sano’s lack of reaction. Two arms swiftly picked Sano up from under his knees and around his back. Though Sano was far taller than him, Heisuke had no problem carrying him.

While he was being situated on the futon, Chizuru sat up and turned towards him. The material of the kimono slipped off her like a waterfall, now only hanging on by its sleeves on her arms. All of her precious body to be drunk in by their eyes alone. Her warm eyes burned like a hearth in the low light and her lower face was still shining from spit and Heisuke’s fluids. The smile on her face was full of anticipation, only spurned further when she ground down on the rumpled fabric underneath her.

Sano waited to be let free of his binds or at least laid down on his back, but no. Heisuke had him kneel with his knees spread just like before.

“I think you’re missing a step…” he said.

Heisuke and Chizuru smiled. Heisuke stuck his tongue out at him.

“We’ll get there. Now,” he reached between his legs and began to wet his hand, as did Chizuru with her own, “we need to get our husband ready, don’t we, Chizuru?”

She huffed and nodded, licking her lips as she gathered the slick squeezing out of her pussy.

Heisuke closed his eyes and groaned behind closed lips. He was still dripping from his climax and Chizuru’s mouth. Chizuru still had to save herself some for the fucking she was about to enjoy and stopped.

With a side glance at each other, they pulled away from their cunts with their efforts shining on their fingers. They took their husband in their hands and gave him an appreciated squeeze.

Sano took a sharp breath and choked back his desperate moan. Sano was praised for his endurance in the bedroom, more than willing and able to take care of both of his lovers. But tonight, he was forced to endure watching those same lovers strip, tease, and take each other while unable to touch them or himself. The tension in his body was itching to destroy him.

Heat pooled low in his gut like liquid fire as they spread their slick on him. Heisuke was a tad rougher than their wife with his strokes, twisting harder than needed. Chizuru rhythmically squeezed with her downward strokes, switching from a loose fist to a firm grasp, then midway, then again. Both were amazing in their own right, but the dual sensation was making all his blood shoot to his dick, leaving his brain with nothing.

All that brainpower was dragged to a sudden change before him.

Heisuke cocked a smirk at Sano, then turned to Chizuru, who lifted her lashes to gaze back at him. Her lips pulled up in understanding. The distance between them was immediately closed as they kissed with open mouths. Sano could easily see their pink tongues swirl around each other, then Chizuru took Heisuke’s lower lip between her teeth.

Sano cursed under his breath, struggling to keep himself in check. If he lost control now, his reward may be taken away from him. There was no way he could survive that for long.

The devouring kiss lasted for nearly a minute. Their hands on Sano’s dick began to slack, but he didn’t complain. It gave him a moment to catch his breath and strengthen his grip on his self-control.

When they pulled away, a thin string of saliva connected their lips. Chizuru wiped her mouth and Heisuke licked his own to break it.

Chizuru edged closer to Sano, slotting her thighs on either side of his knee, and raised his chin with her free hand. Sano moaned into her mouth and sucked on her tongue when it was offered to him. How he wanted to cup her face in his hands and then touch her all over.

Meanwhile, Heisuke watched them with lazy desire and returned his focus on Sano’s hot, heavy cock. He collected the pre-come rolling down the head and smeared that on him as well. His dick was now so wet that it could slip out of his hand if he didn’t pay attention.

“Alright,” Heisuke said, “Chizuru, do you want him inside you, now?”

She drew away from Sano’s lips and nodded.

“Yeah. You ready, Sano?”

He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Do you really have to ask?”

The three of them shared a smile, then Heisuke and Chizuru got to work on his bindings.

Sano breathed shakily, practically trembling with anticipation. All he could think about was the heat of his wife around him and his husband’s hands on him. All focus was on the loosening knots falling off one by one. He didn’t even wait for them to be off entirely before he pounced.

With the rope dangling off of him, he pushed his wife to the futon, cushioning her head with his hand as he did so. She went down with a shriek of surprise, then burst into laughter when he peppered her face with chaste kisses. Those chiming giggles dissolved into a moan when he sucked at the underside of her jaw.

His impatient hands roamed her body. He squeezed her breast then pinched her. The other hand ran up and down her side and then firmly wrapped around her thigh until he left a handprint. Once done with her tortured nipple, he took her ass in hand and kneaded it until she whined.

Heisuke hummed appreciatively at the scene, then crawled beside them. His calloused fingers trailed down Sano’s spine, a shiver following them. A kiss was placed on Sano’s shoulder, then teeth nibbled the side of his neck.

Sano broke away from Chizuru’s throat and pinched Heisuke’s chin, then brought their hot mouths together. Chizuru panted underneath him, her hands roving his pecs and then lightly pressing her fingernails down his ribs. Hardly enough to leave any marks, and still, he groaned, leaving his mouth open for Heisuke to plunder.

Heisuke pulled his hand off Sano’s back and snuck in between his husband and wife’s bodies. Chizuru’s and Sano’s hips were pressed flush against each other, his cock resting between her lips. With just a small adjustment, Heisuke found Chizuru’s clit and rubbed her.

“Damn, are you throbbing?” Heisuke asked against Sano’s mouth. “Better get started before you cum without even getting inside her.”

Without having to be told twice, Sano gripped his dick and pressed the head against Chizuru’s entrance. She writhed underneath him, canting her hips and trying to press him in further.

Sano sighed lovingly. He hiked her left leg up and placed his forearm in between her thigh and calf, up against the inside of her knee. The other hand rubbed comforting circles on her hip. Inch by patient inch, he pushed his long cock inside her.

The head popped inside with no issue, followed by the steady curve of his shaft. The soft walls and welcoming warmth threatened to ruin him already, but he held on tight. Finally, he was sheathed as far as he could go, biting back his helpless moans. The moment she squeezed down on him, his breath escaped in a rush of air.

“Are you ready?” Sano purred.

“Yes! Please, please move, Sano.”

He chuckled breathlessly, “How am I supposed to say no?”

He slid back until the head was all that was left, then back inside slowly. The motion was repeated three times, then in came an impatient snap of his hips against hers. The sound of skin against skin and her cute whimper broke the last of Sano’s resolve.

There was barely enough brainpower to remind him to adjust until he found her sensitive spot. Her lungs filled with a ragged breath the second he brushed against it. It grew into a musical moan when he rutted against her, eyes boring on her expression to make sure he never missed.

Sano leaned forward until he was biting her collarbone and Heisuke was smothering her mouth with his. Sano moved from one mark to the next, starving to see her satisfied and covered by proof of her belonging to Heisuke and himself.

Chizuru panted needily, “ah – ah – ah – ah – “ with every thrust. Tingling heat rushed south, rolling below her gut and setting the nerves in her cunt on fire. With Sano filling her and Heisuke’s fingers speeding up, she wouldn’t last. That was the last thing on her mind, however. The only thing she knew was the beautiful pleasure she washed in and her husband’s mouths all over her.

One hand took a fistful of Heisuke’s hair by his scalp and the other wrapped around the back of Sano’s neck, holding them near her. Already so sensitive from Heisuke’s insatiable desire to please, every sensation was multiplied tenfold. How she loved them, how she loved how they made her feel, how she wanted to return it all.

Her walls desperately tried to draw Sano back in every time he pulled back. Then, it’d hug him tightly the moment he sheathed himself inside.

Sano threw his head back and panted, unable to hold himself back any longer. His thrusts came quicker and harder, the only warning being a gasp of her name and a quivering moan. His hot seed spilled inside her, slipping around his cock with nowhere else to go.

Still, he rolled his stuttering hips against her, determined. It was Heisuke’s clever fingers pressing down right on her clit that sent her over the edge. Her body went taught and began to shake with her mouth open in a silent cry.

Sano gently lowered himself onto his elbows to keep from crushing her, panting. He pressed a kiss over her heart and placed his head on her chest. He kept his softening cock inside her, reveling in the caress of her walls.

Heisuke only lightened up after she fell back against the futon, but his fingers rested right where they were. He smirked at them, satisfied. After they both caught their breaths, he pulled Sano up by his ponytail and crushed his mouth against his.

“You don’t think you’re done, do you, Sano?” he whispered against his lips.

As if to punctuate his sentence, Chizuru squeezed around him.

Sanosuke loved them both so fucking much. He really was a lucky man.

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