I'm Addicted To Cocks Affected By Getter Rays: An Autobiography by Kouji Kabuto

Author's Notes: for one of my bestest and most dearest friends, larsa. i hope you like this <:) i definitely wasn't projecting onto Kouji or nothin.
also idk what swr this is in. 30??? maybe?? idk i only played like 2 hours sorry sorry sorry--

Desperation burned inside Kouji’s body. His mouth was dry and sticky. Heat pulsed through him as Ryoma shot him a knowing look. Scoffing, the larger man stepped towards him. His bandaged hand placed itself onto Kouji’s trembling shoulder. “I gotta deal with something.”

“Right.” It was Hayato’s turn to scoff. He rolled his eyes before shooting an all too knowing smirk Kouji’s way. A jolt of need drove itself into the Mazinger pilot’s core. Images of Hayato slamming him into the wall, tearing off his pants and soaked underwear, before toying with his drooling cunt and making him beg for his cock flashed in Kouji’s mind. Kouji swore that he could feel the man’s experienced fingers twisting inside his cunt, his calloused thumb rubbing tight circles around his throbbing clit, and making him gush. “You go do that, Ryoma.”

Edge blinked. His eyes flickered between the three men before shrugging. Whatever. Weirdos.

Wordlessly, Kouji and Ryoma made their way through the Dreistreger. Their footsteps echoed throughout her hangar and hallways before they got to an empty barracks. Before the door could finish closing, Ryoma pinned the other to the wall. His large, almost terrifyingly so, frame trapped him in that tiny space. His wild eyes locked with Kouji’s. His lips quirked into an almost maniacal smile before crashing against his.

Kouji groaned into the kiss. His hands gripped Ryoma’s tattered shirt so tight that his knuckles turned bone white. Their hips stapled together. That friction, as restricted as it was between their layers of clothes, was utterly delicious and made both of them crave more. Muffled moans and grunts of approval escaped each man as they made out. Playful nips were given to Ryoma’s lip before he shoved his tongue inside and utterly dominated Kouji’s mouth. Their tongues desperately danced together as their hips ground against one another. The outline of Ryoma’s monstrous cock slipped between Kouji’s lower lips. With how wet and hot he was, his lips easily parted even through his clothes through the friction alone. Ryoma’s large hands planted themselves onto Kouji’s firm ass and hoisted him up.

“Miss when you’d just walk around in that pilot suit,” Ryoma muttered into Kouji’s flushed ears. His breath was hot yet felt cold against Kouji’s sweaty skin. “I could just rip it off and fuck you nice and easy.”

“...I... I don’t,” Kouji lied breathlessly.

“Yeah, yeah...” He could hear the smirk in Ryoma’s voice as he tore off Kouji’s pants, letting the stiff fabric dangle uselessly off his one leg while Ryoma pulled out his drooling cock. He throbbed heavily against Kouji’s dripping mound. “Shit, you’re fucking soaked. Surprised you just didn’t go and jump me in the hangar earlier.”

Kouji shuddered as his words sank into his sweat-laden skin. The world around them faded to white as his vision zeroed in on Ryoma’s cock. His big, fat, monstrous cock. His foreskin had rolled back all the way to reveal its angry, drooling tip. Despite Ryoma’s words, it was obvious that he had also wanted this, perhaps sharing the same amount of hunger for sex as Kouji had. Precum smeared across Kouji’s sex, mingling with his slick arousal and dripping onto the floor below.

“Bet you wanted to. Hayato would’ve joined too,” he said with a rumbling laugh. “I wonder if you’d fit the both of us in here. Would two cocks be enough to satisfy your greedy fucking cunt? Or would I have to get Benkei in here too?”

A low keen escaped Kouji at the thought. Images of him worshipping the Getter Robo pilots’ dicks flashed in his mind. The scent of their masculinity clouding his already hazy mind. The deep, primal taste of their cocks on his tongue as they’d rub themselves onto his sweaty face. They’d all argue who would fuck his ‘greedy, thirsty cunt’ before just trying to slam into him. Maybe he couldn’t take all three of them. At least there was two other more than willing holes for them to fill as Ryoma fucked his fertile pussy—

Kouji panted.

“Thought you’d like that,” Ryoma muttered. His voice was low and dark and tickled the base of Kouji’s spine before he bit his earlobe.

“You asked for this.”

That was Kouji’s only warning before Ryoma slammed himself inside. Tight, velvet heat enveloped the entirety of Ryoma’s cock. A spike of white-hot, almost painful sensation stabbed straight into Kouji’s core and had him seeing stars. Strangled cries escaped the man as he clung uselessly to Ryoma’s stronger body. His legs dangled bonelessly with every harsh slam of the hips. Ryoma’s thrusts were wild, uneven, and perhaps clumsy, but it didn’t matter to Kouji.

All that mattered to the Mazinger’s pilot was that he was getting fucked.

Ryoma’s drooling tip kissed Kouji’s womb again and again. Precum smeared across the slick barrier. The veins of his raw cock throbbed against Kouji’s bare walls. His balls smacked noisily against Kouji’s pert ass and only added to the sensation.

Ryoma felt so hot and alive.

Kouji wouldn’t change this for the world.“Yes, yes, yes—” His voice was brittle like thin ice. Desperation seeped through the shaky cracks and onto the floor below. Heat washed over his trembling body. Pure, unfiltered sensation zapped from nerve to fiery nerve. His cunt spasmed around Ryoma’s wild prick. Every kiss to his womb had him gushing around his cock, and it only made Ryoma’s thrusts sloppier. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

“Wasn’t, fuck, plannin’ on it. Shit!” He buried himself to the very hilt. His hips ground against Kouji’s, just barely teasing his clit before he shoved a hand between them and brutishly toyed with the swollen bud. Then, he started to slam into him again, desperately chasing that release that was steadily gaining on him. “Come on.”

Gnashing his teeth, Kouji’s fingernails pierced Ryoma’s shoulders as his back arched against the barracks wall. He thrashed between his body and the smooth surface. His toes curled inside his boots as that white-hot feeling continued to build and build and build—

His eyes rolled back as the world around them flashed into a blinding white. His cunt clenched around Ryoma’s throbbing prick. With one final thrust, Ryoma hissed as he ground his hips against Kouji’s as his balls tightened. Cum rushed from his once full balls and shot into Kouji’s fertile womb. Hot and thick semen flooded his insides, painting his walls from a healthy pink to a milky white.

An unflattering noise, something between a wail and a gurgle, rose from Kouji’s throat as his womb expanded in a desperate attempt to accommodate all of Ryoma’s seed. It was so much. Too much. His stomach rounded as his clothes stretched and rode up to show off his belly. Cum gushed from the tight gaps between them and dripped onto the floor. A strange, hazy glow radiated from his cum. There was so much packed inside of Kouji that his rounded belly glowed faintly.

Ryoma sighed. Slowly, he lowered Kouji to his shaky feet and pulled out of his well-fucked cunt. That thick, heavy load had gone somewhat waste,d but Kouji was too drunk off of cock to care.

Knowing him, he’d just beg for another round anyway.