The steam from the kamisato estate’s private hot spring coiled into the cool night air, a thick, fragrant blanket of mist and cedar. Aether sank into the near-scalding water with a heavy sigh, the day’s tensions leaching from his muscles. The smooth, sun-warmed stones of the pool’s edge were a stark contrast to the biting Inazuman night.“I trust the accommodations are to your liking, Traveler?” Ayato’s voice was a smooth, cultured murmur beside him. The Yashiro Commissioner slid into the water, the liquid sloshing gently around his torso. Even in the obscuring steam, his form was imposing, the definition of his chest and abdomen visible just below the water’s shimmering surface.“More than,” Aether replied, letting his head loll back. “It’s perfect.”The soft splash of another entry made him open his eyes. Thoma grinned at him from across the spring, his blond hair already darkening at the tips from the humidity. “Couldn’t let the master have all the fun with our esteemed guest,” he said, his tone light and easy.Aether smiled back, but the expression faltered as both men began to move through the water toward him. They closed in from either side, their larger bodies caging him against the stone edge. The air, already thick with heat, grew charged, heavy with an intention that had nothing to do with relaxation.Ayato’s hand, elegant and long-fingered, came to rest on Aether’s shoulder under the water. His thumb stroked a slow, deliberate circle on Aether’s damp skin. “We have our own ways of relaxing here, Aether. Thoma is… exceptionally skilled at easing a person’s troubles.”Thoma moved in closer on Aether’s other side, his thigh brushing against Aether’s under the surface. “The Commissioner is too kind,” he said, his voice dropping, losing its casual edge and gaining a husky, intimate quality. His green eyes held Aether’s, full of a warm, open hunger. “But he’s not wrong.”Before Aether could form a coherent thought, Ayato turned his head and captured Aether’s mouth in a deep, unhurried kiss. It was a possession. Ayato’s lips were firm, his tongue sweeping past Aether’s lips with an authority that brooked no resistance, tasting of sake and mint. Aether’s mind went blank, a jolt of pure, undiluted heat shooting straight to his groin.Simultaneously, he felt Thoma’s mouth on the side of his neck, a soft, open-mouthed kiss that quickly turned into a gentle suckle right below his ear. Aether gasped into Ayato’s mouth, the dual assault overwhelming his senses. Their bodies were like furnaces, radiating a more intense, living warmth than the water surrounding them.He felt himself hardening, his cock stirring and then thickening rapidly, standing straight up in the cloudy water. Through the haze of pleasure, he realized Ayato was just as hard, the rigid length of him pressing against Aether’s hip. On his other side, Thoma’s own erection nudged against his thigh.“I think our guest is appreciating the local customs,” Ayato murmured against Aether’s lips, his breath hot.“Seems that way,” Thoma agreed, his voice a rumble against Aether’s throat.Thoma’s hands slid down Aether’s chest, his stomach, before closing around Aether’s cock under the water. Aether jolted at the contact. Thoma’s grip was firm, knowing. He gave a slow, teasing stroke, his thumb smearing the bead of moisture already gathered at the tip. “So responsive,” Thoma breathed, clearly impressed.With a gentle but irresistible pressure, Thoma guided Aether to turn, to lean back against Ayato’s chest. The Commissioner’s arms came around him, holding him secure. The world narrowed to the feeling of Ayato’s hard chest against his back, Thoma’s intent gaze before him, and the incredible, silken heat of the water.“Open your mouth, Aether,” Thoma instructed softly, his eyes dark with desire.Aether complied, and Thoma leaned in, not to kiss his lips, but to lower his head beneath the water’s surface.The sensation was dizzying. The enveloping heat of the spring was suddenly focused, concentrated on the most sensitive part of him. Thoma’s mouth was a wet, glorious inferno. His tongue was broad and flat at first, laving up the entire length of Aether’s shaft before circling the engorged head. Then he took Aether deep, his throat working around him, the suction fierce and perfect. Aether’s head fell back onto Ayato’s shoulder, a broken moan tearing from his throat. His hips gave an involuntary jerk, thrusting his cock deeper into that incredible heat.Thoma’s hands gripped his hips, not to hold him still, but to guide the rhythm, encouraging him to fuck his mouth. Aether could feel the vibrations of Thoma’s hums of pleasure through his entire body.While Thoma worshiped his cock, Ayato was busy behind him. The Commissioner’s slick fingers, coated in some fragrant oil he’d produced from the pool’s edge, traced teasing circles around Aether’s entrance. Aether was panting, lost in the dual sensations, his body singing with need.“Relax for me,” Ayato whispered into his ear, his voice a low command.One long, slick finger pressed inside him. Aether gasped, the intrusion a sharp, welcome stretch. Ayato worked it slowly, his finger crooking just right, stroking over that bundle of nerves that made stars explode behind Aether’s eyelids. A second finger soon joined the first, scissoring him open, the burn mingling with the pleasure until it was all just a roaring fire in his veins. Ayato’s other hand drifted down to stroke Aether’s stomach, his hip, while his mouth found a new spot on Aether’s neck to claim.Aether was babbling, pleas and curses and praises falling from his lips without any conscious thought. He was hurtling toward his peak, the coiling tension in his gut becoming unbearable. Thoma’s mouth was too good, too skilled, the suction relentless.“Not yet,” Ayato commanded, his voice rough with his own need. He removed his fingers, the sudden emptiness a shock. Thoma released Aether’s cock with a soft, wet pop, surging up out of the water to kiss Aether deeply, letting him taste himself on Thoma’s tongue.Ayato shifted behind him, his hands gripping Aether’s hips. Aether felt the blunt, immense pressure of Ayato’s cockhead against his prepared entrance. Ayato didn’t push; he waited, his breathing ragged in Aether’s ear.“Yes,” Aether begged, pushing back against him. “Please.”With a single, powerful thrust, Ayato sheathed himself fully inside. Aether cried out, the sound swallowed by Thoma’s kiss. The stretch was immense, breathtaking, a perfect, filling ache. Ayato held himself still for a long moment, letting Aether adjust, his body trembling with the effort.Then he began to move.His thrusts were measured at first, each one dragging against Aether’s prostate with unerring accuracy, lighting up his nervous system. But soon, the pace quickened, became harder, more urgent. The water churned around them with the force of Ayato’s movements. Aether was pinned between the solid strength of Ayato’s body and Thoma’s relentless mouth, a willing prisoner of their desire.Thoma broke the kiss, his own need evident. “My turn,” he panted, his gaze fixed on where Ayato was joined to Aether.In a fluid, coordinated motion, they shifted. Ayato pulled out, and Thoma turned Aether, pressing his chest against the smooth stone edge of the pool. The cooler air hit his wet back just before Thoma entered him from behind, his thrusts younger, more eager, but no less skilled. He drove into Aether with a steady, pounding rhythm that had Aether seeing white.Ayato moved in front of Aether, his cock, thick and glistening, presented to Aether’s lips. “Suck,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for debate.Aether opened his mouth, and Ayato filled it. He tasted of clean skin and musk. Aether lavished him with his tongue, tracing the prominent vein on the underside, sucking hard, mimicking the pleasure Thoma had given him. Ayato’s groan was a raw, gratifying sound. He threaded his fingers through Aether’s hair, not forcing, but guiding the pace.Aether was the center of their universe, the focus of all their attention. Thoma’s hips slammed against his ass, each thrust jolting him forward onto Ayato’s cock. The sounds were filthy, lewd: the slap of wet skin, the ragged gasps and groans, the choked sounds Aether made around Ayato’s length. He’d lost count of how many times he’d spilled into the water, his body wrung dry and then forced to find another peak.The final configuration was Ayato’s design. He pulled Thoma away and pressed Aether back against the edge once more. He entered Aether again, but this time his movements were different. This was not pleasure; this was claiming. His thrusts were brutal, deep, pounding into Aether with a focused intensity that stole the air from his lungs. Aether could only take it, his body pliant and used, his cries sharp and continuous.Thoma knelt in the water before him, and Ayato angled Aether’s head down. Understanding, Aether opened his mouth for Thoma, who thrust his own hard cock deep into Aether’s throat. He was fucking his face in time with Ayato’s punishing rhythm, the dual penetration robbing Aether of any conscious thought. There was only feeling. The stretch of his ass, the grip on his hair, the weight on his tongue, the overwhelming, all-consuming pressure building and building until it shattered.Ayato’s rhythm fractured. He drove into Aether one last, final time, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural shout. Aether felt the hot, sudden pulse of Ayato’s release flooding his insides, a searing rush that seemed to go on and on. The sensation tipped Thoma over the edge. With a choked cry, he pulled from Aether’s mouth and spent himself over Aether’s face and chest, stripes of white marking his skin, mingling with the water.For a long moment, the only sound was their harsh, ragged breathing and the gentle lap of water. Ayato slowly softened inside him, his body a heavy, warm weight against Aether’s back. He nuzzled into Aether’s neck, placing a soft, almost tender kiss there.He pulled out, and Aether gasped at the feeling of emptiness, of seed beginning to trickle down his thigh. Ayato turned him, his violet eyes dark and satisfied. He swiped a thumb through the mess on Aether’s cheekbone, his touch incongruously gentle.“I believe,” Ayato said, his voice regaining its composed smoothness, though laced with sated exhaustion, “that the bedroom would be more comfortable for the next

Aether, Ayato, and Thoma relax in a hot spring at the Kamisato Estate, where Ayato and Thoma initiate a sensual encounter with Aether, kissing and caressing him. Thoma performs oral sex on Aether while Ayato prepares him for anal sex, then they switch positions. Ayato and Thoma take turns penetrating Aether, culminating in a simultaneous climax.

The steam from the kamisato estate’s private hot spring coiled into the cool night air, a thick, fragrant blanket of mist and cedar. Aether sank into the near-scalding water with a heavy sigh, the day’s tensions leaching from his muscles. The smooth, sun-warmed stones of the pool’s edge were a stark contrast to the biting Inazuman night.

“I trust the accommodations are to your liking, Traveler?” Ayato’s voice was a smooth, cultured murmur beside him. The Yashiro Commissioner slid into the water, the liquid sloshing gently around his torso. Even in the obscuring steam, his form was imposing, the definition of his chest and abdomen visible just below the water’s shimmering surface.

“More than,” Aether replied, letting his head loll back. “It’s perfect.”

The soft splash of another entry made him open his eyes. Thoma grinned at him from across the spring, his blond hair already darkening at the tips from the humidity. “Couldn’t let the master have all the fun with our esteemed guest,” he said, his tone light and easy.

Aether smiled back, but the expression faltered as both men began to move through the water toward him. They closed in from either side, their larger bodies caging him against the stone edge. The air, already thick with heat, grew charged, heavy with an intention that had nothing to do with relaxation.

Ayato’s hand, elegant and long-fingered, came to rest on Aether’s shoulder under the water. His thumb stroked a slow, deliberate circle on Aether’s damp skin. “We have our own ways of relaxing here, Aether. Thoma is… exceptionally skilled at easing a person’s troubles.”

Thoma moved in closer on Aether’s other side, his thigh brushing against Aether’s under the surface. “The Commissioner is too kind,” he said, his voice dropping, losing its casual edge and gaining a husky, intimate quality. His green eyes held Aether’s, full of a warm, open hunger. “But he’s not wrong.”

Before Aether could form a coherent thought, Ayato turned his head and captured Aether’s mouth in a deep, unhurried kiss. It was a possession. Ayato’s lips were firm, his tongue sweeping past Aether’s lips with an authority that brooked no resistance, tasting of sake and mint. Aether’s mind went blank, a jolt of pure, undiluted heat shooting straight to his groin.

Simultaneously, he felt Thoma’s mouth on the side of his neck, a soft, open-mouthed kiss that quickly turned into a gentle suckle right below his ear. Aether gasped into Ayato’s mouth, the dual assault overwhelming his senses. Their bodies were like furnaces, radiating a more intense, living warmth than the water surrounding them.

He felt himself hardening, his cock stirring and then thickening rapidly, standing straight up in the cloudy water. Through the haze of pleasure, he realized Ayato was just as hard, the rigid length of him pressing against Aether’s hip. On his other side, Thoma’s own erection nudged against his thigh.

“I think our guest is appreciating the local customs,” Ayato murmured against Aether’s lips, his breath hot.

“Seems that way,” Thoma agreed, his voice a rumble against Aether’s throat.

Thoma’s hands slid down Aether’s chest, his stomach, before closing around Aether’s cock under the water. Aether jolted at the contact. Thoma’s grip was firm, knowing. He gave a slow, teasing stroke, his thumb smearing the bead of moisture already gathered at the tip. _“So responsive,”_ Thoma breathed, clearly impressed.

With a gentle but irresistible pressure, Thoma guided Aether to turn, to lean back against Ayato’s chest. The Commissioner’s arms came around him, holding him secure. The world narrowed to the feeling of Ayato’s hard chest against his back, Thoma’s intent gaze before him, and the incredible, silken heat of the water.

“Open your mouth, Aether,” Thoma instructed softly, his eyes dark with desire.

Aether complied, and Thoma leaned in, not to kiss his lips, but to lower his head beneath the water’s surface.

The sensation was dizzying. The enveloping heat of the spring was suddenly focused, concentrated on the most sensitive part of him. Thoma’s mouth was a wet, glorious inferno. His tongue was broad and flat at first, laving up the entire length of Aether’s shaft before circling the engorged head. Then he took Aether deep, his throat working around him, the suction fierce and perfect. Aether’s head fell back onto Ayato’s shoulder, a broken moan tearing from his throat. His hips gave an involuntary jerk, thrusting his cock deeper into that incredible heat.

_Thoma’s hands gripped his hips, not to hold him still, but to guide the rhythm, encouraging him to fuck his mouth._ Aether could feel the vibrations of Thoma’s hums of pleasure through his entire body.

While Thoma worshiped his cock, Ayato was busy behind him. The Commissioner’s slick fingers, coated in some fragrant oil he’d produced from the pool’s edge, traced teasing circles around Aether’s entrance. Aether was panting, lost in the dual sensations, his body singing with need.

“Relax for me,” Ayato whispered into his ear, his voice a low command.

One long, slick finger pressed inside him. Aether gasped, the intrusion a sharp, welcome stretch. Ayato worked it slowly, his finger crooking just right, stroking over that bundle of nerves that made stars explode behind Aether’s eyelids. A second finger soon joined the first, scissoring him open, the burn mingling with the pleasure until it was all just a roaring fire in his veins. Ayato’s other hand drifted down to stroke Aether’s stomach, his hip, while his mouth found a new spot on Aether’s neck to claim.

Aether was babbling, pleas and curses and praises falling from his lips without any conscious thought. He was hurtling toward his peak, the coiling tension in his gut becoming unbearable. Thoma’s mouth was too good, too skilled, the suction relentless.

_“Not yet,”_ Ayato commanded, his voice rough with his own need. He removed his fingers, the sudden emptiness a shock. Thoma released Aether’s cock with a soft, wet pop, surging up out of the water to kiss Aether deeply, letting him taste himself on Thoma’s tongue.

Ayato shifted behind him, his hands gripping Aether’s hips. Aether felt the blunt, immense pressure of Ayato’s cockhead against his prepared entrance. Ayato didn’t push; he waited, his breathing ragged in Aether’s ear.

“Yes,” Aether begged, pushing back against him. “_Please._”

With a single, powerful thrust, Ayato sheathed himself fully inside. Aether cried out, the sound swallowed by Thoma’s kiss. The stretch was immense, breathtaking, a perfect, filling ache. Ayato held himself still for a long moment, letting Aether adjust, his body trembling with the effort.

Then he began to move.

His thrusts were measured at first, each one dragging against Aether’s prostate with unerring accuracy, lighting up his nervous system. But soon, the pace quickened, became harder, more urgent. The water churned around them with the force of Ayato’s movements. Aether was pinned between the solid strength of Ayato’s body and Thoma’s relentless mouth, a willing prisoner of their desire.

Thoma broke the kiss, his own need evident. “My turn,” he panted, his gaze fixed on where Ayato was joined to Aether.

In a fluid, coordinated motion, they shifted. Ayato pulled out, and Thoma turned Aether, pressing his chest against the smooth stone edge of the pool. The cooler air hit his wet back just before Thoma entered him from behind, his thrusts younger, more eager, but no less skilled. He drove into Aether with a steady, pounding rhythm that had Aether seeing white.

Ayato moved in front of Aether, his cock, thick and glistening, presented to Aether’s lips. _“Suck,”_ he ordered, his voice leaving no room for debate.

Aether opened his mouth, and Ayato filled it. He tasted of clean skin and musk. Aether lavished him with his tongue, tracing the prominent vein on the underside, sucking hard, mimicking the pleasure Thoma had given him. Ayato’s groan was a raw, gratifying sound. He threaded his fingers through Aether’s hair, not forcing, but guiding the pace.

Aether was the center of their universe, the focus of all their attention. Thoma’s hips slammed against his ass, each thrust jolting him forward onto Ayato’s cock. The sounds were filthy, lewd: the slap of wet skin, the ragged gasps and groans, the choked sounds Aether made around Ayato’s length. He’d lost count of how many times he’d spilled into the water, his body wrung dry and then forced to find another peak.

The final configuration was Ayato’s design. He pulled Thoma away and pressed Aether back against the edge once more. He entered Aether again, but this time his movements were different. This was not pleasure; this was claiming. His thrusts were brutal, deep, pounding into Aether with a focused intensity that stole the air from his lungs. Aether could only take it, his body pliant and used, his cries sharp and continuous.

Thoma knelt in the water before him, and Ayato angled Aether’s head down. Understanding, Aether opened his mouth for Thoma, who thrust his own hard cock deep into Aether’s throat. He was fucking his face in time with Ayato’s punishing rhythm, the dual penetration robbing Aether of any conscious thought. There was only feeling. The stretch of his ass, the grip on his hair, the weight on his tongue, the overwhelming, all-consuming pressure building and building until it shattered.

Ayato’s rhythm fractured. He drove into Aether one last, final time, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural shout. Aether felt the hot, sudden pulse of Ayato’s release flooding his insides, a searing rush that seemed to go on and on. The sensation tipped Thoma over the edge. With a choked cry, he pulled from Aether’s mouth and spent himself over Aether’s face and chest, stripes of white marking his skin, mingling with the water.

For a long moment, the only sound was their harsh, ragged breathing and the gentle lap of water. Ayato slowly softened inside him, his body a heavy, warm weight against Aether’s back. He nuzzled into Aether’s neck, placing a soft, almost tender kiss there.

He pulled out, and Aether gasped at the feeling of emptiness, of seed beginning to trickle down his thigh. Ayato turned him, his violet eyes dark and satisfied. He swiped a thumb through the mess on Aether’s cheekbone, his touch incongruously gentle.

“I believe,” Ayato said, his voice regaining its composed smoothness, though laced with sated exhaustion, “that the bedroom would be more comfortable for the next

Aether, the renowned traveler, finds himself in the luxurious Kamisato Estate, where he is invited to a private hot spring by Ayato. Joined by Thoma, the three engage in a passionate and sensual encounter, exploring themes of group sex, mutual pleasure, and power dynamics. The night unfolds with a series of intimate acts, including oral sex, anal play, and intense, erotic group sex, culminating in a climax that leaves Aether thoroughly satisfied and Ayato suggesting a move to the bedroom for further intimacy.

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