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Well today was... a day.

So let's just, for a moment, get lost in fictional worlds where strong men want to hug us from behind and never let go.

Covert desire

Urahara Kisuke x Kurotsuchi Mayuri x gn reader

NSFW. No minors below the line.

TW: threesome, dom/sub dynamics, rough oral sex, DP anal sex, genital and nipple piercings, nipple torture/play. Genitals not specified for reader.

Mayuri is a transman, but of course, he's managed to find a way to give himself a prostate and functional dangly bits because he's Mayuri.

The whole story is going to be 5-6 chapters top, it's almost finished, just need to fix a few paragraphs. Will post the whole thing soon.

Hope you enjoy!

Link to AO3 for more chapters!

Urahara

He was woken up by the soft beep of one of the numerous machines densely populating his desk.

His body felt stiff but very satisfied. Rolling gently to his left he found you, still asleep, your face looked so relaxed and contented. Behind you, Kurotsuchi snored softly, with his slim, tan arm wrapped tightly around your chest, in a gesture that seemed to warn ‘mine’ and his long, svelte leg draped possessively over yours.

As Urahara observed the two of you, a smile came to his lips. His little experiment had been quite fruitful.

He noticed Mayuri shift awake, the man’s chronic paranoia somehow allowed him to detect when he was being watched. His golden eyes, bright like flames in the semi-darkness of the room, met Kisuke's and narrowed with distrust.

“What are you looking at?” Kurotsuchi asked him, ill-mannered.

Despite being his subordinate, he never acted like one. Urahara chuckled, amused.

“You, obviously, Kurotsuchi-san. You look like a little koala bear, the way you’re hugging them.” He whispered back. Urahara always found it extremely entertaining to tease the younger man, it was so easy to rile him up, and his reactions were just too funny to miss.

Kurotsuchi’s eyes widened when he realised Urahara was right. A dark blush spread over his high cheeks and he immediately started removing his limbs from around you when Urahara grabbed his wrist, fast as a whip.

“Stop! I didn’t mean there was anything wrong with it. It’s cute.”

“Cute!?” Mayuri threw him a disgusted look that wished him a slow and painful death.

“Don’t screw this up, Kurotsuchi-san, stay where you are. Hold them until they wake up. I'll go make us some breakfast.”

“I don’t think this is what they’d want. Perhaps you should stay, I don't feel comfortable.”

He didn’t look it either, thought Urahara.

“Whose name did they scream last night? Was it mine? I don’t seem to remember...” He stroked his chin in mock consideration.

Mayuri didn’t answer, except for his intensifying blush, but he did what he was told and placed his hand where it had been, his cautious gaze never leaving Urahara, always wary of what he might be scheming.

As Kisuke sat on the edge of the futon, he fumbled unnecessarily to put his kimono back on, and, careful not to alert Mayuri, he stole a few more furtive looks. Smirking to himself, he watched his emotionally repressed third seat lower his guard for an instant and snuggle closer to your back, his eyes closing with delight of only for a tiny second, his nose buried in your hair, inhaling your scent like it was the sweetest fragrance in the whole Soul Society.

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The night before had been fun, Urahara mused, as he busied himself cooking an hearty breakfast in his little kitchen.

You’d been in his radar from the beginning. You were smart and attractive, a little shy since you’d only recently joined the division, but he could tell you had an interesting uniqueness laying dormant underneath. He had been slowly gaining your trust, spending more and more time around you until you became comfortable with him and your personality started to shine through.

He was so besotted with you that it wasn’t until Akon talked to him that he realised: he wasn’t the only one.

The young scientist had asked him to be a bit more subtle with his overtly flirtatious comments while in the lab, as it was making some people uncomfortable – code for Kurotsuchi was throwing fits left and right over it. At first he thought Mayuri was just being Mayuri and was losing his mind because he disliked displays of affection in his space. But then he started paying more attention and saw the way he gawked at you, completely enthralled.

Urahara had expected to be the target of his third seat’s disgruntlement, he was sure he’d be throwing daggers at him, or scoffing at his cheesy lines. But no. He was definitely looking at you. Stealing glances as frequently as he dared. And it wasn’t annoyance that appeared on his painted mask, but jealousy. Bitter resentment, unrequited desire.

Mayuri was pining.

It took Kisuke a while to convince himself this was what he was truly seeing and not a figment of his imagination. Kurotsuchi was not the type of person who coveted others. He’d known the man long enough. Apart from very occasional, coldly detached, causal sex, he was not interested in other people save for research purposes.

So why so obsessed with you?

As far as he was aware, since he came out of the Nest, Urahara was the only one Mayuri had had a relationship with, if you could even call it that. Urahara would knock on his door every so often and he’d reluctantly let him in, griping about this or the other thing the entire time they were fucking. Kisuke never took it personally, that was just Mayuri’s nature - if he didn’t want him in his bed, he would definitely have let him know by now, probably in the way of excruciating, physical pain.

Urahara had started a carefully designed experiment then. One that would allow him to test the limits of his third seat's capacity to experience emotions. He was willing to step aside and remove himself from the equation if it worked. And he was extremely curious to see just how far the other scientist had fallen for you, if at all.

He'd been casually dropping hints, when talking to Mayuri, that implied he’d been with you the night before, and having conversations within his earshot telling others how good it felt to kiss you, to touch you and to make love to you. Kurotsuchi’s poker face was unbeatable, but he always got uncharacteristically clumsy at those times and dropped a beaker or made an error while typing and went off the handle, screaming his head off, his foul mood continuing for the rest of the day.

After a couple of weeks of relentless torture, he stepped up his game. He went over to Mayuri’s room after a long shift and, in the middle of sex, Urahara started talking about you.

“You can’t imagine how good they feel, Mayuri-san. Their skin is so soft, your hands glide over it so smoothly... and their taste, fuck, it’s intoxicating, I could live off it and nothing else.” He changed his angle, making sure he was rubbing the other man’s prostate with each thrust. “But the best part is shoving my cock inside them and feeling how nice and tight they get around me, sucking me in as I fuck them. Just like you’re doing right now. Can you picture it Kurotsuchi-san?”

For the longest time, Mayuri didn’t say anything - his lips pressed into a hateful scowl. But Urahara could feel how horny thinking about you in all those scenarios was making him - he had gone impossibly harder and his whole body was taut and shivery, tell-tale signs that he was just about desperate to cum, but determined not to.

“Would you fuck them? Would you like that?” Urahara then whispered, his breath hot on Mayuri’s neck. “What if they were here, lying underneath you, you buried inside them as I fuck you from behind... would you like that? Picture them, moaning and screaming, contracting around your dick, milking you until the very last drop-”

Mayuri’s restrain snapped. His whole body convulsed as he came violently, letting out obscene moan after moan. His untouched cock, spurting his seed all over the futon. With a smug smile plastered across his face, Urahara came deep inside him, seconds later.

He’d promised Mayuri such a thing could be arranged, if he wished, but as soon as Mayuri had shaken off the post-orgasmic brain fog, he had kicked him out of his room without further discussion, locking the door with a loud clanking for good measure.

It wasn't until a few days later, when they were alone in the lab working late, that Kurotsuchi had approached him before leaving for the night.

“Do it.” He said, looking conflicted, as he worried his white-painted lower lip.

“I don’t know, Kurotsuchi-san, I fear that might alter the entire chain of reaction.” Kisuke muttered, not lifting his gaze from the chemicals he was handling.

“No, idiot. Arrange... the meet up.”

“Wha- oh...” Urahara quickly put everything down on the table and focused his attention on his subordinate, trying to hold back his excitement “you mean with-“

“Yes.” Mayuri cut him off, looking like he was starting to regret his decision.

“Well, sure! What changed your mind?”

“None of your business!”

“Huh...” Urahara studied the other man with a guarded smirk. “You do realise there will be some ground rules, Mayuri-san?”

“Like what?” Mayuri eyed him suspiciously.

“Well, as always, the paint has to come off. Is that something you would be willing to do?” Urahara held his breath with anticipation. Mayuri was extremely private about his face, there were very few people alive in the Soul Society who’d ever seen it unmasked. If he was willing to show you-

“Yes, I gathered that. What else?” He answered without hesitation and sounding a little testy.

Urahara was besides himself with glee.

“You're a very smart man, Mayuri-san, so you’ll probably have deduced this too, but our relationship dynamic won’t change. You both will sub for me and you will be in your best behavior... I don’t want you teaching them bad habits. Agree?”

Kurotsuchi considered him quietly for a long minute, before nodding his head. “Have you... Have they- have you spoken to them about it, yet?”

“We’ve discussed inviting a third person, yes. They were very happy to.”

“Have you discussed it being me?” Mayuri asked again, failing to hide the anxiety in his voice.

Urahara lowered his chin, letting his fringe cast a shadow over his eyes to hide his fib. “No.”

Mayuri’s face fell. “Then why the hell are you wasting my time??” he screamed, enraged. “Talk to them, then talk to me. Good grief, you’re unbearable.”

“I'm sure they’ll say yes, I wanted to know if you were keen first.”

“Keen? I'm not keen! I’m merely curious to see if I can find relief by screwing someone else or if I need to go ahead and remove my testicles to free myself from any sexual needs altogether!! One way or another, I never have to see your stupid orgasm face again!!” He screeched as he made his way out, gesturing wildly. “Keen... How ridiculous!”

“Ok, ok, I got it! My, my...”

Urahara shook his head to the sides and chuckled fondly as he swung his chair around to continue working. That had gone pretty well, he thought. Mayuri had looked so disappointed thinking you might still say no, and as for not being keen... the level of denial was ludicrously astronomical.

Of course, Urahara had talked to you first. And to say you were eager would be the understatement of the century.

He’d noticed how you looked at Mayuri across the lab as well, your glances much more demure, but brimming with just as much interest. It was risible that you never met each other’s eyes with how much time you spent staring at one another!

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