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“Mamo-chan, what are you doing?!” Well, that’s what Usagi wanted to say, but she currently had a rather effective obstruction to clear speech to deal with, which meant that it came out as “Mmmm-mmm, mmmm mmm mmm mmmmm?!”
The nude man smiled kindly down at his lover’s surprised face and was again reminded of why he loved “surprising” the blonde on Saturday mornings like this one. “Now, now, Usako, you know it’s impolite to talk with your mouth full.”
Usagi rolled her eyes and groaned, but any irritation soon passed by. She had a cock in her mouth, after all—her favorite cock, to be precise. Sure, her experience with the hentai youma had exposed her to members with greater length and girth, but this one belonged to someone special, and there was really only one way to respond in a situation like this. Usagi leaned forward so she could get a better angle, and, grabbing the base of the shaft with one hand while she massage her lover’s balls with the other, began bobbing her head along the length of Mamoru’s manhood.
Of course, it was obvious that Mamoru had already done most of the work while waking her up, because he was almost ready to explode as it was—Usagi had only been blowing him for about two minutes when his body stiffened as his cock began to burst in white cream. Fortunately, Usagi knew Mamoru well enough to know what to do next; while she didn’t really have any preference between swallowing his cum or allowing him to spurt it all over his face, she knew that Mamo-chan generally preferred the former, so, not wanting to waste a drop, she pushed her head down as far as it would go, suppressing her gag reflex so that her lover’s seed would shoot straight down her throat. Mamoru, for his part, gave his informed opinion about her technique: “Oh… fuck… yeah…”
Usagi was mildly disappointed that she hadn’t been able to suck her lover off as long she’d hoped, but she sensed that Mamoru was really thinking about something else. So, with the oral sex done, the two moved on to pillow talk. “So… how are you doing?”
“Fine,” Mamoru replied.
“Oh, come on, Mamo-chan. You don’t have to dodge the question with me… I understand, really.”
The college student sighed in exasperation. “It’s the same thing as usual. Confusion, frustration, depression, et cetera.”
“I’m sorry, Mamo-chan.”
“I never asked to be turned into some yaoi horndog, you know?”
“I know.”
Of all the victims of the recent sex demon attacks, there were none whom Usagi felt more sorry for than Mamoru, and not just because of their extremely close emotional relationship, either. As it turned out, he ended up being the one who was subjected to the demons’ degradation and humiliation far more than any of the Senshi were. While one might think that all these perverted nasties were mostly after young women (particularly if one’s opinion was based on the rapidly growing porno collection Ami had stored on the Mercury Computer), reality, it turned out, was quite different. A large number of sex demons, it seemed, had absolutely no preference with regard to gender—and this included all kinds of demons, from seductive succubae to the most hideous of tentacle demons. The ones that did have a preference seemed to be split roughly 50-50, which is where the problem came. There were ten defenders on the front line of this conflict, and as humanity’s primary line of defense, they were often as not singled out as targets for all demons. The problem was that only one of these ten was male, which made for a very disproportionate situation.
It all came down to math in the end; x number of demons wanted sex with a girl, and the same number wanted sex with a guy. Those who wanted girls could spread out between nine Senshi, while those who wanted guys had only one Tuxedo Kamen. The implications of this didn’t hit home for Usagi until she saw it in action, though: it had happened when she was responding to the “silent alarm” that the two of them shared to let one know when the other was in danger. She’d arrived at a park to find the man she loved being ruthlessly violated by a pair of tentacle demons—who happened to be at the front of a line that stretched for half a block. It would have been comical if it wasn’t so horrifying.
It was only later that she learned that Mamoru, in the guise of Tuxedo Kamen, had offered himself to the demons in return for allowing the original targets, a group of young boys who couldn’t have been more than six or seven years old, to go free. Fortunately for the boys, the demons had accepted the offer. Unfortunately for Tuxedo Kamen, the demons had accepted the offer. (In retrospect, this had been the turning point of the whole conflict; quite simply, the Senshi had been somewhat desensitized to the sexual degradation, almost to the point where it seemed like part of their normal job description, but somehow, it had never occurred to them that Mamoru might actually be getting an even rawer deal. This incident was the impetus that finally caused the Senshi to really take the offensive in the conflict, and less than two months later, it was over.)
Needless to say, large quantities of sex magic like that can really fuck up a person’s orientation (not to mention the warped kinks). Mamoru essentially found himself in the same situation as his girlfriend: where before he was a fairly normal straight guy, he was now very much bisexual, and he was still having considerable difficulty accepting it. Part of this was because of the considerable social stigma against male-male sexual relationships, sure, but his relative difficulty couldn’t be entirely attributed to the “double standard” of same-sex relationships. In essence, it was the same problem he’d encountered when they were still fighting the hentai demons: Usagi might have been permanently screwed up, but at least she had eight very close friends who were just as screwed up as she was (two of whom were already attracted to women to begin with). Mamoru, on the other hand, didn’t really have any outlet for his increased sexual needs. It wasn’t enough simply to find a (preferably bisexual) male lover—he needed one who was not only perverted enough to handle a relationship with him, but trustworthy enough to be brought within the Senshi’s inner circle (because perversion at the level of Mamoru’s simply begged for an honest explanation). More than once he’d found himself wishing that his Generals were still around.
He tried not to dwell on that sort of thing, though. It was just too much like Minako and Makoto—before the hentai youma anyway. Somehow, it just wouldn’t be the same if somebody wasn’t constantly pining away for an impossibly perfect theoretical Mr. Right; Mamoru had just never expected that he’d be the one doing the pining one day.
Naturally, Usagi wanted to do whatever she could to help the love of her life. She’d offered to use her Disguise Pen so that he could practice making love with another male body for when he did find that special someone—an offer that Mamoru had happily accepted, of course, though his instincts were telling him that getting an actual man in the sack would feel totally different. Still, that was for another time.
“We’d better be going. There’s a meeting today after all.”
“You’re actually coming?” Usagi asked (immediately regretting her choice of words).
This got an eyebrow raise from Mamoru, but little else. “Yeah. I figure I might as well see what the fuss is about—well, that, and Haruka and Michiru told me that they’re both ready to try having straight sex of their own free will, and I’m apparently the ‘safest’ guy they can think of.”
“Aww… that’s sweet of you, Mamo-chan.”
“Thanks… but we’d better get going. Unlike you, I’ve never believed in being fashionably late.”
This earned Mamoru a playful punch on the shoulder. “Quiet, you. Let’s get dressed, get breakfast, and get going.”
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