Inori pulls himself off Tōkan's lap then sits on the edge of the bathtub, spreading his legs and reaching down with both hands, one around his cock and one below it with his index and middle fingers to either side of his vagina, pulling it slightly open.

...and at that, finally, he looks away in embarrassment. "I want you to eat me out, and finger me, and stretch me."

"...Inori-kun it's so fucking hot when you tell me what to do like that. Yes, yes, I love you, your wish is my command, I'm going to make you come so much."

"Nnh, okay, too many words, go."

He can't help himself. When he's close enough his breath is tickling Inori's skin he says, "Itadakimasu!"

Which makes Inori go even redder even as he starts giggling. He hits the side of Tōkan's ribcage with one heel, hard, but he's ridiculously wet and precoming again.

Tōkan starts by licking some of his own cum that's still dripping there clean but after that he gets three fingers in while he starts licking the part of the base of Inori's shaft where it opens into his labia. Omega males don't have a clitoris but that area is still very sensitive and he knows how much Inori likes to be licked there. Then once his fingers are sufficiently slick he changes hands so he can start fingering Inori's asshole at the same time as his pussy.

fuck

It's almost too much, he stops jerking himself off because he's getting oversensitive from all the stimulation. They don't do all that much anal, comparatively speaking, so Tōkan's fingers starting to help stretch him and press against his prostate still hurts in just the right way. He wonders if there's something to do with being an omega that makes him really enjoy being stretched open like that or if he just accidentally acquired a kink from Tōkan but he doesn't much care, the pain and pleasure at the same time are too much, far too much.

Well if Inori isn't gonna jerk himself off that means Tōkan can suck his cock. He has to focus pretty hard on all three things he's doing right now to not let any of them slip but the body shudders and occasional whimpers Inori can't bite back are incredibly motivating.

Eventually Inori gets a sufficient hold of himself to say, "I th-thought I s-said you should e-eat me out fuck—"

Tōkan pulls away from Inori's dick with a wet pop and says, "Want me to stop this? I can go back to that."

"...n-no. Keep, ah, fuck," because Tōkan never stopped fingering his ass and he chose right then to get a fourth finger in, the bastard. "Keep doing that. Bastard."

"Your wish is my command, my prince."

And he pulls Tōkan even closer with his legs and starts running his fingers through Tōkan's hair while he works on Inori's cock. He shuts his eyes and bites on his lip almost hard enough to draw blood because he doesn't trust himself to not cry out otherwise. His breath is ragged and he knows the bastard could make him come like this and he's not doing that, he's just, just edging Inori and making sure he's simmering in pleasure.

God he really wants to make Inori come like this, wants to drink all of him up, but he shouldn't, not yet, because he knows Inori will be so sensitive when he puts his cock in Inori's ass. He'll make that gorgeous face of his and try so hard not to moan. Tōkan's erection itself is staying up but he's not knotting anymore, not without the direct physical stimulation, so he knows he'll be able to go in without much trouble, even though part of him doesn't want to because going in already knotted always gets Inori to make the sexiest noises.

He loves Inori. Loves him so much it hurts, he needs to make this happen, he needs to cause Inori to feel these things. Knowing that this beautiful boy is being driven out of his mind because of Tōkan just... is the best fucking feeling in the world.

But there's only so much he can take of this, this maddening teasing, he feels like he might've precome himself dry, he's not sure he has anything left, he, he, "Please fuck me. Please Tōkan, I need—"

He pulls away again. "I don't think you're stretched enough—"

"I don't care," he says, a bit too loudly, then he clamps his mouth shut with a hand. "Rip me open, I need."

"I love it when you beg. Love it so much. Love you so much."

And to the extent his erection had been flagging it is right back up at this. Inori uses that face like a weapon.

When Tōkan has stood up to start angling his cock in Inori reaches for him and pulls him in to kiss him, lick him, bite him. "Please, please, I need, please, fuck me, please fuck me, ruin me, please—"

You know what he'll do, what he'll do is push his cock into Inori's pussy to the hilt—

—so that it's slick enough that he can start pushing it into Inori's asshole (never the order around, for obvious reasons). He was right, Inori isn't sufficiently stretched, but given the way Inori digs his fingernails into Tōkan's back hard enough to break skin Tōkan feels like he must be doing something right. He keeps his knot in as long as he can but as soon as he's fully in he lets go and it goes.

Inori is not sure how he managed not to scream. Is not sure how he ever manages not to scream whenever Tōkan knots inside him, really, he feels full to the absolute brim, he's not sure he has any internal organs anymore, it's just Tōkan.

And Tōkan leans back forward to kiss him again and start pounding.

The knot doesn't let him do it that much but by the same token even a little bit of movement there is insanely stimulating. There is no Inori anymore, there's just pure need, his mind is clear of thought and he's not even sure if his eyes are open or shut, he can't see anything anymore, can't process any senses other than touch.