[ IV arches and groans low in his throat, tendrils slipping from his back to start rubbing feverishly at Chris and Michael. ]

I, I-- Oh god, otouto, please. Please otouto's cock feels so good I need more I-- it's so good...!

[ He starts to bite and suck at Chris's neck desperately as Michael settles inside him, the feeling of both of their swollen stomachs pressed against him driving IV wild. ]