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Yea, yea, we're the couple half, obviously. [he further smooshes his foot against Genya's face to punish(?) him]

[Another bit of cake gone, Aak is the type to not leave any on the plate. No matter how much frosting there is. He might as well, considering he's now captive until the others have sated their intense desire for paw pads.]

Family is no matter what you've got the same blood. [And that's a blessing and a curse.] You guys probably care more about me than my old man ever did anyways.

[Not to bring the mood down, or anything. Aak's tone about his father is simple and matter-of-fact. Rather than his father, who he felt stuck with, where he felt taken for granted simply because they were "family," these two... he chose to be with.]

[Even when they were weird about his feet.]

[ The couple half?? Yet, with his face being smooshed by Aak's foot, Genya realizes that... it's true. He loves them both, but it's certainly not the same love he feels for Sanemi or those siblings that have passed on. Platonic doesn't come into the picture at all. Not even platonish, which is what many relationships in this resort end up being given its nature.

He is quiet for a moment before saying what no one, out of the three of them, would expect him to be the first to say: ]

We should have sex, then. All together.

[All conversational continuation in Rin's head comes to a sudden halt when Genya's words strike her like a cold fish to the face.]

—Excuse me?

[Did... that just come out of Genya's mouth? Not her mouth, not Aak's, but Genya's?]

[Aak was intending to be good and not push anything dirty... but, well, now Genya's with his foot on his face saying they should all do it.]

... did you get too turned on from paw pads?

[And, unless Genya's grips his ankle to stop it, he's gonna slide his foot down to press that paw pad between his legs. It's hardly with enough force to hurt, just to check if he's sporting a stiffie after thinking of them as something like family.]

I ain't against it, though. [Nudge. Nudge. If they really were all three dating then it just made sense. He casts a look over to the startled Tohsaka.] How about it, Rin, one for each side~?

[He wouldn't hate being in the middle again but while he doesn't care about eye contact... he'd feel a little slighted if Genya decided it was enough to look at Rin's face during it and not his.]

What?

[ Genya says, blankly, as if he doesn't understand why Rin's looking at him like he's grown a second head. At the end of the day he's a hot-blooded young man that's horny around these parts ninety-nine percent of the time. He's just shy around new people! And cute girls! And during shitty games that make him say dick dick penis balls out loud on the network!!

Then, Aak's foot lands over his crotch. He isn't hard, but it isn't difficult to start getting him riled up. That pressure is enough to start getting his dick hard. A Pavlovian response to Aak touching him. ]

Is it weird to say?

[ Since they're all together... doesn't it make sense?! ]

Well, it's difficult to say no when he actually asks for it instead of spending all his time on hand holding or chaste kisses, right?

[Tohsaka leans into Aak. Her expression turns wicked and her voice has a conspiratorial lilt.]

You think we could get him to beg, or should we have mercy on him for being so forward about his desires? I kind of want to hear how nasty he wants it.

[Maybe they should make him say dick dick penis balls...]

[Anyways, Aak casually rolls his foot. Genya isn't stopping him, so he knows he's got assumed permission to work the younger man up as much as necessary. The fact he's getting harder at least spares him some mockery- that he wasn't hard just from squishing them earlier.]

Wow, even on Christmas? You're twisted, babe. [Which is a compliment, really.]

Well? [He turns his gaze down onto Genya,] You confident you can handle both of us at once~? If either of us isn't satisfied we're gonna have to play with you until we are.

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