And what pleasure does a pen give?

“I don't understand what these perverts find sexual about girls masturbating with a pen,” : Ranpo asked, looking at Dazai with interest. “Well, I don't know, at least they make such funny faces!” : Osamu sang out the last words, imagining some beautiful woman. “Watch less porn,” : Edozawa said, twirling and examining a traditional Japanese pen. In general, there were a lot of questions. As usual, the detective spent the evening in his apartment. He also tossed the pen from one hand to the other. It was strange how entertaining it could be. Edogawa decided to distract himself from his pointless thoughts by simply walking around the entire square. Stumbling from corner to corner, kicking some trash, Ranpo was also cleaning up. And then, again pushing all kinds of junk into other corners, he kicked out another pen, and not his at all. Picking it up, he began to examine it. Turning it over in his hands, it became clear that this pen was from America, but as usual made in China, ballpoint, smooth, only dirty. “This is probably how they entertain themselves,” : Ranpo clarified. “Actually, they insert it into the vagina, but where would I put it? And what would I do with it anyway?” Edozawa pondered, humming a tune to himself, swinging his bare legs, for he had taken off all his lower clothing. "There's no lubricant, that's a pity. And what's the point of just rubbing it if there's no moisture? Maybe stretch myself a little? And what do I do with the handle afterwards? Slobber on it too, or what?!" The detective, willy-nilly, moistened his fingers with saliva and placed them against the anal opening. But perhaps this stretching would be useless, for the handle is not so large and is also similar to a finger, but Edogawa thought it best, for he knows little about such matters. Now the other end of the pen was bathed in the sticky liquid. For the time being, the detective's mouth emitted a dissatisfied grunt, as the tight walls caused discomfort. But Ranpo understood that only the base was stretched, as he did not need much space beyond that. The writing implement safely emerges from Edogawa's mouth, building a Chinese wall of saliva as it does so. The hand is removed from the anus and now the handle is leaning against it. “It's hard...” sighed the sweet tooth deeply, gently inserting the stationery into himself. Luckily, it was rounded at the end: “I don't understand how this...” The pen touched his prostate, eliciting Ranpo's first moan of pleasure. For this moment, he could forget about the pain: “Interesting...” Having inserted it almost completely, Edogawa moved it back, almost completely removing it from inside, but then inserting it back in again: “It still hurts... No, this is definitely not mine!” But the movements did not stop, they continued as before: back and forth, back and forth. His body got used to the object inside him, and his hand became more effective at moving the pen. Not only moans and indistinct sounds came out of the genius's mouth, but also groans and exclamations. “Usually... In such cases, someone's name is also spoken...” Ranpo recalled, but he could barely think: “Whose name?” For a while longer, Edozawa continued to relax, completely forgetting about his idea. He managed to restrain himself from hitting the sensitive spot and not sticking out his entire body. But after a few more moments of bliss, his body couldn't take it anymore, and the detective's lips uttered the diminutive, affectionate form of the name of the person he knew best: “Eddy...” “Funny...” smiled the representative of the Mongoloid race, covering his cheeks with an even thicker layer of blush: “Apparently, my body decided for me...” Edogawa moaned pleasantly again, once more touching the sensitive bundle of nerves. Picking up speed, his cock began to tremble and demand attention. The detective pulled his other hand onto his organ, trying to keep in time, but it was difficult to do different things with both hands. “Mmm...” : Ranpo moaned languidly, voicing his thoughts, “Fuck me... on this table... my Poe-kun...” : He didn't notice how it had turned into such vulgar phrases. This idyll was interrupted by a knock on the door, even though it was already quite late. These beautiful moments had to end before they were even finished. But before cleaning up after himself, Edogawa reluctantly approached the front door. Because then, according to the information, we'll figure out what to do. “Who is it? Alone?” “Ranpo-kun, aren't you going to open it?” : Edgar's voice sounded confused. “I wrote a story here, it's very important for you to evaluate it!” “Maybe... you'd like to do something more interesting.” : Edogawa opened the door, hiding half of his body behind it, but it was clear that he was naked. “And what-” Allan noticed his friend's appearance and was embarrassed, because it was clear that he had never seen him without clothes : "Do you want to... With me? “Yes, fuck me... Your pen isn't that interesting.” The detective gently kissed him on the cheek, closing the door as he did so, and immediately catching a passionate kiss.