Semi

“Could you, for once, not make my job harder?”

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, taking a last drag and flicks the butt of his cigarette into a grate. “Well, if it weren’t for assholes like me, dickwads like you wouldn’t have a job, right? So really, who’s the altruistic one here?”

“You have a twisted way of thinking,” Semi says, still jotting notes.

As he writes, Iwaizumi glances up through dark lashes at the tall police officer and swallows against a dry throat. He may not like law and order but he appreciates a man in uniform… well, his man in uniform. Crisp, clean cotton with sharp lines, a perfect match to his sharper jaw, Semi is the prettiest cop he’s ever seen and he’s seen a lot. Oh to wreck that perfection, make it messy and debauched. He almost shudders at the thought.

“Maybe I just missed you and couldn’t wait until dawn when you crawl back from the dredges of this shit hole,” he says, drawing out his pack of cigs along with his lighter only to have both disappear from his grasp in a moment. “Hey! What the fuck!” he snaps, springing from his leaned position on the alley wall.

Semi tosses the items to the passenger side of his patrol car; “You know I hate those things.”

“Yeah but they’re not illegal! Give’em back!” Iwaizumi insists.

“They are for you when I’m around. Stop whining, you can go five minutes without sucking on something.”

Iwaizumi’s voice drops, a salacious smile replacing the scowl on his face. “Maybe you should just give me something else to suck on then.” He drops his gaze to below Semi’s belt and licks his lips.

Semi rolls his eyes despite the wealth of heat bursting in his gut at the thought of Iwaizumi on his knees for him.

They shouldn’t work, the pair of them, a literal bad boy and a cop. But Semi’s always been a sucker (pun not intended) for a man with tats and a “too cool for school” attitude, ever since he was in high school.

Besides, much as Iwaizumi’s mouth around his cock is appealing, he’d much rather have him cuffed and at his mercy. It’s a stupid idea Eita, you could get in a lot of trouble, fired even.

He’s had this fantasy for a while; finding Iwaizumi in the hum of the city, cuffing him with his hands behind his back, or better yet, with arms and legs spread out over a bed, Semi doing whatever he wants to him while he can’t move.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about so hard ?” Iwaizumi purrs in his ear, palming the front of his pants, a sigh escaping at the feel of his cock pressed against the material.

Semi nearly drops his notebook and falls back against the side of his car. “Shit… stop…” He pushes back up, gets Iwaizumi off him.

“Awwww, come on! I wanna know…” He steps back into his space, the lingering smell of his tobacco with an undertone of cologne filling Semi’s nose.

“We can’t,” Semi hisses, “don’t make me get rough with you.”

“Oh but officer, I want you to get rough with me,” Iwaizumi teases, though he does move back; “Assuming you even could.”

Semi narrows his eyes.“I’ll show you rough, punk.” He snaps the notebook shut and nearly flings it to join the cigarettes and lighter in his car. Pulling out his cuffs, he grabs Iwaizumi’s wrist, twisting his arm behind his back as he pivots him to slam his face against the wall.

Iwaizumi grunts against the impact. Usually it wouldn’t hurt so much but his cheek is already cut from his earlier tussle. “Sheesh, you weren’t kidding,” he complains but his voice betrays his arousal.

“You have the right to remain silent, I suggest you use it,” Semi growls, twisting the other hand to join its partner and clicks the cuffs into place. “Keep your hands here, understand?”

“You tell me to shut up and then ask me a question… ugh!” Iwaizumi grunts as Semi twists his arms up higher, straining his shoulders. “Ok, ok!” He nods and the pressure releases.

“See? You can stay in line,” Semi purrs, nipping the shell of his ear. His mouth trails down Iwaizumi’s neck, sucking his skin as he grinds his erection against his prisoner’s ass making him moan. Semi grits his teeth; he shouldn’t be doing this but he’s horny and it’s a slow night. Besides, Shirbau is more than capable of covering for him.

Decision made, he pulls Iwaizumi away from the wall, opens the door to the back seat of his car and shoves him inside, not bothering to help him sit up properly.

“Where you takin’ me?” Iwaizumi asks a bit breathless.

“Somewhere it’s ok to make you scream.”

“Hngh! Fu… fuck! Eita! Come on!” Iwaizumi’s face is red, his body sweat covered despite the cool of the night. Pressed uncomfortably and at an awkward angle against the door of his boyfriend’s squad card, he trembles as the feel of Semi’s mouth and tongue sliding around his oversensitive cock; he’s already cum three times tonight.

But Semi doesn’t let up, keeps sucking his cock like… like… he can’t form a coherent thought let alone a comparison because fucking hell it’s just too much! “Ei.. ta… I can’t… I can’t anymore…” His muscles clench against the long fingers scissoring and stretching him, bucks his hips despite his own claims of needing a reprieve but it just feels so good when Semi tickles his prostate that he can’t help it.

Semi pops off, wiping his mouth. “Sure you can, Hajime, you asked for this you know… you wanted me to be rough on you… punish you like the bad boy you are…”

“No… please… no more,” Haijim pants.

Semi tuts tuts, winces against the feel of his hardness still pressed against his clothes as he leans back up. “In that case, I guess it’s time for the other…” He reaches forward, maneuvering Iwaizumi’s pants off, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of his bad boy looking so thoroughly wrecked with his mouth hanging open and sweat rolling down his neck, his shirt a rumpled mess. His arms probably ache something fierce but he’s a tough boy.

Slowly he unbuckles and removes his belt, tossing it to the front seat of the car where it bounces off to the floor, jangling as it falls. He unbuttons and pulls off his pants, sighing at the pressure release when his cock springs free. He folds them, neatly placing them on the front seat then removes his shirt and does the same with it; it wouldn’t do to get cum on on his uniform.

Iwaizumi watches him, still working to gain his breath but it’s momentarily stolen at the sight of how hard and thick Semi looks like this. He licks his lips, wants to suck him off so badly but he know he won’t let him… not right now… not until he’s…

The tearing of foil and pop of a cap confirms his suspicions.

“Wait… you just happen to have that with you?” Iwaizumi asks, his voice cracking thanks to the dryness of his throat watching Semi slowly stroking his condom covered dick, coating it with lube.

“Confiscated,” Semi answers simply.

“Wait, you’re fucking me with evidence? Now who’s the bad boy?”

Semi allows himself a small smile. “You make all the good boys bad, don’t you Hajime?”

“Only you,” Iwaizumi replies and it comes out much softer than he intended but it’s the truth.

“Don’t go soft on me now,” Semi chuckles. Slicked up and ready for action, he pats his thighs; “Get up here, bitch.”

Iwaizumi narrows his gaze. “The least you could do is help me up, jerk.”

“I’ve seen your abs, Iwaizumi Hajime, you’ll be fine. Now quit stalling and start moving.”

Grunting, Iwaizumi does as told, hauling himself up and shifting to his knees. It’s a bit of a stretch to crawl with his hands still restrained but he manages to get close to Semi who does at least help him straddle his thighs and guides him into position. He has to keep his head bent down so as not to hit the roof of the car.

“Go slow, I stretched you as best I could but still, ugh!” Semi groans loudly as Iwaizumi takes his cock in one downward motion. “Fu… fuck…”

“That’s your job isn’t it?” Iwaizumi teases, through a sigh, leaning down to kiss him.

Semi pulls away, grasping him by the collar of his shirt. “I’m gonna fuck you alright,” he grunts, setting a bruising pace immediately, his fingers digging into Iwaizumi’s hips for leverage to pull him down, increasing the level of penetration and teasing the edge of his prostate as he thrusts up into him.

“Oh… oh!” Iwaizumi’s words and breath are stolen, the top of his head tapping against the roof as Semi fucks up into him making him bounce. He can’t even hold on, just has to trust that his lover will keep hold him steady, keep him safe. His arms are sore, the metal of the cuffs rubbing raw against his wrists and he’s sure to have some bruises after this but he doesn’t care, he wants marks from Semi.

“Fu… fuck baby… god that feels good!” Semi moans. He tugs Iwaizumi forward, groans at the feel of the ring in his tongue brushing against his as he invades his mouth.

They moan into each other, Semi still pumping up and down, his powerful leg muscles driving his cock deep into Iwaizumi’s willing body. It’s hot in the car, stuffy as their rapid breathing fills the cabin with carbon dioxide. The windows are cracked but the air outside is still and Semi feels his chest tightening just slightly in the thicker atmosphere.

But it feels too good to stop and who needs to breathe properly anyway?

Semi’s hand around Iwaizumi’s slowly firming cock, his strokes matching his thrusts makes him wince. “Fuck Eita! Too much! Too… damn it!”

“It’s not too much baby, you can take it, that’s a good boy, good… boy…” Semi punctuates his last words with even harder thrusts, his balls smacking against Iwaizumi’s ass.

Iwaizumi can’t hold back anymore, tears leaking out from his clenched eyes sending dark trails of eyeliner down his cheeks. He gasps, meets his glistening eyes to Semi’s half hooded gaze. “Please… please… Officer Semi… come for me… I can’t… I can’t take anymore.”

Semi lets go of his collar, moving his hand to his neck and traces the side of it gently. “Ok baby, ok. But you gotta come for me one more time… come on… you can do it…”

Iwaizumi cries out again as the friction of Semi’s fists against his dick increases, the sensation overwhelming as his ass gets punished by his cock. Self inflicted or not, he takes some solace in the fact Semi’s denied himself orgasm this whole time. He has nothing left, Semi’s literally drained him dry but the flutter in his stomach lets him know he’s gonna cum, even if nothing comes out of him.

“Ah… ah… Ei… Eita!” His body convulses, his fourth orgasm rolling over him from the top of his head to the very tips of his toes.

A moment later, Semi allows himself to positively erupt so violently he wonders if the condom can take the pressure. His hips stuttered, come to a stop as Iwaizumi collapses against him. They’re both breathing hard, sweat sticking their skin and the mess of their fucking tainting some of the back seat; Semi will have to have the car detailed tomorrow.

Slowly, Iwaizumi lifts his head, his face inches from Semi’s who leans into kiss him gently. “You did good, baby,” he praises.

Iwaizumi nods, slumping to the side. It’s a bit awkward getting disentangled from each other but finally Semi manages to unlock the cuffs, his face dismayed by the level of damage done to Iwaizumi’s wrists.

“Shit, Hajime, I didn’t even think… fuck! Are you ok?” he asks hurriedly.

Iwaizumi slowly pulls his arms forward, wincing until the strain of his muscles moving the opposite direction from where they’d been held for so long. He blinks down at his wrists; they’re red, some scratches actually beyond skin deep but he nevertheless gives a slow, satisfied smile to Semi as he lifts his head. “I’ve had worse than this and you know it, baby, don’t worry.”

Semi bite his bottom lip. “Yes, but… it’s never been because of me.”

Iwaizumi finishes buttoning his pants, drawing the other into a firm embrace. “I loved it. Now get dressed and take me out to breakfast, you sadist.”

A gift to Ari for always helping me with my crappy grammar (although Emma_Trevelyan helped me this time so I could keep this all a surprise for you). She also gave her blessing to add in Dom Asahi because it just seemed to fit with this prompt set so well.

“Asa-kun, I have a favor to ask. Well, not so much a favor as a question. It’s just that… it seemed better to come to you directly rather than—“

“Sacchan you’re making my anxiety creep up,” Asahi says setting down his cup of coffee. When his best friend asked him out to coffee and gossip he’d been prepared for just that. His brow furrows; “Is it Suga? Did something happen?”

Tendou waves wild hands at his question, eyes wide. “No! I mean, yes, it involves Koushi-kun but it’s not bad, I promise!”

“Then why do you look like you’re about to pass out? Did you eat this morning?” Asahi asks, pushing the remaining half of his pastry across the table.

Tendou eyes it, licking his lips but shakes his head, determined to just say it . “I want to wear that new lingerie I told you about, have you bind me and then you blow Suga, while I watch.”

Asahi nods along until the last words register. He lowers his voice, mindful of people around them not wanting to inadvertently eavesdrop on other people’s kinks, “You want to me to blow your boyfriend—one of my best friends—while you watch?”

Tendou nods rapidly, a wild smile on his face. “That’s what I said!”

“Much too loudly for decent society,” Asahi mumbles glancing round. He’s secure but there are limits.

“Sorry,” Tendou whispers, still loud but it’s so cute Asahi smiles.

He reaches across the table, taking long skinny fingers into his large warm hand and squeezes; “Have you talked to Suga about this?”

Tendou bites his bottom lip but lets it go when Asahi shakes his head slightly.

“I… I kinda wanted it to be a surprise?” Tendou says, his tone more a question than statement.

Again Asahi shakes his head. “You know I can’t do that. For one, professionally, all parties need to be aware and agree to what’s going on. And second, Suga and I are friends, that adds another layer entirely.”

Not that he’s opposed to it, not at all. Suga’s quite the looker when he’s not being a little shit but Asahi has no clue how he’ll take this.

Still, if Sacchan really wants this… “I could always set you up with one of my colleagues. You know, someone not personally known.” He shrugs. “Could add on another fantasy, sex with a stranger.”

But Tendou isn’t hearing it. “I want you to do it… him… you know what I mean.” He sighs dramatically, returning the hand squeeze before falling back into his chair. “You… you’re the best and I’d… I don’t think I’d enjoy it as much if it weren’t you. In fact, I know I wouldn’t.”

Asahi’s heart warms at Tendou’s trust and he takes pity on his pouting face. “Fine,” he says slowly, “I agree to it but only if we do it my way, which means asking Suga first.”

“But that’ll spoil the surprise,” Tendou whines.

Asahi chuckles, “I’m sure Suga will still be quite surprised by all this.”

“Fine, spoilsport.” He takes out his phone but as he unlocks it, a smile replaces his pout. Whatever’s on the screen must be from Suga.

Speak of the devil.

Asahi’s heart gives a flutter, grateful his best friend found someone who—while a handful in his own right—is genuinely a good person and treats Sacchan like a prince.

“I have time to talk with you both this afternoon, not that I’d planned on a working lunch but…” Asahi trails off with a smile.

Tendou snaps his attention back to him, his ridiculously giddy smile still in place. “Perfect! Koushi-kun just got home. His meeting was over quicker than expected!”

They finish their tea, gather their jackets and walk out onto the sidewalk, Tendou’s nerves showing in the way he chatters about everything under the sun.

Curled up in his favorite chair, Suga takes a long sip of perfectly warm, spiced chai tea; adding a dash of cayenne was a great idea, giving it just that little extra oomph he’s looking for.

Satori’s text has him intrigued. It’s not that he minds Asahi coming over, quite the contrary; it’s been too long since he and Dai joined them for game night. But he knows his boyfriend and even through text he can sense he’s excited about something and when Satori is that excited, Suga can’t help having an element of wariness creeping into his curiosity.

It isn’t long before he hears the trek of feet on the stairs mixed with Satori—oh, his voice is highly pitched they must really have a doozy for him—talking more than a mile a minute.

He calls over the din, “It’s open!”

The knob turns, letting in a stream of afternoon sunlight that catches Satori’s bright-hued hair just right and Suga feels his lips curling up at the sight; god he’s gorgeous.

A moment later, Asahi ascends into view, looming tall and broad, the same beams that highlighted Satori casting him in backlight making him seem bigger. No wonder people shy away from him all the time, the man doesn’t even have to try to be intimidating. But when he does…

Suga shivers just slightly at the vision the two make, feeling a tiny twinge of guilt for finding his friend so damn sexy; especially when he’s got his arm around his sweet, silly boyfriend helping to steady him as he almost trips taking off his shoes.

”I thought you were drinking tea and here I find you tipsy,” Suga jests, standing to offer a hug to Asahi and adds, “thanks for making sure he doesn’t break his neck.”

“Sacchan protection squad, that’s me,” Asahi chuckles returning the hug.

“I can take care of myself,” Satori whines, just as he smacks the back of his hand against the key shelf. “Ow…. ugh that hurt.”

“C’mere, ya one man typhoon,” Suga coaxes, pressing a soft kiss to the injured spot; it’s fiery red and will probably bruise. He gets Satori to the couch next to him, still holding his hand and gestures with the other for Asahi to sit down.

“And we did only have tea,” Satori pouts.

Suga flashes a grin. “Did someone slip you rum, then?”

Satori pouts more and it shouldn’t be so cute. “Koushi, stop teasing this is… it’s…” he trails off, looking to Asahi for help.

“What happened to your eagerness earlier?” Asahi asks.

“I… it… I’m am! But somehow—“

“Will someone please just tell me what the hell’s going on? I’ll have you know, I have a rather vivid imagination,” Suga complains.

“Suga, Sacchan wants me to bind him.”

“That’s not unus—“

“And watch me blow you.”

Suga blinks, mouth forming an “o” but no sound comes out. Well… that’s new. He glances at Satori who is vibrating with something between nerves and excitement. Suga swallows against a suddenly very dry mouth; “Maybe I need to work on my imagination.”

Asahi snorts as Satori cries out, “Be serious Koushi! It took a lot to admit that!”

Suga quirks an amused eyebrow. “Asahi did the admitting.”

“And he’s a lot of man so… it fits!”

Suga and Asahi both laugh, the former gathering Tendou’s hands into his. “Why couldn’t you tell me that?” he asks gently.

Tendou shrugs, dropping his gaze to their interlocked fingers. “Sometimes… sometimes I feel like even now, after all you know about me and all we’ve been through, you’ll think I’m a freak about… about my kinks. So when it came time to actually say it…” he pauses to look at Asahi. “Thank god you’re a professional, my idea would have ended in disaster.”

Asahi makes a quiet noise of understanding and nods while Suga draws Tendou into a warm embrace, kissing his temple and stroking fingers through his hair. “One, I already know you’re a freak, two it’s one of the things I love about you because it’s you and three,” he pulls back, cupping Tendou’s cheeks, “I’m just as freaky.” His smile speaks volumes to that truth.

Tendou’s eyes begin to light up, the burden of worry replaced with elation. “So… does that mean you agree?”

Suga casts a sidelong glance at Asahi, eyes him up and down then grins. “Who wouldn’t want Tall, Dark and Gorgeous over there on his knees for them?”

He’s gratified to see Asahi blush.

A moment later it’s gone as Asahi shifts from his usual glass hearted self to professional Dom, his face relaxed but expression serious. “OK, so logistics wise… Sacchan tied up—do you want rope, straps, cuffs…”

Tendou looks at Suga, squeezing his hands. “Whatever you wanna see me in, so you pick.”

Suga considers for a moment then asks, “Are you wearing anything or fully nude?”

“I have a new piece… it’s, um, lacy,” Tendou replies.

“Color?” Suga asks next, working to not get an erection.

“Black.”

Yep, dick’s getting harder. Suga clears his throat, crosses one leg over the other, only just catching the hint of amusement in Asahi’s eyes but he ignores it in favor of answering the question, “If you’ve got leather, I like the aesthetic of it with lace.”

Asahi nods. “I have oodles of leather.” He takes out his phone, tapping in a few notes.

Suga snorts, “Please tell me you don’t use the word “oodles” with any of your other clients.”

“Only with you nerds. Now, as far as set up goes… Sacchan, you want to be bound on the bed– oh did you want a gag, too?”

Tendou shakes his head; “No, I wanna be able to talk to Koushi. I think… I think that would be better, don’t you?” He turns to direct the question to his boyfriend.

Suga hums in consideration but then smiles, leans in close and whispers, “You know how much I love hearing your pretty moans, lovey.”

Tendou shivers, closing his eyes, the smallest of whimpers breaking into the quiet room.

Across it, Asahi clears his throat, “Focus, children, else no threesome for you.”

Suga giggles and draws away from Tendou but keeps a hand on his knee, his thumb tracing back and forth. “Sorry, master , we’ll behave.”

Asahi gives him a look. “You’re a little shit, you know that Suga?”

The grin Suga gives him could give the devil chills.

“Anyway, back to business,” Asahi continues, “I’ll bring an arrangement of leather restraints, we can test a few for compatibility with your outfit Sacchan, also for comfort. Now, as to action. We have Sacchan on the bed looking bound up and pretty,” he flashes a grin at the red head, “and at the foot of it Suga standing with me on my knees giving him the best damn blow job of his life—sorry Sacchan it’s true—and,” Asahi’s smile turns dangerous, “he doesn’t get to come until I say so… which will be after I’ve edged him and he’s fucked Sacchan.”

Satori whimpers at that, while Suga merely mouths fuck ; he’s really gonna give it to Satori tonight.

“So, next weekend work for you both?” Asahi asks back to his business tone as he looks at his calendar.

Suga nods rapidly before moving to straddle Satori’s lap, carding fingers through fire-red tresses that he tugs. Satori’s mouth falls open in a gasp but Suga claims his moan with his lips, tongue sliding in against the other’s.

“I’ll just show myself out,” Asahi chuckles, making way to leave but not before catching sight of Suga breaking the kiss long enough to whip off his shirt before diving back in, Sacchan’s long fingers raking down pale flesh leaving angry red marks; “Though it is tempting to watch… so pretty…”

But he doesn’t, forcing himself to walk out and shut the door. He’ll get a full show in a week… with participation privileges. Still, that minor display after their chat has him riled up and headed for home in a hurry. Poor Daichi… he’s no idea what’s coming.

The week feels tortuously long but finally Saturday arrives and Asahi is on his way from the station to Suga and Sacchan’s apartment. On his shoulder hangs a bag full of goodies that should the mild-mannered public around him ever catch a glimpse inside of they’ll be even more afraid of him; he can feel the odd looks at his leather pants as it is. In a way, it makes him feel smug rather than sad. They don’t know what they’re missing.

He mounts the stairs, reaches the door and knocks. Immediately it swings open, a very twittery Sacchan reaching to grab his wrist and drag him in; “Fuck Asa-kun I’m so excited I can’t even. This week has been hell .”

Asahi manages not to trip over the floor rug and sets his bag down. In a firm, low voice he says, “Sacchan, take a deep breath.” His hands settle on the other’s shoulders, eyes finding his and he inhaled deeply. “I know you’re looking forward to this but I don’t want you so worked up you lose focus ok?”

Sacchan nods rapidly, mimicking Asahi’s long slow breathing, exhaling the nervous tension in his body as best he can. After a few deep breaths, he nods more slowly. “Th… thanks. I’m ok now.”

“Good. Now, show me what you’re planning on wearing and we’ll figure out the restraints to go with it.”

Some of the energy is back as Sacchan rushes towards the bedroom but it’s less frantic so Asahi doesn’t say anything. He hums approval as he enters, glad to see Sacchan (or maybe Suga) have the area well prepared. The area is lit in soft light by candles placed well away from where they could accidentally be knocked over if things get energetic, their scent a light floral without being too perfumed.

On the floor under one of the bedside tables is a bucket with white wine chilling in ice while under its partner on the other side is another with water, no ice. Asahi opens the drawer above the water side and nods; easy to eat snacks in the form of granola bars and bananas. In the wine side’s are condoms, lube, moist towelettes and dry towels.

“You prepped well,” Asahi compliments.

“Thanks, it was Koushi’s idea. He said to rearrange anything you need… we weren’t sure on aesthetics vs. function.”

Asahi turns to tell him everything looks fine but the words catch in his throat and he swallows them back down; Sacchan looks ravishing . With his pale skin, black is definitely his color and the lace… oh the lace… a teddy, with high cut thigh lines showing off those gorgeous, long legs. The bodice portion clings to his body like a dream but looks soft, instills a sense of innocence incongruous with the scene about to unfold and Sacchan’s hands covering his crotch only add to that impression.

Asahi reaches forward unthinkingly, trails the tips of his fingers over Tendou’s outer thigh, asking in hushed tones, “Did you… shave for this?”

Sacchan nods shyly. “I liked the feel better… do you think it was a bad idea?”

Asahi shakes his head very slowly. There isn’t much that could be done if he had thought it a bad move but he doesn’t give voice to that. “You look amazing, Suga is going to lose his mind.”

Sacchan blushes all the way to his roots and it’s one of the biggest mixes of sweet and sexy Asahi’s seen in quite some time… maybe ever.

He blinks, remembers he has a job to do here and he better get on it since Suga will be home soon. They’d decided parameters of the play today—the big ticket items—through email but some things (like Sacchan’s outfit and the restraint set up) were left out, giving a nod to his want of surprising his lover.

Asahi lifts his bag, setting it on the bed. The comforter has been removed and the top sheet pulled back; the lavender color of the fabric will work extremely well with Sacchan’s color scheme. Asahi opens the bag, the zipper sounding loud in the room which reminds him; “Did you want music playing or no?”

“Um, not sure, what do you think?”

Asahi considers then shakes his head. “I think not, don’t want anything to deter from the screaming I’ll have you both doing.”

He doesn’t miss the shaky breath Sacchan lets out at that and smiles, focusing on becoming the Dom need him to be.

“Ok,so I have two minds about this,” he says, beginning to draw out items and lay them on the mattress, “Suga said he wanted leather which made me think of this new cuff set I’ve been dying to try.” He holds them up, turning this way and that; “You’d be bound by your wrists and ankles with a strap in the middle, basically trussed up like the piece of meat you are…”

Sacchan trembles slightly as he reaches to take and examine this option. He asks hesitantly, “What was your other mind thinking?”

Asahi chuckles, pulling out his whip. His eyes darken as he coils it between his large hands, the snap loud in the room. “I’ll tie you up with your arms completely bound to your sides, kneeling on the bed, watching me pleasure your man.”

Sacchan whimpers, eyes darting back and forth between the two choices. It’s hard to decide which Suga would like best (though probably either he’ll be into).

“Tell me your thoughts,” Asahi says, voice low but sweeter.

“Um, well, the cuffs make me think he’d be able to see my outfit better? Cause the whip will cover most of it…”

“I can set the arch to however far you want. It’ll be tight and secure but I’m not going to bend you in half… unless that’s what you want.”

Tendou hums in consideration then nods. “Not too steep an arch sounds good but yeah, I want Koushi to be able to see the piece.”

“It’s so lovely I can’t blame you. Plus, now I get to see the new toy in action,” Asahi says wrapping and setting the whip back in the bag. He slides his jacket and shirt off to lay them inside as well and zips it up before setting it in the closet, shutting the door.

“So many muscles,” Tendou sighs, eyes a bit hazy.

“I have an image to maintain, plus have you seen my boyfriend? He’s a lot of man to handle.”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing that actually,” Tendou says and the admission has Asahi’s cock twitching. Confident as he is, Daichi has continued to demur from them being watched together, but maybe some day, if it were Sacchan and Suga… Asahi shakes his head.

“Ok,” Asahi claps his hands, “lets get you tied up baby.”

I wonder what he’s wearing

Suga climbs the stairs eagerly, his heart speeding up with every step he takes, closer to a night unlike any he’s sure he’s ever had. Initially it felt cruel to have to wait a week for this but Suga begrudgingly admits to himself it was for the best. It’s given time for he and Satori to talk more about their kinks, share fetishes or fantasies they were previously too shy or even scared to admit to one another; including that both of them had wondered what it would be like to have a threesome.

It’d been mentioned before, usually in the middle of drunken laughing fits about who among their friends would be the funniest to try it with. But they’ve never seriously discuss it, not till now, not till Asahi.

A shiver of anticipation runs up Suga’s spine. He knows even with Asahi on his knees for him, this is his show; at least in regards to directing. He—Sugawara Koushi—is the star for Tendou Satori.

“I want to watch you feel good from a different vantage. To watch you getting worked up, ready to take me… I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”

Satori had said that two nights ago, and it’s played over and over in his head since then.

He reaches the door and turns the knob only to find it locked. Suga half draws his keys out then smiles, lifting a hand to knock. The latch clicks, the door opens and his mouth almost drops; Asahi and leather pants are a very good combination.

“Suga, welcome home.” Asahi steps aside, gesturing for him to enter which he does, shivering with anticipation as he shuts the door and locks it again. “Remove your clothing and put this on,” Asahi orders, his voice even and calm, assured his directions will be followed as he hangs a black silk robe on one of the coat hooks.

A short sharp spark of embarrassment shoots through Suga at the thought of stripping before Asahi but he either picks up on it or it’s part of the play to not watch because when Suga turns around Asahi is already headed down the hall, his back to him.

Don’t overthink it, just do it

Suga strips quickly, sighing as the slick cool material slides over his skin, his nerves tingling for want of touch, anticipation making everything feel more intense.

He ties it up, folds his clothes and sets them on the couch then heads down the hall to join Asahi who stands waiting next to the not fully closed bedroom door and gives him a wicked smile. “Your pleasure awaits,” he says, voice low, laced with lust and brimming with promise, his large palm pressing open the door to reveal…

Suga’s sure his heart has stopped.

Satori is on his knees, wrists and ankles bound behind him, his cock tantalizing encased in sheer fabric. Suga wants to lick it, wants to suck his balls through it, wants to tease him. He manages to whisper, “You look so lovely.”

There’s a soft answering whimper from the bed, Satori’s eyes half lidded but full of longing; Suga wonders how long Asahi’s had him tied up like this.

Asahi leans in closer, his breath hot on Suga’s ear making him shiver. Sometimes he forgets just how much taller he is than him but he remembers it now, senses his power and his will, feels the heat radiating off him; “He does look a sight doesn’t he? You want the full tour before we get started? Or should I leave you a few surprises?”

Suga takes in a shuddering breath, feels himself leaning into Asahi’s broad chest; “Sur… surprise me, please.”

Asahi grins, pleased that Suga is falling so, so easily into submission. It’s a bit of a pity, he was looking forward to breaking him, but they have a long way to go yet. He wraps his arms around Suga’s waist, feels him jump at the contact but he doesn’t move. Sacchan’s eyes open wider, he knows things are about to get started; “Remember the rules, sweetheart, if you can’t behave I will gag you. But maybe you want that, hmmm?”

Sacchan shakes his head no, settles back down again to watch.

“Good boy,” Asahi reassures, thick fingers deftly undoing the knot settled at Suga’s bellybutton. Into his ear he murmurs, “Seeing as your boy is tied up for the moment, it’s my job to get you warmed up. Are you ok with that?” He trails the tip of his nose from the back of Suga’s ear down, drawing goosebumps with his breath, his lips just close enough for the hairs on Suga’s neck to stand at attention, his nerve endings anticipating touch.

Suga nods but it only earns him a smack to the ass making him gasp.

“Words, sugar, we all know you’ve got enough of them usually,” Asahi growls.

Another shuddering breath and then, “Yes, I… I’m ok with it.”

“Good.” Asahi finishes untying the robe, pulls the collar and it slips off effortlessly with a whisk to the floor, exposing soft, pale, beautiful skin that he wants desperately to mark but won’t; Suga isn’t his to claim.

Suga lets out a quiet moan as Asahi trails his hands over his outer thighs, wrapping into the inner join of his hip, spreading him, putting him further on display for Sacchan’s enjoyment. He feels the quiver of nerves, hears the slight whimper of protest but Suga isn’t fighting him, is letting him do as he pleases and fuck if it isn’t making Asahi hard enough to pound nails.

Suga keeps his eyes locked with Satori’s, mouthing, “I love you” because he feels strangely vulnerable and needs to reassure him of his affection.

Another gasp escapes his lips when Asahi fastens his against the side of his throat, one hand rubbing circles on his inner thigh while the other teases the very bottom of his sack. Asahi sucks his skin, sending tendrils of pleasure shooting from the point of contact down, pooling heat rapidly in Suga’s belly, stirring his cock to life with very little effort.

“You’re both so pretty,” Asahi murmurs, giving a nip to the skin making Suga jolt in his hold.

“He looks… amazing Asahi,” Suga pants, fighting to keep his eyes open, but they fall shut anyway the longer and harder Asahi sucks into his skin, keeping his hand frustratingly near but far from his cock, its tip glistening in the candle light.

Tendou feels a blush creeping across his face seeing Suga look at him like that, watching him be teased, his cock getting harder by the second. He wants to fall against the mattress, rut against it so, so badly but he won’t, remembering Asahi’s warning.

For every act of disobedience I won’t let Suga come for a minute. And you know how long a minute is when your cock is flush and ready.

So he stays as still as possible, wills himself to just watch like he wanted though he’s second guessing the wisdom of listening to his own ideas right about now, especially when his mouth is watering, his jaw aching to open and take Suga’s cock, suck him, make him feel good and moan for him.

Suga’s neck is sporting a nice red mark by now, Asahi unable to help himself from leaving a small reminder of himself from this night. His eyes open suddenly, darting to Sacchan’s and he grins; “You’ve been a very good boy, so far Sacchan. I think it’s time I start giving Koushi bit of a blow. What do you think?”

Sacchan nods rapidly, breathing heavily through parted lips he continually licks. It must be torture, having Suga’s cock so near and yet so far, to not be allowed to talk to him much less touch him while he’s so pliant, so soft, so… good.

Fuck they are both so, so pretty.

Asahi gives a kiss to Suga’s cheek, walks around him, blocking Sacchan’s view momentarily. “First things first, take off my pants, sugar, don’t want me to be too uncomfortable, do you?”

Suga grins salaciously, the look in his eyes sharpening ever so slightly as his fingers trail into the waistband of Asahi’s skin tight leather pants. “This is a good look for you,” he compliments, snapping them against Asahi’s tight lower abs. “It’s a wonder Daichi lets you out of the house like this.”

“He only lets me because I wear a long coat over it all.” Asahi grabs his wrist, tugging him close. “And you get one freebie, anything else outta line and I’ll make you cry. Or your boy… whichever I see fit.”

Suga shivers in his hold, dropping his eyelids to half mast and nods, moves his hands back to undo the clasp and zipper and tugs down. The pants are so tight he finds he has to kneel to get them off, getting an eyeful of Asahi’s alarmingly large cock as he does. He wants to suck it so bad, see how far he can take him before crying uncle. Maybe another time… if their partners are into the idea.

He stands and tilts his chin up invitingly, can’t stop himself from snarking, “Well, you gonna stand there all night?”

Asahi snorts, leans in and kisses Suga… hard. His mouth dominates his easily, his tongue ring teasing the roof of it and he knows Suga’s going weak-kneed just from this. Suga’s cock bumps against his thigh and he wraps a large hand around his seriously cute bubble butt, pulling them flush together, his hand weaving into Suga’s hair, tugging. He swallows Suga’s moans, kisses him until his lips are red and his cock is firm. He bites his lower lip; “So impatient brat, that’s gonna cost ya.”

Suga isn’t sure whether to be excited or scared by that but he has little time to consider it further when Asahi drops to his knees and takes his cock in his mouth all in one go making him gasp. It’s overwhelming, being taken all the way to the hilt with no warning; Sacchan can deep throat but this is ridiculous. Suga’s mouth fall open, his tongue working to form words but all he manages is a gasp of Asahi’s name before his eyes find Satori’s again.

Even from here he can see the man he loves quaking, a mixture of pleasure and pain on his face as he watches his fantasy come to life. “Kou..shi..” he whimpers.

Immediately Asahi releases Suga’s dick and says, “That’s one, sweetheart.”

Satori lets out noise of distress but says nothing else, bites his tongue to keep from groaning; he doesn’t want his Koushi to hurt.

“One? One what?” Suga asks breathlessly.

“Never you mind sugar, let’s get back to business,” Asahi remarks, sucking the tip before taking him all the way once more.

“Shit, Asahi, fuck. You keep that up and I’ll-”

“You’ll come when I say you can and not a second sooner, Sugawara Koushi,” Asahi snaps, then he’s back to sucking, adding an ass massage for good measure.

The front of Tendou’s teddy is soaked with precum, his cock hard and throbbing, his wrists and ankles aching from pulling on the restraints, but it’s his jaw that hurts the most. He wants to talk, wants to beg and moan prettily for his lover but he can’t, not until Koushi asks for it. So he pleads with his eyes, tries to use that fantastic ability they so often seem to have at knowing just what the other is thinking.

But Asahi’s mouth is quite a distraction and Koushi’s eyes close, his hand weaving absentmindedly through long, luscious hair.

“You can pull it. Fuck my face, Koushi, come on. Give Sacchan a proper show,” Asahi says through kisses and licks of Suga’s cock.

Suga wants to but Sacchan… “Can he talk? I want… I want to hear him, please?”

Tendou cries out, “Yes! I can now because you asked. Oh fuck, I want you Koushi, I want you to rail me so, so, so bad. You look so pretty getting sucked, so beautiful when your lips part and your tongue peeks out. I’m so hard for you it hurts. Asahi is so gorgeous with your cock in his mouth, I’m jealous and ravenous and I want you, want you, want you!”

He falls to his stomach, revealing how utterly helpless he is with his hands and feet not only bound but linked and Suga’s eyes widen. He wants him so bad, wants to suck his cock while he can’t move, completely at his mercy… he nearly collapses when Asahi’s chuckle rumbles around his cock. He tugs his hair, hisses down, “You’re mean. Cruel. My poor lovely Satori, all those pretty sounds. You want me to fuck your face? You bet I will.”

“Do it, Koushi! Fuck that pretty mouth!”

Asahi moans loudly around Suga’s cock, braces himself for the impending piston. Suga does not disappoint, grabbing him around his head, his thrusts short and sharp, the tip of his cock grazing the back of his throat on every pass. He feels his eyes begin to water, relaxes his jaw and takes him deeper; it’s a battle of wills and he’s yet to lose.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck you feel so good,” Suga growls. His eyes flash heat, watching Satori writhing on the bed, wishing he had means to fuck both him and Asahi’s face but this will have to do for now.

Asahi squeezes his ass and it almost does him in but he’s a stubborn bitch and won’t be beat; he can hold it, he can control his impulse to shoot his load because he may be the sub but his gonna wreck his boy when he gets the chance.

“Asa…Asahi…Koushi… please…” Satori begs, crystalline tears pooling in his beautiful eyes. He thought he could last longer, thought he could take being a spectator but his cock burns and his ass needs Koushi’s cock.

Suga pulls Asahi off him, wraps his hand in his hair and tugs back his head; “I’m going to fuck him now.”

“Fine, but you still can’t come until I tell you,” Asahi complies. Much as he likes to control, Suga is fucking hot like this and he’s privileged to witness it.

“Fine,” Suga returns shortly, letting him go and striding to the bed. As he reaches Tendou’s backside, he gasps and Asahi grins. “You really are a sadist,” Suga remarks but his face betrays his own deviance.

“Take it out and put your cock in, please!” Tendou cries.

“But it looks so pretty,” Suga remarks, trailing a hand over one ass cheek and then the other, eyes never leaving the heart shaped metal plug with the words “sweet ass” stamped on it sticking through the ass-less teddy back.

“Koushi… need you…”

“Ok lovey, ok,” Suga soothes, losing just a touch of his sharp edge. He makes eye contact with Asahi. “Can you take off the ankle restraints but leave the arms? Unless,” he moves back to where he can see Tendou’s face, “do your arms hurt?”

Tendou whimpers, “Um, a little?”

“That’s a question, not an answer, sweetheart. Tell us how you’re feeling,” Asahi reminds him firmly.

“I’m starting to get a cramp,” Tendou admits, but adds on hurriedly to Suga, “But we can try that another time.”

Suga smiles and nods, leaning in to kiss him. It begins chaste, all things considered, but quickly turns passionate, his tongue sliding in to dance with Satori’s making them both moan.

“One sec guys. Let me get these off him,” Asahi says, stepping in. He undoes the bindings, slowly lowering Tendou’s limbs, rubbing as he goes. “You sure you’re ok to keep going?”

“Yes! I want Koushi to fuck me so bad, please!”

“Ok love, but I’ve gone a little soft, so… tell me what you want. Do you want Asahi to suck me again? Maybe you can watch and stroke?” Suga asks looking to Asahi for approval of his suggestion.

“Yes… please… Asahi?”

Asahi hums consideration then nods. “Ok, you were really, really good Sacchan. I didn’t anticipate the added strain of that position, so you can stroke yourself.”

Tendou nearly bounced with glee, scrambling up the bed, showing off the butt plug still shoved between his cheeks as he moved. He sits down, wraps his hand around his cock and begins to slide up and down slowly so as not to make himself finish. He draws in a shuddering breath, fixes suddenly intense, dark eyes onto Asahi and says, “Please give my boyfriend some good head, Asahi-kun, I want him to wreck me when you’re done.”

“Fuck, lovey,” Suga whispers.

“That’s what I want you to do,” Tendou replies with a grin.

Asahi pulls Suga around the bed again and pushes him to lie down. “You’ll need some strength in your legs to fuck him, lie down and enjoy.” He kneels, looking up into Tendou’s eyes as he opens his mouth and sucks Suga all the way in, extending his arms to reach his fingers to pinch his pink nipples.

Suga cries out, bucking up, and Tendou moans, “Suck him slow, Asahi-kun, make him feel every drag.”

Asahi hums, the vibration of it shooting hot through Suga’s spine.

Suga tilts his head back, watches upside down as Satori plays with himself. He wants to touch, reaches up but doesn’t, lets the burn settle in his chest; he’ll be touching soon. His eyelids snap shut at a particularly firm suck, one hand reaching back down to caressing Asahi’s hair. He nearly shrieks at the press of the metal tongue stud against his slit, the teasing wiggle stealing his breath.

He doesn’t want to give in, doesn’t want to admit defeat but if he really wants to give Satori a proper fucking he has to… “Stop Asahi, please. I can’t… I’m going to cum if you keep doing that.”

Asahi grins around him, popping off lewdly and wiping his mouth. “It’s ok, Koushi, stronger men than you have succumbed to my mouth.”

“Is that your attempt at salcious humor? If so, it fucking sucks,” Suga quips.

“Hey! I’m hard and wanting up here,” Tendou complains still jerking off slowly.

“Sorry, baby, get on your knees,” Suga replies, willing his limbs to move as he crawls up.

Tendou does as told, sighing in relief as Suga pulls the butt plug out, tossing it to the side. He hears the slick of lube, anticipation blooming in his chest. The press of Suga’s cock against his pre-prepped hole has him drawing in a short, sharp breath. “You ready lovey,” Suga asks.

“Yes, please! ” He ends on a shout as Suga surges into him, going balls deep in one go.

“Fuck, Satori, I want you so bad,” Suga grunts.

He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t wait, just pistons into him like a jack rabbit, the slap of skin filling the room, blending with their groans. Neither have breath enough for proper words, their speech a garble of “yes” “fuck” “harder” melted with each other’s names. Suga wraps an arm around Satori, pulling him up against his chest. The angle is a little awkward given their height difference but so, so hot and allows him to fucks in deep, the feel of the lace against his skin delicious.

“Love… the teddy baby… you look so… so good… feel good… fuck Satori… love you so much…”

Tendou turns his head, wants to kiss his Koushi so bad but the angle is too steep so he settles for watching Asahi watch them with dark eyes full lust, his cock hard and heavy in his hands; he’s not coming yet either apparently.

“Koushi… how… how bout Asahi eats you out? I know we didn’t talk about it before but–”

Suga slams Tendou into the mattress knocking out all his breath, shoves in deep and stays there. He looks over his shoulder, voice thick with want, “Asahi, if you want this ass come and get it.”

“Fuck yes,” Asahi says, all but launching onto the bed. “Stay still, just fill him up while I tongue this beautiful ass,” he says, giving a sharp smack to Suga’s skin before spreading his cheeks and burying his face between them. He licks up, from the base of Suga’s balls to his hole, prodding and pushing in, his stud an added bonus.

“Shit! Fucking hell!” Suga grits his teeth then decides to put them to better use, nipping and biting Satori’s back, digging his fingers in deep. He’s got him pinned, balls deep in his ass, and kissing, biting, and licking every inch of skin he can. It’s too hot, it’s not enough, Asahi’s tongue is thick but he wants more, he wants… “Fuck me, please Asahi, if… if it’s ok I want you to fuck me.”

“Not tonight, Koushi, I want to, god do I ever but it’s too much,” Asahi groans; there are limits.

“Damn it, then… fuck, let me come, let me make him come,” Suga begs.

“Ok darlings, you can come,” Asahi agrees, sitting back on his haunches to watch Suga pull Sacchan’s hips back up off the bed, driving his cock into him with renewed vigor.

“Fu… fuck Sacchan. You feel so good, you did so good for me baby! Did you like this, did you enjoy watching me get sucked?”

“Yes! Oh god yes, Koushi, I love you. I loved watching you, loved you getting what you deserve.”

“Shit, yes, you’re so good, Asahi’s so good, this is so… good… fuck!”

Suga comes, he comes hard, filling Satori with his cum, his hips stuttering to a stop when he feels the last pulses of his orgasm fading. Spent as he is, he isn’t leaving Satori to fend for himself. He pulls out, flips him to his back and swallows him whole. Satori screams, grips his hair tight until tears leak out of his eyes but he keeps sucking, lets Satori buck up into his mouth.

“Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes! Koushi! Kou…Kou… Koushi!”

Suga feels the twitch and braces, taking Satori’s cum as it floods his mouth, and swallows.

Spent and fully relaxed, they lay in the afterglow the only sound their breathing until Tendou says quietly, “Asahi, did you get to cum?”

“Yes, sweetheart, thank you. You two put on quite the show.”

“Mmmm, sleepy,” Suga remarks, really, really not wanting to move but figuring a shower at the very least is in order; and a change of sheets, he considers, rolling onto what he’s pretty sure is precum.

“You both did really, really well,” Asahi compliments, standing up. He’s only a little weak kneed, more used to this level of play than the two still lying on the bed. “I’ll get the shower going, think you can stand?”

“Yeah, we’re good,” Suga remarks, head only mildly swimming as he rolls up into a seated position. He extends a hand to Satori, pulling him up into a hug and kisses his temple. “Love you, ya freak.”

Tendou snorts, “Love you too, freaky.”

Kinktober – Day 7 – Praise Kink – Iwaizumi x Sugawara

It’s a day late but I hope you all enjoy!

One glance at the male across from him—with his smart ass smirk and too long lashes—tells Iwaizumi he should get up right now, leave his beer and go home.

“You really are handsome, and so big.” Iwaizumi jolts as a foot—distinctly shoeless—trails up his leg; “And I bet it’s not just your arms that are thick.”

Iwaizumi grits his teeth, closes his eyes and inhales deeply. He should be above such flattery, it’s not the first time he’s heard the comparison but he can’t help it; it just does something for him. But he works to ignore the feeling because the last thing he needs is another pretty boy and Sugawara is definitely pretty.

How’d he even get into this mess? His cell phone vibrates, rattling on the table but he pays it no mind.

Sugawara does though, scooping it up. He glances at the screen, cocking up one elegant eyebrow; “Lover’s spat?”

Iwaizumi senses danger in that look, shrugs noncommittally and takes another drink.

“Ah, I see. The strong, silent brooding type.” Sugawara nods sagely.

“I am not brooding!” Iwaizumi snaps.

“Ooo…not silent either, much better,” Sugawara says, a coy smile on his face. It’s a much better look on him than should be allowed.

Iwaizumi huffs, takes a bigger drink and slams the glass down, extending his other hand. When Sugawara doesn’t pass him his phone, he makes a “hand it over” motion.

“What’ll you give me for it?” Sugawara asks, swaying the device back and forth between his fingers.

Iwaizumi feels a headache coming on. “For my phone? How about not punching your pretty face in?”

Sugawara remains undeterred, if anything becoming more smug, leaning back against the backboard of the booth; “You think I’m pretty, that’s cute.”

Iwaizumi feels his cheeks flush, cursing his word choice, unable to even blame it on the alcohol because he’s only halfway through his first pint and he’s not exactly a lightweight. “Just give it here,” he grunts.

“Why? Clearly you’re avoiding “his majesty”, it’s probably better that I hang on to it,” Sugawara quips. The phone vibrates again, it’s screen flashing. “In fact, I’m gonna help you, Iwaizumi-san and keep this for the night.” He stands, tucking the phone in his much harder to pick front pocket, fixes Iwaizumi with a devilish grin then starts towards the door.

“Oi! What the hell do you think you’re doin’?” Iwaizumi follows, tossing a tip on the table and grabbing the silver-haired brat by the wrist, tugging him to a halt.

Sugawara looks over his shoulder, bats those pretty, long lashes; why does he have to be so damn pretty? “I’m giving you your night back, Iwaizumi-san.”

“My night was just fine, asshole, now gimme my fucking phone back!”

He pulls, turning Sugawara around and reaches for his pocket but his captive surprises him with some move that feels like it should be in a kung fu flick, twisting out of his grip and gaining his own, pressing Iwaizumi against the wall in the hall leading to the bathrooms—face first with one arm behind his back—before he can blink.

Sugawara leans against him, deceptively strong, and whispers in his ear, “So sad, always having to be big dog, always having to take care of instead of be cared for. Maybe you’d like being someone’s bitch for once.”

“Don’t talk like you know me, you don’t know a fucking thing, you—“ Iwaizumi’s growl falls to an involuntary groan when Sugawara’s other hand palms the front of his tight jeans.

“I know you like a battle, I know you like control and I know that me—soft, pretty, and innocent—“

“Tch, innocent my ass—“

“—manhandling you is turning you on.” He gives a squeeze to Iwaizumi’s cock drawing a hiss through his clenched teeth. He shivers when Sugawara nips his earlobe, teasing it with his tongue.

“See? You need this, as much as you want to tear… someone apart…. you need to be taken care of.” He releases his hold just enough to turn Iwaizumi round to face him before his hand moves to his throat, squeezing slightly. Sugawara licks his lips, catches Iwaizumi following the motion of his tongue and grins; “But first, you need to be broken.” He leans up, presses his lips to Iwaizumi’s with a firm pressure.

Iwaizumi resists at first, but they both know his struggle is half-hearted while his cock is fully hard. He lets slip a grunt as he opens his mouth to Sugawara, receives his tongue and moans, gripping the other’s hips and squeezing. Then suddenly the contact of their lips is broken and Sugawara leaves him panting and aching and—fuck, he wants, he wants so badly—and he knows the bastard can see it.

“Wh—“

“Be quiet,” Sugawara orders, hand covering his throat again. He thumbs Iwaizumi’s adam’s apple when he swallows, looks him over, taking in the flush of his face, the dilation of his pupils and the red of his lips. He leans closer, keeping them just apart, looks through those fucking long lashes and whispers, “Are you going to be a good boy?”

Fuck.

Iwaizumi inhales deep through his nose, a bad idea because Sugawara smells fucking amazing . He squirms—actually fucking squirms—under the gaze of this pretty asshole. This is stupid, so, so stupid and Iwaizumi knows he’s gonna regret it, if for no other reason than his pride, especially since Sugawara is discovering with unnerving ease that he can shatter it with some well time words of praise.So he remains obstinate, keeps his scowl in place and shuffles his feet as if to move away.

Sugawara hums, pushes his knee between Iwaizumi’s legs and grinds his thigh up, teasing his still hard cock making him inhale sharply.

“So stubborn,” Sugawara coos, nuzzling the crook of his neck, his breath hot against Iwaizumi’s already burning skin; “Just say yes, Iwaizumi-san, you know you want to.” He draws away again, looks up and smiles invitingly but Iwaizumi is no fool. That look on this man means nothing but trouble for him. But he can’t walk away, feels rooted to the spot, hypnotized by pewter eyes and silver locks. He’s unsure how long they stare at one another but finally he nods, eyes flicking to the restroom door.

“Oh no, for what you need more privacy is in order,” Sugawara huffs. He grins again, a touch of malice showing through making Iwaizumi second guess this decision but he follows Sugawara out of the bar into the night, the cold aiding to stifle his erection making it easier to walk.

They walk for a short distance before apartment buildings begin coming into view. “Your place then?” He kinda expected them to go to a hotel if he’s honest.

“Of course, I don’t take a man apart anywhere but in the comfort of home,” Sugawara says.

They enter one of the buildings and cross the lobby and into the elevator. As its doors slide shut, Sugawara steps closer to Iwaizumi, trailing the tips of his fingers up and down his neck drawing another shiver. He grins, keeps touching lightly as he talks, “The rules tonight are simple. I’m in charge. You take what I give. I might grant requests but you’re gonna work for them.” Iwaizumi’s pulse rises as they climb higher, passing floor after floor, soft dings punctuating Sugawara’s speech.

The car stops, doors sliding open and Iwaizumi is already back to half hard just from the anticipation. Sugawara takes his wrist, tugging him down the hall towards the end unit and unlocks its door. He pushes it open, ushers for Iwaizumi to enter then follows him in, shutting the door behind them.

Both remove their shoes and coats, Sugawara taking Iwaizumi’s from his hand to hang up next to his own. He doesn’t bother with the lights, merely takes Iwaizumi’s wrist again and leads him down the hall, through another door clicking on a small lamp on a bedside table. His room is unsurprisingly clean, bed neatly made and meaningful memorabilia placed naturally round; a photo from his Karasuno days, trophies, his degree. Iwaizumi does a double take, unaware that in the time since he last saw him, Sugawara’s become a lawyer.

Fitting for such a smooth talker.

“So, Iwaizumi-san,” Sugawara coos, landing on the bed and crossing his legs, his eyes sharp and smile sharper, “I noticed you have a bit of a thing… for praise.”

“Pleading the fifth,” Iwaizumi says.

Sugawara chuckles, “Oh a lawyer joke, how witty you are.” His eyes grow darker, more intense and Iwaizumi swallows the sudden lump in his throat feeling it settle in his gut; “You need to be taken care of, I can see that. Seems somebody who shall remain nameless for the sake of keeping the mood up hasn’t done a very good job of it.” He looks up through those long lashes again and says lowly, “Won’t you let me take care of you?”

“I’m here aren’t I?” Iwaizumi asks.

Sugawara drops the sexy smolder and grins. Iwaizumi finds him no less attractive. “Yes, but you’re still so tense, sweet cheeks. Sex is supposed to be fun and you look like you’re waiting to see the dentist.”

That draws a huff of laughter from Iwaizumi as he flops onto the bed beside him, laying his head in his hands. Sugawara’s hand on his back is comforting and he laughs again, “Some sexy hookup, I am, huh? Shit, I should just go.” He goes to rise but Sugawara holds him back, straddling his lap impressively quick and lays a gentle kiss to his lips.

“You’re a fine piece of ass, Iwaizumi Hajime,” he murmurs, kissing down his throat, “and if you’ll still let me, I want to tear it apart.”

Iwaizumi takes in a deep shuddering breath, nods his head rapidly. Yes, he wants that, he wants this. He wants to let go entirely and let someone just take care of him because it always feels like it’s on him, that it’s his job to fix everything for everyone (one in particular) and he needs to forget about it… even if for only a couple of hours.

He falls back, allowing Sugawara to settle his full weight on him and pulls him close. Against his ear he whispers, “I’m yours to do with as you please just… make me feel good… please…”

“Mmmmm… my pleasure, darling,” Sugawara says, covering his mouth in another kiss, only this one is heavy and messy, full of tongue. He bites his bottom lips, draws a hiss from the man beneath him, gets another when he reaches between their bodies to palm at Iwaizumi’s crotch.

“Not that I don’t love having you under me, but I’d prefer seeing your gorgeous muscles in the literal flesh,” Sugawara declares, rising up and off the bed. He crooks his finger in a come hither motion and Iwaizumi rolls off the mattress to his feet, stepping back into his space.

Slowly, Sugawara undoes one button of his shirt at a time, pressing a soft kiss to each inch of firm chest as it’s revealed. “Geez, do you live at the gym or something?” Buttons done, he pushes the shirt off Iwaizumi’s broad shoulders, trailing the tips of his fingers up his arm to grasp one and then the other. “Or is bearing the weight of the world on these what makes you so strong?”

It’s cheesy, so damn cheesy, but Iwaizumi is eating this up, craving more of the superficial praise, needing it, thriving on it. “Then make me forget it,” he moans, body shivering under the light touches Sugawara gives as he walks around Iwaizumi’s body, admiring it like a piece of art. He can feel his eyes burning over him, like electrical currents humming over his skin.

Impatience floods him, his hunger growing, breeding a deep need to just be used rather than use. It’s a new sensation, one he’s not familiar with, but it’s not unwelcome; he just doesn’t know what to do. His hands clench and unclench, tension building back up in his muscles but then Sugawara places his palms on his lower back, slides his hands forward to embrace him from behind. During his short tour of Iwaizumi’s body, he removed his shirt and the press of his naked chest to Iwaizumi’s bare back is a welcome surprise drawing a sigh from the taller male.

Sugawara kisses his skin, running his hands up and down his torso, soothing as much as enticing; “Take it easy, big boy. I know you want it and you’re gonna get it, but only if you’re good. You can do that right, be good for me?”

“Ye… yes,” Iwaizumi sighs, willing his body to relax, to absorb the wholly unexpected and thoroughly welcomed affection being dealt him. Sugawara’s earlier demeanor led him to believe tonight would be about hard and fast but apparently when Sugawara takes his men apart, he does so with a decidedly gentle hand… at least for now.

“Mmmmm, I’m glad. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” He practically purrs the words, still laying kisses and light sucks all over Iwaizumi’s back, never stopping the motion of his hands, going lower with each pass, grazing the top of his waistline. “Let’s get you out of these,” he says, nipping Iwaizumi’s ear making him groan.

Nodding, Iwaizumi reaches up, but his hands are swatted away. “I’ll get it, you just stand there looking gorgeous,” Sugawara says, putting action to his words, pushing the button free of its hole and tugging the zipper down.

A low sigh exits Iwaizumi’s lips as his cock, half hard but growing harder by the second, is relieved from the pressure of pressing against his jeans. With a firm yank, Sugawara pulls them and his boxer briefs down in one go, helping him to step out them before flinging them into a chair. Remaining crouched, Sugawara slides his hands over Iwaizumi’s ankles, up his calves, over the back of his muscular thighs and palms his ass.

“Fu… fuck,” Iwaizumi whispers at the feel of Sugawara’s tongue in the inner line of his cheeks. He’s teasing him, he knows this, but he can’t stop his body from chasing that hot, wet muscle, wanting nothing more than for Sugawara to bend him over and eat him out. “Ple… please…” he sounds weak in his ears, pitiful but Sugawara hums approval of his begging only making him want to do it more.

“You’re such a good boy, so polite,” he praises. A firm smack sounds in the room, Iwaizumi letting out a strangled cry at the impact of palm to ass. “Fuck, such a great ass, and these thighs…” Sugawara trails his hands around, massages the muscles of his legs.

“Suga… wara…”

“Patience, Iwaizumi, patience,” Sugawara huffs, “And keep quiet, talking takes too many brain cells, I just want you listening for now.”

He stands up, comes around to face Iwaizumi, looks him up and down again, appreciation in his gaze. His cock is fully hard, precum wetting the tip and twitching with the need to be touched, sucked, fucked, he doesn’t care he just needs something.

Sugawara reaches a hand up, trails the back of his fingers against a tanned cheek. They make an interesting pair, Iwaizumi notices in the mirror behind Sugawara; dark skin contrasting pale. “You look… so pretty like this Iwaizumi… soft and patience and wanting…” he leans up, pressing a long, slow kiss to his lips. Iwaizumi isn’t sure if he’s allowed to touch him so keeps his hands at his sides, sighing in relief through his nose when Sugawara tugs them forward to wrap around his waist. He breaks the kiss long enough to say, “Take off my pants,” before he’s kissing him again.

It’s a bit awkward, but Iwaizumi manages to get his pants and underwear off without stopping their kiss, holding him close, burning skin to burning skin.

“You taste so good,” Sugawara says disconnecting their lips, planting popping wet kisses down Iwaizumi’s chest, flicking out his tongue every now and again to taste salt sweat skin. “But I want you to work a little harder, can you do that? Are you ready to earn your reward like a good boy?”

Iwaizumi nods eagerly, the want to please becoming stronger. He’s never been like this before, never been in a headspace of complete submission to someone else’s will, always believing whenever he’d even consider it that it would take brute force, but Sugawara’s melting him like ice cream in the noonday sun with his silver tongue.

“Good, so good,” Sugawara murmurs. “Then, get on your knees, I wanna put that pretty mouth to good use for a while.”

Hurriedly he complies, kneeling before Sugawara’s firm cock. It’s narrow but not too thin, a good length and perfectly trimmed. His mouth waters looking at it, he can’t wait to taste it, to make him feel good.

“Take it in slowly, I like a lot of tongue before face fucking, so wet it up good,” Sugawara says, his voice gentle but his order firm. “And only use your mouth, no touching me yet, understand?”

Another nod and then Iwaizumi sticks out his tongue, licks his cock from base to tip and teases the slit.

Sugawara sighs, tilting his head back and runs a hand through Iwaizumi’s hair. The latter closes his eyes, sucks the tip again then slowly pushes forward until he’s taken him full hilt. He pulls back slowly, making sure to keep the flat of his tongue pressed against the underside of Sugawara’s dick. “So… so good… ah!”

He picks up the pace a little, sliding up and down, up and down, drawing longer and louder moans from Sugawara. He goes long enough that his thighs begin to ache, his knees gaining rug burn but Sugawara’s sounds of pleasure are a new aphrodisiac for him, he can’t get enough, wants to give him more and more and more.

Sugawara smooths a palm over the top of his head, mouth open, drawing fast breaths as Iwaizumi sucks him harder. “Look at me, baby,” he rasps. Iwaizumi feels his cock twitch, not used to such tender names applied to him. He opens his eyes, feels tears slip down aching cheeks.

Sugawara inhales a sharp breath, breathes out, “You’re such a good boy, such a good, handsome, wrecked boy, aren’t you?”

Iwaizumi nods despite his mouth full of cock, closes his eyes to focus and pushes down again, taking Sugawara all the way to the hilt making him curse. His fingernails rake over Iwaizumi’s scalp making him moan, the vibrations traveling down Sugawara’s dick and he bucks, the tip grazing Iwaizumi’s throat. He almost gags but holds it in, keeps bobbing his head.

His hands twitch, eager to touch but he has to be a good boy, so he keeps them clasped behind him, knelt before Sugawara.

“Fuck… it’s so… good… Iwaizumi. So good, you take my cock so, so good baby boy.”

Iwaizumi groans again, his sucks and slurps loud in his ears but he loves it more than he thought he would. He’s given head—really good head— but there’s something about this, something about Sugawara that’s making it differ from all those other times.

Sugawara sighs, pulls out and away; “You did so good, I think it’s time for a reward.” He bends at the waist, cups Iwaizumi’s face and kisses him, long, slow and deep. Iwaizumi wants to get up but he doesn’t without permission, just stays as is knelt on the ground letting Sugawara’s tongue invade his mouth, licking the roof then sucking his own tongue.

They part with a pop and Sugawara pants, “Get on the bed, hands and knees.”

Iwaizumi nods, moves to stand but stumbles, unaware that one of his legs has fallen asleep. Sugawara catches him, coos apologies for keeping him in the same position for too long; “You just give such great head and look so fucking good on your knees I lost track of time,” he says apologetically; “On second thought, lie on your back, give your knees a break.”

“Thanks,” Iwaizumi says, falling heavily onto the mattress. He lets out a long breath but draws it back sharp when Sugawara’s tongue licks the tip of his cock. He looks down, dark eyes meeting light. Sugawara smiles, noses against his balls then mouths over them, taking his time.

Iwaizumi’s head falls back against the pillows as Sugawara licks him from base to tip, swirls around his slit then back down again, detouring to suck one ball then the other entirely in his mouth.

“Shit that… damn it, that feels so good,” Iwaizumi moans.

Sugawara hums, coils the fingers of one hand around the base of Iwaizumi’s cock and gives a squeeze making him buck up.

“Suck me,” Iwaizumi says.

Sugawara gives him a look, leans up to his knees and crosses his arms; “You’ve been such a good boy, Iwaizumi-san, don’t ruin it now.”

Iwaizumi frowns, but nods, waits in silence for Sugawara to continue his ministrations; he never realized there are different levels of control or different ways to be boss. He’s just always been dominant, demanding, tough—he’s done what’s expected of him.

Sugawara doesn’t, he bucks conventional process and does things his way; which is so hot.

“I think you’re ready for some more,” Sugawara says, hand sliding up from his ankle to his thigh; “Hands and knees, now.”

His authority does something for Iwaizumi he never expected, blooming something hot and heavy and wanting in his gut. It’s always himself who calls the shots, leads the way, cleans up the mess and has to be strong.

He’s surprised to find he likes being told—ordered—what to do.

His knees most definitely have carpet burn but he doesn’t care, getting into position, ass slightly higher, waiting for Sugawara. He feels his balls tighten, anticipation building. The first smack makes him grunt in surprise.

“Your ass is so sweet baby, but I’m gonna wreck it.”

The press of lips, a nip of teeth, hands roaming over flesh, heating him. Sugawara spreads his cheeks and licks his hole.

“Damn it! Fuck!” Iwaizumi curses through clenched teeth, fisting the sheets.

Sugawara pushes his tongue deep, smacking his cheek every few seconds drawing grunts and growls. His hand reaches between Iwaizumi’s legs, squeezing his cock as his tongue roams over and in his ass.

Iwaizumi lets slip a strangled cry, high pitched and so needy it makes him blush.

Sugawara is delighted; “That’s it! That’s what I want to hear! Let go, Iwaizumi, be the needy bitch, whine for me, cry!”

He spanks him again, harder this time and Iwaizumi can’t hold back the gasp, sucks in air and chokes out, “Oh god, Sugawara!”

Another smack, another cry, Sugawara fists his hand in Iwaizumi’s hair and tugs, latches his teeth to unmarked flesh and bites, hard. Iwaizumi can feel his cock, hard and long, pressed against his ass and chases it like a needy bitch but Sugawara isn’t having it; “Not until you beg, beg for my cock, let me hear how much you wanna get fucked .” He’s almost snarling, nips his ear then spanks him again.

He’s not going to be able to walk let alone sit for a few days.

“Pl… please… Sugawara. Please fuck me,” Iwaizumi grunts.

“More, convince me you want it.”

Iwaizumi groans, frustration and want burning in his chest. His nails dig into the fabric beneath him, he’s sure he’ll tear it soon.

Sugawara plays dirty, slides his cock between Iwaizumi’s cheeks; “It’s right there, waiting, weeping, hot and hard and ready. All you have to do is—“

“I need your cock, please, rail me! Fuck me into the damn mattress, please!”

Sugawara moans in his ear, shifts slightly to line up and pushes in slowly. The stretch burns but it’s not bad. He’s long more than thick, smooth as butter and hot.

“Oh fuck! Yes! Yes, please more, fuck me!”

“Don’t overdo it,” Sugawara chuckles.

“I’m not! I really… fuck, I,” Iwaizumi looks over his shoulder, feels tears pricking the rims of his eyes, “I need you to fuck me.”

However he looks like right now, it does something for Sugawara because his eyes darken and he bites his lip. “Ok, baby, ok. Brace yourself,” he warns.

Iwaizumi turns back, barely has time to prepare before Sugawara withdraws only to slam back in, forcing all the breath from his lungs out in a mangled cry.

“God… so tight… so good, baby, so… fucking.. good!”

Sugawara pistons into him, the sound of slapping flesh filling the room. Iwaizumi lets go— of the pain, the frustration, the anger—he cries out, begs, whines even. It feels so good, his cock weeping onto the sheets, his balls swinging on each impact, Sugawara grunting in his ear, calling him “good boy”.

“I… please… let me come,” he begs.

“Say my name.”

“Huh?“

“I’m balls deep in you, and you won’t say my name?”

Iwaizumi swallows. “Please let me come… Koushi.”

A satisfied sigh then Sugawara is fucking him again. He braces one hand to the bed, wraps the other back around Iwaizumi’s cock and strokes, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Iwaizumi feels the familiar coil in his stomach, bites his lower lip and holds his breath.

“Come for me, Hajime .”

“Koushi! Fuck, fuck!”

Iwaizumi explodes, coating Sugawara’s hand and the sheets with come. He comes and comes and comes, shaking violently, struggling for breath. Dimly he becomes aware of a sticky feeling on his back, Sugawara having pulled out before letting loose his own release.

Iwaizumi collapses, face pressing against the mattress. He needs a shower but moving right now is out of the question. Sugawara’s breath is rapid but he has strength enough to stand and grab a towel because Iwaizumi feels terry cloth against his skin as he wipes off the cum from his back.

“Thanks,” Iwaizumi mumbles into the sheets, loathe to move but figuring they’re not going to want to sleep on cum stained sheets.

“Here, let me help you,” Sugawara says, rolling him to his back, his side and then off the bed, guiding him to a chair. “I’m gonna change the bedding real quick and then we’ll sleep, ok?”

Iwaizumi hesitates, eyes on the ground. “You… you want me to stay the night?”

Sugawara tilts his head up and presses a kiss to his forehead. The gesture is so gentle, so soft compared to what they just finished doing and Iwaizumi is unprepared for the wealth of warm that blooms in his chest from such a small act of affection. “I won’t be offended if you don’t want to, but personally, I like cuddles.”

“I… yeah… I’d like that,” Iwaizumi admits through a yawn.

Sugawara nods. “Ok then, let me get this done.”

But Iwaizumi insists on helping, gathering the soiled bedding and handing it to Sugawara when he returns with the fresh set. Together they make the bed and the scene is so damn domestic Iwaizumi almost laughs. Before long he finds himself snuggled onto Sugawara’s chest, another new position for him, his fingers trailing through his hair. “Go to sleep, Hajime, we’ll go out to breakfast in the morning if you like.”

Iwaizumi hums agreement, unable to keep his eyes open and falls into blissful slumber, glad he decided on that bar tonight.

Kinktober – Day 6 – Cock Worship – Sousuke x Makoto

Bringing some Free into the house

Sousuke is just fucking done with today. Passing the threshold of the apartment, he feels a weight lift as the savory smell of something meaty and sauced hits his nose; Makoto is such a good cook. Those classes he took were paying off, in more ways than one. He got to do his dream job of being a personal chef and Sousuke was blessed by the fruits, vegetables, and overall prime ingredient choice labors; maybe life wasn’t so bad.

“Welcome hom–ugh, why do you smell… like that?” Makoto skids to a halt, his arms still stretched wide and it would be comical if not for the fact Sousuke very much wants his hug but very much will not taint Makoto with this putrid odor.

Sousuke grimaces, pulling off his jacket and balling it up; “There was… an incident at work tonight. Someone couldn’t hold their liquor so they decided to upchuck it on me.” He toes off his shoes and hangs up his keys. “I’m gonna grab a quick shower and then we can eat, smells amazing by the way.” He doesn’t miss and thoroughly enjoys the blush that erupts across Makoto’s cheeks.

“Thanks, I tried a few new ingredients, I hope you like it,” Makoto admits, eyes averting to the wall. He looks so cute with that blush and the apron.

Sousuke reaches up a hand to tilt his face back to his but then he remembers he smells terrible . “Go on,” he says instead, “get back to it, I’ll be quick, promise.”

Makoto nods and hurries back to his domain, Sousuke checking out that fine ass as he goes. Shaking his head, he hurries to the on suite bathroom, tears off his clothes and shoves them in the hamper. He turns on the taps, scrubbing off the stench as the hot water eases some of the tension from his tight muscles but he still considers asking Makoto for a massage tonight, though he supposes he really should give one considering the lovely meal that’s been prepared for him.

He doesn’t want to but he really should do the laundry tonight because there’s no way he’s losing a pair of his favorite jeans because some idiot decided to over indulge; plus they were fucking expensive! His eyelids flicker–down, up, down, up–and he knows if he doesn’t get out now hewill fall asleep standing up; or worse collapse and then he’ll have a panicked Makoto on his hands and no dinner in his stomach. He turns off the water and steps out, drying himself as he walks into the bedroom to grab his most comfortable black sweatpants and the butter soft t-shirt with the tribal design Makoto gave him for his last birthday. It’s the most comfortable shirt he’s ever worn and he rues the day he has to say goodbye to it.

Stepping into the hall, he’s assaulted anew by the scent of Makoto’s creation. It blooms hunger in his stomach and warmth in his heart. Reaching the kitchen, he leans against its threshold, watching as Makoto scurries around. Ok, maybe scurries isn’t the best term for someone of Makoto’s size but he’s adorable in his earnestness and Sousuke is one inch taller than him, so yes–he watches Makoto scurry around the kitchen.

“Oh, there you are,” Makoto says smiling (god Sousuke loves that smile), “I was just about to serve it up.”

“By all means,” Sousuke says, pushing away from his perch and taking a seat at the table. Makoto brings over a bowl filled to almost the brim with what looks like some sort of stew, setting it down in front of Sousuke. Before he can turn away, he grabs his hand and kisses it; “Thanks for the meal.” Makoto’s cheeks erupt in pink and Sousuke grins.

“You… you’re welcome,” Makoto says, drawing back as his hand is released. It amuses Sousuke that he can still fluster the man after so much time together.

Makoto takes his place opposite him, giving his own thanks for the food and then digs in.

“Holy crap this is amazing, Makoto. What’s in it?” Sousuke asks between bites, barely willing to stop shoveling food in his mouth to ask the question.

“Really? I’m so glad you like it. It’s lamb with parsnips and beets. I wanted something different from a traditional stew.”

Sousuke nods as he listens, taking a bite of the pillow soft roll accompanying his meal and groans in pleasure; “Thank god I have to be fit for a living, otherwise you’d turn me into a marshmallow man.”

“Speaking of work, did you want to talk about what happened?”

Sousuke shrugs, taking another bite of food before replying, “Pretty much told you the whole thing when I walked in. Stupid drunk guy, he looked half dead. We were debating calling an ambulance but his friends rushed him away after he puked on me. I probably looked like I was going to kill him.”

Makoto chuckles, “You do have that effect on people.”

“Hey, you’re not supposed to agree with that,” Sousuke complains.

“It’s part of your charm, Sou.”

Now it’s his turn to blush. Sousuke coughs, reaches for his glass of water and chugs it down. “That… was delicious. Seriously, it’s a keeper,” he says, standing from the table and gathering their dirty dishes.

“I can do that–”

“You cooked, I clean, that’s the rule, now scoot, go relax” Sousuke insists, giving Makoto a slap on the butt earning a squawk of indignation. He grins, turning his attention back to the task at hand. Truth be told, he doesn’t mind doing mundane chores, it helps soothe him in some odd way, makes him feel useful in a different capacity. He puts away the leftovers, washes the pot and puts everything away, giving the counter a proper scrub down before washing his hands and adding lotion to keep them from drying out, a trick he learned from Rin during their days rooming together in school. He smiles at the pictures flashing in his mind, reminding him he really should call the red head; it’s been a while since they last talked.

Entering the living room he’s surprised not to find Makoto, assuming he would either be watching TV or reading a book while he waited for Sousuke to finish the dishes. “Mako?” he calls.

Makoto enters from the hall and fidgets under Sosuke’s inquisitive gaze; “I didn’t want your clothes to get stained,” he says.

Ah, he snuck in to start the laundry. “You little brat,” Sousuke mumbles, falling onto the couch and laying his head back against the cushions. It would be prudent to get to bed, try to get some decent sleep but he’s reasonably sure that won’t happen given the ache in his muscles. How people can presume his job to be glamorous, he’ll never understand. If anything, it’s downright embarrassing, having to manhandle drunk men and women alike either to break up fights or save them from toppling over a balcony. He can’t wait to hear back about the private security job, hoping desperately they take him on; it would mean getting out of that nightclub and into somewhat regular hours.

He rolls his head, groaning at the pinch in his neck and isn’t surprised when Makoto’s hands take hold of his shoulders, gently guiding him forward to grant access to his neck and back. Thumbs press into the knots in his cervical and he groans louder; it fucking hurts.

“Sorry,” Makoto whispers against his hair.

Sousuke pats the top of his hand; “Don’t worry, I appreciate it.”

There’s a hum of understanding from behind and Sousuke works to keep his noises to a minimum; he doesn’t want Makoto to feel bad. Makoto keeps massaging, working his way out and down until the angle becomes too steep for him to get a proper push on the muscles. “I think that’s good for tonight, don’t want to do any damage,” he says, moving around from the back to the front of the couch.

Sousuke leans back again, nodding with his eyes closed. He gives a tentative roll of one shoulder then the other, moves his neck from side to side. There’s definitely still tension but Makoto did an amazing job as usual. The addition of weight and warmth draws him out of his self-inspection and he opens his eyes to find Makoto’s face hovering above his own but they close once more as his lips are covered in a kiss. Moving his arms from the back of the couch, he wraps them around Makoto’s waist, pulling him more flush against him, hungry for more contact and increases the pressure of the kiss, nibbling at Makoto’s bottom lips like he knows he likes.

It does the trick, Makoto positively melts into him, the weight of his firm, hot body a welcome one against Sousuke’s. He lets loose a groan when Makoto cards his fingers through his damp hair, pulling away to suck in a breath before he trails his lips on the male above him’s throat, relishing in the little sigh Makoto lets out.

He’s glad for the loose sweats, his cock already fully hard. Were it not for puke boy at the end of his night, he’d probably have attacked Makoto at the door, fucking him hard and fast against the wall, so pent up was he from watching people writhing and grinding against each other all night, his mind wandering to how it felt like dancing with Makoto like that. He really should take him out again, get dressed up and paint the town. It’s a thought he’s had more than once but he always ends up–selfishly he’ll admit–preferring to stay in when the week is done.

Makoto leans down, teases the flesh of Sosuke’s ear with his teeth making him buck up, allowing him to feel just how hard Makoto’s gotten as well. He moves to stand, expecting Makoto to shift his weight around his waist so he can carry him to bed but he holds fast, pressing Sousuke back down.

Sousuke blinks his eyes open, lays one hand gently on the side of Makoto’s face. “Something wrong?”

Makoto shakes his head vigorously, nuzzles into the hold. “I… I just want…

“You want… what?”

Makoto doesn’t speak, merely climbs off Sousuke’s lap who bemoans the loss of contact but is saved from further concern when Makoto kneels in front on him, wrapping his fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants. Sousuke still isn’t quite sure what he wants other than for him to remain on the couch so he lifts his hips, allows Makoto to pull off his pants freeing his still half hard cock and sighs at the pressure release, glad for the cool air against his overheated skin. But one look in Makoto’s eye has him reasonably sure things are about to heat up again.

Makoto doesn’t move to take off his clothes or Sousuke’s shirt, just stays on his knees, looking at cock, rubbing his hands up and down his thighs. He glances up through those ridiculously long lashes and gives a smile so coy, that–should Sousuke not know him better–he would think Makoto is teasing him.

Sousuke sucks in a breath as Makoto leans forward, sticking out his tongue to trace a line from his hip joint all the way to the tip of his cock, swirling around the head and the back down the other side. He nuzzles his nose against his balls, placing light kisses all over each sending Sosuke’s pulse into the stratosphere. Makoto opens his mouth, sucking in one ball, rolling it around on his tongue as his hand rubs up and down the opposite thigh. Finally, he shifts up, pressing a kiss to the head of his dick before engulfing it with his lips and slowly–achingly slow–takes Sousuke inch by inch into his mouth.

Sousuke bites his lip, relishing the heat of Makoto’s mouth. His hand reaches forward, grabs a fistful of hair but before he can thrust up, Makoto pops off, shaking his grip free; “Not that tonight. I’d like things… soft.”

Sosuke inclines to apologize but he knows if he does Makoto will feel bad, like he’s done something wrong. Truth be told, he loves Makoto like this. Loves the tenderness in his beautiful green eyes. Loves his large hands, seemingly built for toughness but give such a gentle touch that it melted even his hard heart.

He loves Makoto’s cooking, how he can’t help himself when it comes to cleaning, to sacrificing his own comfort to make this house a home for Sousuke to come back to, all despite his own grueling schedule.

He loves Makoto.

How long has it been since he told him that?

“Ok, Mako, whatever you want. I’m yours to do with as you please,” Sousuke says, keeping his voice as soft as possible.

Makoto flushes again but nods determinedly, adjusts back to his previous position and takes Sousuke’s cock–softened but still aching–wholly into his mouth. Sosuke’s large, so going in soft is a welcome surprise as it isn’t often that Makoto can take him to the hilt.

“Ah, fuck,” Sousuke whispers, working hard to keep himself pliant, to not usurp Makoto’s wishes with his own desire to positively fuck his face. He can do that tomorrow, he supposes.

Makoto hums, the vibrations shooting straight to Sousuke’s spine making him twitch. Makoto’s hands–large, strong, but soft–land on his hips, holding him in place as his head slowly bobs up and down, his lips caressing his cock, his tongue wetting him more with each pass. He’s not able to take him quite as deep but it still feels fucking amazing.

Sousuke’s head lulls back, his hand reaching out again but this time he merely cards his fingertips through Makoto’s hair, enjoying the softness of it. Makoto makes no noise of complaint so he does it again, allows himself more of a handful but he never grips and he never tugs, just plays with his hair as Makoto sucks him.

Sousuke grunts, takes in a long breath; “Mako… babe… fuck that feels so good.”

He feels his balls cupped, massaged as Makoto unsheathes Sousuke’s cock from his mouth only to lick it, flicking the tip of his tongue against the head and slit, each pass making Sousuke’s hips twitch and his ass muscles clench.

“I love your cock, Sou,” Makoto says through a sigh. He rubs his cheek against the side of it, his eyes closed and a smile on his red, plumped lips; “It’s so big, so thick and hot.” He wraps one hand around the base, sucks the tip in his mouth, rolling his tongue along the head.

“Fuck… fuck!” Sousuke can’t think of anything else to say, words garbling in his throat until all he can do is voice the one thing he wants to do, so,so badly. He looks down again, meets his eyes to Makoto’s, surprised and pleased by the fire burning bright in his dark green iris.

“You make me feel so good with this, it’s the perfect cock for me. The perfect size, the perfect length.” He licks from base to tip again, never breaking eye contact; “The perfect taste.”

“I… Mako… please…”

Makoto nods, gives a squeeze to the base and sucks down the upper half, his mouth and hand working in tandem. Sousuke can’t stand it, bucking up again. Makoto gives him a look and he stills, mouths an apology and tilts his head back, trying to stay still, trying to let Makoto finish this his way. He sucks him down as far as he can and Sousuke can feel his tip grazing the back of Makoto’s throat; that alone is enough.

“Fuck, Mako, I’m gonna cum, shit, I’m gonna… oh, baby!” He erupts into Makoto’s throat. He can hear him splutter, choking a bit but he doesn’t pull away, just takes it, allows Sousuke to empty himself completely. Finally, he collapses, panting heavily and Makoto lets him go, swallowing before drawing a deep, long breath.

Sousuke comes back down to earth, rolls his head to the side; “I think we found a solution for my tight muscles, they’re like jelly.”

Makoto chuckles, the happy sound warming Sousuke all over again. He manages to crook a finger, gets Makoto back on his lap. His hands seek his hair again, fingers weaving through olive brown, and he pulls him gently down. Lips against lips, he whispers, “I love you, Tachibana Makoto.”

Makoto smiles, bright and wide and open and it’s so beautiful Sousuke thinks he just might cry; then again he’s riding high on endorphins. The kiss he receives says it all. I love you too.

Kinktober – Day 5 – Shotgunning – Yamaguchi x Tanaka

Thanks to @therealemma-trevelyan for her suggesting this pairing!

Yamaguchi isn’t exactly sure how he of all people ended up on a leather couch in an overfull underground nightclub with music blaring and laughter all around, trying to look nonchalant but sure he looks more constipated than calm. His eyes seek the main floor for Tsukishima, but he’s nowhere to be found, which is a surprise until somewhere in the din of voices he hears a vague reference to “Kuroo-san” and knows he won’t see his best friend for the rest of the night.

Good for him he thinks but can’t quite push off the little twinge of jealousy that shoots through him; it would be nice to have someone too.

Suddenly, the cushion next to him becomes occupied rather violently and a raucous shout of “Yama-kun!” makes him wonder if he’ll be able to hear in his left ear. He shifts but a strong arm wraps around his shoulders, the person going on, “I haven’t seen you for ages, how the hell are ya?”

Yamaguchi blinks a few times before a wide smile drives away his startled expression; “Tanaka-senpai! Wow! I can’t believe you’re here!”

“Ah ha! Hear that! Someone still knows how to treat his elders!” Tanaka shouts to someone Yamaguchi can’t see then returns his attention to him, laughing out, “You can’t believe I’m here? What the fuck is my innocent kouhai doing in this den of sin unattended?”

Yamaguchi feels his cheeks warming and stutters out, “I… I don’t need a chaperon Tanaka-san, I’m an adult too ya know.”

“Sure, sure,” Tanaka laughs again, smacking Yamaguchi on the back heartily.

“I am!” Yamaguchi insists, belying the point by whining.

But Tanaka just laughs again and swings back the remaining dredge of whatever drink is left in his cup.

Yamaguchi sips his own–a bottle of water–to quench his dry throat.

“So, mister adult, tell me this,” Tanaka leans in closer, apparently willing to yell less for which Yamaguchi is glad; “You have a hit yet?”

Yamaguchi stares at him, not understanding what he means and it makes the older male laugh again; he seems to be laughing a lot more than usual now that he thinks about it. “Um… I’m guessing, no?” he hazards.

“Hey, Yuuji! Get me some of that shit, will ya?” Tanaka calls. “I gotta supervise the corruption of my kouhai!”

From across the room comes a vaguely familiar face from the past that Yamaguchi can’t quite place but he knows he’s seen him before tonight. He gives it up, figuring in the long run, it won’t matter.

“Oh ho? Takin’ on a virgin? Lucky dog, Ryu,” the blonde says, flicking out his tongue revealing a barbell of metal and Yamaguchi wonders how much that hurt to have put in. He passes one of the smallest cigarettes Yamaguchi has ever seen to Tanaka, saying through a laugh, “It’s a bit small for a demo, maybe you should shotgun, you know… make sure it doesn’t go ta waste.” The smirk and wink he sends to Yamaguchi have his cheeks heating up again but his attention is gained once more by the male seated next to him.

“Ah, well, guess it can’t be helped,” Tanaka says. Then murmuring so low Yamaguchi wonders if he was meant to hear adds, “Not that I’m complaining, always thought he was a cutie.”

“Who’s cute?” Yamaguchi asks.

Tanaka gives him a look, shaking his head and chuckling, “I’ll tell you in a sec, for now, open your mouth like this,” he demonstrates, “and wait.”

Suddenly aware of many eyes on them, Yamaguchi questions the wisdom of listening but his default since he was a kid is to do as told by his senpai, so he obediently parts his lips in a soft “O”, his fingers gripping the fabric of his pants tightly as he waits in nervous anticipation.

Tanaka grins, then lights and takes a long drag off the small white stick between his fingers.

Before Yamaguchi can process what’s happening, Tanaka leans up, grasps Yamaguchi’s head to tilt it back and covers his open mouth with his own, blowing smoke into the cavity. Startled, Yamaguchi sucks in a breath, inadvertently inhaling sending the smoke into his lungs. It makes him cough, but Tanaka’s hold is strong and he keeps the seal between their lips mostly intact. Yamaguchi dimly hears shouts and wolf whistles but he’s too focused on trying to breathe to really take in anything else around him. After another second, Tanaka lets him go, and he coughs loudly, slamming a fist against his chest to work oxygen in through the haze. Whatever that was, it works fast because soon enough Yamaguchi feels light-headed, slumping against Tanaka’s broad chest. He manages to raise his head, eyes watering and wheezes, “What… what was that?”

Tanaka looks surprisingly calm, stroking one hand through Yamaguchi’s soft and much longer hair; “That was a shotgun of weed, you like it?”

He’s not sure right away but as the drug takes over, Yamaguchi smiles and nods; “Yeah, feels like… floating…” and then he’s falling again, but Tanaka shifts, holding him up.

“Figured you’d be a lightweight, gonna have to take care of you the rest of the night I think.” He stands, throwing one of Yamaguchi’s arms around his neck and walks him to a blissfully empty and quiet room.

How he found it or why no one’s in here–nor why there happens to be a bed in it–Yamaguchi doesn’t care to know. What he does care about is lying down until the world stops spinning. He flops to his back, taking in deep breaths only to have one catch in his throat when Tanaka lies down next to him before shifting to loom over him, caressing his face and Yamaguchi takes note that his body is still in prime physical condition. “Are you lucid enough for me to kiss you properly?” Tanaka asks, voice rough.

Yamaguchi’s heart leaps into his throat and he turns his head to cough before looking back up into those earnest, heated eyes. Tanaka’s body is warm, his touch electric and his kiss… well…

“I would like to know what it feels like to kiss you without losing my breath,” he admits.

Tanaka grins that feral grin of his making Yamaguchi’s whole body heat up. He leans closer, presses the lightest kiss to the corner of his mouth and whispers back, “Oh Yama-kun, I don’t need smoke to leave you breathless.” And then he’s kissing him, tongue down his throat, hand up his shirt caressing sensitive skin. Yamaguchi squirms in his hold, not to get away, but closer.

He doesn’t mind the world spinning now.

Kinktober Day 4 – Spanking – Daichi x Yui

Daichi leans against the bar, drink in hand. It’s dim, a faint scent of stale tobacco lingering but not necessarily unpleasant. He sips, his eyes never leaving Yui as she moves from one cluster of friends to another.

Damn she looks hot tonight.

His appreciation takes the form of a slightly uncomfortable tightness below the belt but it’s worth it to see her in that dress, and to know what’s underneath.

He downs the remainder of his glass and orders another. The drink appears promptly and he nods thanks to the barkeep before moving away, weaving his way through the crowd to where Yui stands laughing with Shoyou and Hitoka Hinata.

“Oh! Good evening Sawamura-san! This such a great party!” Hinata exclaims, his trademark bright grin on full display.

Daichi nods, taking his place beside Yui. As the conversation continues he subtly lifts one hand and settles it on Yui’s exposed back. Her skin is cool and he feels her lean into his hold, no doubt seeing more warmth, which he’s happy to provide.

As he listens, his thumb traces a pattern on her skin, slow and steady. Yui’s ability to remain focused, while admirable, has the unfortunate (for her) effect of bringing out the deviant in Daichi.

Without hesitation, his hand moves south, palm sliding over the skin tight silk cradling her delectable ass, and stays there; strong, secure and positively possessive.

Yui stutters slightly but recovers quickly, speaking faster thanks to frayed nerves.

If the Hinatas noticed, they make no show of it, which means they don’t because neither have that good of a poker face.

Presently, they move away, and Yui turns quickly her eyes flashing but Daichi reads the heat beyond the indignation. “You’re terrible! Can’t you behave?” she whispers harshly.

One side of Daichi’s lip curls into a smirk he knows Yui’s weak for; it’s gotten him out of (and no doubt in to) trouble before. “Your fault, minx,” he whispers back, his tone is low and sultry.

He loves the flush of her cheeks when he’s like this, it drives him from hungry to famished. He steps closer, wraps his arm around her once more but she pulls away quickly, smacking the top of his hand. “Be good,” she admonishes.

“Or what?” he challenges crowding her against the wall.

Yui lets out a tsk, her gaze dropping from his. He makes to move it back again but a call of his name from across the room interrupts his seduction. He sighs, begins to draw away but not before reaching around and squeezing one cheek. He practically growls in her ear, “I’ll be seeing this later.”

“Dai…chi…”

He couldn’t wait, pulling her into the powder room and locking the door. Now he has Yui right where he wants her, laid out on his lap as he sits on the chaise, the skit of her dress shoved haphazardly above her waist leaving her ass in perfect position for proper appreciation.

A firm smack cuts off anything further she attempts to say.

Daichi smooths his hand over the red mark, leans down to place a kiss on it making her twitch. She shifts, brushing against his raging hard on and he smacks her again. “Stay still,” he grunts.

Yui whimpers but complies, does her best to hold her position as Daichi takes large handfuls of her ass, almost as though he means to mold something of the flesh but he merely releases again, smoothing over her soft skin.

“I love all your curves but…this ass…damn.”

He gives her another smack, less strong but the snap feels loud echoing against the tile.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Yui. God, having to watch you walk around in this all night, seeing other guys check you out.” He spanks her again. “I wanted to bend you over my knee right then and there, give you a good spanking.”

Another smack, another whimper. Daichi leans to look at her face. Her eyes are closed tight, brow scrunched slightly, her poor bottom lip abused by teeth working to stifle louder noises.

That won’t do at all.

Without warning he flips her over and stands, sets her on shaky legs before the wall. “You might wanna brace yourself,” he says, voice thick. Then he drops into a crouch, spreads her cheeks and licks between them.

“Daichi!”

That’s better.

He smacks her ass again for good measure; “Hope you’re ready princess, I’m nowhere near done with you.”

Kinktober Day 3 – Sensory Deprivation | Temperature Play | Edgeplay | Knife Play – Asahi/Daichi

Dedicated to my dear friend @therealemma-trevelyan for all her lovely support when I’ve been ready to pull my hair out because writing is hard sometimes and I appreciate that someone as talented and busy as she is sees worth in giving me some of her time and attention. Hope you enjoy!

“As far as countermeasures, I know you could have come up with something better than letting that bastard touch what’s mine.”

Asahi swallows thickly against his dry throat. He’s been with Daichi too long not to catch the edge of anger, the hint of jealousy, lacing his words. It should terrify him really, given Daichi’s penchant for violence when thoroughly provoked, but it doesn’t, though the blindfold covering his eyes invokes a sense of apprehension.

The plan had been going well, a handful of the family managing to get through the doors of The Soaring Eagle nightclub that popped up seemingly overnight on the border of Karasuno’s territory.

Their mission: intel.

Nobody set up shop that close to another family’s turf unless they were looking for trouble. But starting a skirmish over assumptions was foolish; the place may not necessarily be associated to their most intense and dangerous rivals.

So Daichi put together a team to get in and find out what was going on. Dressed to the nines, Asahi, Yachi, Tanaka and Ennoshita were selected to take up the task with Daichi running point from the floor above, Tsukishima hacking into the security cameras to give them a clear view and keep tabs.

It had been going well, no murmurs of impending problems and just when they’d begun to think there was no reason to worry, he’d shown up; Tendou Satori.

Apparently, Asahi is his type and he threatened no end of pain to the rest of their enclave unless he did as told. So to avoid bloodshed, Asahi agreed before Daichi could counter him which led to a rather unpleasant evening from which Asahi returned being told upon arrival at home that “Dai-san wanted him downstairs”.

Asahi’s voice is breathless, strained as he pleads, “I’m sorry, Daichi. It didn’t mean anything, you know that.”

“I don’t know, you seemed pretty eager, I should know, pet,” Daichi growls.

Asahi opens his mouth to protest but gets no further than a gasp, feeling the press of cold metal against his throat; Daichi’s switchblade.

“I suggest not moving unless you feel like bleeding tonight.” The bed shifts under Daichi’s weight but he keeps the blade perfectly still. His breath fans hot over Asahi’s skin, his low voice pooling heat in his gut; “That may not be a bad idea… carve you up a bit… write my name in your flesh…”

Asahi feels a whimper wiggling in his throat, tries to keep his breathing even so as not to end up with less of a mark and more of a puncture.

“My how you tremble… are you afraid… or excited?” Daichi asks, voice even as he tilts the blade just enough to sting but not draw blood… yet.

This time Asahi does whine, a needy broken sound, laced with an undercurrent of want, but he’s not afraid. Not even if Daichi is mad or jealous will he actually hurt Asahi, he’s proven that. And he likes Daichi possessive over him, likes that he wants him only for himself.

Maybe that’s due to his overwhelming sense of self-loathing embedded deep in him from adolescence to adulthood. He’d been a wreck when Daichi found him, the shell of a man whose heart had been shattered worse than his body. What he saw in him that day (or even now) he doesn’t know but he’s so, so grateful.

Daichi glides the flat of the blade against his chest bringing his thoughts back from the brink and Asahi resists the urge to arch. It continues downward, its edge tickling the hairs of the hairs on his stomach, sharp enough to cut a few to shorter than they were.

Asahi’s cock firms up, pressing against the stretch of his boxer briefs.

He can hear the wicked smile Daichi’s sporting as he purrs, “Ooooh this excites you. Look at that cock coming to life.”

Asahi gets harder, his skin burning, longing for touch, even a rough one but Daichi just holds steady, restricting his movements with little more than his voice and a blade.

Daichi hums, “Maybe I will. Or maybe I’ll give you a haircut… knock down your sex appeal a few rungs with a real custom job…”

Asahi winces, a real rush of fear sliding over his arousal. He can’t help it, he loves his hair. It’s the perfect length now, full and lush and healthy, one of—in his mind—the few points of pride he has that’s all his own.

The blade moves away from his body, and as he feels Daichi shift, Asahi has a brief moment of panic, his whole body starting to shake. He licks dry lips, searches for his voice but it’s caged by indecision; should he use his safety word? Let Daichi know it’s too much? He feels terrible, but he needs to know, needs to be reassured this is only a part of their game and that Daichi would never—

The click of the blade closing makes him start but before he can speak Daichi’s mouth is on his, kissing him firmly, making him moan. He breaks the kiss with a lewd pop, twists one hand into Asahi’s hair, and tugs, pulling his head back, exposing his throat against which Daichi murmurs, “Easy pet, easy.” He plants tender soft kisses, and Asahi sighs, letting out all the tension in his body.

Daichi’s silk tie—sporting a thread count that can rival most luxury hotel sheets—drags over Asahi’s skin, drawing goosebumps. He looked so amazing in his new suit tonight and Asahi wishes he could see him, but more than that he wants to take it off layer by layer. The thought brings another needy sound out and Daichi pulls back.

“Ok now?” he asks, voice still low but softer.

Asahi nods, humming assent.

“You know I’d never cut your hair right?” He leans closer, breath hot and words hotter, “You know how much I love to pull it while I fuck you, right?”

Asahi nods rapidly… god does he want that, he wants it so bad. Daichi gathering his hair into one hand, tugging his head back while Asahi’s on all fours, fucking him, making him see stars…

“Do you want to keep going?” Daichi asks, and Asahi can hear the smile in his voice as though he already knows the answer, probably knows what Asahi is imaging and hoping he’ll do to him…

“Please Dai… need you…”

“Hmmm, tempting as that may be, I don’t think you earned that tonight. You’re supposed to be being punished, remember.”

Asahi’s nerves quiver, his whole body alight with desire and he almost sobs at the loss of contact—however small—when Daichi rises from the bed.

Silence descends.

Asahi’s skin hums, his breathing fast. He knows Daichi is still there, just watching him lie on the bed, sight restricted and at his mercy. The rustle of clothing makes his heart rate spike. Hearing zipper teeth unsecuring, he licks his lips again, a Pavlovian response… “Da…Dai….chi, please…”

He hears Daichi’s amused chuckle over the sound of more clothes being removed. Tears prick the edge of Asahi’s eyes, tortured over not being able to see glorious sinew and muscle coming into view.

There’s a rattle and the press of something cold against his lips; ice. He flinches, lips parting naturally. Daichi’s close again, voice laced with hunger but he remains ever in control as he slides the ice cube along the line of Asahi’s bottom lip; “Suck it a bit, you looked parched.”

Immediately Asahi’s lip purse to suck more of the cube into his mouth. He sweeps his tongue against it, eager for the moisture. The tips of Daichi’s fingers lay just against him, the salt of his skin mixing with the water until the thought of drinking Dai overwhelms Asahi.

The ice is melting, sending drops of water dripping on to heated flesh. Eventually, it becomes too small for Daichi to maintain his hold and he pushes the remainder gently into Asahi’s mouth; “Ok, you can finish it.”

Asahi wraps his lips around the rest of the cube, sucking lightly on Daichi’s fingers not yet retracted. A hand touches Asahi’s cheek; “So eager pet,” he murmurs. Then his fingers are gone and a much thicker, longer and blazingly hot appendage grazes Asahi’s lips, the familiar stickiness of precum smearing along the bottom.

“Plea—”

“Roll over here and suck it like a good boy,” Daichi cuts off, voice rough.

Asahi hurries to comply, rolling to his side and encasing Daichi’s cock in his mouth, moaning with relief at finally being able to touch, to give, to make amends for upsetting him.

“Fuuuuck… feels good,” Daichi hisses, more to himself than to Asahi, but he absorbs the affirmation anyway. Daichi cards his fingers through Asahi’s loose waves, gathers some in his hand to give encouraging tugs, urging him to take him deeper.

He does so, opening wide and moaning around Daichi, presses the flat of his tongue against the underside of his cock.

Daichi shifts, wraps his hand in Asahi’s hair more, his grip tighter, almost painful. He begins to thrust, pistoning in Asahi’s willing throat, conditioned to take him to the hilt. “Fuck… so good… damn it.”

Asahi only just barely manages not to gag and he feels the need to swallow but can’t and so opens his mouth wider, lets the built up saliva escape.

There’s a groan from Daichi, his pace increasing; “You should see yourself pet, so debauched, so needy, so good!”

Asahi’s grip on the sheets must be white knuckle by now, his cock an angry shade of red, leaking, desperate for touch but he has to wait, may not get to come tonight; it makes him want to cry.

“Damn your cock is so hard pet. It’s weeping for me.” Suddenly the blindfold is gone; “And you are too! Such pretty tears,” Daichi praises, trailing his free hand over Asahi’s cheek even as he continues fucking his face.

Daichi’s name catches in his throat, coming out a low, strangled moan.

“Should I come now? Would you like that?”

Asahi nods as best he can, braces himself for the impending rush down his throat.

“I… fuck your mouth feels so good! I’m gonna come, you ready? You ready to take my come pet?”

Another nod, another bracing inhale.

Daichi erupts, shooting his release down Asahi’s throat. It’s heavy and violent and Daichi curses his way through his orgasm, his grip on Asahi’s hair so tight more tears escape, rolling down his cheeks.

He needs a proper breath, tapping Daichi’s arm twice. Immediately he’s released and Daichi extracts his cock allowing Asahi to take a full breath. He coughs a little and his eyes burn from the tears but when he casts a half hooded eye look up at Daichi he smiles.

Daichi’s still catching his breath, glorious chest heaving. From this angle, Asahi catches the gleam of sweat on his skin, wants to taste it and licks his lips.

“My, my still hungry?” Daichi asks.

Asahi nods slowly but nearly pouts when Daichi shakes his head; “No more tonight, we need sleep.” He eyes Asahi’s cock, still rock hard and pulsing. Asahi breath catches in his throat, hoping Daichi will have mercy and give him release too.

He chokes on air when Daichi wraps one large hand around him, giving a none too gentle tug; “Who’s cock is this?”

“Y…yours…” Asahi’s head falls back against the pillows, a grunting groan erupting from parted lips.

“Who are you hard for?”

“You… Dai… only you…”

“Are you sure? Not thinking of someone else? That fucking piece of shit redhead for instance?”

Asahi opens his eyes, finds Daichi looking down at him with a dark, deadly expression even as he continues stroking his cock. His mouth is dry again but he croaks out as fast as his tongue can wag, “No! Not him! Not anyone but you Daichi!”

“Mmmmmm… that’s good to hear… that’s very… very,” his pace increases, the slick of Asahi’s precum squelching in his hand, “very good.”

“Dai… fuck… please…”

He won’t last, he can’t, it’s too much. He needs to cum, needs it so badly he feels almost sick.

“Have you learned your lesson?” Daichi hums still stroking.

“Yes!”

“Yes…?”

“Yes, sir!”

Another hum, more stroking. Daichi’s breathing goes up again but is lost in the sound of Asahi’s desperate gasps and pleas.

Finally, he hears, “Ok, pet, come for me.”

Asahi screams, probably sounds like he’s dying but he can’t help it, his release—welcome as it is—is almost painful for having had to wait so long.

Cum splashes on his stomach, warm and sticky but he doesn’t care, he just lies there boneless, catching his breath with his eyes closed.

The press of fabric makes them open again. It takes a few seconds but they widen further when he sees what Daichi is cleaning him up with; “Is… is that my new suit?”

Daichi nods, finishes wiping him up. When his eyes meet Asahi’s they’re dark once more. “I was gonna burn it anyway, might as well make it useful one last time.” He reaches with one hand, clasps Asahi’s chin and presses a surprisingly gentle kiss on his lips; “Don’t let anyone touch you like that again. I don’t care whose ass you’re tryin’ to save, understand?”

Asahi just nods, pecks those grim set lips again and nuzzles Daichi’s cheek; “M’sorry”

“I know, you did really well tonight,” Daichi affirms, giving another kiss before moving away. Asahi whimpers, he needs him close; “One second love, just gotta finish cleaning up.” Asahi preens at the new term of endearment, his usual, the one Daichi uses when he’s very, very pleased. He rolls to his side, watches Daichi roll up the cum stained suit and thrust it into the fire burning in the grate. It catches with a whoosh, the flick of flame highlighting Daichi’s strong jawline.

Asahi sighs, feels his eyelids growing heavy and closes them. A moment later, he hears the sound of rushing water from the bathroom. He cracks open one eye, watches Daichi walk to the bed, his gloriously tone body outlined by fire light and it stirs longing in his gut but he’s so tired…

“Gotta get you cleaned up love, wanna hold you too.” Daichi takes his hand, pulls him to a seated position and caresses his cheek; “Can you walk?”

Asahi nods but as he stands he feels his knees buckle slightly, still overwrought thanks to the build up of his orgasm. Concern colors Daichi’s face, softens it making Asahi’s heart flutter. “Shit, I knew I took it too far. Sorry love, here, let me help you.” He settles Asahi’s arm about his neck and wraps his own around Asahi’s waist, walking him along to the threshold of the immense bathroom; taking the whole basement as their quarters was one of the best ideas ever.

“Sit here, let me finish setting up,” Daichi says lowering Asahi carefully onto the edge of the tub. He’s still tired but less shakey. With a flick of his wrist, Daichi turns off the taps, tests the water temperature and drops in some essential lavender oil.

He steps into the tub, extending a hand to help Asahi join him. Daichi sits first, presses a kiss to Asahi’s ass making him sigh; “Alright, ease down, take your time.”

Asahi does so, sighing as first hot water then hot skin envelop him, Daichi’s chest solid against his back.

He tilts his head, accepts with full appreciation the light kisses to his shoulder and neck.

“Love you,” Daichi whispers in his ear.

Asahi hums, a content sound and nods; “Love you too.”

Kinktober – Day 2 – Ass Worship – Terushima / Sawamura

“Woah, Sawamura-san has a nice ass.”

The thought startles Terushima slightly more so than the sight of his new workout buddy sprawled on his stomach in nothing but tight boxer briefs dead to the world. He doesn’t mean to stare but it’s right there and so enticing it must be looked at. Like a piece of art cries out to be admired so does Sawamura Daichi’s ass.

He’s a piece of art in general, Terushima considers continuing to stare, watching a strong back and broad shoulders shift to a more comfortable position, representations of why he’s asked said Adonis in the flesh to help him with his training regiment.

Sawamura lets loose something between a snort and a snore that makes the blonde snicker quietly. Maybe he should just let the man sleep, it looks as though studying really took it out of him and it isn’t as though Terushima can’t do the workout by himself, it’s just more fun with a buddy.

He lets out a huff, closing the dorm door quietly and retreats down the stairs, sending a text to Sawamura: Caught you napping, you lazy ass. Guess you need sleep more than burpees. Next week ok?

Terushima doesn’t recall what brings the image of Sawamura’s tight ass back into his frame of remembrance but one night it’s there and just won’t leave. His mind wanders to paths never tread before, unbidden questions and curiosities flowing in and out of his thought stream.

He’d love to grab two handfuls of that ass and give a hard squeeze though he doubts it’d be all that malleable; walnuts wouldn’t stand a chance against him. What would it be like though, touching Sawamura’s ass? Giving it a great smack, turning it red? Would he even like that?

Why am I even thinking about this?

He feels himself getting excited at these thoughts… these fantasies.

Terushima has fancied himself an ass man, he just never considered himself a man ass, ass man, but Sawamura’s ass is apparently in a class by itself. He groans against the feeling his dick getting half hard and knows he’ll need relief but also that his hand isn’t gonna cut it tonight. Quickly he snatches his phone from the bedside table, scrolling past number after number until he finds the one he knows will help him scratch this particular itch.

“Hey baby girl,” he croons into the line when she picks up.

“Hey Yuuji, you ok? You sound a bit out of breath?”

Damn, he must really want it then, shit.

He clears his throat, rolls to his back. “Sorry,” he plays up the breathing, allows a husk to fall into his voice, “I was just… thinking about you and that sweet, sweet ass-” not technically a lie, she was who popped into mind for a literal booty call- “and was hoping you could come over tonight, give me a little tail.”

He knows by her tone he’s got her hook, line, and sinker; flattery does get him some places. “Oooo, someone’s eager,” she says, voice wispy and full of honey; “Just make sure you have enough lube, last time I got raw.” He drops the phone as she hangs up, letting out a sigh of relief; fucking her ass should help him with both his problems.

A good thing too, considering he’s gonna see Sawamura tomorrow morning for their makeup workout and it would not do to go there with all this on his mind.

Baby girl shows up ten minutes later and he wastes no time on platitudes; they never do. His lips crash against hers hard, tongue thrusting in with an eagerness that he usually doesn’t allow but he needs, he needs so much and his cock is so hard and fuck he can’t wait to slam into her.

She’s panting, gasping, writhing under him in seconds, his name spilling from her lips and caressing his eager, hungry ears. He whispers into hers, “I’m gonna get you ready now, ok baby girl? Turn over for me.”

Her head nods, eyes half hazed with lust and want and fuck does she look delectable. Terushima gets her on hands and knees, tonguing her ass just enough to get her excited, dripping really, before he pushes two lubed fingers into her ass, scissoring to open her up to him. She moans–a mixed sound of pleasure and pain–but pushes back towards him, sucking his fingers in more easily as she relaxes.

“Ready?” he grunts, thankful of her nod because he’s so hard he could probably pound nails. Instead, he’s gonna pound her into the fucking mattress.

He lines up, shoves in quick making them both gasp in long inhales of air. His eyes close against the pressure, fingers gripping her hips so hard he’s sure to leave bruises. A pause to catch his breath and then he withdraws, pushes in again, her ass sucking him in.

His eyelids crack open, watching his dick disappear into the confines of her supple body. Then, something shifts in his mind and when he looks up, lithe shoulders morph into broad, long hair shortens to a tight dark crop and her breathy sighs dip to a deep baritone, more grunts than sighs.

Terushima gives up, closes his eyes, allows the image of his real desire to come into view; Sawamura and his fucking ass.

Fuck, does he want a piece of it! He wants to fall on his knees before it, spread those firm cheeks and drive him wild with his ring, toying with him, playing with him, making his hips buck and his knees quiver. He wants to sink his teeth into that unblemished (he assumes) flesh, mark him up, make him his, get him to beg.

Would Sawamura beg? Would he be a bottom or a top? Both? Fuck he wants to know! He’s not fully conscious of his surroundings any longer, just lost in a haze of lust and longing for a man (a man!) that he’s admired for so long, ever since they met all those years ago, a net–not to mention a wealth of talent–between them.

“Ngh… so tight… so good…” Terushima pants, still picturing its Sawamura on his knees, that it’s Sawamura letting him slam his rock hard, pulsing dick into his ass. He rears back, lands a hard smack to flesh. She cries out but he doesn’t hear it, not really, only hears the Sawamura in his head screaming, “Faster! More! Harder!”

He gives it, slamming into her (his) ass over and over, his breath coming faster. He feels that coil deep in his belly growing tighter and tighter, the twitch of his balls and clenches his ass. He positively explodes, filling the condom and collapsing on top of his bedmate. Panting, Terushima rolls off her, hair matted with sweat and his whole body lax, eyes closed and a lazy, sex drunk smile on his face.

She gets up, makes way to the bathroom to clean herself up a bit then sits on the bed.

“Who’s Sawamura?”

Her question catches him completely off guard, his eyes flying open wide as his whole body jerks. He sits up but the sudden rush and lack of blood in his head makes him dizzy and he falls back again, groaning out, “Did I say that?”

He’s afraid to look at her, afraid that even if they aren’t more than fuck buddies, he’s hurt her, but a surprisingly gentle hand touches the back of his head, her nails trailing through the rough of his undercut. “You must like her a lot, to cry out her name like that,” she hums, still stroking.

Terushima’s clenched hand twitches, he hopes she doesn’t notice.

Of course, she does; “Oh? Not a her?” Slowly his head moves side to side, his forehead smearing sweat on the sheets. “Interesting,” she hums, moving her hand down to his neck, still rubbing comfort into his skin. After a pause, she asks, “You gonna tell him?”

Terushima finally sits up, but still can’t bring himself to look at her. It isn’t often he feels shame but using someone like this (not that he’d intended it to go quite that far) still gives him an uncomfortable feeling.

It must be plain on his face, because her hand moves from his neck to his cheek, her touch gentle; “Yuuji, I’m not your girlfriend, it’s ok.” She gives a cocky smile near enough to his own when he finally looks up at her; “What, you think I’ve never used you as a means to fill a need I can’t elsewhere?”

He huffs, somewhere between a laugh and a groan; “Well, I’m just such a good lay, you know.”

She chuckles, leans in and kisses him; “However, if you think we’re ending this night without you giving me an orgasm, you’ve got another thing coming and with that tongue of yours, I know it’ll be me.”

Terushima laughs, relief of a different sort flooding over him as he settles her to her back and himself between her thighs; “You did such a good job scratching my itch, I’m happy to return the favor.” He grins, then gets to work.

Later, when they’re snuggled together (it was too late to send her home) she says into the dark, “I think you should tell him, you never know.”

He feigns sleep to avoid a reply but that doesn’t stop his mind from considering her words, no matter how much he tries to drive them out.

“Woah, Terushima, you look like I felt last week,” Sawamura laughs in that deep rich voice. When the hell did Terushima start thinking of his voice as deep and rich? Oh yeah, last week, after seeing his ass and deciding he wanted to fuck it up. He shakes his head, what the hell is wrong with him?

“Hey,” Sawamura sets a heavy hand on his shoulder, “seriously, are you ok? We can postpone if you want.”

Terushima shakes his head vigorously. “Nah, I’m good! Sorry, just- ah, well, you know how it is.” He gives a wink.

Sawamura flashes a smile that invokes all matter of bad ideas.

Before he thinks better of it he says, “Actually, there is something—“ but falters as a call of Sawamura’s name in a feminine intonation floats over the air.

He watches Sawamura’s face positively light up as the woman—gorgeous of course—walks up to them. She looks vaguely familiar.

“Shimizu! What are you doing here?” Sawamura asks surprising Terushima by planting a kiss to her cheek.

She holds up a case. “You forgot your bento this morning,” she says. Her bespectacled eyes flick to Terushima and suddenly he remembers precisely who she is.

“Ah, sorry,” Sawamura says, “where are my manners? Terushima, this is my girlfriend, Kiyoko Shimuzu. Shimuzu, this is Terushima Yuuji.”

She bows slightly, a pleasant smile on soft pink lips; “Pleased to meet you again, it’s been a while.”

“Again?” Sawamura asks confused.

She giggles, light and airy and holy crap she still makes Terushima’s heart pound a little faster; “He was the one who asked for my number that time.”

Sawamura gives her a look, snorting, “As if that helps any.” He looks back to Terushima, throwing a thumb towards her; “No end of trouble with this one, I swear.”

She smacks his shoulder and he laughs and Terushima forces a laugh because this is all too much. The girl he wanted is dating the guy he’s developed a crush on and oh isn’t this just so much fun!

He sighs.

“Oh! Sorry, Terushima, you were about to tell me something,” Sawamura says, his arm still around Shimuzu’s shoulders, who looks at him curiously.

Terushima shakes his head. “Nothing important, um, we should probably get going, unless…”

“No! We’re good to go!”

Sawamura gives Kiyoko-san a peck on the lips. “I’ll work extra hard so you have to give me a massage,” he teases.

Terushima doesn’t hear her reply, already walking in the direction of the gym and trying desperately not to imagine what giving Sawamura a massage himself would be like.

He does, however, allow himself an open stare (in the name of learning proper form of course) as Sawamura does squats.

Kinktober – Day 1 – Face Sitting – Terushima X Yachi

“Hitoka, I need you to do something for me,” Terushima says, leaning into the petite blonde’s space.

He notices her shiver as his breath brushes her ear.

“What is it?” she asks, eyes still on the paper in front of her, the pen in her hand slightly lifted from its surface; a good thing too since his next words—uttered in a tone thick with want—would have marred her lovely work with an ugly scratch.

“Sit on my face.”

Her squeak of surprise makes him grin, his fingers deftly popping out the button of her skirt sending it fluttering to the floor as his lips delicately caress her neck. He trails his hands up, grabbing the hem of her shirt and lifts, breaking contact with her skin just long enough to fling it to the far side of the room.

“It’s been too long since I ate that sweet pussy of yours,” he rasps, toying with the elastic of her panties.

“You… you can’t just… say things like that,” Yachi pants.

“You and I both know you like it. Look.” His hand dips past fabric, two fingers sliding achingly slow over her. He draws up his hand, smirking as she whimpers the loss of contact, and holds them before her half hooded eyes. “How else would you be this wet?” he asks.

She squirms, but he holds fast, tracing the join of her shoulder with the tip of his nose to her ear whose lobe he takes between his teeth. “Please baby? I’m so hungry.” His voice is sweet as sugar, persuasive as much as it is salacious.

Yachi can’t stop from rubbing her thighs together but he stops the motion with a quick slap to her ass. “Be a good girl now, you know I’ll make you feel good,” he warns.

Slowly Yachi nods assent.

He grins, spinning her round and captures her lips with his, working her open to receive his tongue into her mouth. Yachi whimpers and Terushima’s dick gets harder.

He quickly lifts her into his arms, carrying her to their bedroom kissing her breathlessly they go.

Terushima tosses her on the bed, his mouth a wicked slice of mischief as he rips his clothes off. He crawls towards her, leaning her back and hovers above then kisses her again; he loves kissing her.

Her bra unsnaps with a practiced flip of his wrist and he pulls it away as he rises to his knees leaving her bare. She squirms, tucks in on herself as though to hide and he huffs, “Still so shy,” with a shake of his head.

Then he’s grinning again, full and wild, leans in to nuzzle between her pert small breasts. “But that’s what makes you so fucking fun. Or is it so fun to fuck?” He shrugs, turns his head and flicks the tip of his tongue over one stiff nipple.

Yachi’s whole body jerks, another whimper spilling from pretty pink lips, but it’s another set of lips he’s got on his mind and it’s time he gave them proper attention.

He sits on the bed, then lies back, getting his head into a comfortable position. A crook of his finger and, “Bring those pretty lips up here.”

Yachi flushes crimson, almost looks ready to retreat but she shifts, slowly rising to her knees. “Don’t watch,” she whines.

Terushima clicks his tongue. “Where’s the fun in that? Just get up here,” he complains. He reaches, clasping eager strong hands to her waist and pulls.

Finally, she’s astride his head, small hands braced against the headboard. Her eyes are closed but he’ll grant her that; she’s already been such a good girl.

Eager as he is, he makes himself go slow, taking time to enjoy the feel of her above him. Her skin is warm as he gently runs his hands over the outside of her thighs, following their line to the swell of her perky cute butt whose cheeks he squeezes earning a squeak.

“So cute, still so innocent,” he mutters, eyes drinking in the vision of her delicate curves; she’s so petite, almost wraith-like. His hands continue their journey, fingers pressing into the dip of her low back to pull her down closer. “You’re too high babe, come on, smother me,” he says, voice low and rumbling.

“Yuji” she whines but does shift closer, though only a little.

Her thighs tremble—with want or strain he isn’t sure—but either way, he’s done denying the both of them.

With deliberation, he opens his mouth, dragging the flat of his tongue from base to clit of her pussy. Yachi gasps, nails scratching the wood of the headboard.

Terushima grins against her flesh, continues licking slowly, from bottom to top, like he’s savoring a cone of his favorite ice cream, all the while keeping his hands in motion, sliding up and down the curve of her ass into the supine of her back.

Yachi whines, showing her growing pleasure by the undulating of her hips. This is his favorite part, breaking down her walls, drawing her to a place of disregard for decency and leaving her in utter want until he grants her what only he can give.

Seems he won’t have to wait long.

She whines his name again and he knows, knows what she’s asking for without explicit request but he won’t give it until she does.

He hums against her, places delicate teasing kisses and nips the flesh of her thighs as he murmurs, “Something you want, Hitoka?”

He catches a glimpse of her nodding but feigns seeing it. “Come on sweetness, you gotta use your words,” he insists. He uses her hesitation to continue doing as he pleases, sucking one side of her lips and she cries out, her head tossing back.

“Yuji… please…”

“Please what?”

Yachi shakes her head, hair sticking to her damp forehead but then she breaks down and sobs, “Please use your ring on me.”

He nods, pushes the barbell secured in his tongue against her clit and wiggles. Yachi gasps and bucks, grinding down to seek that little piece of metal that feels so good.

Terushima wraps his arms around her thighs, holds her down and latches his lips to her, alternating between sucking and toying at that sensitive little nub. Yachi’s breath becomes erratic, her small keens and whines pleasure to Terushima’s ears.

She’s close, just a little more and—

“Oh god!” Yachi’s whole body quakes as she comes.

Terushima backs off the firm pressure, only giving languid licks to ensure she gets the full value of her orgasm.

Spent, she falls to her side, jostling Terushima slightly but he doesn’t care. She’s panting, they both are, and he grins at her flushed face.

“That was a good one,” he says and she nods, eyes closed as little aftershocks make her body twitch.

Terushima watches her in silence, smiles as she relaxes fully and takes a deep breath. He glances down his body at his dick, hot, flushed and pulsing, aching to be shoved into her thoroughly soaked snatch but he’ll wait.

His sweetness needs a break.