LOG: Yuushi/Gakuto; the club
Frustrated, Gakuto pushed open the door leading into the club, bracing himself against the sudden onslaught of noise. He pushed through the crowd, ignoring the calls and making a beeline for the seats near the front of the stage, his heeled boots clicking sharply against the tiles as he walked. As soon as he saw that familiar figure still sitting off to one side of the stage he smiled and walked up right behind Yuushi's chair. He put a hand on one of Yuushi's shoulders and leaned down to speak right next to his ear. "Hey there stranger."
Yuushi uncrossed his legs at the touch on his shoulder and smirked. Well, now wasn't that the voice of the star of the show himself? He turned his head to look at Gakuto and chuckled. "Was that a hint I should come to see you more? Surely you don't get lonely with performances like that." He stood up in a fluid movement and walked around his seat, reaching a hand out to trail along his jaw. "Are you free right now?" he asked curiously, the thought of spending a night with Gakuto welcome after the frustrations of Atobe.
For a moment Gakuto debated that question, tilting his head slightly to one side in thought as he watched Yuushi stand. He may have been in heels but it still didn't stop Yuushi from towering over him, and he returned his hand to his own side when the other stood; that smile returning to his lips when Yuushi moved on without his reply. "I may have lots of offers, but none of them can match you for company." Gakuto kept his reply vague, though the tone of his voice was suggestive as he looked up at Yuushi from under his eyelashes which had been carefully coated with mascara and his eyes lined with a faint hint of eyeliner before his dance performance courtesy of Taki. "I don't think I have anything planned for tonight." He continued, managing to sound doubtful even though he knew he had nothing to do. "Would you like to come upstairs?"
Yuushi smiled in amusement at Gakuto's coy response. He certainly knew how to sell himself, didn't he? But at the same time there had to be some truth to it as he wouldn't have come directly to him if he didn't want to. Maybe he just wanted more familiar company, and Yuushi wasn't going to refuse that pretty gaze. He gave Gakuto an obvious look over, hand lingering on his chin and then trailing down his neck before dropping to his own side. "In that case I would love to keep you company," he purred, knowing full well the effects his voice could have when matching Gakuto's suggestive tone with one of his own. He inclined his head and swept his arm out in a gesturing bow. "After you, Gakuto."
Gakuto looked Yuushi over approvingly, glad of his decision to come find him after he spotted him from the stage earlier. That low drawling voice even saying something so mundane still sent a thrill through Gakuto's body, and he licked his lips in anticipation before turning on his heel without another word. He walked at a rather brisk pace to the other side of the building and the back door that stood beside the bar, pausing only to tell the bartender that he'd be busy for the night if anyone inquired. His fingers quickly punched in the number on the keypad beside the door to unlock it and he held the door open for Yuushi, standing purposefully in the doorway itself so that Yuushi would have to step close to get through to the hallway beyond.
Yuushi followed Gakuto, keeping his laughter to himself at how eager the other man was acting. He wasn't sure what had got him in such a mood, but he wouldn't think to complain about it. When Gakuto stood in the doorway he slid past him, but stopped halfway through. He leaned forward, trapping Gakuto's body against the doorframe and brought his lips close to the redhead's. Instead of kissing him, though, he smirked and nipped that soft lower lip before pulling back. Then he sauntered down the hallway as if nothing had happened, going slowly so Gakuto could catch up and let him into his room.
As soon as Yuushi leaned in toward him the breath caught in Gakuto's throat, and when he felt that nip he let out a needy groan; unable to help himself. When Yuushi simply continued walking on, Gakuto let out his breath in a huff and let the door slide closed behind them; effectively cutting out most of the noise. He quickly walked down to the end of the hallway, past Yuushi and toward the elevator. Normally he would've taken the stairs since he was only one floor up, but on the rare occasion that he walked with someone up to his room he usually took the elevator. He pushed the button and the doors opened immediately, Gakuto walking in and waiting for Yuushi before hitting the button for the second floor. As soon as the doors were shut behind them, Gakuto turned on Yuushi and prowled toward him until there was hardly any space between them. His hand lifted from his side to trail up Yuushi's inner thigh to the crotch of his pants, massaging the bulge there gently with his fingertips; his eyes locked on Yuushi's and not daring to look away.
Yuushi let Gakuto back him against the wall of the elevator easily after he walked inside, amused at how little time it took for the redhead to get him that way, as he could still hear the echoing ding of the elevator doors closing. He hummed in approval as he felt the warmth of Gakuto's hand through his pants. He shifted his legs further apart and sucked in a breath at the light pressure of those fingers that sent teasing signals through him. He couldn't help his comment this time, not with how forward Gakuto was being. "Anxious, are we?" He slipped an arm around him, low enough that his fingers could brush over his ass as he continued to meet that gaze with a hungry one of his own. He brought his mouth down to Gakuto's ear, mouthing at the lobe before whispering in a low voice, "I promise, you'll have plenty of time to enjoy yourself as I intend to fuck you quite thorougly tonight." He chuckled and gripped that taught ass for a moment. "How much do you fancy being able to move when I'm done with you?"
Gakuto caught his lower lip between his teeth at the attention Yuushi was lavishing on his ear, a shiver going through him at that low purr of a voice. His hand at Yuushi's crotch massaged now a little more firmly, knowing his actions were being received nicely if that hand grabbing his ass was any hint. "Doesn't mean I don't want to make use of every second." Gakuto shifted his weight back slightly against that touch, the fingers of his free hand inching toward the hem of Yuushi's shirt. "Not at all, I'd be disappointed if I could." But just as Gakuto's hand was about to slide under Yuushi's shirt and behind the waistband of his pants, the quiet chime sounded and the elevator doors opened behind him. With a sigh Gakuto stepped back from Yuushi and out of the elevator, walking to his room without another word and opening the door to let Yuushi in to the little room he called home.
Yuushi licked his lips at Gakuto's words, the images that sentence of permission brought up very good indeed. Of course, part of them included the thought of ripping through a few of his tendons, but here he was expected to be a good little murderer and only kill under Atobe's orders. He took a moment to watch the natural sway of Gakuto's hips as he exited the elevator before pushing away from the wall and following him out. He entered the offered room, but didn't go far before turning around, and before Gakuto could shut the door he did it for him by returning the earlier favor and backing him up against it. One of his hands rested on the door next to Gakuto's head, palm splayed on the wood and giving it that last little push before it clicked shut completely. With a hungry smirk he leaned down and finally brought their lips together, pinning Gakuto's head to the door with a passionate, demanding kiss.
Gakuto had plenty of ideas on what to do once they got into his room, and he was picking through them trying to decide which one to initiate just before he walked in. What he wasn't expecting was to be suddenly pushed up against the door, the breath being knocked partly out of his lungs as the door clicked closed and suddenly Yuushi's lips were on his. Gakuto moaned into that kiss, leaning up into it, and his hands immediately slipped under the hem of Yuushi's shirt and up to the button on his pants. He quickly undid it and pulled down the zipper as well, slipping his hand past the layers of clothing to wrap his fingers around Yuushi's cock and give it an eager stroke.
Yuushi savored the feel of Gakuto reacting so quickly to him, and continued to devour his mouth. He moaned against those lips at the touch of fingers on his cock, hardly gived the time to anticipate it. The touch made him shiver pleasantly and he rocked his hips once into that hand. He pulled his head back just enough so that Gakuto would have to lean up more to continue their kiss, and settled his leg between the other man's thighs. His hand not braced on the door drifted down and clutched at his ass again, urging him up even more while his thigh pressed insistantly between Gakuto's legs to give him something to rest his weight against.
A smile came to Gakuto's lips and he pulled away from the kiss just long enough to lick his lips before leaning up into it, chasing Yuushi's lips and letting out a whimper of frustration at the distance. Luckily Yuushi's leg that had settled between his own gave him something to distract himself with and he ground his hips up against Yuushi's thigh. His breath quickened at the friction as his hand on Yuushi's cock picked up a quick rhythm; though his fingers were loose and not giving Yuushi much more friction than he was getting himself.
Yuushi moaned again at the pace of Gakuto's hand, the quick touches burning through him but not enough to be satisfying, and he nipped at Gakuto's tongue in retaliation for being such a tease. "Mmm," he hummed, pulling back to speak centimeters from Gakuto's lips, "While you are a delightful armful, I know a much better place to enjoy you." He smirked deviously and settled his arm under Gakuto's ass while the other curled around his back. Then he lifted him up from the ground, the redhead's small stature making it hardly difficult. But he didn't waste time holding him, and instead carried him quickly to the bed and tossed him backwards onto it, slipping out of his shoes before crawling onto the bed himself. He gave Gakuto a hungry look from behind his glasses and trailed a hand down his leg, fingers lingering around the top of his boot.
Gakuto let out a quiet growl of frustration as Yuushi lifted him up so easily and turned around to toss him toward the bed, not because he was being picked up but rather because he was being moved away from Yuushi; out of reach of what he wanted. So as Yuushi was slipping off his shoes Gakuto lifted his hips from the bed and slipped the pair of clingy tight shorts off of his hips, glad that he had very few layers on. And when Yuushi crawled onto the bed Gakuto lowered his hand to his own cock and stoked it quickly, purposefully; knowing how far he could push himself.
Yuushi couldn't help but chuckle as Gakuto was showing his impatience more than ever. But it wouldn't do to have him getting himself off while Yuushi enjoyed the rest of him, and so he loosened his tie, pulling it off on a pretense of stripping, but instead of tossing it away he dangled it from his arm. His hand reached for Gakuto's, joining it for a moment in stroking his cock, before bringing his other hand up to pull Gakuto's hand away. He continued to touch that cock, placating the other man while he moved forward and lifted Gakuto's hand above his head. He looked down at the redhead and kissed him, because now he needed both of his hands to grab Gakuto's other arm and bring it up to join the other, knowing full well that as a paying customer Gakuto had to let him do it. He quickly wound his tie around Gakuto's wrists, knowing that he actually had ropes and other things meant for it, but not willing to go searching for them. Looping the strip of fabric around one of the poles of the headboard, he tied it tightly again to Gakuto's wrists before giving it a testing tug and then letting go to pull back and give him a good look-over.
At first Gakuto honestly didn't know what Yuushi was up to; the sly bastard had tricked him into thinking he was just stripping and next thing he knew both his hands were above his head and Yuushi was kissing him. As soon as he felt the tie being wound around his wrists he let out a disappointed whimper; that sudden lack of friction causing him to tug against the binding at his wrists. It was a good thing for Yuushi then that the knot was secure by that point, and Gakuto could do nothing but squirm against it and arch his hips off of the bed out of frustration. "Yuushi--" He whined softly, arching his back up off of the mattress and pulling the tie taut as far from the headboard as he could manage; though it didn't help at all and he pouted as he finally looked back up at the man above him.
Yuushi just smiled at Gakuto's almost plea, running his hands down that straining chest and hips before sliding back down the bed again. He gave in and stroked Gakuto's cock slowly but firmly, kissing down the inside of his thigh. He paused to suck at a spot where he could feel the pulse under it, the urge to bite into his thigh and watch that blood break through the surface strong enough that he had to move on and find another spot to kiss and lick at. His hand that wasn't busy with caressing Gakuto's cock moved to grab the zipper on the side of one of his boots and tug it down. He reached inside to pet the skin there before pulling it off and doing the same to the other. He gave a soft sigh at the sight of those pale legs against the sheets, and gave Gakuto one last stroke before getting off the bed and going to the set of drawers for some neccessary supplies.
Gakuto groaned as Yuushi's hand wrapped around his cock, falling still and simply watching Yuushi carefully as he kissed down one thigh. After a few moments when Yuushi sucked on a small patch of skin Gakuto couldn't help it any longer; his hips making small nudging movements up into the strokes of Yuushi's hand, his own hands balling into fists where they were tied above his head and his fingernails digging into his palms harshly. As soon as Yuushi's hand left him Gakuto gave a disappointed whimper and lifted his hips off of the bed again as though if he moved close enough to Yuushi he might give in and give him the friction he wanted. But Yuushi had already moved away from him and off of the bed and it was all Gakuto could do to keep his mouth shut and simply watch as Yuushi went to grab whatever else he thought he needed. As if this wasn't torture enough.
Yuushi fished through the drawer, finding a few interesting things that he might have liked to try sometime, but none of them were quite on the scale he liked to play. Of course, that ended up usually with the other person no longer living, and he reminded himself that he wasn't there to kill. Instead he grabbed two coils of what seemed to be simple nylon rope and a bottle of lubricant. Joining Gakuto again on the bed, he finally removed his glasses and set them to the side along with the bottle. "Patience, Gakuto." His hands trailed under one of Gakuto's legs, and then he pushed it up, slowly stretching it over his body until his foot was up near the headboard. Then he wound the rope around his ankle and tied it to one end of the headboard. His other leg soon got the same treatment, carefully again as although he knew Gakuto was extremely flexible, this wasn't exactly about pain. To reward the other man for his forced patience, he wrapped his hand around that cock again and gave him that wanted friction with faster strokes than before.
Gakuto gave a low growl of frustration, the sound little more than a rumble in the back of his throat; the suggestion of patience only seeming to have the opposite effect for which it was intended. And when he saw what Yuushi had in his hands when he returned to the bed Gakuto tugged harder at the tie binding his wrists, hoping that he would somehow work the knot free and yet only seeming to make it constrict more until he hissed at the tight pull at the fabric and glared daggers up at the other man. He was always such a tease, and by the looks of things it was only going to get worse before it got better. After as frustrating a day as it had already been he didn't have the ability to play the part of the pouty, inconvenienced, and fully submissive play toy, so he could only hope that wasn't what Yuushi was looking for. Especially when the next thing he knew his leg was being stretched up along his body, the muscles giving easily at Yuushi's insistence and not even giving the slightest twinge of pain even as Yuushi tied it into place since the muscles were already warmed up from dancing. Somehow he managed to sit still obediently enough as Yuushi finished tying his knots, though as soon as it was done and that hand stroked at his cock with those quick fluid movements Gakuto couldn't help but tug against them in an attempt to arch his hips toward that touch.
Really, Gakuto was too cute. Yuushi was glad for his experience in tying people down, although if Gakuto kept pulling at his restraints like that he might start worrying for his tie. His expression never changed from something that went from mildly to fully amused, even at that heated glare. He shook his head and reached out for the bottle of lubricant, releasing Gakuto's cock again to pour some of it onto his fingers. While that hand slid a finger into Gakuto's now spread and waiting hole, his other went to one of those stretched legs and caressed from his ankle to his ass. He clearly admired the view while he touched, thrusting his finger into the redhead at a lazy pace and gazing in approval at how fluid he made the stretched position look. He started touching Gakuto's other leg with his mouth, kissing and licking in random places before stopping at the back of his knee and nibbling at the sensitve skin there.
That thoroughly amused look on Yuushi's face only served to rile Gakuto up even more, and he groaned in frustration as Yuushi moved on to tease him in different ways. As that finger slid easily into him, Gakuto's toes curled against the soles of his feet and his lips parted as the breath hitched in his throat. He took in little gasps of air each time Yuushi's finger withdrew, his hips moving into each little thrust as much as they were able; rocking into them and feeling the muscles at the back of his calves burn slightly with the effort. Gakuto watched Yuushi's every move carefully; his eyes half lidded now in pleasure rather than with a glare. But it was that nibble to the back of his knee that finally tore the moan from his throat; his eyes sliding closed and his head falling back against the pillow as his body bowed against the restraints as much as it was able.
Now there was the kind of reaction Yuushi was looking for. He had to admit that while screams were nice, it was also nice to hear a moan of pleasure once in a while. A second finger joined the one already inside Gakuto, moving around and pressing more against his walls than he had before; more of a preparation than a tease this time. The taut flex of muscles in Gakuto's legs as he tried to move sent shivers through Yuushi, and he wanted to cut aside them open to watch the movement of muscle as it slid along the bones and skin, so much like the slide of his own cock would be inside the contractions of Gakuto's body. He groaned and bit right below Gakuto's knee before pulling his fingers out of him and reaching for a condom from the box nearby. He tore the packet open and rolled it onto himself, but before doing anything else he leaned over Gakuto and kissed him thoroughly, drawing out the teasing that much longer.
As soon as that second finger joined the first Gakuto trembled, that almost gentle and methodical touch enough to drive the thoughts right out of his head. It wasn't often that he could trust himself to someone this completely and actually expect to get anything out of it, let alone actually get off from it, and ironically it was with someone he should have trusted the least. He found himself pleased--and not for the first time--that he had found Yuushi in the crowd down in the club, and yet at the same time just as displeased because he wasn't sure how much longer he could endure those teasing strokes before he went insane. But when Yuushi pulled away completely it only increased Gakuto's frustrations and he muttered a curse under his breath as he watched Yuushi roll the condom down onto his cock with undisguised anticipation. When Yuushi leaned down to kiss him instead of moving on Gakuto kissed him back heatedly for a moment and then bit down on Yuushi's lower lip, his frustrations showing through.
Yuushi gave a quiet grunt at the feel of teeth on his lip, and pulled back from the kiss reluctantly. Maybe it was about time he stop admiring Gakuto's body and all the wonderful things he could do to it with the right tools, and actually do something to it. It was entertaining watching Gakuto strain at his bindings, though, and he kissed at his neck to give him something to feel while he reached for that bottle of lubricant again. After slicking up his cock he bit Gakuto's throat, worrying the skin up near his chin with his teeth. He shifted, positioning himself against Gakuto's entrance and murmured, "Remember what I said about not being able to move?" And that was all the warning Gakuto got before he pushed into him in one quick thrust, not stopping until he was buried fully within him. His hips pressed against Gakuto's spread legs, stretching them even more with the downward force, and he kept his mouth latched onto his throat to feel any vibrations of sound.
When Gakuto opened his eyes again after Yuushi pulled away from that kiss he saw the change in Yuushi's eyes from that calculated and much too thoughtful gaze to that darkened look that seemed to go right through him; the one that he knew would give him what he wanted, even if it did end up coming to him in a backhanded way. There were some days where all he wanted was for someone to fuck him so hard he couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't regret; but having his hands bound and limiting his movements was aggravating him. He wanted to reach down and rake his nails down that smooth back as Yuushi pounded into him, wanted to wrap his legs around Yuushi's waist and pull him closer with his heels and mutter encouragements into Yuushi's ear; plead for him to go faster, fuck him harder until he couldn't think. But instead he had to settle for digging his nails into his own palms and crying out from that perfect mixture of pleasure and pain as Yuushi drove into him with that one quick thrust; that promise of earlier certainly not forgotten.
That cry sent a shiver up through Yuushi's spine, and he bit Gakuto again, down on his neck near his shoulder this time. He pulled back fast enough that he could still control the movement, shuddering as he felt that drag against his cock, and thrust back in again. He pushed one hand against Gakuto's shoulder to keep him still and pinned to the bed, but with him being tied up there wasn't that thrill of the struggle that he got when usually fucking people as they died. As he continued to pound Gakuto's hips into the mattress he reached up and worked at the knot in the tie. He groaned against Gakuto's neck and gave a particularly sharp thrust as the binding finally came undone before sitting up to brace both his hands on Gakuto's shoulders and keep him held forcefully down.
Each movement of Yuushi's hips had Gakuto rocking against him as much as he could manage; those quick thrusts driving the breath right out of Gakuto's lungs. When the hand on his shoulder stopped him from moving as much Gakuto whimpered and fought to continue shifting his hips up toward Yuushi's, his frustration spiking again thanks to the way Yuushi seemed so insistent on keeping him immobile. When suddenly his hands were unbound Gakuto cried out again, softer this time as he decided to make use of his partial freedom. Despite the way he was still being held to the bed, Gakuto managed to reach between his own legs to get his arms around Yuushi and drag his fingernails in a long line from the nape of Yuushi's neck down nearly to the curve of his ass.
Yuushi hissed at the odd mix of sharp and dull pain that was nails down his back, and dug his own nails into Gakuto's shoulders in retaliation. He let go of one of those shoulders and leaned down again to kiss Gakuto harshly, scraping his teeth over lips and tongue. His hand instead went down around to the small of Gakuto's back, splaying his hand against the skin and lifting his hips off the bed so that he could thrust even harder. He knew Gakuto could handle it no matter how raw he rubbed him with the friction, and so it was his intent to make it diffucult in other ways by making use of the positions Gakuto could be fucked in. He slid his other hand around to right below that slim neck, his hand pushing against the collarbones and knowing that unless he held him down there or Gakuto braced himself he would end up fucking him into the headboard.
Gakuto whimpered softly at that sudden retaliation, a smile on hips lips now as Yuushi leaned down to kiss him and Gakuto met the kiss just as fiercely. At first when Gakuto felt that hand on his back it didn't quite make sense, but as soon as Yuushi lifted his hips from the bed that next thrust hit him even harder than before it all clicked into place. That hand holding him down to the bed was still infuriating, but seeing as his own hands were free now he decided to distract himself from it at last. One of his hands lifted up to curl around the back of Yuushi's neck, clenching into that dark hair, and his other hand lowered down between them to wrap around his own cock. This time he sat all teasing aside,stroking himself hard and fast to that same rhythm as Yuushi's hips, staring right up into his eyes as he did it.
Gakuto's boldness didn't surprise Yuushi, but as he lifted his head enough to gaze right back into those eyes he thought the other man deserved a little lesson as to who was still in charge. He gave him a smirk and pulled out slowly, enough so it was just the head of his cock nestled inside him. Then his hand inched it's way up Gakuto's throat to pause under his chin with just a slight pressure. His smirk dropped and his eyes narrowed slightly in a different kind of hunger, letting Gakuto know exactly what he was dealing with. After waiting a short moment, just holding that atmosphere between them, he thrust deep into Gakuto to drive the breath out of him and pushed down with his hand to cut off all intake of air. Then he continued to fuck him, the power rushing through him just as much as that sensation on his cock, and watched Gakuto without that amused expression that he'd been carrying almost the entire time.
Over time Gakuto had learned to read Yuushi's emotions fairly well. Not that he was an expert at it or anything, but it was sorta a part of his job after all. He knew that smirk as soon as Yuushi's lips curved; knew vaguely what to expect and felt a rush of adrenaline course through him as Yuushi's hand shifted up over his throat. For a moment he thought it would stop there, but he should have known that that slow drag of Yuushi pulling out nearly all the way meant it most certainly would not. The sudden tenseness in the atmosphere had Gakuto's heart racing, waiting for what would come next and certainly more curious than fearful. The next thrust caught him off guard, but he didn't notice Yuushi had done anything until he tried to draw in a breath and realized he couldn't. His eyes widened, and that hand still clenched in Yuushi's hair loosened as his initial reaction told him to grab at Yuushi's hand and move it away so he could breathe again. But his pride stopped him from fighting just yet, his eyes narrowing as he tried to override his survival instincts and then closing entirely as Yuushi continued to pound into him; his hand faltering in that rhythm on his cock until it stilled as he tried to concentrate.
Yuushi's hand tightened a little more as Gakuto's eyes closed. He imagined what it would be like to keep his hand there, maybe crush that throat or just suffocate him until he passed out and then some. But he remembered that Atobe wouldn't be entirely pleased with that, as the other man still owed a considerable sum of money, so he'd have to curb his instincts that were telling him to kill. He dropped his hand from behind Gakuto, letting the slim hips fall to the bed as he continued to pound. That left his hand free to do other things, and he reached between them to knock Gakuto's hand away and take up where had left off. However, it wasn't going to be that easy, and he scraped his nails up the underside of Gakuto's cock before taking it in his hand and squeezing, applying a tight pressure as he stroked. His legs trembled as he kept up harsh thrusts, as having Gakuto's life in his hands was filling him with the kind of pleasure that only such a thing would give him. "Don't hold back," he purred, "I could kill you right here. It would be so beautiful to feel your pulse slow, to pound into you until you never feel pleasure again. Do you want to know what it's like to realize that was your last breath?" He pressed a soft kiss to the back of Gakuto's eyelid, such a sharp contrast to how roughtly he was treating him elsewhere.
As Yuushi's hand tightened just that little bit more around his throat Gakuto tried to whimper and found that he couldn't; the noise lodging itself in his throat just behind Yuushi's hand. That was when his heart rate finally sped up; where the fear slowly built up and his mouth fell open in a silent cry of pain as Yuushi's nails raked up the tender flesh of his cock. But then that hand shifted and those quick even strokes were just what he'd been wanting all along and oh so much better than anything he could do to himself. Then that low voice was tempting the already uncertain part of his brain; encouraging that fear until his heart was pounding so harshly he could hear it pounding in his ears, feel it pulsing through his entire body from head to toe. And suddenly he couldn't hold himself back anymore; couldn't stop his hands from both reaching for his neck in unison, grabbing at Yuushi's wrist and tugging. At first the tug was gentle as though he didn't want to give in, but a moment later he tugged harder; his eyes flying open and that fear showing through now, silently pleading with Yuushi not to do it, to just let him go already because it didn't seem to be a game anymore. Now it was much too real.
That fear that shone through Gakuto's eyes, the begging of the hands on his wrist were exactly the kind of thing that tempted Yuushi even more, and he had to wonder if it would be worth Atobe's wrath to just do it; follow through with his words and kill Gakuto right here in his own room. "Mm, that's it," he growled approvingly. He didn't let up his grip, holding Gakuto down depsite how he tried to pry his hand off, and licked his lips, fighting with himself. But no, it would be too small of a death for someone like Gakuto. The redhead deserved to be bathed in blood, and possibly not even all his own. He tried to distract Gakuto or at least keep him hovering between fear and pleasure, and continued to stroke his cock and angle his hips up into him. He found himself drawn into that gaze and let himself get swallowed up in it along with the futile working of Gakuto's throat under his hand. It was too much of a thrill, too much of a reminder of the things he took such joy in that his mouth fell open in a low cry and he came hard with his next thrust.
Something about the way Yuushi was looking down at him, murmuring his approval, had that pleasure spiking back through Gakuto's body, and his entire body felt hot as the fear and pleasure found some sort of balance within him. His hands tugged harder at Yuushi's, pulling and starting to thrash under him even though the hand at his throat and the ropes tied around his ankles kept him from moving too much. But his tugs at that hold Yuushi had on his throat were weakening thanks to his lack of breath, and he had a feeling that fuzzy, light-headed sensation wasn't just because of Yuushi's hand on his cock; though it certainly contributed quite a bit. So when Yuushi thrust into him and that low rumbled cry from Yuushi's throat seemed to reverberate through his entire body Gakuto wasn't surprised that the warmth spreading through his body peaked and just barely tipped over the edge. As he came a moment after Yuushi it hit him so suddenly and so intensely that his vision went white--and then quickly went black before his eyes had even closed all the way; his body going slack and his hands giving up that fight as he passed out.
It may not have been death, but it was certainly alluring; the way Gakuto's body stiffened and his cock twiched in Yuushi's hand, and definitely the way the other man's body slumped as Yuushi was just coming down off his high of pleasure. He reverently removed his hand from Gakuto's throat, stroking the abused skin with the tips of his fingers. Gakuto's face was as devoid of life as it could get, his face slowly gaining color again as Yuushi had been pushing on a few veins as well. He leaned down to kiss those lips softly, treating his body so gently in comparison to moments before. He pulled out of Gakuto slowly, humming in satisfaction with that last drag over his softened cock. "Beautiful," he murmured, brushing his hand over Gakuto's cheek and then up into his hair. Unable to help himself, he leaned down and kissed those slack lips again before nuzzling his cheek, his hand brushing down one of those pale, stilled thighs.
As soon as Yuushi's hand left his throat Gakuto took in a breath of air, though he remained unconscious through all those gentle caressing touches. He heard Yuushi's voice distantly, so far away that it felt impossible for him to get back to it, and it took him a long time before he could even manage to swallow; and when he did it took much more effort than normal and he let out a pained groan. A few moments later his eyes fluttered open and he managed to take a few careful, shallow breaths before breaking into a fit of coughs and turning his head sideways to bury his face in the pillow. Gakuto was so disoriented at first that as he slowly regained consciousness and the fit of coughs subsided he reached up to slide his fingertips over Yuushi's cheek and then back into his hair, pulling him down into a very soft and slow kiss.
Yuushi had to admit that there was a different kind of thrill in having the victim open their eyes again. He watched Gakuto take time to recover, the coughing loud in the air that had been so silent before. It was a surprise, but an altogether pleasant one to have Gakuto kiss him, and he returned it just as gently; a thank you for letting him have his way with that small body. He hummed, pleased against Gakuto's mouth before pulling away enough to lick over that kiss-swollen bottom lip. He smiled down at the redhead and caressed his throat again. "Welcome back." He watched him for another moment before reaching up towards the headboard and carefully undoing the rope around Gakuto's ankle, leaving him to pull it down as he saw fit before moving to untie the other one.
Gakuto's mind was still in a daze and at first he didn't really understand where he was or what had happened; but after a few moments, and after Yuushi returned that kiss just as gently, everything started slowly coming back to him. The urge to be angry at Yuushi lingered there just under the surface, but the way he was feeling he didn't know if he could rightfully be angry about it. He didn't know if that still warm and light feeling in his chest was from the orgasm or from passing out, but either way it kept him in a calm and lethargic state as Yuushi slowly untied one leg and then the other. Gakuto didn't move his leg right away; he tested it slowly, and when the pain of stiff muscles was just a dull ache like the rest of his body he slowly moved his leg down to rest on one side of Yuushi and looked up to watch him untie the other. "How long was I out?" He asked slowly, his voice sounding rough and strained, and he made a face both at the sound of his voice and the pain that resulted.
The amused look was back on Yuushi's face again at the sound of Gakuto's voice. He decided he liked it, it gave him a rougher appeal as compared to his usual smooth confidence. "Only a couple of minutes," he reassured, setting both strands of rope on the bed once he had the other leg untied. He settled down between Gakuto's legs, kneeling on the bed and lightly kneading the muscles of one of his legs. "How are you feeling?" he asked, honestly curious as he looked down at Gakuto's still dazed face. He didn't have much opportunity to ask that of people when he was through with them, so he was going to make the most of it. The thought of how those eyes had looked moments ago when panicking in fear added a notch to his smile as he continued to touch and massage that leg.
Gakuto lowered his other leg just as carefully as the first, making a face at it and then letting it fall to the bed before turning his attention back to Yuushi. He licked his lips this time before speaking, more prepared for his voice to sound the way it did but still displeased with it as he mumbled softly. "Felt like a hell of a lot longer." And then he gave a quiet hum of pleasure at the gentle massage and had to honestly think for a moment before he could respond to Yuushi's question. "Feels good, Yuushi." Gakuto replied first instead. His throat hurt like hell, but he didn't think he should just sit there and complain when Yuushi was seemingly honestly concerned. "Mm, I feel dizzy." He answered honestly, his eyes sliding closed at that soft touch. "But still really , really fucking good."
Yuushi grinned and leaned down to nuzzle Gakuto's cheek at those last words. Really fucking good was definitely a good thing, and he trailed a finger lightly down Gakuto's cock. "The dizziness is to be expected, but I am glad," he spoke soothingly into Gakuto's ear. With a lick to the lobe he moved his hands to the thigh of the other leg and massaged it, too. "You were amazing," he purred, honestly complimentary. He felt rather 'fucking good' himself with the high of almost killing still tingling in his stomach. But then he sat back again, caressing Gakuto's cheek with the back of his hand. "Maybe you should get some rest, hm? Don't drink anything but water or tea as long as you keep it just hotter than lukewarm and avoid eating for as long as you can, and then nothing dry like crackers." He fished around the bed for his glasses and then slipped them onto his face, giving Gakuto a mock serious look. "Doctor's orders."
It was rather comforting to hear that the dizziness was normal, even if it did sort of take away from the mystery of it all for him; but he didn't really care when Yuushi started massaging the other leg. A soft smile came to Gakuto's lips at those words, since he was rather happy Yuushi had managed to enjoy himself without his usual means. He leaned slightly into that touch at his cheek, his smile widening at the suddenly serious advice. "Yes sir." Gakuto replied, matching Yuushi's serious tone even though the smile sort of gave him away.
Yuushi chuckled at Gakuto's smile and solemn answer and leaned in to give him one last peck on the lips. "I'll leave you to it, then." he said and crawled off the bed as gracefully as he could. He tossed the condom in the garbage can before zipping up his pants and giving a full body stretch accompanied by a pleased groan. He reached above Gakuto's head for his tie, but as he noticed the straining of the fabric he thought better of it and dropped it onto Gakuto's chest. "Keep it." He slipped his shoes on and went to the door, but before he could leave he paused in the doorway. "Good night, Gakuto," he said by way of parting, looking over the spent redhead with a fond smile and nodded his head before closing the door after him.
Yuushi uncrossed his legs at the touch on his shoulder and smirked. Well, now wasn't that the voice of the star of the show himself? He turned his head to look at Gakuto and chuckled. "Was that a hint I should come to see you more? Surely you don't get lonely with performances like that." He stood up in a fluid movement and walked around his seat, reaching a hand out to trail along his jaw. "Are you free right now?" he asked curiously, the thought of spending a night with Gakuto welcome after the frustrations of Atobe.
For a moment Gakuto debated that question, tilting his head slightly to one side in thought as he watched Yuushi stand. He may have been in heels but it still didn't stop Yuushi from towering over him, and he returned his hand to his own side when the other stood; that smile returning to his lips when Yuushi moved on without his reply. "I may have lots of offers, but none of them can match you for company." Gakuto kept his reply vague, though the tone of his voice was suggestive as he looked up at Yuushi from under his eyelashes which had been carefully coated with mascara and his eyes lined with a faint hint of eyeliner before his dance performance courtesy of Taki. "I don't think I have anything planned for tonight." He continued, managing to sound doubtful even though he knew he had nothing to do. "Would you like to come upstairs?"
Yuushi smiled in amusement at Gakuto's coy response. He certainly knew how to sell himself, didn't he? But at the same time there had to be some truth to it as he wouldn't have come directly to him if he didn't want to. Maybe he just wanted more familiar company, and Yuushi wasn't going to refuse that pretty gaze. He gave Gakuto an obvious look over, hand lingering on his chin and then trailing down his neck before dropping to his own side. "In that case I would love to keep you company," he purred, knowing full well the effects his voice could have when matching Gakuto's suggestive tone with one of his own. He inclined his head and swept his arm out in a gesturing bow. "After you, Gakuto."
Gakuto looked Yuushi over approvingly, glad of his decision to come find him after he spotted him from the stage earlier. That low drawling voice even saying something so mundane still sent a thrill through Gakuto's body, and he licked his lips in anticipation before turning on his heel without another word. He walked at a rather brisk pace to the other side of the building and the back door that stood beside the bar, pausing only to tell the bartender that he'd be busy for the night if anyone inquired. His fingers quickly punched in the number on the keypad beside the door to unlock it and he held the door open for Yuushi, standing purposefully in the doorway itself so that Yuushi would have to step close to get through to the hallway beyond.
Yuushi followed Gakuto, keeping his laughter to himself at how eager the other man was acting. He wasn't sure what had got him in such a mood, but he wouldn't think to complain about it. When Gakuto stood in the doorway he slid past him, but stopped halfway through. He leaned forward, trapping Gakuto's body against the doorframe and brought his lips close to the redhead's. Instead of kissing him, though, he smirked and nipped that soft lower lip before pulling back. Then he sauntered down the hallway as if nothing had happened, going slowly so Gakuto could catch up and let him into his room.
As soon as Yuushi leaned in toward him the breath caught in Gakuto's throat, and when he felt that nip he let out a needy groan; unable to help himself. When Yuushi simply continued walking on, Gakuto let out his breath in a huff and let the door slide closed behind them; effectively cutting out most of the noise. He quickly walked down to the end of the hallway, past Yuushi and toward the elevator. Normally he would've taken the stairs since he was only one floor up, but on the rare occasion that he walked with someone up to his room he usually took the elevator. He pushed the button and the doors opened immediately, Gakuto walking in and waiting for Yuushi before hitting the button for the second floor. As soon as the doors were shut behind them, Gakuto turned on Yuushi and prowled toward him until there was hardly any space between them. His hand lifted from his side to trail up Yuushi's inner thigh to the crotch of his pants, massaging the bulge there gently with his fingertips; his eyes locked on Yuushi's and not daring to look away.
Yuushi let Gakuto back him against the wall of the elevator easily after he walked inside, amused at how little time it took for the redhead to get him that way, as he could still hear the echoing ding of the elevator doors closing. He hummed in approval as he felt the warmth of Gakuto's hand through his pants. He shifted his legs further apart and sucked in a breath at the light pressure of those fingers that sent teasing signals through him. He couldn't help his comment this time, not with how forward Gakuto was being. "Anxious, are we?" He slipped an arm around him, low enough that his fingers could brush over his ass as he continued to meet that gaze with a hungry one of his own. He brought his mouth down to Gakuto's ear, mouthing at the lobe before whispering in a low voice, "I promise, you'll have plenty of time to enjoy yourself as I intend to fuck you quite thorougly tonight." He chuckled and gripped that taught ass for a moment. "How much do you fancy being able to move when I'm done with you?"
Gakuto caught his lower lip between his teeth at the attention Yuushi was lavishing on his ear, a shiver going through him at that low purr of a voice. His hand at Yuushi's crotch massaged now a little more firmly, knowing his actions were being received nicely if that hand grabbing his ass was any hint. "Doesn't mean I don't want to make use of every second." Gakuto shifted his weight back slightly against that touch, the fingers of his free hand inching toward the hem of Yuushi's shirt. "Not at all, I'd be disappointed if I could." But just as Gakuto's hand was about to slide under Yuushi's shirt and behind the waistband of his pants, the quiet chime sounded and the elevator doors opened behind him. With a sigh Gakuto stepped back from Yuushi and out of the elevator, walking to his room without another word and opening the door to let Yuushi in to the little room he called home.
Yuushi licked his lips at Gakuto's words, the images that sentence of permission brought up very good indeed. Of course, part of them included the thought of ripping through a few of his tendons, but here he was expected to be a good little murderer and only kill under Atobe's orders. He took a moment to watch the natural sway of Gakuto's hips as he exited the elevator before pushing away from the wall and following him out. He entered the offered room, but didn't go far before turning around, and before Gakuto could shut the door he did it for him by returning the earlier favor and backing him up against it. One of his hands rested on the door next to Gakuto's head, palm splayed on the wood and giving it that last little push before it clicked shut completely. With a hungry smirk he leaned down and finally brought their lips together, pinning Gakuto's head to the door with a passionate, demanding kiss.
Gakuto had plenty of ideas on what to do once they got into his room, and he was picking through them trying to decide which one to initiate just before he walked in. What he wasn't expecting was to be suddenly pushed up against the door, the breath being knocked partly out of his lungs as the door clicked closed and suddenly Yuushi's lips were on his. Gakuto moaned into that kiss, leaning up into it, and his hands immediately slipped under the hem of Yuushi's shirt and up to the button on his pants. He quickly undid it and pulled down the zipper as well, slipping his hand past the layers of clothing to wrap his fingers around Yuushi's cock and give it an eager stroke.
Yuushi savored the feel of Gakuto reacting so quickly to him, and continued to devour his mouth. He moaned against those lips at the touch of fingers on his cock, hardly gived the time to anticipate it. The touch made him shiver pleasantly and he rocked his hips once into that hand. He pulled his head back just enough so that Gakuto would have to lean up more to continue their kiss, and settled his leg between the other man's thighs. His hand not braced on the door drifted down and clutched at his ass again, urging him up even more while his thigh pressed insistantly between Gakuto's legs to give him something to rest his weight against.
A smile came to Gakuto's lips and he pulled away from the kiss just long enough to lick his lips before leaning up into it, chasing Yuushi's lips and letting out a whimper of frustration at the distance. Luckily Yuushi's leg that had settled between his own gave him something to distract himself with and he ground his hips up against Yuushi's thigh. His breath quickened at the friction as his hand on Yuushi's cock picked up a quick rhythm; though his fingers were loose and not giving Yuushi much more friction than he was getting himself.
Yuushi moaned again at the pace of Gakuto's hand, the quick touches burning through him but not enough to be satisfying, and he nipped at Gakuto's tongue in retaliation for being such a tease. "Mmm," he hummed, pulling back to speak centimeters from Gakuto's lips, "While you are a delightful armful, I know a much better place to enjoy you." He smirked deviously and settled his arm under Gakuto's ass while the other curled around his back. Then he lifted him up from the ground, the redhead's small stature making it hardly difficult. But he didn't waste time holding him, and instead carried him quickly to the bed and tossed him backwards onto it, slipping out of his shoes before crawling onto the bed himself. He gave Gakuto a hungry look from behind his glasses and trailed a hand down his leg, fingers lingering around the top of his boot.
Gakuto let out a quiet growl of frustration as Yuushi lifted him up so easily and turned around to toss him toward the bed, not because he was being picked up but rather because he was being moved away from Yuushi; out of reach of what he wanted. So as Yuushi was slipping off his shoes Gakuto lifted his hips from the bed and slipped the pair of clingy tight shorts off of his hips, glad that he had very few layers on. And when Yuushi crawled onto the bed Gakuto lowered his hand to his own cock and stoked it quickly, purposefully; knowing how far he could push himself.
Yuushi couldn't help but chuckle as Gakuto was showing his impatience more than ever. But it wouldn't do to have him getting himself off while Yuushi enjoyed the rest of him, and so he loosened his tie, pulling it off on a pretense of stripping, but instead of tossing it away he dangled it from his arm. His hand reached for Gakuto's, joining it for a moment in stroking his cock, before bringing his other hand up to pull Gakuto's hand away. He continued to touch that cock, placating the other man while he moved forward and lifted Gakuto's hand above his head. He looked down at the redhead and kissed him, because now he needed both of his hands to grab Gakuto's other arm and bring it up to join the other, knowing full well that as a paying customer Gakuto had to let him do it. He quickly wound his tie around Gakuto's wrists, knowing that he actually had ropes and other things meant for it, but not willing to go searching for them. Looping the strip of fabric around one of the poles of the headboard, he tied it tightly again to Gakuto's wrists before giving it a testing tug and then letting go to pull back and give him a good look-over.
At first Gakuto honestly didn't know what Yuushi was up to; the sly bastard had tricked him into thinking he was just stripping and next thing he knew both his hands were above his head and Yuushi was kissing him. As soon as he felt the tie being wound around his wrists he let out a disappointed whimper; that sudden lack of friction causing him to tug against the binding at his wrists. It was a good thing for Yuushi then that the knot was secure by that point, and Gakuto could do nothing but squirm against it and arch his hips off of the bed out of frustration. "Yuushi--" He whined softly, arching his back up off of the mattress and pulling the tie taut as far from the headboard as he could manage; though it didn't help at all and he pouted as he finally looked back up at the man above him.
Yuushi just smiled at Gakuto's almost plea, running his hands down that straining chest and hips before sliding back down the bed again. He gave in and stroked Gakuto's cock slowly but firmly, kissing down the inside of his thigh. He paused to suck at a spot where he could feel the pulse under it, the urge to bite into his thigh and watch that blood break through the surface strong enough that he had to move on and find another spot to kiss and lick at. His hand that wasn't busy with caressing Gakuto's cock moved to grab the zipper on the side of one of his boots and tug it down. He reached inside to pet the skin there before pulling it off and doing the same to the other. He gave a soft sigh at the sight of those pale legs against the sheets, and gave Gakuto one last stroke before getting off the bed and going to the set of drawers for some neccessary supplies.
Gakuto groaned as Yuushi's hand wrapped around his cock, falling still and simply watching Yuushi carefully as he kissed down one thigh. After a few moments when Yuushi sucked on a small patch of skin Gakuto couldn't help it any longer; his hips making small nudging movements up into the strokes of Yuushi's hand, his own hands balling into fists where they were tied above his head and his fingernails digging into his palms harshly. As soon as Yuushi's hand left him Gakuto gave a disappointed whimper and lifted his hips off of the bed again as though if he moved close enough to Yuushi he might give in and give him the friction he wanted. But Yuushi had already moved away from him and off of the bed and it was all Gakuto could do to keep his mouth shut and simply watch as Yuushi went to grab whatever else he thought he needed. As if this wasn't torture enough.
Yuushi fished through the drawer, finding a few interesting things that he might have liked to try sometime, but none of them were quite on the scale he liked to play. Of course, that ended up usually with the other person no longer living, and he reminded himself that he wasn't there to kill. Instead he grabbed two coils of what seemed to be simple nylon rope and a bottle of lubricant. Joining Gakuto again on the bed, he finally removed his glasses and set them to the side along with the bottle. "Patience, Gakuto." His hands trailed under one of Gakuto's legs, and then he pushed it up, slowly stretching it over his body until his foot was up near the headboard. Then he wound the rope around his ankle and tied it to one end of the headboard. His other leg soon got the same treatment, carefully again as although he knew Gakuto was extremely flexible, this wasn't exactly about pain. To reward the other man for his forced patience, he wrapped his hand around that cock again and gave him that wanted friction with faster strokes than before.
Gakuto gave a low growl of frustration, the sound little more than a rumble in the back of his throat; the suggestion of patience only seeming to have the opposite effect for which it was intended. And when he saw what Yuushi had in his hands when he returned to the bed Gakuto tugged harder at the tie binding his wrists, hoping that he would somehow work the knot free and yet only seeming to make it constrict more until he hissed at the tight pull at the fabric and glared daggers up at the other man. He was always such a tease, and by the looks of things it was only going to get worse before it got better. After as frustrating a day as it had already been he didn't have the ability to play the part of the pouty, inconvenienced, and fully submissive play toy, so he could only hope that wasn't what Yuushi was looking for. Especially when the next thing he knew his leg was being stretched up along his body, the muscles giving easily at Yuushi's insistence and not even giving the slightest twinge of pain even as Yuushi tied it into place since the muscles were already warmed up from dancing. Somehow he managed to sit still obediently enough as Yuushi finished tying his knots, though as soon as it was done and that hand stroked at his cock with those quick fluid movements Gakuto couldn't help but tug against them in an attempt to arch his hips toward that touch.
Really, Gakuto was too cute. Yuushi was glad for his experience in tying people down, although if Gakuto kept pulling at his restraints like that he might start worrying for his tie. His expression never changed from something that went from mildly to fully amused, even at that heated glare. He shook his head and reached out for the bottle of lubricant, releasing Gakuto's cock again to pour some of it onto his fingers. While that hand slid a finger into Gakuto's now spread and waiting hole, his other went to one of those stretched legs and caressed from his ankle to his ass. He clearly admired the view while he touched, thrusting his finger into the redhead at a lazy pace and gazing in approval at how fluid he made the stretched position look. He started touching Gakuto's other leg with his mouth, kissing and licking in random places before stopping at the back of his knee and nibbling at the sensitve skin there.
That thoroughly amused look on Yuushi's face only served to rile Gakuto up even more, and he groaned in frustration as Yuushi moved on to tease him in different ways. As that finger slid easily into him, Gakuto's toes curled against the soles of his feet and his lips parted as the breath hitched in his throat. He took in little gasps of air each time Yuushi's finger withdrew, his hips moving into each little thrust as much as they were able; rocking into them and feeling the muscles at the back of his calves burn slightly with the effort. Gakuto watched Yuushi's every move carefully; his eyes half lidded now in pleasure rather than with a glare. But it was that nibble to the back of his knee that finally tore the moan from his throat; his eyes sliding closed and his head falling back against the pillow as his body bowed against the restraints as much as it was able.
Now there was the kind of reaction Yuushi was looking for. He had to admit that while screams were nice, it was also nice to hear a moan of pleasure once in a while. A second finger joined the one already inside Gakuto, moving around and pressing more against his walls than he had before; more of a preparation than a tease this time. The taut flex of muscles in Gakuto's legs as he tried to move sent shivers through Yuushi, and he wanted to cut aside them open to watch the movement of muscle as it slid along the bones and skin, so much like the slide of his own cock would be inside the contractions of Gakuto's body. He groaned and bit right below Gakuto's knee before pulling his fingers out of him and reaching for a condom from the box nearby. He tore the packet open and rolled it onto himself, but before doing anything else he leaned over Gakuto and kissed him thoroughly, drawing out the teasing that much longer.
As soon as that second finger joined the first Gakuto trembled, that almost gentle and methodical touch enough to drive the thoughts right out of his head. It wasn't often that he could trust himself to someone this completely and actually expect to get anything out of it, let alone actually get off from it, and ironically it was with someone he should have trusted the least. He found himself pleased--and not for the first time--that he had found Yuushi in the crowd down in the club, and yet at the same time just as displeased because he wasn't sure how much longer he could endure those teasing strokes before he went insane. But when Yuushi pulled away completely it only increased Gakuto's frustrations and he muttered a curse under his breath as he watched Yuushi roll the condom down onto his cock with undisguised anticipation. When Yuushi leaned down to kiss him instead of moving on Gakuto kissed him back heatedly for a moment and then bit down on Yuushi's lower lip, his frustrations showing through.
Yuushi gave a quiet grunt at the feel of teeth on his lip, and pulled back from the kiss reluctantly. Maybe it was about time he stop admiring Gakuto's body and all the wonderful things he could do to it with the right tools, and actually do something to it. It was entertaining watching Gakuto strain at his bindings, though, and he kissed at his neck to give him something to feel while he reached for that bottle of lubricant again. After slicking up his cock he bit Gakuto's throat, worrying the skin up near his chin with his teeth. He shifted, positioning himself against Gakuto's entrance and murmured, "Remember what I said about not being able to move?" And that was all the warning Gakuto got before he pushed into him in one quick thrust, not stopping until he was buried fully within him. His hips pressed against Gakuto's spread legs, stretching them even more with the downward force, and he kept his mouth latched onto his throat to feel any vibrations of sound.
When Gakuto opened his eyes again after Yuushi pulled away from that kiss he saw the change in Yuushi's eyes from that calculated and much too thoughtful gaze to that darkened look that seemed to go right through him; the one that he knew would give him what he wanted, even if it did end up coming to him in a backhanded way. There were some days where all he wanted was for someone to fuck him so hard he couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't regret; but having his hands bound and limiting his movements was aggravating him. He wanted to reach down and rake his nails down that smooth back as Yuushi pounded into him, wanted to wrap his legs around Yuushi's waist and pull him closer with his heels and mutter encouragements into Yuushi's ear; plead for him to go faster, fuck him harder until he couldn't think. But instead he had to settle for digging his nails into his own palms and crying out from that perfect mixture of pleasure and pain as Yuushi drove into him with that one quick thrust; that promise of earlier certainly not forgotten.
That cry sent a shiver up through Yuushi's spine, and he bit Gakuto again, down on his neck near his shoulder this time. He pulled back fast enough that he could still control the movement, shuddering as he felt that drag against his cock, and thrust back in again. He pushed one hand against Gakuto's shoulder to keep him still and pinned to the bed, but with him being tied up there wasn't that thrill of the struggle that he got when usually fucking people as they died. As he continued to pound Gakuto's hips into the mattress he reached up and worked at the knot in the tie. He groaned against Gakuto's neck and gave a particularly sharp thrust as the binding finally came undone before sitting up to brace both his hands on Gakuto's shoulders and keep him held forcefully down.
Each movement of Yuushi's hips had Gakuto rocking against him as much as he could manage; those quick thrusts driving the breath right out of Gakuto's lungs. When the hand on his shoulder stopped him from moving as much Gakuto whimpered and fought to continue shifting his hips up toward Yuushi's, his frustration spiking again thanks to the way Yuushi seemed so insistent on keeping him immobile. When suddenly his hands were unbound Gakuto cried out again, softer this time as he decided to make use of his partial freedom. Despite the way he was still being held to the bed, Gakuto managed to reach between his own legs to get his arms around Yuushi and drag his fingernails in a long line from the nape of Yuushi's neck down nearly to the curve of his ass.
Yuushi hissed at the odd mix of sharp and dull pain that was nails down his back, and dug his own nails into Gakuto's shoulders in retaliation. He let go of one of those shoulders and leaned down again to kiss Gakuto harshly, scraping his teeth over lips and tongue. His hand instead went down around to the small of Gakuto's back, splaying his hand against the skin and lifting his hips off the bed so that he could thrust even harder. He knew Gakuto could handle it no matter how raw he rubbed him with the friction, and so it was his intent to make it diffucult in other ways by making use of the positions Gakuto could be fucked in. He slid his other hand around to right below that slim neck, his hand pushing against the collarbones and knowing that unless he held him down there or Gakuto braced himself he would end up fucking him into the headboard.
Gakuto whimpered softly at that sudden retaliation, a smile on hips lips now as Yuushi leaned down to kiss him and Gakuto met the kiss just as fiercely. At first when Gakuto felt that hand on his back it didn't quite make sense, but as soon as Yuushi lifted his hips from the bed that next thrust hit him even harder than before it all clicked into place. That hand holding him down to the bed was still infuriating, but seeing as his own hands were free now he decided to distract himself from it at last. One of his hands lifted up to curl around the back of Yuushi's neck, clenching into that dark hair, and his other hand lowered down between them to wrap around his own cock. This time he sat all teasing aside,stroking himself hard and fast to that same rhythm as Yuushi's hips, staring right up into his eyes as he did it.
Gakuto's boldness didn't surprise Yuushi, but as he lifted his head enough to gaze right back into those eyes he thought the other man deserved a little lesson as to who was still in charge. He gave him a smirk and pulled out slowly, enough so it was just the head of his cock nestled inside him. Then his hand inched it's way up Gakuto's throat to pause under his chin with just a slight pressure. His smirk dropped and his eyes narrowed slightly in a different kind of hunger, letting Gakuto know exactly what he was dealing with. After waiting a short moment, just holding that atmosphere between them, he thrust deep into Gakuto to drive the breath out of him and pushed down with his hand to cut off all intake of air. Then he continued to fuck him, the power rushing through him just as much as that sensation on his cock, and watched Gakuto without that amused expression that he'd been carrying almost the entire time.
Over time Gakuto had learned to read Yuushi's emotions fairly well. Not that he was an expert at it or anything, but it was sorta a part of his job after all. He knew that smirk as soon as Yuushi's lips curved; knew vaguely what to expect and felt a rush of adrenaline course through him as Yuushi's hand shifted up over his throat. For a moment he thought it would stop there, but he should have known that that slow drag of Yuushi pulling out nearly all the way meant it most certainly would not. The sudden tenseness in the atmosphere had Gakuto's heart racing, waiting for what would come next and certainly more curious than fearful. The next thrust caught him off guard, but he didn't notice Yuushi had done anything until he tried to draw in a breath and realized he couldn't. His eyes widened, and that hand still clenched in Yuushi's hair loosened as his initial reaction told him to grab at Yuushi's hand and move it away so he could breathe again. But his pride stopped him from fighting just yet, his eyes narrowing as he tried to override his survival instincts and then closing entirely as Yuushi continued to pound into him; his hand faltering in that rhythm on his cock until it stilled as he tried to concentrate.
Yuushi's hand tightened a little more as Gakuto's eyes closed. He imagined what it would be like to keep his hand there, maybe crush that throat or just suffocate him until he passed out and then some. But he remembered that Atobe wouldn't be entirely pleased with that, as the other man still owed a considerable sum of money, so he'd have to curb his instincts that were telling him to kill. He dropped his hand from behind Gakuto, letting the slim hips fall to the bed as he continued to pound. That left his hand free to do other things, and he reached between them to knock Gakuto's hand away and take up where had left off. However, it wasn't going to be that easy, and he scraped his nails up the underside of Gakuto's cock before taking it in his hand and squeezing, applying a tight pressure as he stroked. His legs trembled as he kept up harsh thrusts, as having Gakuto's life in his hands was filling him with the kind of pleasure that only such a thing would give him. "Don't hold back," he purred, "I could kill you right here. It would be so beautiful to feel your pulse slow, to pound into you until you never feel pleasure again. Do you want to know what it's like to realize that was your last breath?" He pressed a soft kiss to the back of Gakuto's eyelid, such a sharp contrast to how roughtly he was treating him elsewhere.
As Yuushi's hand tightened just that little bit more around his throat Gakuto tried to whimper and found that he couldn't; the noise lodging itself in his throat just behind Yuushi's hand. That was when his heart rate finally sped up; where the fear slowly built up and his mouth fell open in a silent cry of pain as Yuushi's nails raked up the tender flesh of his cock. But then that hand shifted and those quick even strokes were just what he'd been wanting all along and oh so much better than anything he could do to himself. Then that low voice was tempting the already uncertain part of his brain; encouraging that fear until his heart was pounding so harshly he could hear it pounding in his ears, feel it pulsing through his entire body from head to toe. And suddenly he couldn't hold himself back anymore; couldn't stop his hands from both reaching for his neck in unison, grabbing at Yuushi's wrist and tugging. At first the tug was gentle as though he didn't want to give in, but a moment later he tugged harder; his eyes flying open and that fear showing through now, silently pleading with Yuushi not to do it, to just let him go already because it didn't seem to be a game anymore. Now it was much too real.
That fear that shone through Gakuto's eyes, the begging of the hands on his wrist were exactly the kind of thing that tempted Yuushi even more, and he had to wonder if it would be worth Atobe's wrath to just do it; follow through with his words and kill Gakuto right here in his own room. "Mm, that's it," he growled approvingly. He didn't let up his grip, holding Gakuto down depsite how he tried to pry his hand off, and licked his lips, fighting with himself. But no, it would be too small of a death for someone like Gakuto. The redhead deserved to be bathed in blood, and possibly not even all his own. He tried to distract Gakuto or at least keep him hovering between fear and pleasure, and continued to stroke his cock and angle his hips up into him. He found himself drawn into that gaze and let himself get swallowed up in it along with the futile working of Gakuto's throat under his hand. It was too much of a thrill, too much of a reminder of the things he took such joy in that his mouth fell open in a low cry and he came hard with his next thrust.
Something about the way Yuushi was looking down at him, murmuring his approval, had that pleasure spiking back through Gakuto's body, and his entire body felt hot as the fear and pleasure found some sort of balance within him. His hands tugged harder at Yuushi's, pulling and starting to thrash under him even though the hand at his throat and the ropes tied around his ankles kept him from moving too much. But his tugs at that hold Yuushi had on his throat were weakening thanks to his lack of breath, and he had a feeling that fuzzy, light-headed sensation wasn't just because of Yuushi's hand on his cock; though it certainly contributed quite a bit. So when Yuushi thrust into him and that low rumbled cry from Yuushi's throat seemed to reverberate through his entire body Gakuto wasn't surprised that the warmth spreading through his body peaked and just barely tipped over the edge. As he came a moment after Yuushi it hit him so suddenly and so intensely that his vision went white--and then quickly went black before his eyes had even closed all the way; his body going slack and his hands giving up that fight as he passed out.
It may not have been death, but it was certainly alluring; the way Gakuto's body stiffened and his cock twiched in Yuushi's hand, and definitely the way the other man's body slumped as Yuushi was just coming down off his high of pleasure. He reverently removed his hand from Gakuto's throat, stroking the abused skin with the tips of his fingers. Gakuto's face was as devoid of life as it could get, his face slowly gaining color again as Yuushi had been pushing on a few veins as well. He leaned down to kiss those lips softly, treating his body so gently in comparison to moments before. He pulled out of Gakuto slowly, humming in satisfaction with that last drag over his softened cock. "Beautiful," he murmured, brushing his hand over Gakuto's cheek and then up into his hair. Unable to help himself, he leaned down and kissed those slack lips again before nuzzling his cheek, his hand brushing down one of those pale, stilled thighs.
As soon as Yuushi's hand left his throat Gakuto took in a breath of air, though he remained unconscious through all those gentle caressing touches. He heard Yuushi's voice distantly, so far away that it felt impossible for him to get back to it, and it took him a long time before he could even manage to swallow; and when he did it took much more effort than normal and he let out a pained groan. A few moments later his eyes fluttered open and he managed to take a few careful, shallow breaths before breaking into a fit of coughs and turning his head sideways to bury his face in the pillow. Gakuto was so disoriented at first that as he slowly regained consciousness and the fit of coughs subsided he reached up to slide his fingertips over Yuushi's cheek and then back into his hair, pulling him down into a very soft and slow kiss.
Yuushi had to admit that there was a different kind of thrill in having the victim open their eyes again. He watched Gakuto take time to recover, the coughing loud in the air that had been so silent before. It was a surprise, but an altogether pleasant one to have Gakuto kiss him, and he returned it just as gently; a thank you for letting him have his way with that small body. He hummed, pleased against Gakuto's mouth before pulling away enough to lick over that kiss-swollen bottom lip. He smiled down at the redhead and caressed his throat again. "Welcome back." He watched him for another moment before reaching up towards the headboard and carefully undoing the rope around Gakuto's ankle, leaving him to pull it down as he saw fit before moving to untie the other one.
Gakuto's mind was still in a daze and at first he didn't really understand where he was or what had happened; but after a few moments, and after Yuushi returned that kiss just as gently, everything started slowly coming back to him. The urge to be angry at Yuushi lingered there just under the surface, but the way he was feeling he didn't know if he could rightfully be angry about it. He didn't know if that still warm and light feeling in his chest was from the orgasm or from passing out, but either way it kept him in a calm and lethargic state as Yuushi slowly untied one leg and then the other. Gakuto didn't move his leg right away; he tested it slowly, and when the pain of stiff muscles was just a dull ache like the rest of his body he slowly moved his leg down to rest on one side of Yuushi and looked up to watch him untie the other. "How long was I out?" He asked slowly, his voice sounding rough and strained, and he made a face both at the sound of his voice and the pain that resulted.
The amused look was back on Yuushi's face again at the sound of Gakuto's voice. He decided he liked it, it gave him a rougher appeal as compared to his usual smooth confidence. "Only a couple of minutes," he reassured, setting both strands of rope on the bed once he had the other leg untied. He settled down between Gakuto's legs, kneeling on the bed and lightly kneading the muscles of one of his legs. "How are you feeling?" he asked, honestly curious as he looked down at Gakuto's still dazed face. He didn't have much opportunity to ask that of people when he was through with them, so he was going to make the most of it. The thought of how those eyes had looked moments ago when panicking in fear added a notch to his smile as he continued to touch and massage that leg.
Gakuto lowered his other leg just as carefully as the first, making a face at it and then letting it fall to the bed before turning his attention back to Yuushi. He licked his lips this time before speaking, more prepared for his voice to sound the way it did but still displeased with it as he mumbled softly. "Felt like a hell of a lot longer." And then he gave a quiet hum of pleasure at the gentle massage and had to honestly think for a moment before he could respond to Yuushi's question. "Feels good, Yuushi." Gakuto replied first instead. His throat hurt like hell, but he didn't think he should just sit there and complain when Yuushi was seemingly honestly concerned. "Mm, I feel dizzy." He answered honestly, his eyes sliding closed at that soft touch. "But still really , really fucking good."
Yuushi grinned and leaned down to nuzzle Gakuto's cheek at those last words. Really fucking good was definitely a good thing, and he trailed a finger lightly down Gakuto's cock. "The dizziness is to be expected, but I am glad," he spoke soothingly into Gakuto's ear. With a lick to the lobe he moved his hands to the thigh of the other leg and massaged it, too. "You were amazing," he purred, honestly complimentary. He felt rather 'fucking good' himself with the high of almost killing still tingling in his stomach. But then he sat back again, caressing Gakuto's cheek with the back of his hand. "Maybe you should get some rest, hm? Don't drink anything but water or tea as long as you keep it just hotter than lukewarm and avoid eating for as long as you can, and then nothing dry like crackers." He fished around the bed for his glasses and then slipped them onto his face, giving Gakuto a mock serious look. "Doctor's orders."
It was rather comforting to hear that the dizziness was normal, even if it did sort of take away from the mystery of it all for him; but he didn't really care when Yuushi started massaging the other leg. A soft smile came to Gakuto's lips at those words, since he was rather happy Yuushi had managed to enjoy himself without his usual means. He leaned slightly into that touch at his cheek, his smile widening at the suddenly serious advice. "Yes sir." Gakuto replied, matching Yuushi's serious tone even though the smile sort of gave him away.
Yuushi chuckled at Gakuto's smile and solemn answer and leaned in to give him one last peck on the lips. "I'll leave you to it, then." he said and crawled off the bed as gracefully as he could. He tossed the condom in the garbage can before zipping up his pants and giving a full body stretch accompanied by a pleased groan. He reached above Gakuto's head for his tie, but as he noticed the straining of the fabric he thought better of it and dropped it onto Gakuto's chest. "Keep it." He slipped his shoes on and went to the door, but before he could leave he paused in the doorway. "Good night, Gakuto," he said by way of parting, looking over the spent redhead with a fond smile and nodded his head before closing the door after him.