Welcome to the 1st Oishi Kink Meme (+18)

[nabichansaotome]

I've neglected you. A lot. So, I think this is a good time to start a project I've wanted to do since I became co-mod. Ladies (and quite probably gentlemen), here it is... welcome to the 1st Oishi Kink Meme!

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[anonymous]

Tezuka smoothed his palm over Oishi's forehead, pushing and holding his bangs back. His hand was surprisingly steady, Oishi thought, but compared to his own body, anything would be. He'd like to account the shivers to the cold air of Tezuka's bedroom, and how it could reach his bare skin, but ultimately Oishi was unable to ignore the anticipation and nervousness that buzzed in his bones.

Despite the unceremonious environment of the pillows Oishi sat upon, or the instructional book that still lay open on the lip of the bed behind Oishi, Tezuka gave no indication of seeing any of it. He was perfectly focused, silent and intense, gaze unmoving from Oishi; first his eyes, then his chest, seeming to trail along the slightly pink skin wherever the thick rope made contact, following it down to between Oishi's legs. It was then, he realized, the deep sensuality and his body's need to continue its constant shudder came from Tezuka's intent stare and nothing else. Oishi was harder than he could ever remember being.

And then Tezuka was touching him, fingers over the weave of the rope which strung down his stomach and disappeared between his legs, pushing his flushed erection sideways with its tightness. Oishi watched those careful hands test the pressure of the knot just north of his navel, which split the design and coiled around his ribs, only to meet again in the dead center of Oishi's back with the rope from between his legs. He wasn't sure what the knot there looked like, as he was turned away when Tezuka was tying it earlier, but he knew it connected to the thick and skillful bondage of his wrists, held together like bangles so his fingers were touching as his palms faced one another, elbows pointing skyward.

"It's not too tight?" Tezuka asked, and Oishi shook his head, shifting comfortably to demonstrate. He seemed to be satisfied with the answer, but then said for what seemed the hundredth time, "you can tell me to stop."

"It's okay, Tezuka... It's alright," Oishi could hear his own voice too plainly, how the shivers of his body penetrated his attempt at a soothing tone. "I want this. I still do."

He angled his legs out farther, knowing Tezuka wasn't as close as either of them would like him to be. He took the invitation willingly. Tezuka sat carefully on his knees, his eyes having erased that spark of worry to replace it with something like raw want. Oishi was barely able to observe before Tezuka was touching their noses together sweetly, then suddenly kissing him in a way that could not he considered chaste at all.

When Oishi pushed his hips forward out of instinct, he felt a series of sensations as the rope shifted over his ribs and between the cleft of his ass. It became apparent before long that every familiar movement Oishi tried to make, from putting his arms around Tezuka to simply arching his back, were difficult or impossible due to the restraints. Tezuka seemed quick to notice, as he moaned into Oishi's mouth and stroked his hand down over his chest, patience quickly slipping. Oishi made a needy sound in reply, only to get louder when their lips parted. He tried once again to writhe toward the other boy, causing the rope to rub against one side of the base of Oishi's cock. He felt his stomach jump and a heated coil of pleasure expand in his mind upon the realization that he was helpless without Tezuka's touch, or he would have come several minutes earlier, and perhaps several times over.

"I need--" he started, but found his breath catching in what almost was a choking sound. Tezuka had wrapped his hand firmly around the swollen length, as if he had read the plea straight from Oishi's mind. The feeling in his chest rocketed upward, Oishi tilting his head back the best he could against his bound wrists behind him. Tezuka took advantage of his exposed neck, pushing the flat of his tongue against Oishi's skin greedily while leaning against him, pinning him to the edge of the bed. Oishi felt an acute pain from the pressure of Tezuka's body in addition to the ropes, but paid no heed to it whatsoever. In a situation like this, Oishi thought, wasn't pleasure and pain the same?

[anonymous]

It didn't take more than a dozen slick glides of Tezuka's hand around him to bring Oishi over, all violent shakes and incomprehensible whimpers. As he came down, there were faint indications of Tezuka tugging at the rope between his legs, his hair brushing against Oishi's chin, and Oishi thought distractedly that it would be nice if he could feel Tezuka's skin against his own, rather than the cotton of the clothes he still wore. But it was a minor concern, he convinced himself, blinking open his eyes and finding the overhead light a bit bright.

There was the sound of a zipper being undone and Oishi was brought back to reality quickly by a number of sensations: the feel of cold lubrication on hot skin between his thighs, his legs being pushed closer to his chest by the crook of his knees, and Tezuka looking at him with those possessive, fierce eyes once again.