Kinjiki
Title: Kinjiki
Author: stupeur
Beta: cranperryjuice
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tatsurou x Miya
Summary: Miya doesn't realize he's been neglecting Tatsurou until he wakes up one morning and finds himself at his complete mercy. Oops.
Notes: Happy Valentine's Day! Bondage PWP en trois temps for gacktjr, who wanted Tatsurou to dominate the hell out of a workaholic Miya. ♥ Sorry for taking so long. ;~;
About the title - Kinjiki means "forbidden colors" and can also be a euphemism for homosexuality (it's the title of both a Yukio Mishima novel and a cali≠gari song, no less, and I love how it kinda sounds like "kinky"). Lo and behold, the lyrics for Ageha were co-written by Tatsurou and Miya and mention "kinjiki-clad kisses", and I therefore have absolutely no qualms in slashing those two anymore. :Db
"You done working yet?"
Miya almost leapt from his chair when Tatsurou pulled one of his headphones off his ear - he'd been concentrating so hard he hadn't even noticed he'd been standing right next to him. It was the third time he asked, and he felt a bit bad for neglecting him, but he was on a roll and wanted to milk every drop of inspiration he had. "Almost. I swear."
He winced when Tatsurou let go of the headphone, letting it smack back against his ear, but he was nonetheless back in his aural world in a matter of seconds.
---
He turned off the computer and stretched, satisfied with himself. Then he noticed that the sky was fucking pink and suddenly felt like an asshole. It was 7:14 in the morning and the apartment was dead silent.
Tatsurou was unsurprisingly already in bed, sleeping soundly. Miya stepped into the bedroom on tiptoe, careful not to wake him up, and stripped down to his boxers before slipping under the covers. His head hadn't even made it to the pillow when Tatsurou's arms closed around him.
"I need to sleep," he muttered when Tatsurou started nuzzling his neck affectionately. His eyes were burning, and making out was just about the last thing on his mind.
"C'mon..."
Whining seemed like an appropriate response in his sleepy daze, but Miya stopped himself just in time. "... I'll suck your dick first thing in the morning, okay?" he tried instead.
Tatsurou snorted. "Fine," he said, and pressed his lips to his. Miya was asleep before he'd even pulled away from the kiss.
---
He woke up the next day lying on his belly, his face stuffed into his pillow. The covers were in a bunch next to him, and the air felt cold on his skin. He hummed sleepily and reached for the blanket.
Or tried to, rather. He squirmed in panic, suddenly awake at the realization that he somehow couldn't move his hands. Something was holding his wrists together behind his back. No amount of stretching gave him a proper look at what it was, but then he spotted a coil of sturdy-looking rope next to him and let himself fall back onto the mattress at the sight. There could only be one explanation.
"TATSUROU!" he yelled, and the culprit walked into the bedroom instants later as if everything were normal.
"'Morning. Slept well?"
Miya rolled onto his side to look at him. "What is that for?"
The corners of Tatsurou's lips curved upward in an ominous smirk. "Just a precaution to make sure you weren't gonna get right back to work."
"... Aren't you exaggerating a bit?" he tried.
"Hmm," Tatsurou started, looking upward as if in deep thought, "no, I don't think so."
He climbed onto the bed and crawled on top of Miya to mouth at his his neck slowly before sucking on his Adam's apple, and Miya wondered if he realized that that kind of punishment was not a big incentive for him to ever stop working. He lifted his hips off the bed when Tatsurou tugged at his boxers and found himself naked a second later, his head thrown back to better enjoy the feeling of Tatsurou's mouth on his skin.
His teeth sank into his collarbone, tearing a small whimper from him, and then Tatsurou pulled him up so that they were both kneeling on the bed and turned him around. Miya felt Tatsurou's chest press against his back as he started working the rope around his body. The sensation of it sliding over his skin, sometimes brushing against a nipple as he knotted it in front of his chest, turned out to be a surprisingly sexy one.
More surprising, though, was the fact that Miya could tell Tatsurou knew what he was doing. He looked down at his own body to enjoy the show of his long fingers tying expert knots along his chest and belly, and soon enough, his upper body was immobilized. He realized that he couldn't breathe too deeply either, and the excitation coiled in the pit of his stomach at the thought that he was at Tatsurou's complete mercy. He knew him way too well.
The rope made its way around one of his thighs, Tatsurou's hand briefly rubbing against his erection on the way, and he snorted against Miya's shoulder.
"I knew you'd like it."
"Where d'you learn that?" Miya managed as the rope snaked around his other thigh and then around his cock and balls. He could feel Tatsurou smile behind his ear.
"Online tutorials," he answered simply, then ran his tongue behind Miya's ear, sending a shiver down his spine. He'd had no idea that Tatsurou jerked off to rope bondage, and the thought was oddly hot. However, the ball-tying was no doubt his own personal touch. "Not too tight?"
Without thinking, Miya said that it was just fine, and the rope immediately tightened around him. He let out a strangled moan at the rough friction while the blood rushed down to his cock, the slight burn on the skin of his thighs only further igniting his want. Tatsurou then tugged hard on the rope, and Miya barely made it to his feet, catching his balance just in time as he was pulled off the bed.
"Hope you remember that promise you made this morning," Tatsurou whispered into his ear before forcing him down to his knees, and Miya found himself with a hand clutching his hair one second and a mouthful of cock the next.
He started sucking him hard, humming low both because he knew Tatsurou liked it and because his cock moving back and forth between his lips was turning him on so bad his own dick hurt. He let it slide out of his mouth to work wet kisses along its length before starting to suck on the head again, looking up briefly to take in Tatsurou's expression.
Tatsurou's other hand gripped his hair as well, and then his whole erection was back into his mouth. He started fucking his head without ceremony, moaning loudly with each thrust, and the raw pleasure in his voice drove Miya crazy. He tightened the hold of his lips around him, the taste of pre-come and the feeling of his warm skin sliding along his tongue more than making up for the burn of the rope on his body and the firm tug at his hair.
The sound of his own name resounded loudly in Miya's ears, and he knew it was a matter of seconds before Tatsurou climaxed. He waited for him to come into his mouth, but then Tatsurou's cock slipped out of it and Miya barely had time to shut his eyes before he felt the come squirt onto his face.
His own cock twitched at the warm, sticky mess rolling down his cheek and lips. He looked up at Tatsurou expectantly, waiting for his turn, but then he zipped up his pants and left him there.
---
"Missed me?"
Miya was back on the bed. He'd opted against leaving the room - walking around naked and tied up would have amused Tatsurou way too much - so he'd just lay there, listening absentmindedly to the TV playing in the living room. No way to jack off, unless he stooped to humping a pillow, and he was still half hard despite the wait.
"You're proud of yourself, aren't you?" he said as Tatsurou climbed onto the bed. He rolled onto his back to keep him in sight, as uncomfortable as it was to just lie there with his fists poking into his own back.
Tatsurou shook his head. "Not at all. It's a shame I waited this long before doing this."
Miya's breath caught in his throat when Tatsurou's hand brushed lightly against his neglected cock. He lifted his hips up to rub against his hand, but it was long gone and he let his butt fall back on the mattress, whimpering quietly when Tatsurou settled for rubbing the tip of his index finger up and down his erection absentmindedly.
"So? What shall I do with you?" He wasn't grinning like an idiot, for once, but that peculiar glint in his eyes betrayed just how much he was enjoying himself.
Miya didn't answer right away, weighing his options. Knowing the way Tatsurou worked, chances were that Miya would be denied anything he asked for. A fuck or a blow job were never going to fly, so... "Well, you could, uh... rim me?"
The expression of sheer disbelief on Tatsurou's face was priceless. "... You want me to rim you?"
It was obviously not what he'd been expecting, and Miya mentally congratulated himself for throwing him off like that. "Come on. It's been a while," he insisted, unable to hold back a grin as he started rubbing a teasing foot against Tatsurou's hip.
Tatsurou snorted and promptly flipped him over like a pancake. Miya ended up on his belly with his ass sticking out in the air and no way to make himself even remotely comfortable considering how his hands were bound behind his back. Most of his weight was resting on his chest and his face, and just moving his head turned out to be an extremely strenuous task - he needed to shift his weight onto one shoulder in order to lift himself just enough to turn his head to the other side.
Tatsurou started caressing his ass slowly before leaning in to suck on his balls, and the very slow movements of his mouth and hands already made it obvious that he had every intent to make Miya regret his suggestion. The most he did was to give the very base of his erection a short stroke before he went back to his balls, and every movement of his tongue and lips caused Miya to shiver all over.
He'd been torturing him like that for a while when one of his fingers started moving into him, just not deep enough for it to be really satisfying. Miya moved back against it, desperate for a less subtle method of gratification. It didn't work - Tatsurou's hands went to rest safely on his hips, and Miya muffled his indignant moan with the mattress, squirming impatiently when he felt his tongue making its way upward, licking him teasingly before darting into him just as teasingly.
Miya momentarily put the weight of his upper body on the top of his head to see if that would somehow be any better, but his neck objected immediately and he gave up on the idea. "... Can't you do something else?" he said, finally giving in.
Tatsurou snorted against his skin. "It was your idea, baby," he said, the last word in English, and Miya swore never to attempt making sense of the logic behind Tatsurou's antics again. "What will it be, then?"
Miya didn't answer right away - but then Tatsurou slid his finger into him again and finally did something productive, and he couldn't have spoken even if he'd wanted to.
"... I think I have an idea," Tatsurou finally murmured, still fingering him slowly. It didn't last long, though - he pulled out and got off the bed to pick the bottle of lube from the night table. He slapped some lube onto his erection, and then he was back on the bed, his hands on Miya's hips. He closed his eyes in anticipation, eagerly waiting for Tatsurou's cock to enter him.
Except it didn't. It slid between his legs, strangely enough, and Miya couldn't help but let out a puzzled exclamation at that. He wouldn't have put it past Tatsurou to aim that badly had he been really drunk, but he was perfectly sober - and then he started fucking his thighs, and it became clear that that had been his intent from the start.
All Miya could do was bite his lip while Tatsurou's hips slapped against him enthusiastically. The sensation of his slick, warm cock moving back and forth between the soft skin of his thighs was a new and strangely arousing one, especially considering the way his erection rubbed against his balls from time to time - they were sensitive enough now that it tore a groan from him each time. He probably would have enjoyed it a lot had he not been beyond turned on, and it became especially maddening when Tatsurou's heavy breathing turned into low grunts of pleasure.
He didn't last long. Tatsurou's fingers dug deep into his skin, and Miya couldn't hold back a moan of his own when he felt the come roll down his skin and Tatsurou's cock twitch between his thighs a couple of times.
This time, he wasn't surprised in the least when Tatsurou got up and left the bedroom.
---
Miya's cock twitched half-heartedly at the sound of Tatsurou's voice when he deigned to come back, and Miya cringed at the stupid Pavlovian response. He was crusty and sticky and dying for a shower and still so ridiculously horny it wasn't even funny.
"Thought up your new torture plan?"
Tatsurou smirked. "I was gonna let you have your fun, but if you'd rather squirm, I'll be happy to oblige."
Miya didn't even try to come up with something witty to say in return. He managed to sit up on the mattress, closed his legs around Tatsurou's hips and pulled him as close as the bed would allow. Tatsurou leaned in to kiss him deeply before starting to suck on his tongue, and he didn't pull away this time when Miya started rubbing himself against the denim of his jeans. It was fucking liberating to finally be allowed to act on his impulses, and it felt so good he was already moaning loudly. Tatsurou's hand closed around his cock, and Miya broke away to mutter a string of barely coherent encouragements in-between kisses, the fire in his belly flaring up at the firm touch.
A few pumps were enough to make his orgasm near dangerously, and it took Miya every little bit of self-control to stop thrusting into Tatsurou's hand. He'd been itching for his cock inside him for far too long now, and he might as well wait just a little bit longer. "Fuck me," he whispered between their mouths, and Tatsurou briefly squeezed his erection in answer, his teeth tugging lightly at Miya's bottom lip.
"Can I jack you off instead? I'm beat."
Miya threw his head back in exasperation. "Please."
"Get me hard, then," Tatsurou retorted, and Miya was certain he'd had it all planned when he saw the smirk on his lips. The hand job suddenly seemed like a perfectly reasonable and satisfying alternative, and Miya kicked himself mentally for not anticipating the fact that Tatsurou would take advantage of every opportunity he'd get to make him squirm.
"Nngh. Fine," Miya finally said and looked down at his own body. His choice of tools was severely limited, and he opted for driving his foot between Tatsurou's legs before slowly rubbing his crotch through his jeans.
Tatsurou looked thoroughly unimpressed. "That's just lazy. Use your hands."
Miya was about to protest, but he sighed resignedly when it became clear what he had to do. He pulled his legs back on the mattress and knelt up, his back to the edge of the bed. He then heard the drawer of the night table open, and the bottle of lube was between his fingers the next moment. "You could've uncapped it," he gritted between his teeth after fumbling with it for a little while and realizing what the problem was. He finally managed to pull the cap off and inadvertently squeezed a massive amount onto the palm of his hand, dropping a large quantity on the bed (and possibly the floor) in the process.
Tatsurou was at least nice enough to pull the bottle out of his hands and throw it back into the drawer once he was done with it, and Miya heard the sound of his jeans being unzipped behind him.
"Where's your dick?" he exclaimed exasperatedly, wriggling his fingers, and the barely veiled mockery in Tatsurou's laughter was enough to make him understand that he'd been keeping himself out of his reach on purpose. Miya struggled to catch a hold of him and suddenly felt his body tilting backward. Tatsurou's hands thankfully caught his shoulders just in time and pushed him back onto the bed.
"Come on, now, don't kill yourself," he said, laughing, and the kiss he dropped on Miya's shoulder was enough to alleviate his frustration.
Miya finally managed to wrap his hands around his half-hard cock and started rubbing him blindly. The rope around his wrists allowed him very little freedom and he had to experiment a bit before figuring out an effective position for his fingers. He wasn't doing a bad job at all, though, if the rapidity at which Tatsurou's cock was stiffening in his hands was anything to go by.
One of Tatsurou's hands cupped his cheek and Miya turned his head to the side to meet his lips and kiss him slowly. He increased the pressure of his fingers around him, causing Tatsurou's chest to heave faster against his back, and only reluctantly unlocked his lips from his. "I think we're all set," he said against Tatsurou's mouth, his pulsing cock warm and hard between his hands.
Tatsurou's clothes were off in a record time. Miya lay down on his side before having a really uncomfortable position imposed on him again, and ended up with Tatsurou kneeling between his legs and one of his calves resting on his shoulder, his upper body twisted a bit so that he could see his face. He'd never wanted Tatsurou - or anyone, for that matter - that badly before, and it was driving him mad.
He had to bite his cheek in order not to scream when Tatsurou finally drove his cock into him, but it was a lost cause - he couldn't hold back the moans back when he started thrusting back against him, waves of pleasure washing over him one after the other. Tatsurou grabbed his erection and started rubbing the head with his thumb, and he'd given barely a few thrusts into him when Miya's orgasm crashed over him like a fucking tsunami and reduced him to an incoherent, writhing mess - there were grey spots all over his field of vision and all he could hear was his blood pulsing in his ears, and it took him a small eternity to even start breathing again.
It must have been quite a sight because Tatsurou was grinning widely at him when he was able to make sense of his surroundings again.
"You're so hot," he said, then dropped a small kiss on his shin, stroking him through the last aftershocks of his orgasm. Miya let his head fall back against the pillow and settled for watching Tatsurou pound away into him, his eyelids heavy, his brain turned to mush and his bones to jelly. His body was still so sensitive he couldn't keep quiet, and the rope constricting his chest was so tight he was still out of breath by the time Tatsurou finally came into him.
Miya watched the lazy, contented look on Tatsurou's face as he caught his breath before pulling out of him slowly, and he kissed him when he lay down next to him. "I hope you're happy," he whispered between their mouths, "because I'm never going to stop working if that's what I get in return."
Tatsurou snorted. "I won't hold back anymore from now on, then."
They kissed again, and Miya hummed contentedly against Tatsurou's lips before pulling away slowly. "I really need to take a shower," he said, and Tatsurou laughed before moving behind him to work on untying the rope. It was almost just as tedious as it had been to tie it in the first place, and Miya waited patiently as Tatsurou undid the intricate knots one by one.
It took him a really long while to realize that something was wrong. "What are you doing?" he asked, throwing a wary glance over his shoulder.
"Oh, um. Nothing."
Miya tried to wriggle his arms and hands, but it wouldn't do. The rope was still as tight as ever. "... I'm trapped, right?"
"Yep," Tatsurou answered matter-of-factly, still fumbling behind him. "Working on it."
Miya sighed loudly, dropping his head back to the pillow. "You better have an online tutorial to get me out of this."
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Author: stupeur
Beta: cranperryjuice
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Tatsurou x Miya
Summary: Miya doesn't realize he's been neglecting Tatsurou until he wakes up one morning and finds himself at his complete mercy. Oops.
Notes: Happy Valentine's Day! Bondage PWP en trois temps for gacktjr, who wanted Tatsurou to dominate the hell out of a workaholic Miya. ♥ Sorry for taking so long. ;~;
About the title - Kinjiki means "forbidden colors" and can also be a euphemism for homosexuality (it's the title of both a Yukio Mishima novel and a cali≠gari song, no less, and I love how it kinda sounds like "kinky"). Lo and behold, the lyrics for Ageha were co-written by Tatsurou and Miya and mention "kinjiki-clad kisses", and I therefore have absolutely no qualms in slashing those two anymore. :Db
"You done working yet?"
Miya almost leapt from his chair when Tatsurou pulled one of his headphones off his ear - he'd been concentrating so hard he hadn't even noticed he'd been standing right next to him. It was the third time he asked, and he felt a bit bad for neglecting him, but he was on a roll and wanted to milk every drop of inspiration he had. "Almost. I swear."
He winced when Tatsurou let go of the headphone, letting it smack back against his ear, but he was nonetheless back in his aural world in a matter of seconds.
---
He turned off the computer and stretched, satisfied with himself. Then he noticed that the sky was fucking pink and suddenly felt like an asshole. It was 7:14 in the morning and the apartment was dead silent.
Tatsurou was unsurprisingly already in bed, sleeping soundly. Miya stepped into the bedroom on tiptoe, careful not to wake him up, and stripped down to his boxers before slipping under the covers. His head hadn't even made it to the pillow when Tatsurou's arms closed around him.
"I need to sleep," he muttered when Tatsurou started nuzzling his neck affectionately. His eyes were burning, and making out was just about the last thing on his mind.
"C'mon..."
Whining seemed like an appropriate response in his sleepy daze, but Miya stopped himself just in time. "... I'll suck your dick first thing in the morning, okay?" he tried instead.
Tatsurou snorted. "Fine," he said, and pressed his lips to his. Miya was asleep before he'd even pulled away from the kiss.
---
He woke up the next day lying on his belly, his face stuffed into his pillow. The covers were in a bunch next to him, and the air felt cold on his skin. He hummed sleepily and reached for the blanket.
Or tried to, rather. He squirmed in panic, suddenly awake at the realization that he somehow couldn't move his hands. Something was holding his wrists together behind his back. No amount of stretching gave him a proper look at what it was, but then he spotted a coil of sturdy-looking rope next to him and let himself fall back onto the mattress at the sight. There could only be one explanation.
"TATSUROU!" he yelled, and the culprit walked into the bedroom instants later as if everything were normal.
"'Morning. Slept well?"
Miya rolled onto his side to look at him. "What is that for?"
The corners of Tatsurou's lips curved upward in an ominous smirk. "Just a precaution to make sure you weren't gonna get right back to work."
"... Aren't you exaggerating a bit?" he tried.
"Hmm," Tatsurou started, looking upward as if in deep thought, "no, I don't think so."
He climbed onto the bed and crawled on top of Miya to mouth at his his neck slowly before sucking on his Adam's apple, and Miya wondered if he realized that that kind of punishment was not a big incentive for him to ever stop working. He lifted his hips off the bed when Tatsurou tugged at his boxers and found himself naked a second later, his head thrown back to better enjoy the feeling of Tatsurou's mouth on his skin.
His teeth sank into his collarbone, tearing a small whimper from him, and then Tatsurou pulled him up so that they were both kneeling on the bed and turned him around. Miya felt Tatsurou's chest press against his back as he started working the rope around his body. The sensation of it sliding over his skin, sometimes brushing against a nipple as he knotted it in front of his chest, turned out to be a surprisingly sexy one.
More surprising, though, was the fact that Miya could tell Tatsurou knew what he was doing. He looked down at his own body to enjoy the show of his long fingers tying expert knots along his chest and belly, and soon enough, his upper body was immobilized. He realized that he couldn't breathe too deeply either, and the excitation coiled in the pit of his stomach at the thought that he was at Tatsurou's complete mercy. He knew him way too well.
The rope made its way around one of his thighs, Tatsurou's hand briefly rubbing against his erection on the way, and he snorted against Miya's shoulder.
"I knew you'd like it."
"Where d'you learn that?" Miya managed as the rope snaked around his other thigh and then around his cock and balls. He could feel Tatsurou smile behind his ear.
"Online tutorials," he answered simply, then ran his tongue behind Miya's ear, sending a shiver down his spine. He'd had no idea that Tatsurou jerked off to rope bondage, and the thought was oddly hot. However, the ball-tying was no doubt his own personal touch. "Not too tight?"
Without thinking, Miya said that it was just fine, and the rope immediately tightened around him. He let out a strangled moan at the rough friction while the blood rushed down to his cock, the slight burn on the skin of his thighs only further igniting his want. Tatsurou then tugged hard on the rope, and Miya barely made it to his feet, catching his balance just in time as he was pulled off the bed.
"Hope you remember that promise you made this morning," Tatsurou whispered into his ear before forcing him down to his knees, and Miya found himself with a hand clutching his hair one second and a mouthful of cock the next.
He started sucking him hard, humming low both because he knew Tatsurou liked it and because his cock moving back and forth between his lips was turning him on so bad his own dick hurt. He let it slide out of his mouth to work wet kisses along its length before starting to suck on the head again, looking up briefly to take in Tatsurou's expression.
Tatsurou's other hand gripped his hair as well, and then his whole erection was back into his mouth. He started fucking his head without ceremony, moaning loudly with each thrust, and the raw pleasure in his voice drove Miya crazy. He tightened the hold of his lips around him, the taste of pre-come and the feeling of his warm skin sliding along his tongue more than making up for the burn of the rope on his body and the firm tug at his hair.
The sound of his own name resounded loudly in Miya's ears, and he knew it was a matter of seconds before Tatsurou climaxed. He waited for him to come into his mouth, but then Tatsurou's cock slipped out of it and Miya barely had time to shut his eyes before he felt the come squirt onto his face.
His own cock twitched at the warm, sticky mess rolling down his cheek and lips. He looked up at Tatsurou expectantly, waiting for his turn, but then he zipped up his pants and left him there.
---
"Missed me?"
Miya was back on the bed. He'd opted against leaving the room - walking around naked and tied up would have amused Tatsurou way too much - so he'd just lay there, listening absentmindedly to the TV playing in the living room. No way to jack off, unless he stooped to humping a pillow, and he was still half hard despite the wait.
"You're proud of yourself, aren't you?" he said as Tatsurou climbed onto the bed. He rolled onto his back to keep him in sight, as uncomfortable as it was to just lie there with his fists poking into his own back.
Tatsurou shook his head. "Not at all. It's a shame I waited this long before doing this."
Miya's breath caught in his throat when Tatsurou's hand brushed lightly against his neglected cock. He lifted his hips up to rub against his hand, but it was long gone and he let his butt fall back on the mattress, whimpering quietly when Tatsurou settled for rubbing the tip of his index finger up and down his erection absentmindedly.
"So? What shall I do with you?" He wasn't grinning like an idiot, for once, but that peculiar glint in his eyes betrayed just how much he was enjoying himself.
Miya didn't answer right away, weighing his options. Knowing the way Tatsurou worked, chances were that Miya would be denied anything he asked for. A fuck or a blow job were never going to fly, so... "Well, you could, uh... rim me?"
The expression of sheer disbelief on Tatsurou's face was priceless. "... You want me to rim you?"
It was obviously not what he'd been expecting, and Miya mentally congratulated himself for throwing him off like that. "Come on. It's been a while," he insisted, unable to hold back a grin as he started rubbing a teasing foot against Tatsurou's hip.
Tatsurou snorted and promptly flipped him over like a pancake. Miya ended up on his belly with his ass sticking out in the air and no way to make himself even remotely comfortable considering how his hands were bound behind his back. Most of his weight was resting on his chest and his face, and just moving his head turned out to be an extremely strenuous task - he needed to shift his weight onto one shoulder in order to lift himself just enough to turn his head to the other side.
Tatsurou started caressing his ass slowly before leaning in to suck on his balls, and the very slow movements of his mouth and hands already made it obvious that he had every intent to make Miya regret his suggestion. The most he did was to give the very base of his erection a short stroke before he went back to his balls, and every movement of his tongue and lips caused Miya to shiver all over.
He'd been torturing him like that for a while when one of his fingers started moving into him, just not deep enough for it to be really satisfying. Miya moved back against it, desperate for a less subtle method of gratification. It didn't work - Tatsurou's hands went to rest safely on his hips, and Miya muffled his indignant moan with the mattress, squirming impatiently when he felt his tongue making its way upward, licking him teasingly before darting into him just as teasingly.
Miya momentarily put the weight of his upper body on the top of his head to see if that would somehow be any better, but his neck objected immediately and he gave up on the idea. "... Can't you do something else?" he said, finally giving in.
Tatsurou snorted against his skin. "It was your idea, baby," he said, the last word in English, and Miya swore never to attempt making sense of the logic behind Tatsurou's antics again. "What will it be, then?"
Miya didn't answer right away - but then Tatsurou slid his finger into him again and finally did something productive, and he couldn't have spoken even if he'd wanted to.
"... I think I have an idea," Tatsurou finally murmured, still fingering him slowly. It didn't last long, though - he pulled out and got off the bed to pick the bottle of lube from the night table. He slapped some lube onto his erection, and then he was back on the bed, his hands on Miya's hips. He closed his eyes in anticipation, eagerly waiting for Tatsurou's cock to enter him.
Except it didn't. It slid between his legs, strangely enough, and Miya couldn't help but let out a puzzled exclamation at that. He wouldn't have put it past Tatsurou to aim that badly had he been really drunk, but he was perfectly sober - and then he started fucking his thighs, and it became clear that that had been his intent from the start.
All Miya could do was bite his lip while Tatsurou's hips slapped against him enthusiastically. The sensation of his slick, warm cock moving back and forth between the soft skin of his thighs was a new and strangely arousing one, especially considering the way his erection rubbed against his balls from time to time - they were sensitive enough now that it tore a groan from him each time. He probably would have enjoyed it a lot had he not been beyond turned on, and it became especially maddening when Tatsurou's heavy breathing turned into low grunts of pleasure.
He didn't last long. Tatsurou's fingers dug deep into his skin, and Miya couldn't hold back a moan of his own when he felt the come roll down his skin and Tatsurou's cock twitch between his thighs a couple of times.
This time, he wasn't surprised in the least when Tatsurou got up and left the bedroom.
---
Miya's cock twitched half-heartedly at the sound of Tatsurou's voice when he deigned to come back, and Miya cringed at the stupid Pavlovian response. He was crusty and sticky and dying for a shower and still so ridiculously horny it wasn't even funny.
"Thought up your new torture plan?"
Tatsurou smirked. "I was gonna let you have your fun, but if you'd rather squirm, I'll be happy to oblige."
Miya didn't even try to come up with something witty to say in return. He managed to sit up on the mattress, closed his legs around Tatsurou's hips and pulled him as close as the bed would allow. Tatsurou leaned in to kiss him deeply before starting to suck on his tongue, and he didn't pull away this time when Miya started rubbing himself against the denim of his jeans. It was fucking liberating to finally be allowed to act on his impulses, and it felt so good he was already moaning loudly. Tatsurou's hand closed around his cock, and Miya broke away to mutter a string of barely coherent encouragements in-between kisses, the fire in his belly flaring up at the firm touch.
A few pumps were enough to make his orgasm near dangerously, and it took Miya every little bit of self-control to stop thrusting into Tatsurou's hand. He'd been itching for his cock inside him for far too long now, and he might as well wait just a little bit longer. "Fuck me," he whispered between their mouths, and Tatsurou briefly squeezed his erection in answer, his teeth tugging lightly at Miya's bottom lip.
"Can I jack you off instead? I'm beat."
Miya threw his head back in exasperation. "Please."
"Get me hard, then," Tatsurou retorted, and Miya was certain he'd had it all planned when he saw the smirk on his lips. The hand job suddenly seemed like a perfectly reasonable and satisfying alternative, and Miya kicked himself mentally for not anticipating the fact that Tatsurou would take advantage of every opportunity he'd get to make him squirm.
"Nngh. Fine," Miya finally said and looked down at his own body. His choice of tools was severely limited, and he opted for driving his foot between Tatsurou's legs before slowly rubbing his crotch through his jeans.
Tatsurou looked thoroughly unimpressed. "That's just lazy. Use your hands."
Miya was about to protest, but he sighed resignedly when it became clear what he had to do. He pulled his legs back on the mattress and knelt up, his back to the edge of the bed. He then heard the drawer of the night table open, and the bottle of lube was between his fingers the next moment. "You could've uncapped it," he gritted between his teeth after fumbling with it for a little while and realizing what the problem was. He finally managed to pull the cap off and inadvertently squeezed a massive amount onto the palm of his hand, dropping a large quantity on the bed (and possibly the floor) in the process.
Tatsurou was at least nice enough to pull the bottle out of his hands and throw it back into the drawer once he was done with it, and Miya heard the sound of his jeans being unzipped behind him.
"Where's your dick?" he exclaimed exasperatedly, wriggling his fingers, and the barely veiled mockery in Tatsurou's laughter was enough to make him understand that he'd been keeping himself out of his reach on purpose. Miya struggled to catch a hold of him and suddenly felt his body tilting backward. Tatsurou's hands thankfully caught his shoulders just in time and pushed him back onto the bed.
"Come on, now, don't kill yourself," he said, laughing, and the kiss he dropped on Miya's shoulder was enough to alleviate his frustration.
Miya finally managed to wrap his hands around his half-hard cock and started rubbing him blindly. The rope around his wrists allowed him very little freedom and he had to experiment a bit before figuring out an effective position for his fingers. He wasn't doing a bad job at all, though, if the rapidity at which Tatsurou's cock was stiffening in his hands was anything to go by.
One of Tatsurou's hands cupped his cheek and Miya turned his head to the side to meet his lips and kiss him slowly. He increased the pressure of his fingers around him, causing Tatsurou's chest to heave faster against his back, and only reluctantly unlocked his lips from his. "I think we're all set," he said against Tatsurou's mouth, his pulsing cock warm and hard between his hands.
Tatsurou's clothes were off in a record time. Miya lay down on his side before having a really uncomfortable position imposed on him again, and ended up with Tatsurou kneeling between his legs and one of his calves resting on his shoulder, his upper body twisted a bit so that he could see his face. He'd never wanted Tatsurou - or anyone, for that matter - that badly before, and it was driving him mad.
He had to bite his cheek in order not to scream when Tatsurou finally drove his cock into him, but it was a lost cause - he couldn't hold back the moans back when he started thrusting back against him, waves of pleasure washing over him one after the other. Tatsurou grabbed his erection and started rubbing the head with his thumb, and he'd given barely a few thrusts into him when Miya's orgasm crashed over him like a fucking tsunami and reduced him to an incoherent, writhing mess - there were grey spots all over his field of vision and all he could hear was his blood pulsing in his ears, and it took him a small eternity to even start breathing again.
It must have been quite a sight because Tatsurou was grinning widely at him when he was able to make sense of his surroundings again.
"You're so hot," he said, then dropped a small kiss on his shin, stroking him through the last aftershocks of his orgasm. Miya let his head fall back against the pillow and settled for watching Tatsurou pound away into him, his eyelids heavy, his brain turned to mush and his bones to jelly. His body was still so sensitive he couldn't keep quiet, and the rope constricting his chest was so tight he was still out of breath by the time Tatsurou finally came into him.
Miya watched the lazy, contented look on Tatsurou's face as he caught his breath before pulling out of him slowly, and he kissed him when he lay down next to him. "I hope you're happy," he whispered between their mouths, "because I'm never going to stop working if that's what I get in return."
Tatsurou snorted. "I won't hold back anymore from now on, then."
They kissed again, and Miya hummed contentedly against Tatsurou's lips before pulling away slowly. "I really need to take a shower," he said, and Tatsurou laughed before moving behind him to work on untying the rope. It was almost just as tedious as it had been to tie it in the first place, and Miya waited patiently as Tatsurou undid the intricate knots one by one.
It took him a really long while to realize that something was wrong. "What are you doing?" he asked, throwing a wary glance over his shoulder.
"Oh, um. Nothing."
Miya tried to wriggle his arms and hands, but it wouldn't do. The rope was still as tight as ever. "... I'm trapped, right?"
"Yep," Tatsurou answered matter-of-factly, still fumbling behind him. "Working on it."
Miya sighed loudly, dropping his head back to the pillow. "You better have an online tutorial to get me out of this."
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