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How it works:
* Comment anonymously with a kinkfic request. All requests must contain a character or pairing/threesome/moresome (any combination of guys/girls/shinigami/whatever are OK, crossovers are fine too), and at least one kink. If you need inspiration, check out this huge list of kinks by eliade. ( Read more... )
They were quite simply particularly beautiful, red-brown like his hair with black tips. Most people’s ears were unidentifiable on the whole - they were simply ears, shaped vaguely like a house cats. Raito’s though … Raito had the ears and tail of a lion and Matsuda was sure everyone could see it. Okay, Raito’s ears were slightly more pointed than a lion’s would be but that wasn’t the point. You could just see it.
Matsuda had always secretly wanted to be the one who took Raito’s ears.
It was dumb, of course. Raito was eight years his junior, showed no signs of being attracted to men and the son of his boss, the man that Matsuda most respected in the whole world. A pointless fantasy, no more than that. And yet Matsuda did fantasise and kept fantasising, just imaging scenarios where somehow, in some way, he kissed Raito and cuddled him and caressed him and Raito kissed back and wanted him back …
Only whoever would? Certainly no one yet which was why Matsuda was the only ( ... )
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“I like Matsu that way,” Misa said cheerfully. “You’re the cutest thing when your ears prick up!”
She reached up and rubbed the back of his ears gently. Matsuda couldn’t say that there weren’t compensations for still having your ears, mainly that people liked to pet them. He knew that he enjoyed touched Raito’s if he ever could. He didn’t touch them much though - that would have been weird after all - but sometimes, he’d just sort of smooth his hand over the tips, enjoying the way the silky fur felt on his hand. Raito rarely protested the touch, although sometimes the lovely fur would bristle and stick up and then Matsuda would move away and pretend that he’d never touched. That was another reason that Raito’s ears were so useful - Matsuda felt that you could really tell how Raito felt about things with those ears. His face would stay calm and relaxed but his ears was twitch, his tail was lash and Matsuda could understand what he was feeling better. It made the world make more sense. And he couldn’t help noticing that mostly, when he ( ... )
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His voice trailed off and Matsuda swallowed and gave him an awkward hug, telling himself not to be jealous. Raito’s ears had drooped and Matsuda scratched them gently, wanting to tell Raito that it was all okay and not really thinking that he could lie to Raito in that way.
He didn’t try to kiss Raito. It wouldn’t be fair after all.
He knew when Raito moved in with Misa that those ears wouldn’t be on Raito’s head for much longer. He told himself that he didn’t mind but when Raito came into work a few days later, ear and tail-less, Matsuda felt an empty pang in his stomach even so. He hid it of course and wolf-whistled instead, nudging Raito playfully and winking at him. Aizawa simply rolled his eyes, Mogi didn’t seem ( ... )
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Stupid. So stupid. Like a kid with a favourite toy. But if he tried to think about losing his ears with anyone else, he found himself feeling vaguely as though he was betraying Raito. It was pathetic and Matsuda was disgusted with himself for feeling like that. He supposed that maybe it would be different if he actually meant someone but … he hadn’t. And couldn’t. So really, he was stuck with suffering a ( ... )
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“It wasn’t what I expected,” Raito said softly. “Not at all. Neither Misa and I really knew what would happen so of course, we were both a little apprehensive. But she didn’t want to wait and I … well, like you said yourself, what sort of man would I be if I didn’t want her?”
Matsuda swallowed a little. Oh God, he shouldn’t have asked this question. He shouldn’t be picturing Raito and Misa in bed together. He really, really shouldn’t. And yet the image wouldn’t go away, it seemed to have been tattooed on his brain.
“I wasn’t sure when it would happen,” Raito said and from the noises, he was shuffling papers, as though this conversation was quite normal. “Or how it would. So I just concentrated on enjoying it. And then … then I was inside her and she was so warm, so … pliant and I ran my hands through her hair and they ( ... )
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“You have to say yes,” Raito whispered. “I won’t do unless you want me too. You know that. Should I take your ears, Matsuda-san?”
Matsuda whined. It was a stupid, childish sound but he suddenly felt like a child, being offered something that he couldn’t have, that he knew he couldn’t have and so the offer couldn’t be real, none of it could be real, not really. Raito’s hand slid up to stroke through his hair and caress his ears. The touch was inflaming and Matsuda twisted underneath it, whimpering and trying to press nearer but Raito moved back slightly, not allowing them any closer contact.
“I should warn you,” he whispered and his lips were slightly closer to Matsuda’s now. “I’m demanding, Matsuda-san. I will expect something in return. I will expect to be repaid … ”
“Anything,” Matsuda gasped. “ ( ... )
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“It will hurt,” Raito said and his voice was thick with passion. “I haven’t … anything. It will hurt you.”
“Don’t care,” Matsuda gasped back. “I don’t care, you can … you can … oh God, Raito, Raito, please, Raito … ”
“Oh yes,” Raito whispered and his voice was suddenly savage in a way that Matsuda couldn’t understand. “Yes, like that, Matsuda, beg for me … ”
Matsuda would have done anything he was asked. He didn’t care why Raito’s voice had changed, why Raito was shaking above him, even why Raito was doing this. He didn’t care for anything in that moment except for satisfaction and he begged shamelessly, arching himself against Raito, saying anything that came into his head in order to get Raito to continue what he was doing. Raito laughed and his laugh was wild, almost terrifying and so Matsuda kissed him to silence it, tasting Raito’s mouth eagerly, arching his body again and Raito made a soft noise of his own and rubbed against Matsuda, hands raking down Matsuda’s back and catching hold of his tail, stroking it and pulling on it, ( ... )
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“Touta,” Raito whispered again. It was all he said but it made Matsuda moan and he was hardly aware when Raito finally withdrew his fingers and shoved him backwards, sending Matsuda sprawling on paper and the hard floor. He barely had time to think about it before Raito was on top of him, kissing and touching and encouraging him to roll over. Matsuda obeyed, bracing himself on the floor and whimpering as Raito’s hands rubbed at his back and moved lower, so much lower and then Raito was inside him and yes, it did hurt, it hurt a lot and Matsuda tried to bite back his cry but Raito whispered “No, scream for me.” again and Matsuda obeyed, wailing with pain and screwing his eyes shut against embarrassing tears. Raito made a sound, almost like satisfaction and he pushed harder and Matsuda swore rather than screamed, obscenities spilling from his throat and he didn’t know if he wanted for Raito to stop to or to continue.
“Yes,” Raito hissed. “Yes, like that, Touta. Just like that, I want you broken, ( ... )
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“A little,” Matsuda said, automatically reaching up to rub his ears and then remembering that they weren’t there. He was more than a little sore really but he didn’t think Raito really wanted to hear it. Raito smiled at him and Matsuda guessed that he knew Matsuda was more than a little sore.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “It’ll get better. I … am sorry if I was too rough though. I got a little … carried away.”
“That’s okay,” Matsuda said quickly. “It’s really okay, Raito-kun! I … ”
He suspected it might be presumptuous to say that he’d enjoyed it so he went quiet and stared at the floor instead. Raito’s soft fingers touched his cheek and Matsuda looked up again.
“It’s a secret,” Raito murmured. “You mustn’t ever tell anyone, Matsuda-san.”
Matsuda wished it hadn’t needed saying. Shame swept over him as he thought about the Chief, about Misa-Misa and about how their faces would look if they ever found out. He flushed and nodded his head quickly, trying not to think ( ... )
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