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Hiei enjoys keeping his distance from me. A pain, on my end.
He relishes this little rein on control that he has, although under the guise that it’s to keep me in reality, so my head doesn’t grow too large.
That’s a lie though. I know why Hiei lets the time stretch between us until it’s weeks since he last tossed his clothes about the room and raided my fridge. Pride is a funny thing, and my love has it in buckets. Perhaps it would embarrass him if he came around more often.
I let him do what he will though, because I’m fond of the little smirk he gets when he thinks he’s calling the shots. It’s all the more fun to wipe away once I get my hands on him. He doesn’t run, though he pretends he hasn’t been rolling in my bed till I arrive home from work.
I smell him on the air as I take the stairs to my fifth floor apartment two at a time.
He’s back now. For the high. Letting such distance stretch between us makes the mind grow hungry; the loins. The heart.
I try not to let my smile grow too wide as I pull the keys from my pocket. Hiei probably wouldn’t appreciate it, although I know he’d secretly be pleased that I’m glad to see him. Hiei prefers feelings to remain unspoken, and that’s okay with me.
For now.
I’m vaguely wondering if I have the ingredients for a nice meal as I push open the door, but all thought is promptly knocked out of my head when a very small, very frustrated demon barrels into my chest and seizes my wrists.
“Ah, Hiei,” I greet fondly, with a touch of feigned surprise. “It’s lovely to see you.”
My love snarls up at me, rolling the little bones of my wrists together with an iron grip. The reason for his agitation evades me for the moment, I’m quite sure that I haven’t done anything to irk him. And it hasn’t been especially long since his last visit, so he hasn’t been avoiding me.
I shrug the questions off and lean down for a kiss, but Hiei steps out of reach, still pinning my arms together. No, he’s not angry, this is some other kind of gripping emotion. His little fangs are bared with his teeth, stripped down to undershirt and beltless pants. My bedroom is surely strewn with the missing clothing.
“What’s wrong, pet?” I ask whilst kicking the door closed behind me. It’s impossible to shrug the bag off my shoulder with pinned arms so I test Hiei’s resolve with a tug against him. He only grips me tighter, probably leaving bruises on my wrists. An interesting role reversal, though I’m still not sure if his intentions lie in the way my mind has been drifting to endlessly these past weeks.
Hiei bites back any words, silence isn’t strange on him but this wordless tension is. I kick off my shoes before he gets any ideas and shrug my shoulder pointedly. “I can’t take this off with you holding me, love.”
Displeasure flickers across Hiei’s face like a cloud racing across an already stormy sky, but he releases my right wrist so I can let the satchel fall to the floor. Barely a breath passes until he’s upon me again, dragging me out of the genkan and through the living area. Curiosity’s nudge implores me to not struggle, though I wasn’t considering it anyway. I do trust my wild Jaganshi, after all.
The television is on, and balcony door open to the pleasant mid-September breeze. Hiei bypasses the area though, and yanks me through the open door of my bedroom. Yes, here’s the mess. Cloak and shoes tossed about the floor despite my consistent warnings to leave them at the entryway, Hiei, or else I’ll lock the window and you’ll have to wait for me on the street. It’s an empty threat, because he never obeys and yet I still leave my window unlocked. An accomplished thief like Hiei wouldn’t have any trouble with my standard, human latches and deadbolts anyway.
Hiei kicks clear the path to my bed, it appears he’s also strewn the contents of an overnight bag across the floor too, although the purpose for doing so evades me. The most likely answer is that this mess is just to prod me, to raise my ire. Happiness at the rough hands clutching me so desperately sweeps any irritation to the side along with the mess.
It’s one of Hiei’s small fancies to display his strength before me. I find it to be amusing and arousing in equal parts, his sweet desire to impress me by flexing lean muscle and checking that he’s magnetized my gaze. I’m no stranger to his roughness, although my own usually exceeds. But this evening will be the first occasion that Hiei has actually thrown me. As I bounce against the mattress I spare a second to be grateful that he was shoving me onto a bed at least. I recall doing something similar to him a few months ago, cradling in my arms tenderly to so rudely toss him atop the sheets like a throw. Perhaps this is revenge?
Bangs in my eyes blind me temporarily, so at first I only feel the pleasant weight which settles on my hips and groin. I’m not embarrassed by the fact that only a few swivels of his hips will get me hard, it’s been a while and Hiei would definitely have something to say if I sought relief in another. Not that I would, although I’ve had some surprising offers.
Hiei’s hands brace against my rib cage, forcing his ass to scoot up my pelvis erotically. “You missed me, ne?” I grin, flicking the hair out of my eyes. His hands slip back down, raking claws threateningly over the pressed cotton of my collared shirt.
Hiei stares down at me with petulantly pursed lips, hands now blindly working the buckle of my belt. He looks so pretty with his legs spread around me, swallowing down his blush as the blood rushes between my legs to poke his ass. Feeling playful, I interlock my fingers over my chest lazily rather than reach for him.
The musk and smoke of Makai intoxicates me as I lay there beneath a demon as wild as an inferno. Smug satisfaction usually helps to dull the pain when Hiei leaves, because upon return to his duties, that primal scent will be watered down and overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by roses and the scent of my skin and sweat. I’m sure Mukuro must know my signature as well as her own by now, perhaps it’s sick how the thought staves off my appetite that little bit longer.
“Get that stupid expression off your face.” Hiei grumbles. Ah, he speaks.
I make no attempt to stifle my self-satisfied smile, it only grows larger upon hearing his deep voice. “Why? I’m quite enjoying myself, actually.”
The tail of the belt slips from the buckle with a clinking noise, but Hiei doesn’t move onto my fly. Rather, he grasps the buckle and pulls the entire thing out of the loops of my slacks, testing the strength of the brown leather between his fists with a few purposeful tugs. “Not for long.”
I eye the belt, and the blush on my love’s face. The ability to stifle my pleased grin still evades me, growing more sensitive to his little movements against my groin. “I seriously doubt that.”
Hiei lifts off my waist and shuffles his knees either side of my body until he straddles my chest. Each breath is a little more difficult with the weight but his heat and pelvis so close to my face triggers saliva to pool under my tongue. I offer no resistance or questions as he makes an infinity shaped loop with the belt, and let him guide my wrists into the restraint and pull the whole thing tight. My cock twitches down below, because I can’t remember a time where Hiei has ever been so assertive in bed or proposed an idea that didn’t involve some way in which I could fuck him harder.
I don’t expect him to yank my arms above my head and secure the restraint to the bedhead in much the same manner. The glare in Hiei’s eyes is beautiful, my own obscene smile reflected back at me upon a sliver of crimson bordering dilated pupils. If he hopes that I won’t enjoy this, then he will be sorely disappointed.
“What’s all this for, Hiei?” I ask sweetly, ostentatiously letting my eyes fall to where he tents black pants. The lick of my lips is subconscious. Hopeless, the both of us.
Rough hands at my collar do little to cow me, honestly I don’t know if there’s anything in this world that could. Certainly not Hiei. He slides back down my body whilst plucking at the buttons- the one courtesy that stuck with him after I grew tired of constantly replacing necessary work attire.
“So you get a taste of your own medicine,” he finally bites back, exposing my chest. The shirt still covers my arms since Hiei didn’t take it off before he tied me, I suppose its longevity as a wardrobe staple isn’t yet guaranteed.
I hum facetiously, lifting my hips as Hiei works the slacks and underwear down my legs. “You’re going to top me, love? Make me scream your name and wake all the neighbors?”
The garments go soaring into the middle of the room, out of harm’s way at the least. Hiei’s cheeks flame as he slides to my legs and scrabbles around the floor beside the bed, drawing up his two white belts. “You’re such an arrogant bastard,” he snaps, kneeling beside my feet and preparing a similar restraint to before.
“It’s true though. I’m lucky to be known only by Minamino here. Pleading ignorance to your noise would’ve been far more difficult otherwise.” Those memories do little to dull my growing sensitivity, a glance down reveals the head of my cock to be already wet.
How strange to be at the mercy of my love, though I don’t feel any submission to him. Despite the fact that he’s bound me to vulnerability, I know control is still mine. Could it ever not be?
Hiei makes quick work of binding my ankles together, though doesn’t secure me to the bed frame like my hands. I could still use my feet to give my hips leverage, if I so desire.
And as quickly as he left, Hiei straddles across my chest again, slim belt in his hands and an adorable embarrassment on his face that I throb to kiss into memory. The brush of his fingers is painfully gentle against my shoulder as he pulls my ponytail to the side and pushes my collar back. With determination in his eyes, he threads the belt tail behind my neck, then through the buckle and pulls it tight around my windpipe.
“Do you remember what you did to me?” He asks lowly, the hand not holding the belt palming his erection through his pants lightly.
I grin, even as my head lightens from lack of oxygen, because I know exactly what he’s referencing.
-
Hiei had already fallen open for me on the sofa, though we had only kissed and my hand had not yet even slipped under his shirt to toy with a peaked nipple. A coincidental glance to the left draws my attention to the open door of the balcony, letting in the cooler breeze of summertime’s midnight.
I usher my love out there, Tokyo laid bare before us. Surrounding apartments surely have the perfect view of my balcony, not to mention my direct neighbors. It’s past midnight now, risk should be minimized. When the blood rushes down I find I don’t often care about risk regardless, low or high.
Hiei appears to respond in much the same way, leaning his back against the support that connects the corner of my railing to the balcony above. Yes, that will be perfect.
A few muttered words make clear my intention, as do the vines coiling from my small balcony garden around my wrists. Hiei nods breathlessly, and I let loose my power.
The vines from my wrist snake their way around the beam and Hiei’s legs and arms that he stretches above his head. He loves it, jerks his hips forward with a half stifled moan as my plants snake over his mouth and around his neck.
It doesn’t take much to have Hiei’s pants pooled around his ankles and restraints, only a few kisses laid to his exposed neck before I drop to my knees. I wet two fingers in my mouth and then fill the void with his dripping cock, sucking salt off the flushed head before taking it smoothly to the base. When I slip my finger inside him, his legs almost give out and he whines so loud around the gag that my hairs stand on end.
-
My vision swims above the surface of the memory, edges glowing white. Hiei lets some slack in the belt and I heave a ragged breath, tips of my fingers and toes tingling pleasurably.
The look in Hiei’s eyes is an erotic blend between kittenish anticipation and smug satisfaction. He’s beautiful, I love his hunger for power. Sometimes. I prefer holding that hunger above his head and forcing him to swat at it helplessly. But this is fine, a good outlet for his fantasy. Better than some of the other stunts Hiei’s pulled.
“Take your clothes off,” I command, although my voice is a little strangled under the roll of my throat against leather.
Hiei raises his brows at me and then brings his face close, ghosting hot breath across my skin. Those soft, pouted lips catch mine, already loose and searing as they find my tongue with an obscenely practiced rhythm. With one fluid movement, Hiei tightens his fist around the belt and grinds his ass down on my shaft, trying his best to elicit any reaction. It’s adorable how he can’t help moaning into my mouth. I would swallow the noise if not for the restriction of everything below my adam’s apple. Hiei doesn’t let me breathe even once he breaks away, licking saliva off my lips with tiny flicks of his tongue.
“You still think you get to be in charge, Kurama? You can’t fight me, or whatever I choose to do to you.”
I jerk my hips up, burying my cock into the crack of his ass and lamenting the resistance of his pants. I’m punished with a growl and sharp fangs at my chest, though that pain only amplifies the friction between us.
I could escape, but the situation is too rare to pass up and I’m curious to see how far Hiei can push himself to try to dominate me. Try. Not to mention that the roughness in his voice is toe-curlingly arousing, how pink stains his cheeks even as bravado spills from between his lips.
“In the end, Hiei, I’ll still be the one who fucked you,” I rasp and strain against my bound wrists for the first time, overcome with the desire to strip him bare. A thundering rush almost deafens me, and my deprived brain doesn’t register at first that it’s the pounding of my own heart. Throbbing in my temples palpably.
The Jaganshi bites at my nipple, drawing a drop of blood from the right with a sharp tooth. With a cruel kind of satisfaction he swipes it along my chest as a streak of red and I understand why. That urge to marr, to taint. I take pleasure in making a mess of Hiei in almost all of our encounters just for that primal gratification. When something beautiful becomes more so by the grip of my hands and bite of my teeth is an indescribable indulgence. Seeing it enacted on me provides a strangely vicarious titillation. I’ll allow Hiei the chance to partake in my pleasure, at least this once. Maybe through this experience he’ll garner an understanding of how lovely it is to have him at a whim. Though I am not nearly so submissive as he.
It’s an ego trip, mussing a lover to claim them in a way. Neither of us can deny that we are weak to such things. Well, Hiei might deny it.
I’m a scant breath from passing out when Hiei releases the restriction, and air roars back into my lungs like a high pressure vacuum. My throat struggles around where the belt still pinches in, preventing me from gorging on the smoke-tainted oxygen. It’s enough at least to keep me conscious, keep my cock twitching almost painfully.
Hiei flashes me pretty red eyes before he crawls down my gasping body, the length of the belt slack in his small hand. Wild hunger tears at my seams as he grazes his soft lips along my shaft, licking the head where it peaks from soft foreskin. His bangs tickle as they brush against the short hair between my legs, at one point he dips so close that lashes bat my electrified skin. Shallow breaths of excitement flutter up my tight throat and blow over my chest as I watch every drag of his hot tongue.
Finally, the tease takes me in hand, forming a dizzying tension at the base. The tongue that swirls lightly around my tip is red and glistening, knows exactly what pressure to use upon each rotation. Practice makes perfect, isn’t Hiei the shining example?
“Fuck-” I want to shove my fingers in his little, wet mouth. Cock would be better. Choke him, like he dares to me. My hips buck violently when he cuts off my air again, catching him by surprise and slipping past the grip of his lips. I seize the vulnerability and bully into Hiei’s throat, groaning as it clenches and he gags around my cock.
Teasing words struggle past my strangle, so thick with lust that I barely even consider holding them back. “You don’t have to choke yourself, pet.”
Hiei pops off my cock with a wet gasp, leveling me with a glare that could kill if his lips weren’t so swollen and eyes rimmed red. My cock jumps against my belly but any sound of arousal is trapped by the belt. I’ve messed him up, in some small way at least. In the morning, I’ll ensure he won’t be able to walk. Payment. Hiei’s brow ticks up when he sees that promise in my eyes, and hops off the bed with a blush spilt down his neck.
I don’t follow his path with my eyes, just let them flutter closed to slowly regain my breath and calm the rush of blood through my cock. Sweat sticks hair to my neck and temples, my face is burning almost uncomfortably. The blood summoned to my head doesn’t seem to be taking away from the steady supply to groin, though my limbs tingle with static and lungs burn from the deprivation. Most surrounding noise is still cut off by the thundering against my eardrums, deafening my normally sensitive ears. I don’t fret because although I cannot hear his shuffling about, I know Hiei will be back to be given his pleasure.
A slick, tight hand rolls down my shaft and I jolt hard, unable to stifle the shuddering groan torn from my raw throat. Hiei leans over the bed to slather my cock in the lube that he must’ve fished from the bedside table, finally nude in all his tanned, lean glory. Watching him is why I can’t bite back the next groan either, head tipping into the pillows that are much too cool against my burning cheeks.
Hiei’s knees cage my hips again, so I pick my head up. He hasn’t got the belt wrapped around his fist yet, and I savor what are likely my last few steady breaths until the Jaganshi loses himself in euphoria. Those crimson eyes are already hazy as they regard me, my gaze is torn between them and where Hiei is now dragging the head of my cock around his burning entrance.
“Are you ready?” I rasp, doubt plain even through the belt. All of my desires and perversions aside, I wouldn’t want my love to attempt anything unprepared and hurt himself.
Hiei rolls his foggy eyes, one hand around my cock and one around his as he sits tall on his knees. He strokes each idly, waves of thickening pleasure swamping my partially oxygen-starved brain. The head of his cock is flushed cherry red, glistening as he circles his thumb over the slit and bites his lip against the leaking hedonism. “I’ve been here since morning, Fox. Waiting for you.” He half-moans, eyes closed and tongue remaining between his lips once the words have vacated.
Head swimming, I almost want to press for details of what Hiei did, where he did it, how long. In my bed? The kitchen? The balcony while watching the people on the street below?
“Prove it.”
Hiei chews at his bottom lip, releasing himself to brace a hand on my abdomen. Drawing in a shuddering breath, Hiei bears down on my cock, whining brokenly as I glide in with barely any resistance. I respond in kind because he’s so hot inside, tight but stretched to perfection; I know the pleasure of his body better than any other. But the combination of numbed arms above my head and the inability to grab him and fuck him and the way he can barely piece himself together enough to begin moving on my cock is unendurable. My near endless patience is worn with this utter inability.
Hiei lifts himself with two hands braced against my abdomen, and slams his hips back down with a strangled cry. The pace he sets is slow but forceful, taking my entire length with each downward smack against my pelvis, head lolling to his chest. Any other day I would cradle his small chin in my hand, forcing his face up so I can watch every flutter and get off on the sinful rarity of witnessing something so lewd. Dirtily emotional. I can’t even do that much, and for now I stay still and let Hiei fuck himself on me, bathing in his chorus of panted moans and whines. So needy, so desperate. In these moments I know there’s no reason to worry Hiei is seeking flesh other than mine. If he were, how could he muster so much desperation to savor my cock slamming against his sweet spot?
Body unable to maintain that straight-backed posture any longer, Hiei falls against my chest, rolling his hips down on my cock in an addictive rhythm. I provide adequate resistance so that the sharp penetration feels good, but don’t betray how much movement I’m still capable of by meeting the rutting with a matched upward thrust. The slide of Hiei’s toned body over mine is enough to quell the growing urge to drop the ruse and thunder into him. Soon- just bear this tender pleasure, mewls in my ear and the belt that slowly pinches off my airway again.
And when he stems my oxygen, the heat in my gut and tightness around my cock warns me that I’m going to explode in a few more seconds. Too soon and too unwilling, my throat strains against the belt along with my wrists to not come, not yet. And I don’t. Wavering on the edge, I do not pitch in either direction, only into Hiei endlessly as my mind begins to shut off to the ever intensifying pleasure that never bears release.
I can’t take it any longer, perhaps it’s only due to my unique disposition that I’m still conscious. The raw slap of my pelvis against Hiei’s ass is immediately drowned out by his startled groan of pleasure, thick lashes flying open as he watches my pulse flutter against my neck desperately. I slam into him again, swallowing a scream that won’t come out anyway. It’s an unbearable euphoria torturing me, forcing all of my muscles to clench with the instinct for survival. Hiei’s build to release must be smouldering in comparison, a growing heat that spreads every time I assault his sweet spot. Nothing like the feral, animalistic insanity slowly tearing me apart.
I think my love eases up his grip slightly, because I find the strength in my white-noise limbs to double down. I pull down on the wrist restraint to clench my abdomen tighter, strengthen every thrust. Hiei doesn’t fight as I fuck him roughly, only with the strength of my hips and thighs that must scream with the pain, but I’m numb. Addictively numb, erotically numb. My mouth tingles and scarcely moves as Hiei explores it with a tongue the hottest and wettest it’s ever been. I groan into his mouth with all the voice that hasn’t been crushed in my throat, but somehow Hiei’s own noise is even more pathetic.
Fucked again, I said it would be so. Tie me, tease me, choke me. Hiei, you can try your best, but in the end, I still fucked you.
A small fist knots in my ponytail and yanks, hard. All I can feel is my cock thundering into Hiei’s pretty ass and the hair that rips loose from my scalp. Hiei goes tight, both the hands holding belt and my hair, and deep inside him where we connect. And then he’s moaning and crying and clenching around me like a vice, attempting to milk me of everything I have but I’m stuck in purgatory, my orgasm locked up by the bonds that seal my lungs.
Until Hiei’s hand slackens and I’m choking on air instead of the lack of, coughing and slicing half moons into my palms as my hands fist of their own accord. I don’t know how hard I drive my erupting cock into my darling, because everything is numb but my buzzing glans and the muscles within me that pulse with enough strength to wring me dry on only one orgasm. The euphoria is surging, all encompassing as my entire body is gripped by its waves and I pitch into Hiei over and over; becoming aware of the hot slide into my love as oxygen races through my veins. Hiei tugs the tail loose of the buckle as I’m still coming, letting me groan, twitch and buck into him even though he must be uncomfortably sensitive by now.
The sweetest kisses are those that Hiei paints along my bruised neck. The euphoria still hasn’t faded and a broken groan forces its way out of my raw throat occasionally, shuddering to my spine over the dangerous, unbelievable orgasm that still grips me. My cynical side wonders if perhaps this will last forever, like a special kind of torture.
After a few more minutes spent gasping and rock hard, swivelling my hips into Hiei’s accommodating insides, I finally feel the grips of hypoxia begin to wear off. Head against the pillow and hot lips over my pulse, I breathe and savor the air in my lungs, even though my airways sting with each inhale.
Hiei doesn’t even pick his head up off me as he reaches up and blindly fumbles for the belt tying my wrists to the bed head, my arms still clothed in sleeves fall bonelessly upon release. The Jaganshi on my chest props himself up and massages circles into my biceps to encourage blood flow gently, so the sudden rush to my extremities doesn’t cause me to pass out after such an ordeal.
“Hiei,” I rasp, a breath without any voice behind it. I wonder if I’ll be able to show myself at work tomorrow in such a sorry state. I could make good on my unspoken promise to ensure Hiei won’t be able to walk back to Mukuro for a few days if I call in sick. The idea is more and more appealing as I turn it over in my mind. Hiei’s unmarked skin is a pitiful sight, and I am ever happy to correct such neglect. Plus I want to make the most of this time we have together, give him glimpses into my life now so that maybe he’ll be persuaded to stop by more often.
“I’m glad you’re here.” And by that I am not offering thanks for the bone-wearying orgasm or bold attempt to alter the bedroom dynamic for a night. I simply mean the words I spoke, and let the honesty fall as it will between us.
Hiei grunts, “Sentimental fox.” And continues to rub warmth into my aching arms, nuzzle toothless, tongueless kisses onto my neck and cheeks. When he glances up at me, the emotion under his glare speaks the words he cannot, and I make good my desire to kiss that blush into memory. Hiei returns the affection with equal passion, squirming beneath my hands and against my lips to get closer, closer.
I breathe the honesty into my lungs with Hiei’s smoke, and revel in the way it stings.