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Josuke couldn’t help staring at Rohan. It was an indulgence, letting his eyes trace over his elegant handcuffed wrists and his bare chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths, but Rohan was always too perfect to tear his eyes away from. Even when fighting or wrecking himself to meet a deadline, his drive and determination brought an ethereal beauty to every line of his face. And now, bound and blindfolded with headphones blocking all noise, Rohan seemed determined to remain the image of composure and control.
Something Josuke planned on smashing to bits, of course.
“Can you hear me, baby?” He lowered his voice as he dragged his hand across Rohan’s stomach. Rohan’s head turned, but toward his fingers instead of his mouth. The only warning he got before Josuke leaned in to kiss his cheek was the feeling of the bed dipping beneath him, but that he reacted to immediately. Touch was all he had.
“Josuke?” Rohan frowned, turning his face the right way. He was speaking quite a bit above his regular volume— not quite yelling, but it was still adorable how he was aware he’d be louder when he couldn’t hear himself speak, yet missed the mark when it came to actually being quiet. Rohan turned his head toward where he thought Josuke’s face would be, but he was already moving back to nestle between Rohan’s legs.
Even if Josuke hadn’t been in the same position— well, nearly the same, since Rohan always left his ears uncovered— what Rohan was experiencing was so clear in every jolt and whine that Josuke felt like his own sensitivity was heightening as well. Every little twitch plucked at his heartstrings, reminding him that even like this, Rohan could still play Josuke like a fiddle. But only if he let him.
So, though it seemed an insurmountable task, absolutely impossible, Josuke tore his eyes away from him. He turned his focus to Rohan’s legs instead, gently holding them in place as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to his flushed skin. He started at his knees, letting his fingertips trace a path up Rohan’s inner thighs. His lips followed close behind, and when Rohan relaxed just a little too much his teeth weren’t afraid to play as well.
Josuke was glad he’d left Rohan’s underwear on. By the time he dragged his fingers over it, it was almost completely soaked, something he’d usually have to work much harder for. It was really fascinating how a body tried to balance itself when deprived, and the thought that Rohan losing his voracious sight and eager hearing, both already beyond what someone could consider normal, meant his body would turn so deliciously sensitive just a few heated kisses and gentle touches would have him almost completely undone?
It drove Josuke absolutely wild. And he planned to return the favor.
“Let me get these off you.” He hooked his fingers around Rohan’s panties and started to slowly peel them off. He could have torn them off or simply moved them to the side, but Josuke wanted him to feel them come off thread by thread all the way from his squirming hips to his spread ankles. It was intoxicating how easy it was to tease him. Josuke would have to work at Rohan for hours to get an adorable whine from him, but hearing Rohan whimper just from getting his underwear taken off... Josuke simply had to show Rohan how pleased he was.
He tossed the panties to the floor and nestled back between Rohan’s legs. Josuke had made sure his wrists were cuffed separately and far apart so he couldn’t bury any of those gorgeous noises by turning his face into his arm, but even now Rohan was trying. Too cute. Right when Rohan pressed his cheek against the pillows and opened his mouth like he was going to bite it, Josuke spread his cunt and gave his clit a sharp lick.
“Fuck!” Rohan’s hips jolted, chasing Josuke’s mouth as he pulled away. Josuke let him buck his hips into the air for a moment before gently pressing them back into the sheets. “Josuke—”
He cut himself off with a moan when Josuke circled his fingers around his wetness to slick them up and then pressed inside. He started with two, wanting Rohan to feel the stretch even more intensely than ever, but he was already so soaked it barely mattered. Rohan’s legs writhed, the handcuffs attached to the foot of the bed rattling every time he yanked on them.
Jouske had left them loose for a reason. He wanted to feel him squirm, but Rohan’s legs tended to lose control when Josuke really got busy, and his shoulder throbbed as if he needed a reminder of when his boyfriend so lovingly rewarded him for a mind-blowing orgasm by kicking it so hard he dislocated it. At least Rohan had actually been sorry after, but Josuke wouldn’t let it happen again. Nothing would get in the way between him and Rohan’s unending pleasure this time.
Josuke pumped his fingers in and out, exhaling softly when Rohan’s muscles clamped down tight around them. He could have gotten drunk off the sight and feeling of Rohan’s cunt trying to hold onto his hand as much as it could, but if Josuke had to be honest, fingering wasn’t his favorite. It was fine when he was laying alongside Rohan, his mouth busy with Rohan’s gorgeous chest or lips, but when his tongue wanted to get involved at the same time they were just in the way. And his mouth could do better.
“Sorry, Ro.” Josuke kissed the inside of Rohan’s thigh as he pulled his fingers out, his pussy fighting him every step of the way. Rohan clamped down hard, trying to keep him inside, even when the heightened pleasure almost made him scream from it.
“You— fuck,” Rohan gasped. It was somewhere between an insult and an exclamation, or maybe that was because it was both. He didn’t have to worry, though. Josuke would give him everything he needed.
He wiped his wet fingers on the sheets and then settled back between his legs. He was careful to keep his hands on Rohan, never giving him a neutral second to calm back down. Josuke wanted him to know he was there, that more was coming. Rohan wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of begging just yet, but his body was doing it for him.
“You want this, baby?” Josuke pressed his face to the delicious divot where Rohan’s thigh joined his hip and curved into the mound of his cunt, just until his lips were against his skin, enough for Rohan to know he was speaking. Rohan’s hips would have jolted right up into the air and slammed into Josuke’s nose if he hadn’t been holding them down, so instead he was left to squirm pathetically and yank at his handcuffs again.
“I can’t hear you,” Rohan seethed. “Josuke, I can’t understand you. Quit teasing me this instant!” He would have been much more intimidating if his voice hadn’t cracked with desperation. It was the closest Josuke was going to get to what he wanted, for now, so he threw his poor kitten a bone.
He spread Rohan’s pussy wide again, looking at how his poor, needy hole twitched without something inside it. Josuke’s tongue all but fell out of his mouth like something was tugging on it, like a red string of fate. If someone told him his mouth was soulmates with Rohan’s cunt, he would have believed it. They fit together so, so perfectly.
And if the volume of Rohan’s moan was any indication, he agreed. Josuke shuddered when he fixed his lips around Rohan’s clit and sucked hard. He could almost taste his need, and he could certainly hear it. It was so swollen and fit perfectly between his teeth, but Josuke didn’t need to bite to get a scream from him. Just a little tease and Rohan was shrieking his name.
“Josuke,” he gasped. “Josuke, please.” Rohan sounded breathless and wrecked already, but he wasn’t going to let up. Josuke slipped his hands beneath Rohan’s ass and lifted him closer to his mouth. Rohan squirmed right in his palms, gasping and crying out something that might have been Josuke’s name again when he slipped his tongue inside. When Josuke flicked his eyes up, Rohan was drooling.
It really wasn’t fair that Rohan wasn’t able to see what a mess Josuke’s mouth was turning him into. He squeezed Rohan’s ass and pressed his tongue deeper, wiggling it up and down. Rohan’s hips tried to follow, moving almost in the same jerky, uncontrolled way he did when he got close to finishing while he was on top, but Josuke had him pinned now. He held Rohan in place, knowing it would drive him even wilder.
“Josuke! God, fuck, more!” Rohan’s head tossed from side to side, his moans climbing higher and higher. Josuke was sure to his covered ears, Rohan barely heard himself, but he was nearly screaming when Josuke pulled away and closed his entire mouth around him. Rohan’s wrists slammed back into the headboard in anger. Usually when he got close, he dug his nails into Josuke’s shoulders to bring him closer or slammed his heels into the bed to try and contain himself, but with his hands, ankles, and hips all restrained, the only outlet for Rohan’s pleasure was his voice.
“You’re so beautiful,” Josuke whispered reverently. He pulled away just when he could tell Rohan was about to reach his peak. He meant to tease him and press light kisses to Rohan’s soaked inner thighs as he came back down, one for each desperate scream or series of curses, but his mouth couldn’t stay off him. His thumb came up to press against Rohan’s clit, giving something to grind frustrated circles against while Josuke devoured his legs. Within minutes the skin between his legs was a mottled mural of bitemarks and bruises, and he was still kissing him when Rohan found his words again.
“Please,” he begged. “It’s so good, you’re so good, let me finish. Josuke, don’t stop, come back, I’m so close. Please, be a good boy, make me cum.” Rohan’s hips were still moving against Josuke’s hand. If he left it there, let his mouth stay pressed against Rohan’s thigh like it wanted to, Rohan was going to cum without Josuke’s tongue deep inside him. And if he wanted to be a good boy for him, that was completely unacceptable.
At least Josuke could say he gave orgasm denial a solid attempt. The truth was, Rohan’s mean little ass was so much better at it. He could deprive Josuke of both his senses and his climax for hours, but the idea of holding Rohan back from both wasn’t sitting right with him. He was a giver, a lover, and he could reconcile the idea of taking away Rohan’s sight and hearing to break the limits of the pleasure he could bring him, but withholding the new peak when Rohan had done nothing but lay there and be just as good of a boy for him...
Well, it wasn’t right, and that was the long and short of it. Josuke had his own talents, giving Rohan pleasure chief among them, so he’d stick to what he knew best: bringing Rohan higher and higher until he forgot anything but Josuke and good boy and more.
He pulled his thumb away and pulled Rohan’s hips up to his mouth. He ate Rohan out with a ferocity the older man had never experienced before, and Josuke didn’t stop when Rohan screamed that it was too much. He knew Rohan didn’t want him to. He was greedy and beautiful, and Josuke had so much left to give him. Rohan could have it all. His tongue dived deep inside Rohan’s cunt, stretching him and dragging him toward his climax, but when he first felt Rohan’s muscles clamping down he pulled it out and fixed his mouth around Rohan’s sensitive swollen clit.
Rohan had never moaned as loudly as he did when he finally came, pressed as hard against Josuke’s mouth as he could be. Josuke wished he’d had the forethought to press his fingers inside Rohan at the last second just to feel how hard his climax hit him, but that thought fell away when he opened his mouth to let Rohan’s clit go and tasted Rohan’s pleasure on his tongue. It fell open wider, wanting every single drop Rohan gave him, but at least what Rohan didn’t squirt right inside his mouth fell onto his lips and chin for later.
Rohan collapsed against the sheets, his arms only held up by the handcuffs, his hips only aloft by Josuke’s hands beneath them. Josuke marveled at the sight for a second, his skin buzzing from how obvious Rohan’s satisfaction was. As much as he loved the sound of Rohan’s praise, he could see the mark of good boy in how clearly pleased Rohan was, and that was enough for him. Josuke wiped his chin clean and then nestled back between Rohan’s legs. He licked one soft stripe along the length of Rohan’s soaked cunt, smiling when he earned a soft, whiny “Josuke?”
“I’ve got you, babe,” he replied even though Rohan couldn’t hear him. He kissed his clit sweetly, only gentle for a moment, and then got right back to work. He wasn’t going to be done with Rohan for hours.