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Reiji sighed in relief as he put the cleaning supplies back in the closet, wiping his hands on his pants right afterwards. His shoulders felt stiff, as did his back. He’d been cleaning around for a bit to ease his mind and relieve his pent up stress. The triplets had been rather rowdy recently, so it has been up to him to constantly scold and discipline them. This, naturally, stressed him out beyond belief and he just needed something to help him relax.
However, the relief he was looking for didn’t seem to show up, because the presence of one of the Mukami’s alerted Reiji’s senses. Reiji ran a hand through his hair and sighed in exasperation, getting mentally prepared to deal with the intruder.
Before he could even move another muscle, Yuma Mukami appeared right in front of him. Taken aback by the sudden intrusion, Reiji had to think for a bit before speaking. His throat felt dry, and he couldn’t find his voice for a second. The triplets had taken a harder toll on him than he’d thought.
“May I help you?” He finally spoke, somehow not recognizing his own voice. Perhaps he was in worse shape than he’d originally presumed. He wouldn’t admit that out loud though; he had to keep up his façade of being the calm and collected Sakamaki.
“Christ Sakamaki, you look like shit,” Yuma teased, though it did seem like there was a hint of genuine concern lacing his voice.
“Please, spare me the insults. Why have you come here?” Reiji inquired, proceeding towards the study and motioning for Yuma to follow him. “Perhaps it’s best if we talk in the study. The hallway is no proper place for conversing with guests.”
“You’re so formal all the damn time, isn’t that kinda annoying?” Yuma asked, completely disregarding Reiji’s questions. He walked close behind Reiji, careful not to wander off or get lost as he’d never really thoroughly investigated the indoors of the Sakamaki manor. He’d only been inside briefly a few times before.
“I suppose it is rather tiring at times, but no matter, it’s how I present myself. Yet, you still haven’t answered my question. Please get to the point, Mukami,” Reiji replied, slowly gaining the urge to kick Yuma out of the manor for stalling so much.
“So straightforward. Treat me a little gentler, will ya? I just wanted to pay a visit, everyone else is busy back at home. You’re the first person I saw, so yer stuck with me now,” Yuma shrugged, a sly grin evident on his face. He was clearly having more fun than Reiji was.
“Oh wow, well that’s fantastic. Unfortunately, I’m rather busy and tired at the moment, so you’ve happened to pick the worst time to try and associate yourself with me. I would like to request that you leave me to my own devices and go bother someone else. As far as I know, Laito’s in the game room. You could go against him playing darts or playing pool, those are his specialties. I’ll guide you there myself,” Reiji offered, unaware of how much he was causally talking to Yuma, much to his displeasure. “Oh, my apologies. I rambled on far longer than I should have.”
“Nah, I think I’m good sticking with you. Laito’s too pervy for my liking. He always has something goin’ on in that weird head of his. Also, not to brag, but I’m pretty damn good at giving massages. I can help you relax. You look like you’ve had a stick shoved up your ass dry. You need some rest,” Yuma said, ignoring the bewildered look Reiji gave him after that last statement. “I’m bein’ dead serious, Sakamaki. Let me help you.”
“Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to do so. But this is a one time endeavor, and I’m only caving in to your offer because of the way you worded it. Never use such language to describe me again. That description was horrendous,” Reiji cringed, trying to not let Yuma’s words get to him. He was far too down the loophole of stress and anxiety to let something as silly as that mere statement do any harm to him. “Would you rather do such activities in the study, or in my bedroom? They’re both relatively close to each other, I wouldn’t mind guiding you to either.”
“Either is fine. Whatever’s most comfortable for you. I couldn’t care less, if I’m bein’ honest,” Yuma shrugged. “But if you’re really makin’ me choose, the bedroom adds an extra layer of spice.”
“It does hint at a little more intimacy than doing anything in the study, but might I remind you that this completely mutual. Nothing more is happening,” Reiji warned, not appreciating the smirk that had made its appearance on Yuma’s face after Reiji had suggested going to the bedroom.
The two continued to walk in silence, Reiji ignoring Yuma’s suggestive glances at him. He still couldn’t bring himself to terms with the fact that he’d actually just agreed for Yuma to help him. He had much better things to do than let a Mukami even come near him. Yet here he was, leading him directly to his private quarters. The thought in itself hurt Reiji’s pride to think about, so he left the subject alone for the time being.
As they rounded one last corner together, the sounds of their shoes hitting the floors echoing throughout the hallways, Reiji suddenly came to a stop in front of a dark door. He reached out a shaky hand, taking note of the tremors he was having all of a sudden, and opened the door slowly.
“Welcome in, please make yourself comfortable,” Reiji said, stepping aside to let Yuma walk in. He closed the door behind them, pausing to debate whether or not he should lock the door. He twisted the lock on the doorknob, locking it just in case.
"Alright, take your shirt off. You look stiff as hell, so I'll start with yer back and shoulders," Yuma demanded, slightly shocking Reiji with his straightforwardness.
"O-of course, please allow me a second....I would greatly appreciate it if you would quit staring at me so shamelessly. Have some dignity," Reiji mumbled, shooting a glare at Yuma, who had been quite literally just staring at him with no intention of being discrete.
"Can't blame me. I didn't expect you to be so toned, Sakamaki. You been workin' out recently?" Yuma grinned, walking closer towards Reiji.
“I was working out. I haven’t had the time to do so recently. Why must you insist on moving closer? You were fine where you were at your earlier distance,” Reiji said, backing away slightly when Yuma was right in front of him.
“Lemme help. You’re takin’ too long,” Yuma offered, not really giving Reiji a chance to answer before he already began to finish unbuttoning Reiji’s shirt and slid it off his shoulders with ease. Reiji’s vest had already been discarded and was on the floor. “Jeez you’re so pale. Maybe you should help me out in the garden someday, the sun’ll do you some good.”
“I’m fine as is. The lack of sunlight I receive poses no issue for me,” Reiji replied, cheeks turning red as Yuma’s hands began making their way down towards Reiji’s belt. “I thought you said you’d begin with my back. I don’t find it very necessary to remove my pants. And I won’t need your help for that either.”
“It would be more comfortable if you take all your clothes off. Spares me the trouble later,” Yuma commented, undoing Reiji’s belt and taking it off. His next target was the zipper that held Reiji’s pants together.
“Why do I get the feeling I’ve been tricked into doing something I didn’t agree to?” Reiji gasped, feeling Yuma’s hands slide into his pants. He clutched Yuma’s bicep tightly as he felt a hand grope him lightly. “I-I thought you said I’d be receiving a massage?”
“Isn’t this a massage? I mean, it’s not where I said I’d do it, but it still feels good, doesn’t it? Just relax, Reiji. You deserve this,” Yuma bribed, allowing Reiji to lean against him. He picked Reiji up suddenly, walking over to his bed and laying him down gently. “I’ll take real good care of you, pretty boy. Just let me do all the work, alright?”
“O-okay,” Reiji agreed, glad he was getting a break for once. Although this wasn’t what he had entailed for his idea of getting some rest today, he wasn’t necessarily opposed anymore. He was far too gone and Yuma had already gotten rid of most of his clothes. It’s not like he could deny anymore of Yuma’s advances at this point. The final straw that ended Reiji’s hesitance was Yuma completely sliding off his pants and boxers.
“Good boy. I’m gonna make you see stars. Leave it all to me,” Yuma praised, taking hold of Reiji’s dick with his rough hands. As he stroked it lightly, Reiji let out light moans, of which he soon muted by covering his mouth with the back of his hand. He rolled his hips up into Yuma’s hand, silently requesting more friction. However, contrary to what he would’ve wished, Yuma stopped moving his hand. Reiji looked at Yuma in distaste, but Yuma just chuckled at the glare he was receiving and moved Reiji’s hand away from his mouth. “I wanna hear your pretty noises, puppy. I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel; just to know if I’m doin’ things right.”
“You’re the wors-..ha-” Reiji moaned, having been interrupted by Yuma resuming his motions. He fell back against his pillows and relaxed his body once more.
“I’ll fuck ya real good n’ hard in a sec. I’ll make you forget everything that’s been on your mind, just be patient like a good boy,” Yuma said, beginning to kiss and suck at Reiji’s neck. Reiji’s pale skin began to get littered with dark purple marks and his eyes began to tear up from the pleasure; his glasses were also ready to fall off his face at any given moment. Yuma drew back from Reiji’s neck to admire his work. “You look so pretty like this, oh my god. Such a pretty puppy for me.”
The continuous praises made Reiji blush, and he would let out a light whine every time Yuma praised him. The thought of being praised and rewarded for all his hard work made Reiji’s hips begin to rut faster against Yuma’s hand, which made Yuma pick up the pace. A familiar warm feeling began to well up in his gut, and he had to restrain himself from letting out a string of curses as he felt near ready to release his pent up arousal. However, similarly to before, Yuma ceased his movements and put a hand against Reiji’s hips to prevent him from moving his hips.
“Not yet, puppy. I’m not done making you feel good,” Yuma replied to Reiji’s scoff of frustration. He leaned onto his elbows and began fixing his disheveled appearance, with the uncalled for help of Yuma; his tears were wiped by Yuma’s rough, yet gentle, hands, and his glasses were adjusted properly onto the bridge of his nose. “Puppy, would you mind telling me where you keep your lube?”
“Nightstand: lowest drawer, it should be located towards the far back,” Reiji guided, Yuma successfully finding it and rewarding Reiji with a kiss on the forehead. Reiji would never admit it, but he honestly really appreciated the kiss, and it made his dick throb slightly.
Yuma poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, making Reiji shudder when he felt a cold finger near his ass.
“Is this your first time?” Yuma asked, earning a light nod from a flustered Reiji. “Alright puppy, why don’t we use the traffic light system? If anything feels wrong and ya want me to stop, say red light, mkay? Green light means keep going, and yellow light is to be more gentle. Pretty self-explanatory, got it?.” This earned him another nod. “Good boy.”
A cold and lubricated finger suddenly entered Reiji, making his back arch in discomfort. He’d never touched himself or been touched there, so the feeling was completely foreign to him. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not, even more so when Yuma began to move his finger. It didn’t feel too bad, but it still wasn’t as pleasurable as penetrating someone else or having his dick stimulated. Not to mention he’s never been on the receiving end of such activities; he’s always been the top.
As Reiji felt a second finger begin to push in, his uncertainty to continue kept growing. All his doubts were soon expelled from his mind when Yuma pressed onto a particularly sensitive spot inside of him. He unintentionally let out a gasp, and his hands clutched the pillows he rested on.
“That feel good, baby?” Yuma asked, knowing full well the response he was gonna get. Reiji attempted to answer, but as Yuma kept thrusting his fingers into that spot, all that left his mouth were incoherent gasps of pleasure and light moans. “I think you’re ready now. Give me a color baby?”
“G-Green,” Reiji managed to pant out when Yuma withdrew his fingers. He watched as Yuma sat back on his legs and began undoing the belt on his pants. To make things go smoothly, and quickly because Reiji was growing increasingly impatient, Reiji sat up and crawled towards Yuma to help undo his pants. His lithe fingers undid the belt buckle, removing it with haste. As Yuma undid his pants, Reiji nearly drooled at the sight of the man’s bulge.
“Thank you, puppy. Now lay back down, I’m not done with you,” Yuma commanded, watching as Reiji laid back down and looked up at him to continue. If Yuma could get any harder, he definitely would have. He would forever treasure the mental image of Reiji looking up at him with teary eyes, his cheeks red and glistening with a thin layer of sweat. He wanted to ravish him on the spot, but had to remind himself that it was Reiji’s first time and he was doing this for him, not for himself. “I’m gonna go in now, alright?”
Reiji gave him a nod of assurance, although he wasn’t certain he was completely ready. That’s why safewords exist, right? He watched Yuma use his lubricated hand to give himself a few strokes before aligning himself with Reiji’s hole. Reiji was genuinely concerned about how it would fit inside, but he trusted Yuma(surprisingly) enough to be able to tell him to stop if something felt amiss. Reiji felt Yuma’s tip go inside, soon followed by the rest of his dick. Once Yuma was bottomed out, he gave Reiji a chance to breathe and get used to the feeling. For Reiji, this was definitely a far cry from the pleasure he’d been feeling previously. The pain he was feeling was beyond that of being hurt, and tears began cascading down his cheeks unwillingly. His knuckles were turning white from gripping the sheets so harshly.
“Whenever you’re ready, puppy,” Yuma said as he gently wiped the tears from Reiji’s eyes and gave him a light kiss. He reached down and began stroking Reiji’s dick in an attempt to ease the pain a bit. It seemed like it worked because Reiji was no longer clutching his pillows as tightly as he had been. Not too much time had passed before Reiji spoke up again, although he spoke so quietly that Yuma wasn’t able to make out what he had said. “What was that? Can you speak up for me, puppy?”
“…green light…” Reiji whispered, not failing to catch a glimpse of the smile that Yuma portrayed at the answer. Reiji prepared himself for the worst when he felt Yuma shift inside of him. However, no pain was present when Yuma thrusted out and back in; instead, Reiji felt pure ecstasy. Yuma kept hitting his sweet spot with each thrust, making Reiji cry out in pleasure. His back arched when Yuma delivered a particularly harsh thrust and he saw the bulge of Yuma’s dick appear in his lower belly. The outline of his dick continuously made its appearance each time Yuma delivered a harsh thrust.
“You look like you’re having fun, puppy. I hope I’m the only one that can make you feel this way. You’re bein’ so damn good for me, I wanna fuck you till you forget everything,” Yuma whispered into Reiji’s ear, receiving a strangled moan in response. Reiji was past the point of being able to form coherent sentences, having never felt like this in his life. The entire bed rocked with each thrust of Yuma’s hips. Yuma groaned in pleasure each time he thrusted, Reiji unconsciously tightening around his cock each time. At that rate, Yuma was sure he’d ejaculate soon.
“Y-yuma-” Reiji called out, trying to warn him that he was increasingly close to orgasming soon. However, each time he tried to speak, he couldn’t seem to be able to form fluid sentences.
“Hmm? What is it puppy? Be a good boy and use your words,” Yuma teased, stroking Reiji’s cock to make it harder for him to speak. Sure, it was a bit sadistic of him, but Reiji looked damn cute when he was flustered and unable to speak. “Are you close? Why don’t ya be a good puppy and come for me? Hm?”
Yuma didn’t need to speak any further before Reiji’s cock spewed out thick white ropes of cum onto his hand. It didn’t take long for Yuma to ejaculate after, just a few more thrusts and he’d finished inside Reiji.
Yuma thrusted a couple more times to ride out both their highs, but soon stopped when Reiji uncharacteristically whimpered from the overstimulation. He didn’t want to cause him any harm after practically fucking his brains out. Yuma carefully removed himself from Reiji, feeling slightly bad when Reiji flinched from the accidental stimulation. He readjusted his pants quickly and undid the tousled bedsheets to cover both himself and Reiji. He’d noted how Reiji seemed cold and brought him closer to his chest.
“Does that feel better? You can’t deny it didn’t feel good,” Yuma asked, running a hand through Reiji’s hair. Reiji instinctively moved closer towards Yuma, especially since he was cold due to the lack of clothes.
“I will admit, I am in a much better state of mind, but I would like to address one issue I have with this experience. Why must you insist on addressing me like a dog?” Reiji inquired, not really mad, but curious. Yuma chuckled lightly, allowing Reiji to feel the vibrations of his chest.
“It’s cute, don’t ya think? Plus, you seemed to like it. Just tell me something next time pretty boy,” Yuma laughed, admiring how Reiji’s face turned red.
“I suggest you leave soon before one of my familiars gets the wrong idea,” Reiji complained, trying to switch the subject.
“Awwe, what’s the matter? Embarrassed that you were moanin’ like a harlot? Go to sleep, Sakamaki. I’ll be gone before you know it,” Yuma teased, tousling Reiji’s hair, much to Reiji’s dismay.
“You’re absolutely insufferable,” Reiji groaned, lightly punching Yuma’s chest. He took his glasses off and set them on his nightstand. “Although, I can’t deny the effectiveness of your…massages…if you can even call it that. I’ll be sure to let you know the next time I ever feel distressed.”
“HA! I knew it. You’re so predictable, it’s hilarious,”
Yuma laughed, earning himself another punch to the chest.
“I suggest you keep your mouth shut before I personally turn you in to your brothers for spending time here,” Reiji threatened. It was an empty threat, purely lighthearted, yet Yuma feigned being hurt.
“So mean to someone who just blew your back out. Where are your manners? Tsk,” Yuma joked, ignoring the scoff Reiji let out. He closed his eyes and continued to stroke Reiji’s hair. It wasn’t long before he heard Reiji’s light snores, a telltale sign that he was asleep. He smiled to himself and gave Reiji a kiss on the head. “My pretty little puppy.”