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“A 25 year old man was found dead in his apartment late last night, gutted from the inside out. He was found by a concerned neighbor who hadn’t seen him leave his apartment in two days, and when the authorities arrived to the scene, they weren’t surprised to see the infamous blood-drawn signature ‘MANEATER’ on the floor of the crime scene.”
A bitter river of whiskey slid down Kazuha’s throat as he listened to the television on the other side of the bar, chin in hand and eyes glazed over. Another murder… it shouldn’t have been a surprise.
“This is now Maneater’s tenth known murder in the month of December, and it is currently unknown how many have gone undetected.”
Probably a lot have, Kazuha thought to himself, taking another sip of liquor before swirling it around in his glass and watching the caramel complexion send colorful light fragments through the cracks. The new infamous Chicago serial killer, who went by the name of ‘Maneater’, had been ruling every corner of the city for the past month and a half. She was smart, and there were currently zero leads on what her identity may be.
Maneater was a killer of lust. She was known to seduce men and manipulate them into taking her home, where she would proceed to have sex with them before ultimately murdering them in cold blood. Every cause of death was different; once it was 37 stab wounds to the stomach, once it was gunshot wounds, blunt-force trauma, slitting their throats, hanging them, strangling them to death, poison, one man had his penis cut off and shoved down his throat—cause of death being suffocation, and now… gutting someone from the inside out.
It was always different—never the same cause of death twice. But, one thing was always the same; each murder scene had the word ‘MANEATER’ written next to it in the victim’s own blood. It was her signature, so that everyone would know who that body belonged to… it was sick, and attention seeking. Only serial killers who yearned for their name to be spoken of in every corner of the country signed their own crime scenes. And she was the biggest culprit.
“Authorities have their investigation in full swing at this point in time. If you are a man ranging from ages 20-30 years old, please be cautious when outside of your homes between the times of 10:00 p.m and midnight. At that time, you are most at risk of being targeted. There is currently no police sketch of the suspected culprit, yet eye witness reports have noted the suspect to be of short stature with faded purple hair—”
The sound of the newscaster suddenly went silent, and was instead replaced with the loud club music that Kazuha had been so desperately trying to drown out. Confused, he turned his attention to the person who had just walked up beside him; the same person that had the television remote in his hand, thumb hovering over the mute button.
“Ugh, what a mood killer… who plays the news in a club anyways?”
A short man with slate purple hair and an eccentric outfit lazily sat himself down on the barstool next to Kazuha, dropping the remote and instead waving his hand to summon the bartender. He quickly ordered a cocktail, waited there for a moment until he received his drink, and then shot a grateful smile at the bartender before turning his attention to Kazuha.
“Is there a reason why you’re staring at me?” he asked, propping his elbow up on the table and sipping his cocktail through a tiny black straw.
Kazuha continued to examine the man before him for just a moment longer—noting how oddly beautiful he was—before painting a soft smile on his lips and dipping his chin.
“No reason in particular. You simply caught my attention, sneaking up on me so suddenly.” Kazuha tipped his head in the direction of the now silent television. “I was watching that, you know.”
The other man scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Pff, why would you want to watch something like that anyways? Oh, whoopee, Maneater has striked again! Are we really surprised anymore?”
Kazuha shrugged his shoulders, taking a quick swig of his drink. “I never said I was surprised. Just intrigued.”
“Well, we’re at a club for a reason. Aren’t you supposed to be out on the floor trying to find some cute girl to take home for the night?”
“Who said I was looking for a girl to take home?”
The man raised his hand in defense. “Oh, apologies; a boy, then?”
Kazuha chuckled and slowly shook his head. “Mm, doesn’t matter either way to me.”
The other man flicked his denim shaded eyes up Kazuha’s body; starting at his feet and dragging all the way up to his lips, where he finally settled on his gaze. He gave Kazuha a certain look, and although he pretended like he didn’t notice, he knew exactly what it insinuated.
Kazuha’s peculiar stranger chewed his straw between his teeth and tilted his head before finally responding. “So, what’s your name?”
“Kazuha. What can I call you?”
“You can call me Kuni.”
“Is that short for something?”
Kuni pushed an airy laugh through his nostrils before turning in his chair, facing Kazuha directly. “That’s for me to know, and for you to find out.”
Kazuha laughed yet again, mirroring Kuni’s movements until they both faced each other. Kazuha studied the other man for a moment, examining his outfit and finding his eyes stuck on the one bare shoulder that hung out from his zip-up jacket. He had on a black tank top that covered his chest and stopped just shy of his neck, it being so skin tight that Kazuha could see each and every tendon of his throat and collarbone.
Something about it was oddly mesmerizing.
“You’re funny.” Kazuha finally responded, his voice raspy with the burn of whiskey. “What brings you here tonight?”
Kuni smiled and crossed one leg over the other, planting his hands on either side of his thighs and leaning forward just slightly. He caught Kazuha’s gaze and lidded his eyes, leaving the other man feeling oddly magnetized and hesitant to look away.
“Just for fun. It’s a Saturday night, not much else to do in the city… especially with the holidays just around the corner, most people are all couped up with their family.”
“And where’s your family?” Kazuha asked, folding his hands in his lap and scooting forward in his barstool just slightly, until the fabric of his jeans brushed up against Kuni’s knees.
“Don’t have any. Where’s yours?”
“Don’t have any, either.”
“Well, we have that in common then, hm?” Kuni smiled, his lips pursing and his cheeks glowing a rosy red. Kazuha couldn’t tell if it was from the alcohol or his own presence.
Kazuha let a smirk tug on the corner of his lip. “I have a feeling we won’t have much else in common, Kuni.”
“Oh? Why do you think that?” the other cleared his throat, hiding the tiny hitch in his tone—a result of hearing Kazuha say his name so casually like he had.
Kazuha shrugged and gulped down the last sip of his whiskey. “I don’t know. Just a feeling. It doesn’t mean I don’t think we’ll get along… on the contrary, I believe it will make our conversation much more interesting.”
“How so?”
“I’m interested to hear about you. I haven’t seen you around this club before; I come here nearly twice a week. Are you new in town?”
Seeing Kazuha’s empty drink, Kuni nonchalantly flicked his hand into the air and summoned the bartender once again. He twirled his finger in a circular motion before pointing at the empty glass, in which the bartender quickly refilled without a moment of hesitation. Kuni then tapped two of his fingers on the table, which the bartender seemed to understand what it meant… before she ran off to attend to other customers.
The whole encounter was so brief and seamless that it almost looked like a performance, set up directly in front of Kazuha’s eyes. Not to mention, he now had a fresh glass of his favorite whiskey right at his fingertips—free of charge.
“Who comes to a nightclub twice a week? All alone, too?” Kuni questioned, dodging Kazuha’s inquiry about himself. He continued his act of casualty by pulling the single cherry out of his cocktail and sandwiching it carefully behind his teeth. He pursed his lips around it, popped it off the stem, chewed it slowly, and then swallowed… before sticking the stem on the edge of his lip and twiddling it between his teeth.
Kazuha couldn’t help the tiny smile that tugged at his lip, simply because… this man was quite the character, indeed. Kazuha merely needed two minutes to deduce how desperately Kuni desired attention. Why else would he dress in an outfit so eccentric and feminine, seemingly all alone at this club, buying a fruity cocktail and constantly fidgeting with things in a way that forced Kazuha’s gaze upon different parts of his body…
And it only made it better when he was proven successful in his attention-seeking endeavor. Just as Kuni wanted, Kazuha found himself unable to keep his eyes off his plush lips, them being slick and slightly crimson with grenadine.
“It’s close to my apartment, and cheap. I also find the ambience strangely charming.”
Kuni smiled and quickly scanned his eyes through the club before letting them land back on Kazuha. “Hm, I see what you mean. It’s quaint.”
“Right? It’s not trashy, either. The majority of cheap Chicago nightclubs are filled with strippers and old, smelly men that have either too much money to spend or too much predatorial lust they know what to do with. The female dancers aren’t the problem—it’s the old men, of course.”
Kuni suddenly averted his eyes to his hands, expression turning dark for only a fleeting moment. “Mm, yes… the men…”
Kazuha continued on, pretending he didn’t notice. “Mhm. So I’ve taken a liking to this club. I don’t usually like to go to bars… it gets too rowdy.”
“But a club doesn’t?”
“It’s a different kind of rowdy. A more lighthearted one… less filled with drunks and more filled with party goers.”
Kuni smiled and nodded his head, scanning his eyes through the club once more just to properly take in the atmosphere. There were plenty of men and women dancing on the floor, bodies being lit up by colorful flashing lights that went in tune with the booming music.
“Well, Kazuha… do you want to dance?”
The man in question breathed out an airy chuckle and waved his hand in denial. “I’ll pass. I don’t dance.”
“Whaaat?” Kuni drawled, letting his still grenadine covered lips droop into a pout, “Why not? That’s no fun…”
“I’m not a very good dancer.” Kazuha rebutted, resting his cheek in his palm and letting his eyes flutter—an attempt at trying to cover the way his gaze still couldn’t leave the other man’s lips. They must taste so sweet…
Kuni stared back at Kazuha for a moment, his own gaze flicking from his lips and then back to his crimson eyes. He rubbed his tongue across his teeth, appled his cheeks into a tight smile, and then rolled his eyes playfully.
“Alright, fine… will you at least watch me dance? Maybe you could learn a thing or two.”
Kazuha hummed and dipped his chin in response. “Hm… sure, why not. Show me what you can do, pretty boy.”
As Kuni threw back the last of his drink and hopped off his barstool, he gave Kazuha a charming look; one filled with unmeasurable yet copious amounts of allurement. He briskly unzipped his coat and threw it over the edge of his chair, using it almost as collateral to promise he would be back…
Kuni let his hand drag along the other man’s thigh as he began walking towards the dance floor, that same smug smile written all over his face. He lingered for a moment, back facing the dance floor, eyes glimmering briefly before one was extinguished by a quick wink.
Kazuha knew exactly what this man was doing.
He crossed his legs over one another and rested his back against the bar, watching amusingly as Kuni skipped towards the edge of the dance floor and merged himself into the mix. Multiple fleeting glimpses were exchanged between the two, almost as a way to make sure Kazuha was watching. Which, he sure damn was…
He watched as Kuni swayed and jumped on the dance floor, lean limbs twirling and moving like water in tune with the sound waves. His bare stomach shimmered and flashed with the pinks and blues of spotlights, baggy cargo pants barely hanging onto his waist, hip bones flashing and moving with the rhythm. Kuni threw his head back, smiling and laughing, cherry stained lips somehow looking even more delectable than before—now that they were painted with excitement, with fun, with enjoyment.
Kazuha observed with bright eyes as Kuni dragged his hands down his body, palms tracing his dainty figure, fingers catching the edges of his clothing and pulling them even further away from his skin. Kuni jumped and twirled, he pirouetted and spun, he yelped and sang… he looked beautiful. He looked like he was part of the music himself; like he was the bass that rang in the speakers, the drums that pounded in your ears.
Kazuha couldn’t look away. His eyes were magnetized to Kuni; his face, his eyes, his arms, his fingers, his chest, his stomach, his hips, his ass… everything, all at once. He didn’t know if it was just the alcohol talking, but suddenly he felt as if he absolutely needed a taste. He needed a taste of Kuni. He absolutely needed it.
Before Kazuha knew it, all the sudden he was far away from the bar and instead walking directly towards Kuni on the dance floor. He felt his stomach tighten as Kuni noticed him, eyes lighting up and arms reaching out as if to pull him into the crowd. No words were spoken, only little noises of excitement from Kuni’s lips and breathy chuckles of amusement from Kazuha’s.
Kazuha’s hands were quick in finding their place on Kuni’s sides. His palms rounded over his bare hip bones, fingers digging into his skin and relishing in their soft sharpness. Kuni threw his arms around Kazuha’s shoulders and began swaying their bodies together with the beat, eyes stuck on the other’s face the entire time, expression glimmering with one of the widest smiles Kazuha had ever seen.
The two of them nearly merged into one as they danced, hips finding themselves grinding into each other, legs intertwining and stepping beside one another as if it were a ballroom dance. Kuni’s hands found themselves dug into Kazuha’s hair, rubbing from the back of his head to his nape, fingers tracing along his jawline and thumb rubbing over his bottom lip…
Their eyes were connected, sapphire staring into crimson, crimson staring into sapphire. Lips parted and breaths heavy, they drew closer and closer… chests brushing against each other, foreheads pressed, heads tentatively tilting opposite each other as lips magnetized closer…
Until they finally connected, Kazuha’s tongue prodding into Kuni’s mouth and lapping up all that sweetness he had been fantasizing about ever since he laid eyes on him. Kuni stood on his tiptoes and grabbed either side of Kazuha’s face in his hands, squishing his cheeks and pulling him deeper into their kiss. He let out tiny moans and whines into the other's mouth, sending vibrations down his throat. Kazuha groped tighter onto Kuni’s hips, hands roaming lower and lower until his thumbs hung off his belt loops and his fingers pressed into his ass.
They didn’t care about anyone around them, nor did they care to show any modesty towards one another. They both knew what this was, and they weren’t going to be afraid to dive right in.
Kazuha tugged Kuni closer to him, hands migrating up his sides and over his bare stomach. Their lips thrashed against each other, knowing no easy pace, unrelenting and starving for more. Kuni let his hands drag down Kazuha’s chest, fumbling at the buttons of his shirt and eventually finding their way past the beltline of his jeans.
Kuni’s dainty fingers groped at Kazuha’s bulge behind the pesky barrier of clothes, doing a surprisingly successful job at riling the other man up further. Kazuha leaned into Kuni’s grasp, hands digging tighter into his sides, teeth biting down on the other’s lip in his mouth and pulling on it roughly.
“You know no subtlety, do you, Kuni?”
The man in question looked up at Kazuha through glassy half-lids, an almost sadistic smile pulling back his lips. “Why would I? I have no need or want to be subtle.”
“Is that so? I could tell.” Kazuha’s hands didn’t cease in their roaming, fingers still digging into bone and nails digging into skin.
“How so?”
“From the very moment you first spoke to me, I knew you were coming on to me. Did you walk over to the bar in the first place just to spark a conversation with me?”
Kuni’s smile faded for a second, his brow pinching momentarily before softening. A softer smile appeared back on his lips as he chuckled, wrapping both his arms around Kazuha’s shoulders and leaning close into his neck. He let his cherried lips plant soft and wet kisses against his skin, relishing in the way Kazuha leaned his head back to allow him more free roam.
Kuni’s lips traveled higher, kissing the dip where his ear met the far corner of his jaw. He grinned and bit into Kazuha’s earlobe gently, wiggling it around in his teeth before opening his mouth and whispering as softly as he could…
“You caught me, Kazuha…” he purred, voice soft and sweet yet tainted with hunger. “You say I know no subtlety? You’d be right by making that assumption… what I really want is for you to bend me over like a whore, making me take your cock until I physically can’t anymore.”
Kazuha couldn’t help but let his breath hitch in his throat at hearing Kuni’s words. He knew that was something along the lines of what he wanted, but… it was still jarring to hear it be said so explicitly and shamelessly.
“Haha… do you not feel embarrassed, saying those things so confidently out loud? To someone you met no more than fifteen minutes ago?”
Kuni giggled and rested one hand against the other man’s chest, letting his knee hitch up until it pressed right in between Kazuha’s legs. He leaned his head against his shoulder and watched his chest as it rose, his breath turning shakier, hips hitching as he grinded into the pressure Kuni was providing.
“I don’t feel embarrassed at all, darling…” he mused, “I want what I want, and if you can give that to me, then… great. But if not, then I better be on my way. Don’t you think?”
Kazuha stayed silent for a moment, mind drowning out all the bustling people and loud music around him. For a fleeting second, he experienced an instinctual gut feeling that thought; maybe… maybe he shouldn’t agree to Kuni’s advances. But, as he felt Kuni’s knee grind harder and his hands roam his skin; as he heard his soft breath and tasted the sweetness on this man’s lips… that gut feeling was quickly replaced by the aching feeling in between his legs.
“Alright, pretty boy…” he finally responded, tangling his fingers in Kuni’s mulletted hair and pulling his head back until their eyes could meet. “Shall we?”
—
The two men were quick in their endeavor. They threw on their coats and gloves, bodies brushing against each other the entire time, eyes never leaving each other’s bodies. They chugged their drinks and ran out into the cold and snowy night, lips interlocking between every intersection as they stumbled through the streets of the city.
Kazuha’s apartment was only a few blocks down, true to his story of only visiting that nightclub since it was a short walk from his place. As they reached the building, they quickly ran up the metal stairs—echoes of their kisses bouncing off the concrete walls, little giggles mixing in between the gaps.
Before they knew it, the door to Kazuha’s apartment was slammed shut by Kuni’s eager hands. Jackets fell to the floor and shoes clambered in the alcove, while hats and needless layers of clothing were left in a messy trail leading directly to Kazuha’s bedroom.
The two of them stumbled in circles as they fought for who wanted to kiss who harder; who wanted to lead in what came next, who wanted to devour the other more. Ultimately, Kuni was the one who won. He used his pristine and dainty hands to flick Kazuha’s body backwards onto the bed, elbows holding him up and knees bent over the edge. Kuni’s flushed and sweaty face pulled into a grin as he stared at the scene presented to him; Kazuha gazing back up with lust written in the fiery burn of his eyes, lips slightly parted and tongue carefully begging behind his teeth.
“You look pathetic, Kazuha. So eager to fuck me.”
Kazuha’s eyes fluttered closed as he stifled a choked laugh. “Really? As if you weren’t the one who begged for it in the first place.”
“You think that was me begging?” Kuni jeered, taking a step closer to the bed. “I mean, I can beg if you want me to beg…”
Kuni wedged his knee up onto the edge—right in between Kazuha’s legs—before leaning over and planting both hands on either side of Kazuha’s body. His face hung mere inches over him, head teetering back and forth, eyes dark and hazy, lips creeping into a charming grin…
“Oh, Kazuha, please… please, Kazuha, fuck me. Fuck me Kazuha, I need you so bad… I’ll do anything, just please… I need your cock so bad, Kazuha, please…”
Kuni’s voice was high-pitched and breathy, while his tone teetered on condescension and mockery. He held the side of Kazuha’s face in his hand, leaning down and peppering wet kisses on his jawline as he ‘begged’.
Kazuha’s body shook with an amused laugh. “Wow, Kuni… you can put on quite the show.”
The other man smiled against Kazuha’s neck before lifting his head swiftly, staring down into Kazuha’s eyes and smiling giddily. “Well? How was it? Did you enjoy it?”
“I mean, it was great, but… I’d like it better if it was real.”
Before Kuni could dive back into his little game, Kazuha craned his neck and enveloped their lips into a kiss. He lurched forward with each motion, almost as if he was chasing Kuni for more… his hand started to roam the other’s body, reaching up and tugging on the hem of his tank top.
Kuni arched his back towards Kazuha, hiking his knee up further and applying more pressure in between Kazuha’s legs. He grinned against his lips as he felt the man jerk ever so slightly against the stimulation…
Growing impatient, Kazuha used his core muscles to hold himself up while he grabbed the bottom of Kuni’s shirt with both hands. He eagerly pulled it upwards, shimmying it over Kuni’s shoulders until it was free from his chest and tossed across the room.
Caught in between moans that fluttered on his breath while they kissed, Kuni adjusted himself until he sat right on top of Kazuha’s lap—arms wrapped over his shoulders, bare chest pressed against his skin, hips hitching into Kazuha’s own.
He leaned back as he felt Kazuha’s fingers begin to wiggle at Kuni’s beltline, trying to get down his pants and struggling against the awkward angle. As Kazuha’s hand finally reached his destination, he suddenly paused. He was surprised to feel… a pussy at his fingertips.
“Hm?” Kazuha opened his eyes and pulled back from their kiss, eyes flicking down to his hand before coming back up to Kuni’s eyes. Kuni just stared back at him, slick and red lips held into a tight smile.
Before saying anything else, Kazuha fleetingly averted his gaze to Kuni’s torso… where he found faint, darkened scars underneath his chest.
“Well, this is a surprise.” he chuckled, fingers still pressed motionless between Kuni’s folds.
“What, that I’m trans? Yeah, sorry… forgot to mention that. I guess I even forget about it sometimes, too.”
“No, no, Kuni… don’t apologize.” Kazuha swiftly shook his head, leaning forward and pampering soft kisses against Kuni’s collarbones. “I don’t mind at all. It makes no difference to me, I just wasn’t expecting it.”
Kuni grinned and leaned his head back, allowing for Kazuha to pepper his lips further up his neck. As he did so, he also ground his hips forwards only slightly… in just the perfect way that allowed for Kazuha’s fingers to rub against his burning clit—the one that was slick and hot and pleading for stimulation.
“So… does that mean you’re into this sort of thing, Kazuha?”
The man in question smiled against Kuni’s soft skin and gently curled his middle finger upwards, pressing against his entrance teasingly. Fuck, was he wet… his juices were practically spilling out of him, covering Kazuha’s fingers despite the fact he had barely even touched him yet.
“Well, I wouldn’t say it like that… it’s not like I have some weird fetish for it. I don’t want you to think that at all, Kuni… it truthfully makes no difference to me. You’re still a man in my eyes, no less of one.”
Kuni abruptly pushed his hands against the other man’s chest, sending him flying backwards on the bed until he had Kazuha pinned underneath him. Kuni grinned and lifted Kazuha’s chin with his finger, his other hand planted firmly beside his head.
“Well, thank you… Now, I don’t want to be rude, but will you fuck me already? I’m getting impatient.”
Kazuha’s eyebrows perked slightly for a moment, before an amused chuckle shook his body. “Well, my apologies… I suppose I got a little carried away. Is it so wrong for someone to want to converse with the person they’re being intimate with?”
Kuni’s hand tightened on Kazuha’s chin, leaving him straining his neck to keep eye contact. “Mm, no, there isn’t. But, I seek only to satisfy my lust. Understand, darling?”
The look of darkness that appeared on Kuni’s face was one that sent shivers down the other’s spine; shivers of intimidation mixed with the rising feeling of desire. Desire to make this man in front of him feel good… just as he so desperately wanted. Or perhaps needed.
“Fine,” Kazuha purred, his own gaze darkening to the shade of fresh blood to match. “Is… this better?”
Kuni seemed to have forgotten that Kazuha’s hand was still down his pants—for when he quickly pushed two fingers into his cunt, it sent a low and shocked moan to bubble off his lips.
He hung his head and opened his mouth, a deep breath releasing and warming Kazuha’s chest. Kuni narrowed his eyes as he looked at the gap between his jeans and lower stomach… where he could see Kazuha’s strong hand tensing and relaxing while it pumped slowly in and out of his cunt.
A smirk grew on Kuni’s lips as his hips started to subconsciously roll into it, fucking himself further onto Kazuha’s fingers, body already beginning to tingle from such mundane yet needed stimulation.
“Yes…” he murmured, voice thick with satisfactory lust and relief, “Much, much better… good boy.”
Kazuha’s fingers continued to fuck into Kuni’s cunt, his juices spilling down his hand and staining the boxer briefs that Kuni wore. He took shaky breaths as he felt the other man clench around his fingers, hips rolling and grinding as he basically fucked himself with Kazuha’s hand as a vessel. The lewd sounds of squelching and quiet moans echoed against the walls, filling Kazuha’s ears like a symphony, only causing the ache between his own thighs to burn hotter and hotter.
“Fuck, Kuni,” Kazuha eventually chuckled, his eyes not knowing whether to look at Kuni’s pussy or his beautiful face that hung mere inches above his own, expression tightening and tweaking as he pleased himself. “You’re so wet already. Look at you, staining your own clothes and everything… were you really so desperate to leave that club just to take my fingers?”
“Mm…” Kuni hummed, barely paying any attention to what Kazuha just said, his left hand digging into the sheets next to Kazuha’s head and his right hand coming up to cover his mouth. He lowered his head and squeezed his eyes shut, body moving back and forth quicker and quicker as he desperately chased his premature climax.
High pitched moans fell from the gaps in between his fingers as fire burned in his abdomen, back arching and body shaking and walls tightening and fluttering as he came on Kazuha’s fingers. It happened so quickly and with so much urgency that Kazuha almost missed the whole thing entirely.
As Kuni finished, he relaxed his body and collapsed his head onto Kazuha’s chest. He took heavy breaths while reaching down and pulling Kazuha’s fingers out of him, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking his own wetness off them—with as much leisure as one would show while drinking water off the bedside table.
Kazuha was left staring at Kuni’s reddened face resting on his chest, brows furrowed and heart racing. “You’re… you came already?”
“Mhm.” Kuni chirped, “Just needed to get one out before we really started. Can you blame me? Like I said, I’m only looking to satisfy my own lust. Just wanted to cum on your fingers to test the waters.”
Before Kazuha could even find the breath to reply, Kuni had already crawled off of him and crouched by his side. He roughly grabbed onto Kazuha’s shirt and pulled it off before moving to do the same with his pants, leaving him bare and exposed on the bed. Before Kuni continued with whatever mission he seemed to be carrying out, he had to pause for only a moment to revel at Kazuha’s own excitement.
“Well, now look at you…” he purred, reaching his hand forward and trailing two dainty fingers gently along Kazuha’s raging erection. “So hard… so big. This will be fun.”
Kazuha twitched as he soaked up the faint stimulation of Kuni’s fingers against his cock, eyes fluttering and chest rising with anticipation. The more Kuni spoke and the more he did, Kazuha was growing increasingly captivated by his character. He was peculiar, that was for sure… and very forward with what he wanted. He had never met anyone with this much confidence and sureness in what they desired, and he was more than excited to indulge in such a person…
Kuni then smiled down at Kazuha, eyes squinting and cheeks appling. Again, before the other man could even reply, Kuni grabbed onto Kazuha’s hands and pulled them above his head. He set them firmly on top of the bedpost, crossing his wrists before looking back down at Kazuha—who had a look of surprise on his face, mixed with the blush of drunken desire.
“Stay.”
Kuni left Kazuha’s hands there before leaning over the edge of the bed and rummaging through the small bag he initially brought in. After a moment, he popped back up with his hands full of soft red ropes.
“Do you mind if I use these?” Kuni asked, eyes lidded.
“Uh… on me?”
Kuni nodded and purred out an “Mhm.”
Kazuha eyed the other man for a moment, a faint part of him feeling a bit nervous to be tied up… after all, there was a sexual killer out on the loose. Can never be too careful, can you? But, then again, he did love the occasional light bondage during sex every once in a while… he couldn’t help himself, especially with someone such as Kuni.
“I would love that. Just—don’t tie them too tight. I’m not too fond of having rope burns on my wrists.”
Kuni perked up at Kazuha’s answer and smiled, leaning forward and beginning to wrap the ropes around his wrists without a single moment to waste. He hummed under his breath as he wrapped it once, twice, then three times… before securing it around the middle and finally tying it firmly to the headboard. When he was done, he sat back on his heels and merely observed the masterpiece he had made of Kazuha.
Kazuha laid there completely bare, skin slightly flushed with the rising anticipation of arousal, cock laying erect on his lower stomach, strong arms tied above his head and accenting the faint muscles in his chest and stomach. His face was flushed as well, lips parted with heavy and anxious breaths vibrating across them, crimson eyes glassy with desire, brow tensed and focused in the middle as he fantasized about what Kuni’s pussy would feel like on his cock…
Fuck. Kuni couldn’t help but lick his lips eagerly.
“There… look at you, Kazuha. So obedient, so willing to be left vulnerable at my hands… you’re such a good boy, you know that?”
Kazuha chewed on the inside of his mouth as his gaze traveled along Kuni’s body; him crawling closer to Kazuha and mounting him slowly, bare body glistening under the yellowed light, dripping cunt hovering mere inches away from his cock. He wasn’t one who usually took such explicit praises from other people, yet he couldn’t help but feel oddly fulfilled from Kuni’s extollments.
Kuni hung his head closer to Kazuha’s, one hand coming to cup his cheek and the other hand lowering and grabbing onto his cock. He lifted it carefully with his dainty fingers, lining it up to his hole before ever so slowly lowering his hips…
“H-Hold on…” Kazuha suddenly interrupted, pausing Kuni in his movements. “Shouldn’t we use some protection?”
Kuni seemed to find that quite amusing, for a hearty laugh erupted from his chest. “No, no, darling… if this is just a one time thing, I wanna feel everything to the best of my abilities. No condom in the way… Besides, I trust you.”
Kazuha didn’t really know if he trusted Kuni, but he wasn’t going to argue with him on this matter.
With that, Kuni resumed himself lowering down onto Kazuha’s cock… until his tip just barely dipped into his cunt, entering and exiting much faster than Kazuha could even register its feeling.
“Ah—“ Kazuha sighed, dropping his head and tugging his arms frustratedly against the ropes. “Don’t tease me like that, Kuni… I just want to feel you.”
The smaller man’s expression lit up with mischievous amusement as he witnessed Kazuha’s sexual frustration right before his eyes. How beautiful… teasing a man with his addicting pussy until they eventually broke into a sputtering, sobbing mess. He wanted to see that on Kazuha’s face…
“Uh-uh, not yet, baby.” Kuni cooed as he slowly crawled up Kazuha’s body. In an instant, his hand suddenly came up and pushed hard onto Kazuha’s forehead, sending his head backwards and keeping it there firmly. Kazuha let out a grunt of surprise as he was held there against his will, the other man now crawling further and further up his body until he hovered directly over Kazuha’s mouth.
“What are you—”
“I want you to taste me.” Kuni quickly interrupted, his fingers parting slightly so Kazuha’s eyes could peek out between his hand. Kuni looked down and locked their gazes, grinning and licking his lips. “Can you do that for me?”
Kazuha stared up at him, breath caught in his throat and neck already growing sore from being pushed back so far. But, seeing Kuni’s delicious pussy hovering right above his lips… it already slick and swollen, begging for stimulation, the mere sight of it dragging him in by the throat until he could barely take it anymore.
“Yes… yes, please, Kuni.”
A deeper grin tugged at Kuni’s lips, his hand releasing from Kazuha’s forehead and instead dragging down to trace his lips, before pulling up on his chin and tapping it gently. “Good boy. Now, etch this flavor deep into your memories… because you will never taste a pussy as good as mine. Ever again. Open your mouth.”
Kazuha did as Kuni told and dropped his jaw open, keeping his eyes firmly on the other man as if his life depended on it.
“Drop your tongue.”
Again, Kazuha did just as Kuni said.
“Perfect…” he purred, a sadistic grin tugging at the edges of his lips. Kuni then looked forward and leaned his head back, steadying himself by holding one hand on the headboard—while the other already dug deep into Kazuha’s hair. Kuni took a deep breath before slowly lowering his hips… until his cunt made contact with Kazuha’s tongue, and he immediately dove into his meal.
Kazuha’s whole body stiffened as his mouth was filled with the flavor of Kuni’s wetness, covering every surface in a thin layer of sweet and tart. Kuni ground his hips forward as the tip of Kazuha’s tongue caught on the ridge of his entrance, trailing up until it flicked at his clit. Kazuha then dragged the backside of his tongue back over Kuni’s swollen clit, letting it roll until it flattened out again and dragged along the whole surface.
“Fuck, yes…” Kuni moaned, his voice hung in a whisper-like trance. He bucked his hips forwards and backwards, riding Kazuha’s tongue, dropping up and down slowly to apply more or less pressure. Kazuha’s hands struggled against the ropes as he so desperately wished to reach forward and sink his grip into Kuni’s thighs… and yet, he couldn’t, and so all he could do was strain his neck upwards in the hopes he could taste more, feel more, devour more…
The smaller man sped up the pace of his hips as he was dragged further and further into his pleasure, moans and whines rolling off his tongue mixed with the occasional whimper of Kazuha’s name. Kuni leaned back and placed one hand on Kazuha’s chest while the other still tugged at his hair, guiding his head further into his cunt as Kuni fucked into it.
“Kazuha, fuck…” Kuni whined, his thighs squeezing tighter around his head as his climax hung by a thread. “That feels so good, god your tongue feels so good.”
Kazuha took shivering breaths during the few moments in which he could, the rest of his energy spewing directly into eating Kuni’s pussy with everything he had in him. He lapped at his cunt, fucking his tongue into his entrance and gleaming as he felt Kuni’s walls tighten around him. His thighs squeezed together in some desperate attempt at feeling something, his whole body aching for some sort of stimulation. Kuni tasted so good… he felt so good on top of him, his slender fingers digging into his chest as Kazuha pleased him the best he could, his hips bucking against his lips, his cunt spilling into his mouth.
Kuni suddenly sat up and leaned forward, placing both his hands on the headboard and resting his forehead right above where Kazuha’s hands were tied. He arched his back and stuttered his hips on Kazuha’s face, his stomach clenching as the last string holding him together finally snapped.
Kuni’s whole body froze up as he came, thighs shaking and squeezing Kazuha’s head. He dropped open his mouth in a shivering moan, his tongue subconsciously falling and sucking lazily on Kazuha’s fingers tied below him. His cunt spilled with warmth and his entrance fluttered as his orgasm rolled through his entire body, all of it happening right on top of Kazuha’s tongue—which was still lapping gently, the tip of it poking in and out of Kuni’s entrance in some attempt at swallowing every last drop of his wetness.
Finally, as Kuni fell from his high, his whole body relaxed. He tipped over Kazuha and fell flat on the bed beside him, arms splayed out and back pressed against the sheets. He took heavy and weak breaths, eyes closed while he tried to regain some sort of composure.
Meanwhile, Kazuha laid beside him, cock leaking desperately on his lower stomach and face slick with Kuni’s cum. His chin glimmered with wetness, lips swollen and red from being fucked on top of so brutally. Fuck, fuck… he needed to feel Kuni on top of him. He needed his cock inside of him, inside of that delectable cunt, the one he would never forget, the one that most definitely was the best he had ever tasted.
After a moment, Kuni sighed and opened his eyes, rolling over into his side. When his gaze traveled to Kazuha’s face, he was pleased to see a look of pure primal lust and need painted in every nerve of his expression.
Kazuha’s red eyes were glassy and watery as he focused on the ceiling, face slick and lips swollen, cheeks flushed a bright red, mouth hanging open and shaky breaths rolling off his tongue. His white hair was a mess, arms tense beside his head and fingers digging into his palms above him. When Kuni looked down, he saw Kazuha’s knees hiked up on the bed, thighs squeezing together and rubbing shakily against his leaking cock, showing Kuni just how desperate he was to be touched.
“You did so good, baby.” Kuni purred, leaning up on his elbows and pulling Kazuha’s face towards him with a gentle hand. “So, so good. I haven’t had someone eat me out like that in quite a long time…”
“K-Kuni, please…” was all that stuttered off Kazuha’s tongue, his whole face twitching with desperation.
“What, do you want to fuck me? Do you wanna be touched?” Kuni cooed, tilting his head and pouting his lips slightly. Kazuha couldn’t even respond, all he could do was nod his head fervently.
“Awh, you poor thing…”
Kuni slowly sat up and crawled down Kazuha’s body, his hand gently grabbing onto his thigh and spreading him open. Kazuha kept his eyes duly on Kuni the whole entire time, watching as he leaned over his waist and took his cock gently in his hand, mouth opening and tongue dropping, head lowering as he took Kazuha’s tip so lightly into his mouth…
“Ahh—” Kazuha couldn’t help but whimper out as Kuni swirled his tongue around his leaking and swollen head, sending shivers down his spine and satisfaction through his veins. Kazuha subconsciously bucked his hips upwards, pushing his cock further into Kuni’s mouth, trying so fucking hard to just feel something. And yet, when he did so, Kuni didn’t seem to like it; for he immediately removed his mouth from his cock, looking up at Kazuha with a frown.
“Did I say you could fuck my mouth?”
His tone was serious.
“Uh, n-no…”
“Exactly. Ugh, Kazuha… you were being such a good boy, and then you go and do that?”
“No, Kuni, I’m—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, it was just a reaction, please…” Kazuha sputtered pathetically, shaking his head aggressively and whining as if he was a little kid. No, no, he needed this, he couldn’t fuck it up… fuck, he needed it so bad, he needed Kuni…
Kuni’s frown stayed for a moment, before it was replaced with an amused smile and a low chuckle. He looked down and shook his head, letting his laughter run its course. Kazuha froze up and just simply stared at the man below him, confusion overtaking his senses.
“Alright, Kazu… I suppose since it was only once, I can forgive you.” Kuni tutted, shooting Kazuha an endearing smile as he leaned on his elbow, fingers leisurely tracing up his erection.
“Thank you… thank you…” the other man breathed, body writhing as Kuni touched him, head spinning as he yearned to be touched the way he so desperately needed.
Kuni grinned up at Kazuha, eyes turning dark once again. He chuckled softly under his breath—so soft that it was hard to tell if it even happened at all—before sitting up and straddling Kazuha’s lap. Kuni sat on top of him, adjusting his body until his dripping pussy rubbed right up against his upper thigh. Kazuha glared down through his eyelids as the other man grinded slowly up and down, up and down… wetness spreading across his thigh, skin burning with the sensation of Kuni’s cunt against it.
Kuni simply held Kazuha’s gaze, his eyes doe-like and his mouth upturned into a mischievous grin. He parted his lips and let out quiet, breathy moans… his whole body arching and moving as he fucked himself on Kazuha’s thigh. He refused to touch the other’s cock, instead using his hands to further guide himself up and down, up and down.
Kazuha glared at him through a clenched jaw, his sexual frustration reaching a height he had never felt before. Kuni was completely and entirely messing with him; he already came once on Kazuha’s fingers, then in his mouth, and now he was going to cum on his thigh… while Kazuha received practically nothing, barely enough to even remember the feeling.
He was all for pleasing the other party—hell, there were plenty of times where he let his partner get off while he didn’t receive anything in return. Happily. But, not like this… not when Kuni kept teasing him; giving him just a little taste, and then revoking it at the last second. Making him beg, tying him up, tearing down his dignity…
‘I seek only to satisfy my lust.’
That was what Kuni said. Did he truly mean that… in the most literal way possible? Only his lust. Only his.
Fuck.
Kuni continued to pleasure himself against Kazuha’s thigh, his pace picking up and his noises becoming more real than before. His hands gripped into Kazuha’s skin, body warming up as he felt his third climax begin to snap—
Until suddenly, Kazuha forcefully lifted his leg. He pulled his knee up, causing Kuni to fall forward, revoking his spot of fucking Kazuha’s thigh. He let out a surprised gasp as he now sat on Kazuha’s stomach, glaring down and reading the frustration behind his gaze.
“What was that for?” Kuni started to complain.
“Kuni.” Kazuha’s voice was stern. The man in question pressed his lips together and narrowed his eyes.
“Yes?”
“Please… stop this. Stop teasing me, when I’m so vulnerable like this. You know, I want to feel good, too. I want to fuck you. I really, really do. I can make you feel good.”
“Who are you to order me around like that? You’ve barely known me for more than a few hours. I can do what I want—”
“Well, if you’re going to think like that… then who are you to be ordering me around like this? Who are you to be treating me like your own personal fuck toy?”
“Cause you are.”
Kazuha raised his eyebrow and furthered his glare at the other man. Kuni rolled his eyes, taking in a deep breath before leaning over and grabbing Kazuha’s face in his hands.
“Baby, you don’t want to know who I am…” he whispered, voice teetering on a hum. “All you need to know is that I’m the best you’ll ever have. Even if only once.”
Kazuha pushed an amused laugh out of his nostrils. “Well, isn’t that cryptic? How can you be so sure, if you can’t even muster up enough courage to actually take my cock? What, is it too big for you…? Scared I’m gonna hurt that pretty little pussy of yours?”
Something about that sentence must have struck a chord in Kuni, because as soon as he processed what it meant… his whole demeanor changed. He grit his teeth and narrowed his eyes, his grip on Kazuha’s chin becoming more stern. He made a hmph noise before clicking his tongue and sitting up, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Don’t get all cocky now. Of course I’m not scared— ”
“Really?” Kazuha drawled, interrupting Kuni with ease. “Then why is it… you’ve been avoiding it this whole time? Pleasing yourself on just about every other part of my body, and yet only putting your attention on me when you seem to be deciding whether or not you're ready for it yet.”
“Wha— I, you don’t understand—”
“Aw, look at you! Can’t even get your words out now, isn’t that cute…” Kazuha giggled, his face up turning into a charmed smile. God, was it fun playing with Kuni’s emotions like this… he was just so cocksure only moments before, and now he was stuttering over his words like a fool.
“Fuck you, Kazuha.”
“Don’t be mean… if you want to prove me wrong, then go right ahead. I’m all yours. I’ve been waiting, princess.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I never said that.”
Without another word, Kuni briskly sat up on his knees and scooted himself downwards. He pushed Kazuha’s knee back down flat, before positioning himself over his waist and gently grabbing onto his erection. He clenched his teeth while he lined himself up, hand holding Kazuha’s cock steady, eyes already squinting as he anticipated the pressure…
“Go on. You can do it. Take your time, be gentle.” Kazuha encouraged, his voice smooth and his chest tightening as he watched. Kuni had a weak semblance of confidence plastered into his body language, which only made it cuter as he hesitantly lowered himself on Kazuha’s cock.
The smaller man let out a sharp breath as his walls were stretched against only the tip of Kazuha’s cock; he was no stranger to people of his size, yet still… Kazuha was so big that even he knew it would take some time getting used to. Kuni hated to admit it—for someone of his caliber—but he did have a hard time adjusting to being filled up. At least he didn’t have to take it in his ass like other gay men…
The muscles in Kuni’s jaw fluttered as he swallowed Kazuha’s cock slowly but surely, body tensing the further it went, shouldering the initial sharp pinch as it kept going deeper and deeper.
“Fuck…” he hissed through clenched teeth, his walls tightening around Kazuha’s great length. He hated that initial pain… yet it was all worth it for the pleasure that came after.
Kazuha, on the other hand, was trying so fucking hard to hold in his moans. God, did Kuni feel good… and he had barely even started. He clenched around him so good, it was so warm, he was so wet, so fucking wet… not to mention how fucking tense Kazuha had been, waiting to fuck Kuni, waiting to be pleased.
As Kuni finally bottomed out, he sat there unmoving for a moment, trying to get himself to adjust… he held his breath and refused eye contact with Kazuha, instead staring at his tied up hands and watching as his fingers twitched with anticipation.
“Good boy, Kuni… see? It wasn’t so hard. Do you feel okay?”
Kuni grit his teeth and clenched around Kazuha’s cock, an easy way at toying with his desires. “Just peachy.”
After another moment or so, Kuni lifted his hips just slightly. He rose up on Kazuha’s cock, pausing when he felt him hold his breath, and then dropped down until his cock was once again swallowed whole. Kuni tried to hold back a smile as he felt Kazuha’s hips stutter, an obvious attempt at him trying to thrust into Kuni… anything, just anything he could do to feel something.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Kazu. Let me go at my own pace, or else I won’t give you what you want.”
The urge to defy Kuni’s words and just thrust into him as hard as he could was almost too strong to contain, but… Kazuha decided against it at the last second. He didn’t quite know what Kuni was capable of, but he could take a few wild guesses.
Kuni slowly started speeding up his pace—lifting up and down on Kazuha’s cock, grinding his hips gently to get that extra stimulation. His mouth dropped open as he got used to being filled up, the feeling of pleasure settling deep into his stomach and burrowing into each and every vein in his body.
Kazuha’s arms flexed against their restraints as he tried to contain himself, hips bucking upwards every once in a while, body tensing as he delved into the delectable feeling that was Kuni’s pussy. He watched carefully as the man languidly grinded on top of him, waist flexing and back arching and chest puffing… Kazuha wanted to hold onto Kuni so badly, he wanted to guide his hips as he was fucked, he wants to feel his breaths as they stuttered out of his lungs, and yet… he couldn’t.
And so, all he could do was watch. All he could do was stare at Kuni’s beautiful body on top of him, cunt dripping as it swallowed his cock so perfectly. His thighs flexed as he moved himself up and down, back and forth… his hands pressed against Kazuha’s stomach, fingers digging into his waist, nails scratching his skin and leaving marks that Kazuha wished would never go away.
“Fuck, Kuni… fuck.” Kazuha breathed, his voice edging on a pant. He squirmed underneath Kuni, barely able to contain the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through his body. Why did it feel so good…? Why was it so fucking erotic, watching Kuni fuck himself on his cock? Watching him grind into him all on his own, using Kazuha’s cock to all its ability, swallowing him up so greedily and taking him so fucking well.
“What?” Kuni purred, “Does this feel good? Do I feel good?”
Kazuha nodded fervently, leaning his head back as Kuni bottomed out particularly rough, allowing for Kazuha to feel the tip of his cock kiss deep inside his walls. “God, yes… so good, so fucking good.”
Kuni giggled and leaned forward, planting his hands on either side of Kazuha’s head and hovering over his face. He sank down onto Kazuha’s cock, ass slapping against his thighs, pushing against the weak thrusts that the other could barely muster.
“Oh, Kazuha… you fill me up so well. You’re so good, such a good boy…”
The more praises Kuni spilled, the further desperation filled deeper into Kazuha’s eyes, reflecting like fireworks into Kuni’s own. Kazuha watched through the tiny gap in between their chests as his cock disappeared into Kuni’s body, his wetness glimmering against it when it caught the light. Fuck, fuck…
Kuni leaned down and swallowed Kazuha’s lips into a passionate, hungry kiss… one filled with fervor and lust, each man wanting to taste the other on their tongues as if it were the last thing they would ever do. Kazuha’s hips thrusted upwards in sync with Kuni’s own movements, heat spreading deep under their skin as their climax throbbed on the edge of their senses.
“I bet… you wish… you could hold me…” Kuni breathed through the tiny breaks in their kiss, his cheeks burning and his heart racing.
“Mm… yes, I want… I want to wrap around your waist… and fuck into you…”
“But, baby… you already are.”
“No, it’s… it’s not good enough. I want to feel your pretty waist in my palms, I want to hold you while I make you cum.”
“Mm, who says… you deserve that?”
Kuni bit Kazuha’s bottom lip gently, his hips rising and falling slow but sharp. He let out tiny whimpers and whines, his juices painting Kazuha’s cock, his body melting into the others with each passing second.
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re beautiful, Kuni… so fucking beautiful.”
“I know, baby. I know.”
“So full of yourself…” Kazuha’s nails dug into his palms, grunts bubbling past his lips. He was gonna cum…
“That’s not very nice.”
“You know you’re beautiful… so pretty sitting on my cock. You know that, right?”
“Shut up and keep fucking me.”
Kazuha’s hands shook against his restraints, body thrusting upward desperately as he chased his high. Kuni weakly held himself up, his own body writhing and contorting as he felt his orgasm draw near. He let out crude moans of pleasure, his voice fluttering against itself. Fuck, did it feel good… Kazuha’s cock stretching him so wide, rubbing hard against his walls, kissing the back of his cervix so perfectly, curved in just the right way that touched just the right spot, hips angled in the perfect direction in which Kuni’s clit was receiving faint stimulation on top of taking Kazuha’s cock…
“Kuni, I…” Kazuha started, his words coming out as a whine. He threw his head back and clenched his teeth, his composure unraveling quicker than he could compensate for.
“What is it, Kazu?”
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum, hurry and get off me before—”
“Shh…” Kuni interrupted the other man, pressing his finger against his lips. He grinned down at him, body grinding back and forth as he took Kazuha’s cock. Kuni locked eyes with him, watching his expression change as he slowly dipped his finger into Kazuha’s mouth… making him suck on it, pulling it between his lips. The smaller man leaned in closer and hovered next to Kazuha’s ear, letting faint breathy moans push from his throat.
“You can finish inside… Please, baby, I want your cum inside me. I want to feel it… I’m on the pill, so don’t worry about any of that. Just… cum, Kazuha. Cum for me.”
Kazuha’s hips stuttered frantically as groans echoed off his lips, nails digging into his palms and ropes scratching at his wrists. His stomach clenched as his high rode just on the edge of his senses, ready to burst at any moment, ready to fold under the pleasure of Kuni’s cunt.
Finally, Kazuha’s composure snapped. His whole body locked up for a moment, preparing itself for what was to come, before he bucked his hips one last time and spilled himself inside of Kuni. He bit into the side of his arm as he came, the pleasure being almost too good, too much to handle. He squirmed and whined through his teeth while he finished, feeling the warm sensation of his cum filling inside Kuni and still being fucked back into him as he continued to bounce up and down.
“Mm—” Kuni moaned as the sensation of Kazuha’s cum filled him up, squelching in and out of his pussy, making a mess of Kazuha’s lower body.
“Good… fuck, good boy… Kazuha, the way your cum feels inside of me… it’s so good, I fucking love it.” Kuni mumbled through a messy breath, his forehead pressed against the top of Kazuha’s head and his ass still slapping against his thighs. He felt his own orgasm teetering so close, the sensation of being filled sending him right over the edge…
Kazuha’s body relaxed as he fell from his high, and he was instead left twitching underneath Kuni’s body weight as overstimulation started to hit him. He felt almost delirious, but… not too delirious. He couldn’t be, because what he was about to do… now that he finally finished, he could clear his mind. He could focus on what this was all really for… before it was too late.
“Fuck, you’re still going?” Kazuha choked out, still completely out of breath, trying to act inconspicuous despite the anticipation that burned under his skin.
Kuni simply nodded his head, completely distracted with the mission of trying to get himself to cum against Kazuha’s softening cock.
“You’re such a slut, you know that…?” Kazuha whispered, leaning close to Kuni’s ear, his heart rate suddenly reaching new heights. He soaked up the sweet sounds of Kuni’s moans before he spoke the word that revealed the one thing he knew all along…
“Maneater?”
Before Kazuha could take another breath, Kuni froze. His moans clogged in his throat, his body went stiff, and his hands began to shake next to Kazuha’s body. He didn’t reply.
“What’s wrong?” Kazuha cooed, holding the best semblance of confidence in his tone that he could. “Are you afraid? Are you scared that I know who you are?”
Without hesitation, Kuni briskly sat up and lunged forward, wrapping his hands around Kazuha’s throat and squeezing as hard as he could. No… how the fuck did he know? When did he figure it out? When did Kazuha figure out that he was the Maneater? This didn’t make sense… fuck, he was ruining his whole fucking plan. He was so close, he was so close… This asshole…
Kazuha choked against the pressure of Kuni against his windpipe, and yet he was somehow able to remain calm enough to not struggle. He wasn’t scared… he wasn’t afraid of what Kuni could do to him. No, he was excited… he was excited to catch this murderer once and for all.
“Ack… w-what? Are you gonna kill— kill me?” he choked through strained breaths, a smug smile still on his lips. When he caught Kuni’s gaze, he was met with sapphire eyes filled with the coldness of insanity.
“Shut up.” he hissed, “Shut the fuck up.”
Kuni choked Kazuha harder, a grin twitching at his mouth as he saw his face turn paler by the second.
“How… ack— how are you gonna… do it? S-Strangle me? Shoot me? Cut… cut my throat? Hang me? Gut me?”
“I told you to fucking shut up!” Kuni’s voice was shrill and urgent, anger spitting off his tongue like fire. He squeezed Kazuha’s throat even tighter, nails breaking through skin and nearly drawing blood. A vein bulged from Kuni’s forehead, frustration rushing through his whole body.
“How did you know. How long have you known?”
Kazuha didn’t respond; he only coughed weakly and kept a grin on his face.
“ANSWER ME!”
“Y-You told me… not to talk, darling.”
Kuni tried his hardest not to scream. “You fucking…”
He released one hand from Kazuha’s throat, and instead reached over the side of the bed to rummage through his bag. He used his other hand to firmly keep Kazuha pinned the entire time, gaze stuck on his face, observing with unblinking eyes as he caught the bit of his breath he could. When Kuni found the knife he had in his bag, he brought it up quickly to Kazuha’s neck, and resumed his prior stance.
“Just fucking tell me how you knew.”
Kazuha swallowed roughly and eyed the knife now pressed against his throat, his heart racing in his chest—yet, still not out of fear.
“It’s obvious. You fit the physical description. Your demeanor. The faint yet fresh scratches all over your arms and back. The way you carry yourself. How you’ve been treating me. Where you found me… how you picked me up. All of it.”
Kuni didn’t respond, he only dug the knife deeper into Kazuha’s throat, breaking through the first few layers of skin until warm blood dripped into the dip of his neck.
Kazuha stared up at Kuni, expression unmoving. He wasn’t afraid. He actually almost wanted to laugh. “Although, it was a smart move painting the Maneater as a woman. It meant no one would suspect you… as long as they didn’t know what was under your belt. Hell, it even threw me off at first. I was running on pure instinct, bringing you back here.”
“What, are you a fucking cop?” Kuni hissed, his anger nearly getting the best of him. This all happened so suddenly… no one had ever come close to suspecting him before, even after all the men he had murdered. How did he do it? He had to be a cop. And to think, Kuni was only minutes away from actually killing Kazuha…
“No,” Kazuha started, his voice beginning to sound raspy as the pain from the knife settled in, “But I am a private investigator. Hired to find you.”
Kuni spat out a scoff. “Really? And this was your way of catching me? Isn’t that a little unprofessional? Fucking the person—no, the murderer—you’re hired to catch?”
Kazuha’s arms shook faintly as he began working on sliding the ropes off his wrists. He had to do it slowly but surely, so Kuni wouldn’t find out…
“Like I said; private investigator. Once people come to me, they’re at the end of their ropes. It doesn’t matter how I do it, as long as I get the job done. Why wouldn’t I indulge myself in what you had to offer?”
“You’re sick. What type of fucking lunatic willingly fucks a sexual killer?”
“Says you, the one who has murdered at least a dozen men in the past two months.”
Kuni’s eye twitched with frustration. He was infuriated… what was he supposed to do? Kazuha fucking caught him. He found him out. How much did he know? How close was he being watched? If Kuni killed him, did Kazuha already have a tab on him? If he told somebody ahead of time he was with Kuni that night, and then was found dead with the Maneater’s signature… then they would know it was Kuni who was the Maneater. Fuck… fuck…
Kazuha watched carefully as rampant thoughts washed through Kuni’s denim shaded eyes. The knife digging into his throat stung, and the warm blood that poured down to his collarbone was unnerving… but at the same time, it was thrilling. The ties at his wrist were loose; loose enough to squeeze out of. He was almost there…
“Kuni, what are you going to do now? I caught you.”
“Shut up! I have a fucking knife to your throat, detective. I could kill you before you could even finish saying my name.”
“You won’t—”
“Who hired you?” Kuni interrupted, his free hand grabbing onto Kazuha’s face and holding it tight. His thumb dug underneath his cheekbone.
“That is classified information.”
“I’m going to fucking kill you, just like my plan all along.” Kuni was done with these games. He didn’t want to talk anymore. He wanted to get his words out and get on with it. “Kazuha, you should consider yourself lucky… I came on your fingers, you got to taste me, in all my glory… and you got to fuck me. It felt good, huh? Good enough to cum inside of me, that’s for sure.
Kuni trailed his fingers down the side of Kazuha’s face before dragging them down to his throat, which was still dripping with blood. He traced his fingers along the blade of his knife, then across the cut on his neck, then down the trail of crimson… before lifting his fingers to his mouth and sucking Kazuha’s blood off them.
“Baby, you’re tied up…” he whispered, his face hovering so close to Kazuha’s that he could taste his breath. “You can’t touch me.”
Kazuha grinned.
“Yes I can.”
In one swift movement: Kazuha lifted his knee and slammed it against Kuni’s back, leaned his head back so that Kuni slammed face first into the bedpost, and yanked his hands free from the red rope that bound him. He briskly flipped his whole body over and pressed his hand on the back of Kuni’s neck, ultimately pinning him to the bed. Finally, he reached over and grabbed the knife that now stained his bedsheets red, and pointed it at the side of Kuni’s neck.
“Get… off… of me!” Kuni screamed, his legs kicking and his arms flailing beside him. He tried to reach back and scratch at Kazuha’s arms, but his efforts proved to be fruitless.
A rather sick laugh shook Kazuha’s body.
“Oh, baby…” he emphasized the pet name Kuni kept using for him, a simple way of teasing him. “Just give up. I caught you. You’re not strong enough to fight me… just admit you lost.”
“Never! I’ll never fucking lose! I’ll never fucking lose to you!”
Kazuha merely continued to laugh as he watched Kuni struggle beneath him, his still bare and beautiful body glimmering against the yellowed lights of his bedroom. He watched as Kuni arched his back and gripped into the sheets, head pinned to the bed, cheeks flushed and drool dripping from the corner of his mouth…
Kazuha only wished that in another world, that image would have been caused by him fucking into Kuni brutally, leaving him a sputtering and pathetic mess—instead of what was actually happening.
After a moment of admiring the scene below him, Kazuha tangled his fist into Kuni’s mullet and yanked his head back. At the same time, he pressed the knife against his now exposed neck, their positions entirely switched from how it was only moments prior.
“It’s such a shame… that someone so beautiful would be so hideous on the inside.” Kazuha whispered, his voice coiled into a coo. He tilted his head over Kuni’s, staring into his sadistic eyes and pressing the wet blade of the knife against his neck.
Kuni grit his teeth and reached his hands up, desperately clawing at Kazuha’s arm and attempting to pull the knife away from his neck, but… Kazuha was right. He wasn’t strong enough.
“Are you…” the smaller man gasped, his windpipe straining from his head being pulled back. “…going to kill me?”
Kazuha smiled and lidded his eyes, pressing the knife ever so deeper. “Maybe.”
“You… w-wouldn’t.”
It almost looked as if tears were forming in Kuni’s eyes.
“Try me, Kuni.”
Kuni’s eyes widened as he felt Kazuha’s grip on the knife tighten, a sign that he was getting ready to slit his throat. His brow pinched and his mouth dropped open, desperation filling his whole entire body. No, he couldn’t be killed, he couldn’t fucking die, he didn’t want to die, not like this… how did this happen? How the fuck did this happen?
“NO!”
And yet, right when he thought Kazuha was going to slit his throat open, he instead flipped the knife around and slammed the hard end of it into Kuni’s temple. Instantly, he fell unconscious. His whole body went limp, and Kazuha let him fall onto the sheets.
Kazuha dropped his hands to his sides and stared down at Kuni’s now unconscious body, his head spinning and his chest heaving. He did it… it was over. The hard part was over. He didn’t get himself killed by the Maneater. Fuck…
After a moment of regaining his breath, Kazuha sighed and crawled off Kuni’s back. He stumbled to the floor before turning around and carefully pulling Kuni’s head towards him, folding back his eyelids with his fingers just to make sure he was actually passed out. And, he was… out fucking cold.
Kazuha took in another deep breath, leaning his head back and running his hand through his hair. That was close… too close. He weakly began dressing himself, Kuni’s unconscious body still laying on his bed, a heavy silence filling the entire room. As he finally pulled his shirt over his chest, he grabbed his cellphone on the bedside table and quickly dialed a number before pressing his phone to his ear.
“Hey. Heizou. It’s Kazuha. I’m fine. I got him. I got the Maneater. Yes—him, not her. Send backup immediately. My apartment. On second thought… just bring yourself and call the police. Make sure it’s no one that we’re closely tied to. I’ll explain more when you get here. Yup. Mhm. Just… don’t ask questions. Hurry. He’s unconscious, not dead. So, get over here. Before he wakes up.”
Once he hung up, he threw his phone back on the nightstand and took another deep breath. He raised his hand to his neck and gently touched the cut that was on his skin, wincing faintly against the pain. It wasn’t bleeding anymore… that was good.
All he could do was stand beside his mattress and stare at Kuni’s unconscious body below him. He was still completely naked, arms splayed out, legs limp and straight. God… even when pathetic and passed out, he still looked painfully fucking beautiful. If only… if only he wasn’t a fucking serial killer. Kazuha held no sympathy for people like him, and yet… he couldn’t deny a beautiful person when he saw one.
Kazuha couldn’t even feel guilty about how he caught the Maneater. Not when he looked like that… not when he was sexier than all hell, not when his pussy felt that good—tasted that good, not when he was so alluring, not when his lips fit against his so perfectly, not when… just everything.
After a moment longer of reminiscing on what a good time Kuni gave him in his final moments, he couldn’t help the delirious laugh that overtook him. His chest shook, his head hung, his hand came up to cover his mouth, and he just… lost himself in laughter, for some fucking reason. It wasn’t funny, but… it sort of was. He just felt like he was on cloud nine. The adrenaline was getting too much for him… God, why was it so funny?
Kazuha just laughed and laughed and laughed, stumbling around the room, leaning against his bedpost, hands on his knees—until he was left sitting on the edge of his bed, Kuni’s body laying just behind him.
“Ahh, Kuni… you’re hilarious. Fucking shit… you really had me along for your ride…”
Kazuha finally fell silent, and he lazily tapped his phone to check the time. Fuck, what was taking Heizou so long? Kuni couldn’t stay passed out forever…
He sat there. And he sat there. He checked the time. And checked the time again. He carefully dabbed at his neck wound, thinking of how he should probably get up and clean it. He found himself still replaying the scenes of what unfolded; Kuni fucking his fingers, riding his face, riding his thigh, riding his cock…
And Kuni laid there right behind him, eyes suddenly wide open and a wicked grin twitching against his lips—unbeknownst to Kazuha, who sat peacefully unaware of how Kuni was seconds away from stabbing him to death with the knife that he forgetfully placed right next to Kuni’s “unconscious” body.