Work Text:
“Please,” the man laying next to you whines, but you pay him no mind. You’re seated right next to him, scantily clad in your underwear while Shinji is fully unclothed. He’s quite the sight, as he usually is; there’s a significant flush on his cheeks, neck and shoulders. He’s already writhing a little, cock resting unbearably hard on his stomach. The tip’s already leaking, creating a slight sheen on his skin. His length throbs needily as the blonde man looks up at you pleadingly. You’ve already worked incredibly hard on breaking Shinji down into the pathetic submissive he currently is. It’s no easy task; he’s as stubborn as they come, and stripping him down to this level of vulnerability takes patience. Yet, the more you two play around with this sort of dynamic, the easier it is. After all, it’s hard for Shinji to deny something when he knows just how much fun it would probably be.
His hand sneaks to wrap itself around your wrist as he tugs impatiently, trying to pull your hand closer to his needy cock. You don’t budge against his pulling, creating enough tension on your arm to ensure that it wouldn’t go anywhere. Shinji gives up rather quickly, instead deciding to give a try at puppy dog eyes instead. It nearly makes you fold, if you’re honest. The man’s a little too good at manipulating you sometimes. But, thankfully, you already have an endgame in mind and you don’t want to give it up too early on.
You click your tongue as Shinji finally lets up once more. “Not yet, sweetheart. I want to try something first.” You lean down until your face hovers above his and you plant a sweet kiss on his lips. “If you want me to touch you and do a good job at it, you should show me how you like it, shouldn’t you?” You coo against his lips before pulling back again.
The man underneath you appears to be a little confused at first. He processes your words, frowning ever so slightly when he realizes just what you mean. “Oh, come on.” He mutters frustratedly. Despite the (exaggerated) frustration in his tone, his cock jolts against his lower stomach, betraying his entire facade. “You’ve touched me plenty of times before. You know what I like.” He sassmouths you, but the way he pouts is downright adorable so you really don’t mind him getting a little bratty on you at the moment.
You shrug, trying your best to stifle your evil grin. “I forgot.” Your reply causes Shinji’s pout to deepen for a moment. The two of you hold each other’s gazes for a moment. It’s a battle of wills; neither wants to give in to the other first. For a moment, you’re a bit afraid, because you and Shinji are equally as stubborn (and you’re both all too stubborn to begin with). But, considering his exceedingly aroused state, Shinji is a little too quick to throw the towel in. You doubt his brain is in charge of his decision-making skills at the moment and you’re glad.
The change in his body language is imminent. He sinks a bit more into the bed, head comfortably propped against the pillows behind his head as he sighs defeatedly. You do your best not to smile too triumphantly so as to not deter him. “Just let me watch, babe. Then I’ll do whatever you want.”
“You promise?” Shinji inquires, a lot more interested in the situation that’s about to unfurl right now than he was earlier. You nod honestly. His hand finally slides down south and wraps around the base of his hard length. A small hiss escapes his lips as he starts stroking slowly, body a little tense. He appears to be more wound up than you thought, but you take it as a compliment; after all, this is entirely your doing.
“There we go, what a good boy.” You coo as you watch him slowly pick up the pace. Shinji starts writhing once more on the bed as he strokes himself, mouth hanging open and breathing staggered. There’s a newfound erraticness in his movements now; his logical thinking has been thrown out the window, and your earlier promises of abiding to his wishes once he’s cum is weighing heavily on his brain. He’s eager to finish and finally get to feel you on him instead of his own hand.
You’re enraptured with all of him; from the way he fists his cock to the small sounds of pleasure and desperation he’s making. Shinji knows just as much. An irrepressible shiver courses through him when, amidst his torturous pleasure, he notices your undivided attention on him. Something about having you so fixated on him when he’s such a vulnerable state sends him careening closer to his orgasm.
Hoping that since he’s followed your orders up until now, you might let up a little, Shinji’s free hand wanders in search of yours again. His grasp is a lot looser now as his fingers clasp around your hand. He looks over, eyes heated and unfocused. His fist is wet with his own arousal now; the lewd, slick sounds of his strokes resonate through the room. It pairs so well with his staccato pants and groans.
But you don’t give in. You’re close to what you want, but you’re not there yet. So instead, you merely intertwine your fingers with his, giving Shinji a small yet mean smile as you finally tear your gaze from the lewd sight of his cock to look him in the eyes. His eyebrows draw up in utter neediness as you deny him what he so desperately craves once more. “I’m so close,” he whispers. He’s not even stroking his entire length now. His hand is focused on the head of his cock, squeezing his fist and bucking his hips up to meet each of his movements. You’re about 60% sure that he’s imagining it was your hand driving him insane and not his.
“Just a bit more then,” you coo. The man whines frustratedly but his movements don’t let up. His hand squeezes yours as his other keeps the nearly punishing pace he’s set on his own cock. You feel your face heat up from the utter lewdness of this entire thing. You had expected it to be entertaining, but you weren’t counting on it to be this arousing as well. Plus, the handholding adds a component of endearment you never would have thought possible (you barely know what to do with yourself; Shinji is downright adorable like this). You swear you’re almost as eager to see him cum as he is. “Just a bit more, then you can have my mouth on that pretty cock of yours instead.” You add, hoping that the visual helps him get closer to the edge of his orgasm.
Your thumb brushes soothingly against his knuckles as he grasps your hand as his body starts tensing up. Shinji grows silent for a moment and everything stalls; his noises, his breathing (though his hand tightened around yours)… But then his hips buck upward and his hand picks up the pace, spilling cum all over his thighs and lower abdomen. His toes curl as he rides out his orgasm, face now fully flushed, eyes rolled back, mouth agape. He’s a perfect picture of bliss at the moment.
“There we go, so pretty for me.” You praise gently, hoping that your comforting words can somehow make things even more enjoyable for him. Your hand that isn’t being held hostage by his finally descends upon his skin, gently caressing his thigh. “You did so good, Shin. You impressed me, really.” You assure him as the man falls limp on the bed, soiled hands resting palm-down on the sheets. You try not to say anything about it, but you make a mental note to not sleep in these sheets until they’re washed.
“Do you wanna keep going? We can stop, if you want.” You suggest, knowing that having Shinji damn near exhaust himself like this might put a damper in your session. You’re more than willing to call it a day here, however; you’re extremely satisfied with what you got to witness after all.
However, the currently recovering man sends you a hard glance that tells you a whole other story. “Are ya joking?” He retorts back now that his breathing’s settled a little. “I fulfilled my end of the deal. Now it’s payback time.”
With strength that was oddly uncharacteristic from a man who had just cum a few moments before, Shinji sits upright and pounces on you before you could even make a move to evade him. He pins your wrists on either side of your head as he smirks down at you smugly. His hips press against yours to keep your lower half down as well. A shiver courses through you as you feel his slickened cock against your thigh.
His tongue pokes out of his mouth as he licks his lips. His piercing glints in the dim light of your room. You have a feeling you’re in for quite a treat – or a punishment.