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"God damn it! You bastard!” Sarukawa shouted, slamming Iori down on the bed. “You did it again. You followed me downtown and nearly got us killed!”
With a smug grin on his face, Iori merely chuckled. “Mou, Saru-chan~ I only followed you to ask what you wanted for dinner,” He purred. “Besides, you devoured the rice I made. So you definitely enjoyed the meal!”
Growling, Sarukawa kept his hands clenched onto Iori’s shoulders. He was straddling him now, pinning him to the bed in anger. Yet at those carefree words, he exhaled in defeat and loosened his grip.
“Because the meal was delicious…” He muttered.
Iori’s expression brightened. Sitting up, he beamed with radiance. “That’s right! No need to thank me, though. In fact, I wouldn’t mind a punishment!”
“HUH!?”
“Well, I did get you in trouble. Those thugs started chasing us! I made you mad, didn’t I, Saru-chan?” Iori rambled. As he went on, he played with the golden ring that was a part of his shirt collar. “A slave should never displease whom he serves. Punish me.”
Rolling his eyes, the pink-haired male stood up from the bed. “Knock it off with that slave shit,” He demanded. “You know I’m not into that, Io.”
Iori quickly grabbed Sarukawa’s arm before he could leave.
“No. But I am,” He replied.
“Oi, oi-"
“Saru-chan…” Iori begged. Slowly, he reached for his shirt. He began undoing the buttons, before stripping it off entirely. Running his hands over his bare chest, he flashed another desperate look up at his childhood friend. “Use me, force me, make me yours. I’ll do anything to please you," He begged. "Come on. I know you want to~" He did he best to seduce him.
“Tch,” Sarukawa scoffed. Yet a smirk had crept onto his face. “You sound like an M.”
“I’m not an M,” Iori insisted.
~
Clenching onto the pillow behind his head, Iori moaned as the other male rammed into him. He had such a dazed expression in those dark, desperate eyes. Biting his thumb seductively, he looked up and moaned the other’s name.
“Saru-chan~”
Hearing that cutesy nickname usually bothered the young punk. It was something only Iori called him, and he had been calling him that since they were kids. But in this moment, seeing his precious Iori sprawled out beneath him and sobbing that nickname in such a slutty tone was mesmerizing.
Gripping Iori’s thighs, he continued to thrust into him. “This is what you get for causin’ trouble...” He growled. “A dark alley is a dangerous place for someone like you. What would you have done if one of those thugs snatched you up, huh?”
“Ahhh, Saru-chan, Saru-chan~” Iori purred, feeling the pleasure building in his tummy. He whimpered a submissive response. “Motohashi Iori is a slave to the world. I serve anyone and everyone. A-ah!”
Sarukawa suddenly grabbed the chain attached to the collar around Iori’s neck. He didn’t care much for accessories during sex. But Iori always insisted on wearing it. So Sarukawa decided to put it to good use.
“That won’t do. I don’t like sharin,” Sarukawa hissed.
“G-ghhk…!” Iori gagged. He loved the feeling of asphyxiation. He let the other male pull on the collar, feeling his neck jerk forward in response. That feeling was pure euphoria for Iori. With little hearts in his eyes, he stuck out his tongue and gasped for air “Nnhh, Saru-chan~” He groaned. “Claim me, mark me, make me yours. Bite me so hard it leaves a mark. Slap me in the face, my thighs, my ass. Choke me until I can’t breathe. Break me, break me!!” He moaned. “SELFLESSNESS, CONTRIBUTION, SERVICE!!”
“Jesus christ, Io. Chill.”
Feeling his climax rising, Iori reached down and grabbed his cock. He began stroking himself off, wanting to orgasm right then and there.
But Sarukawa suddenly grabbed Iori's hand, ripping it away.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
Surprised, Iori looked up at the other male with wide eyes. The dirty talk was a turn-on to him.
“N-no sir~” Iori whimpered.
“You’re really disobedient today, slave. I might not let you come at all,” Sarukawa teased. “How does that sound?”
“N-no sir, I mean, yes s-sir…I mean… ahh oh god, oh god!” Iori cried in pleasure, feeling his sweet stop getting hammered. “Please let me come!”
Wanting to tease him more, Sarukawa suddenly pulled out. He heard Iori whimper, as a result of being edged so close. Then he roughly grabbed the other boy’s hips and flipped him around.
“Ahh yessss….!” Iori moaned, as he was forced to lay on his stomach. He loved being tossed around like a doll. He obediently raised his hips and relished in the sensation of being fucked from behind. “Oh god, Saru-chan, you fuck me so good…”
“Yeah?”
“Mmh I’m your little cock slut…~”
“You like being used like this? You like being used like a sex toy?”
“Y-yes! Use me, use me for your pleasure! I’m your obedient little slave~”
Sarukawa grabbed the chain again and yanked it roughly. Iori was forced to arch his back more, choking as the constriction around his neck tightened. All while getting fucked from behind. He was in paradise.
“Aaah, please, please let me come…!” He begged.
At those desperate words, Sarukawa responded by giving Iori an aggressive slap on the ass.
“You don’t come until I say you can.”
“AH! Y-YES!” Iori cried.
The others in the house could probably hear them. Iori was always loud, moaning like a pornstar and never caring who heard. He loved the attention. He loved being used. And Sarukawa loved every part of his childhood friend, even the weird freakish side.
By pulling the chain once more, Sarukawa was able to force Iori’s neck back. Taking advantage of the angle, he draped over Iori’s back as he thrusted harder. He was able to force his fingers into Iori’s mouth and play with his hot little tongue. Iori sobbed with pleasure, reduced to a moaning mess as he obediently sucked on the other man’s fingers. He was seeing stars.
It wasn’t long before Sarukawa reached his climax.
“Come now, Iori,” He ordered.
“Mmhgh yhgh…” Iori’s words were muffled around his fingers. As the obedient slave he was, he was able to hit his orgasm precisely when instructed. He sobbed with pleasure, feeling Sarukawa fill him up from behind. Slumping over in exhaustion, he flopped onto the bed in defeat and gasped for air.
Pulling out, the pink-haired male spent a moment catching his breath.
“You good?” He muttered, rubbing Iori’s back. “Or are ya gonna complain I wasn’t rough enough?”
Iori giggled, turning his head to the side and smiling in that joyful way of his. “That was amazing, Saru-chan!” He cheered. “I just have a few notes.”
“NOTES!?” Sarukawa exclaimed. “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me. What kind of slave are you!?”
Iori laughed. Sitting up, he threw himself onto his partner and hugged him tightly. “Just a slave that wants to do things right! Next time, you should spank me more. Oh, and let’s use my ball gag too! You can even tie me up! How does that sound??”
Rolling his eyes, Sarukawa felt the urge to rebel. He had the charisma of rebellion, after all. But when put with someone so bright and cheerful as Iori, he couldn’t help but go with the flow.
“Fuckin’ M.”
“I’m not an M.”