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It had been just hours since the sun had gone down and they checked into their hotel, the pair had a stressful few days and Maya was excited to finally get under the wet heat of a shower. His hair had been matted with dirt in every direction, and with the use of just one hand and one eye to see and rip through the knots, he was feeling more stressed than when he had walked in… at least he was clean from the muck and grime.
Having awkwardly maneuvered his way deeper into the hotel room, remaining hand holding the towel around his waist, he turned to the man who was sitting at the edge of his bed in just a shirt and underwear.
“Satori, the washroom is free.”
Maya hated feeling as exposed as he was right now. Fresh from the water with no bandages to cover his destroyed limbs. But standing in front of Satori, the designer of these imperfections, he felt more at peace than he would with anyone else. At his side was the only place Maya felt comfortable to exist, his presence keeping the fog from settling in his mind, the average day to day haze he had felt at college long since forgotten. After Maya had chance after chance to murder his companion and failing in every one as he was halted by his feelings, the gravedigger had realised that in this sorry excuse for a life of his, he had found his home in Satori Nakahara. He would be a fool to turn down the first place of belonging he had ever experienced.
Satori was reading… something that Maya couldn't make out with his impaired vision and distance. He kept himself clean, as per usual, not a single speck of dirt or grime on him safe for the shoes that were neatly placed by the door to contrast Maya’s own of which were chucked around carelessly. Maya himself was exhausted, not caring to see if Satori had even reacted to his previous statement before turning away from him to rummage through his bag on the other bed, looking for the garments he had forgotten to leave out in his desperation for a shower. In hindsight, he would come to realise that putting his back to Satori while he was barely clothed was really not a good idea.
Maya jumped and managed to suppress a shriek when a body was pressed against his back and Satori’s chin came to rest on his shoulder, breath puffing into Maya’s ear. “I’m bored…” that voice said as a hand splayed across his abdomen. “Lets fuck.”
Maya felt suddenly akin to a caged animal, leaning back into Satori. “Nnm.. I don’t want to.” He lied, but made no effort to stop the hands that gripped his waist and spun him so they were standing chest to chest. “I sai-” Maya was cut off by lips pressed against his own, barely stopping himself from stumbling back. He smacked his hand against Satori’s shoulder, digging his nails in hard enough to break skin as he (to no avail) attempted to shove him off. His amputated hand was useless, but he raised that arm anyway to try and push Satori back with his elbow, his struggles amounting to nothing while Satori had his way with his mouth. When they finally broke apart and Maya gulped out a large breath, Satori smiled and lightly pushed his chest, which of course sent the weaker of the two flailing back onto the bed with a yelp.
“I’m tired, really! I don’t want to.”
“You can stop this at any time, but you want it too. Don’t you want to fuck me, Maya?”
His face flushed and he shakily tried pulling the towel back up. Well, what Satori said was true. Maya knew the safeword that they had implemented but had no intention to use it, never truly being able to say no to that sinful body of his. Maya could practically drool and choke on how bad he wanted to be inside Satori right now, but the rush he got from feigning disinterest was worth the wait.
Satori’s hand wrapped around his wrist roughly, pinning it to the bed as he straddled his still clothed crotch and pressed his weight down to tease. As he and Maya made eye contact, he smiled and gripped the towel keeping Maya's barely kept dignity intact, not moving but keeping it there as a reminder.
Maya sniffled, still trying to no avail shuffle back, turning his gaze away from Satori and to the wall. “I don’t want it, not tonight, please..” he mumbled quietly, flinching as Satori's thumb rubbed his palm.
“Hmn, yes you do.” Was his only reply, leaning down to kiss at the tears that Maya was unaware had slipped down his cheeks. “So cute Maya… you want me so badly that you can’t even stand it, why deny me?”
“I don’t.” He choked and sniffled, squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling of lips on his skin. “Please, stop.” He shuddered, trying to wriggle his hand out of his grasp as he began to hyperventilate. “I don’t.. wanna…no.” He felt a hand cup his cheek and he sobbed, his head forcefully turned so he was staring back up at Satori.
It was a pretty picture, Satori had to admit. Staring down at the pathetic wet face below him, wide eyed like a deer in headlights, one untouched dark coloured eye next to the beauty of the ruined eye that Satori had taken from him. He hummed, holding Maya in place with a harsh grip on his jaw as he began to lick at the gory excuse of an eye socket. He felt Maya kick out, knowing it probably hurt as bad as it did the first time he had stolen Maya’s sight, and moan in agony as Satori dipped his tongue into the socket.
“Stop..! Stop!” Maya screamed, spasming below him weakly as the movement caused their hips to rub together, both of them letting out a surprised gasp at the sensation.
Satori pulled back with a cheshire grin, petting Maya like a cat. “Ah, I knew you wanted it.”
“Are you fucking crazy?” He panted, “I already said I didn’t, get off.”
Satori smiled impossibly wider, licking his lower lip as he grinded down on Maya's crotch, revelling in the startled jump and whine it caused. “I don’t really care what you said.” He laughed, moving the hand not pinning Maya to adjust the panties he had on.
Maya watched helplessly as Satori touched himself on top of him, feeling how wet he was already through the towel separating them. He frowned. Satori was probably planning to jump him long before he had hopped into the shower. Figures. On a normal night, Maya would be begging to fuck him already, he would be debauching himself in any way necessary as long as he got to fuck into that tight heat, but this wasnt a normal night, far from it. Maya gulped, feeling bile in his throat.
“Stop, seriously, don’t touch me.” He pleaded, unable to do much but hope that Satori would change his mind.
“That’s,” Satori huffed. “What they all say.” He laughed like before, fingering himself as he watched Maya’s annoyed and scared expression. “This would be much better if you stopped screaming and blinking so much. So alive. Just shut up and let me use you, yeah? Stay still, hole digger.” Satori pulled his hand out from under himself with a sigh, chuckling at the flinch Maya gave when his wet fingers grazed Maya's waist at the removal of the towel.
Maya threw his head back and breathed heavily, glaring up at the ceiling as he felt the last bit of modesty fall onto the floor. He furrowed his brows and weakly began a mantra of ‘stop, stop, stop..’ at the feeling of Satori’s hand wrapping around him at full hardness and teasing at his entrance.
The back and forth of his tip catching on Satori’s hole was heavenly, and he needed it to end. Right now.
“Satori, please don’t. Please, please, please. I don’t want it… d-dont want it.” He kept uselessly repeating himself, knowing his cries for it to not happen were being ignored completely. Maya felt his brain get cloudy, this was really good, he sobbed as Satori sunk down on him. “N-No..” he whimpered, already arching up to fuck into Satori as he moaned.
Satori watched Maya carefully, no use of the safeword or their nonverbal signal gave him the reassurance to continue, sighing wistfully as he moved his hips. He felt so full, and he was glad. He had been frustrated all day, watching Maya struggle to do daily tasks and overexert himself had gotten Satori hot and bothered. Watching Maya, sweaty and pissed off, having to dig a hole for whatever unimportant corpse was next? It was better than modern television. Watching Maya struggle to do any small thing like brush his teeth without the help of Satori made him feel all warm inside. Satori had taken his eye and his hand, and his will to escape. He moaned as he moved, each roll of his hips like fireworks inside of him. The power he felt from his role on top of the sobbing and panicking Maya combined with the pleasure of the aforementioned’s thick cock slamming inside of him had Satori moving his fingers to rub his clit, being uncaring in how loud he was being as he rode him.
The room was filled with a wet hot squelching noise as their hips connected with each thrust. It spurred Satori on further as he let go of Maya’s hand, putting his palm back on Maya’s abdomen like he had previously for a better angle that had Satori whining louder. “You say you don’t want it but you’re so hard…” Satori coo’ed, digging his nails into the pale skin.
Maya thrust upward, his now free hand covering his mouth as he gurgled out more rejections, more requests for Satori to stop and get off. Maya’s brain felt like sludge, he felt so good and so disgusting, torn between wanting even more and turning to the side to vomit all over the bedspread. He sobbed, still not meeting Satori’s gaze, as if he didn’t want to come to terms with what was happening.
Satori slowed, soon coming to a stop as Maya whimpered.
Maya took the bait like the good little pet he was, removing his hand and batting his eyelashes confusedly. As he opened his mouth to speak, drool slipped past his lips. “Satori..?” He swallowed.
Satori smirked, pulling him up with a startled yell so they were both sitting close.
“What’s the matter, holedigger? You want to keep that other hand, right? You better fuck me good, or i’ll move straight onto those legs instead.” He laughed, the threat dangling in the air like a noose as dread settled into Maya. Pure fear, and his cock twitched despite it. More tears burst through his eyelashes, his breaths panicky and unstable. Despite their relationship, the sexual encounters, the shared trauma, Maya was forced to remember that he was still a serial killer. One that already had done so much damage to him in the first place. Maya brought his hand to Satori’s thigh, gulping as he traced a few scars.
“But I…” Maya started, unable to avoid crumbling under Satori’s expectant gaze. “O-Okay. Lay on your back.”
After they had rearranged their position, Maya paused. Satori’s legs were wrapped around his hips, he was close to resuming where they had left off. “Satori, I really don’t want to.” He sniffled, putting a hand on his chest similar to how a cat would knead with their paw. “I don’t want to have.. I don’t want to do it, please stop…” he sounded so devastated.
Satori raised his hands to Maya’s cheek and spoke to him in a soft voice. “Aw, I don’t care. You can live without both eyes, what do you say?” He patted Maya’s cheek, reaching down to help align them both.
Maya finally caved, more silent tears falling when he pushed in. Satori moaned louder and wrapped his arms around Maya’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss while they fucked. Maya was unable to keep himself up with just one hand, leaning all on Satori and quickening his pace. The fear of not being enough for the one below him had Maya reluctantly doing his job, finally engaging in the act of sex himself as they both made out. The kiss tasted of cigarettes and was a sloppy mess, drool falling onto both of them as they fucked animalistic. Being the more inexperienced of the two, Maya felt himself reaching his limit first.
He shuddered and pulled away from Satori’s mouth, moving to his neck to kiss and suck, biting and licking as much as he could across his collarbone. “Hn.. I hate you.” Maya groaned, fucking him even faster as he left dark marks across his front. “D-Didn’t want it.” He sounded like a child throwing a tantrum, pouting with each sentence as if he wasn’t currently rearranging Satori’s guts.
Satori bit back a moan as he laughed again, on cloud nine as he always got when he got to breaking Maya like this. “Don’t.. haah.. Don’t stop Maya, harder.” He dug crescents into Maya’s shoulders, scratching lines down his weak back and feeling the dry skin build under his nails. Maya hissed, fucking in deep a few more times before burying his face into Satori’s neck and coming silently, breathes raspy and heavy. Satori mewled as he felt himself be filled, legs wrapping around Maya to push him as deep as he could.
Before long, Maya sniffled and slowly sat up, detaching himself with a sticky sound as the sweat peeled off of them both. He looked down at Satori with the most foggy expression he had seen yet, breathing finally evening out.
“Was that good?” Satori asked, the smile never leaving his face. Maya gave a small ‘hmn’ in response, answering ambiguously. Satori snickered, “You know we aren’t done.” He sat up, resting his forehead against Maya’s and closing his eyes. “I haven’t come yet, and that was kind of the idea. Stupid cute college boy, eat me out.” He petted Maya’s hair, which had become matted once again.
Maya shuffled backwards, pulling out with a sigh. Satori watched him wordlessly move down to lick and kiss at his thighs, stroking his hair and encouraging him to get on with it. When Maya licked between his folds, lapping up the seed he had just spent inside of him, Satori shuddered and leant back on his elbows and watched him go to town. Despite how out-of-it and upset Maya looked, Satori knew him well enough to know that there was nothing that would stop Maya from wanting to eat his cunt like a man possessed. Maya dipped his tongue inside, doing quite the cleanup job with only one hand to spread him open, Satori had to give him credit for how dedicated he was to the act of oral sex. It didn’t take long for Satori to start rocking back onto that mouth, hand back in his hair and heel resting on Maya’s back. “F-Fuck, thats it.” He massaged Maya’s roots, grinding his hips down and almost screaming with a sudden rub of his clit against Maya’s nose. He came suddenly and without warning, the liquid covering Maya’s face and soaking the bedsheets.
…
“You’re disgusting.”
“Ah! Maya! You’re back. :D”