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The wind feels so good in Reki’s hair after spending so many days inside his room.
A nightly ride on his board down the streets of his neighborhood is just what he needs - a breath of fresh air. It’s quiet and peaceful, and for once, Reki can just simply exist. There are no constraints when skating; it’s free and wild, a powerful thing, and nothing can stand in its way.
Reki takes a deep breath and lifts his arms, and for a moment pretends like he’s an airplane flying high in the sky. He can forget who he is and what he’s done and just be. It’s wonderful.
“So wonderful.”
A weight on his back startles Reki. He jolts, but realizes he can’t go anywhere while he’s being held around the middle by two large, solid arms. He reaches around to pry them from his body when Adam’s voice slithers back into his ear. “Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.”
Reki peers down at his feet and sees two more standing in tandem with his own. Familiar feet, familiar voice, even the heat on his back is something Reki is intimately acquainted with.
“Get off my board, dude!” Reki yells, the wheels skipping a bit on the road beneath them, but Adam only squeezes him tighter.
“I can’t get off until you stop,” Adam groans into his ear, his nose and lips brushing the shell. His breath is hot and bothersome and makes Reki’s face skin burn everywhere it touches.
He looks around to see if there’s a safe space to veer over to, but the road keeps stretching onward, the houses on either side beginning to look all the same. “I can’t stop!” He squeaks, and Adam chuckles into the crook of his neck.
“I can’t stop either.”
A figure can be seen down the road, standing off to the side with a board resting in their arms. Reki thinks to yell out to them to ask for help, but as they get closer, he can see it’s Joe. He has a peculiar look on his face, and it chokes Reki up from saying anything at all.
Cherry appears next, just a bit further on. His arms are crossed, and though Reki can’t see much of his face behind his mask, his eyes look back at Reki with fierce judgment.
Adam’s hands come up to grope his chest, and Reki almost falls over trying to shake him off. “Stop! They’ll see!”
“I want them to see,” Adam growls, rolling his hips to grind against Reki’s ass. “I want them to see how you react to my touch, my mouth - ” He licks up the length of Reki’s neck and nibbles on his ear. “Let them see you burn, firecracker.”
“No!” Reki gasps. “I can’t!” A whine pitches from his throat as Adam slips a hand up under his shirt. The heat is too much, and Reki cannot stop himself from arching into it. He wants to push Adam away, ashamed by the exposure, but he also wants Adam to keep him close, touch him more, kiss him in front of everyone, and -
Langa.
Langa waits at the end of the road, his board sitting broken in half at his feet. Reki can see it clearly written on his face - the betrayal, the disgust. It looks so much like he did when they’d been fighting. Hurt and yet, Langa raises his arms as if he’s ready to catch Reki, but Reki’s board is moving too fast, and there’s no way to slow down.
“Quick! Move!” They’re going to crash right into Langa, but he still holds his arm out, still expects to catch Reki, and it’s then that he can feel Adam’s hold on him loosening. He gingerly holds Reki’s hips and kisses him softly on the back of his neck.
If only it felt this good to be let go.
He pushes himself off the board and reaches out for Langa.
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Reki wakes with a jolt, his body too warm and his mind nothing but a muddled mess. It takes a few moments for him to even realize he’s not outside or skating but actually still lying in his bed in his room.
It’s when the ceiling eventually stops spinning that Reki concludes that he's sick. The fever is a dead giveaway, too, but it's mild and not as concerning as the burning in his throat.
He tries to hold in a cough, but it bursts forth anyway, crackling and heavy in his chest. It’s been ages since he’s had a cold, but it’s honestly not surprising that he’d be feeling this way now.
He’d slept like the dead for an entire day after returning from the hotel. He could have gotten up to eat or take a shower or do anything else, but leaving his room meant having to deal with his mother, and Reki wasn’t quite ready for the inquisition, nor the brain power to come up with a good lie to put her at ease.
So he stayed in bed another day and let sleep consume him just to make the pain in his stomach go away.
Now he feels it all. His stomach is empty, but his bladder is full. His body aches to move even just an inch, but lying in his fevered sweat on sheets soaked with it makes his skin hurt.
It takes everything in him to roll out of bed and even more of him to shuffle out of the room to at least get to the bathroom, but the relief he feels afterward is worth it, and the walk back to his room isn’t as torturous.
His head still feels like it’s stuffed too full, and his chest still hurts every time he coughs.
There’s a soft, familiar knock at his bedroom door before his mother comes in. “Reki?” She must have heard him moving around the house.
Reki has to be quick, snatching up a blanket nearby and wrapping it around himself so that only his face can show. There’s barely any damage there, and he didn’t have the time to find clothes to cover the dangerous spots that Adam attacked with his mouth.
He’s sitting up in bed when she makes it inside, carrying a tray with some soup and porridge on it.
“I know you said you told me yesterday not to come inside, but I don’t think I’ll catch your cold.” She’s just as thoughtful as always, which only makes the guilt inside of Reki grow.
It feels like something is slowly eating away at every little piece of himself, ready to gobble him up until there’s nothing left. He hates lying to his mother, even to his friends, but he can’t bring himself to tell them yet. Maybe after last night, there’d be no reason to tell them anything at all.
Then everything would go back to normal.
“Thanks,” He coughs and tries to offer up a smile.
“You’ve been out of sorts these past few days.” She sets the tray down near his bed, but she doesn’t quite leave. The blanket and the bedding are still wet from sweating all day and night, but now it’s cold, and Reki can’t help shivering a little. “I just want to make sure you’re okay. It’s been ages since you’ve come down with a cold.”
She prattles on as most moms do, but she sees Reki not moving from under the blanket, and she quiets herself for a moment.
“Langa came by to see you yesterday to return your bike - the look on his face when I had to turn him away.” She shakes her head, hands on her hips as she turns to leave. “If you boys are having another fight, you two need to fix it fast.” She clucks her tongue and leaves, quietly shutting the door behind her.
Reki stares at the soup, his stomach growling and pinching painfully once the scent of the broth hits his nose. He can’t keep putting off eating or seeing anyone, and he still needs to get his board back from Adam.
Sighing, Reki peels the blanket off of him, shivering a bit as his overheated body tries to acclimatize, and crawls out of bed again to search for his phone. He remembers leaving it in the pants he’d been wearing when he came home, but after a minute of lifting old clothes and moving paper out of the way on his desk, he hears a notification go off from underneath his bed, beneath a pillow that seems to have been shoved into the space below.
How it got there, Reki isn’t sure, but when he retrieves it, he can assume that he must have put it there to quiet the noise of incoming messages. “Shit, so many,” He mumbles to himself, thumb scrolling through all the missed calls and messages. Most are from Langa, first asking where he’d gone, if he was okay, and why he wasn’t answering.
Reki sits back on his bed, his legs a little too weak to hold him up for too long.
Adam had tossed his phone away in the car, and then all awareness of it left Reki for the rest of the night. It was easier to forget things like that when Adam was around to distract him.
“Not anymore,” He grumbles, still scrolling past a few messages from Shadow and Miya. Even Joe had reached out to him. And there at the bottom - a message from the last person he’d expected one from. “How did he even -?”
At some point, Adam must have put his number into Reki’s phone because there it was, a message with Adam’s name at the top of the chat - a small red heart sitting next to it.
Meet me where we had our first date.
Ugh.
Reki tosses his phone on the bed and sits with his face buried in his hands for a moment. He takes a deep breath to try and center himself, but he’s still sick and uncomfortable and unbearably too hot. Yet, he wants his board back, and once he gets it back, there’d be no reason to ever see Adam again.
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The dead of night is really just that - no sounds of bugs crying out in the heat of the day, no birds trilling in the trees, no cars on the road. Even the wind is silent as Reki makes it to the bridge that Adam had found him all those months ago.
Now, it’s his turn to find Adam, catching sight of the familiar car seconds before he can see Adam leaning against a railing beneath the overpass. His skateboard leans against it too, just nearby, and just before Reki can announce himself to the older man, a crunchy cough catches him off guard. It seems to surprise Adam, too, who whips around at the sound of it.
Reki’s able to calm himself down by the time he rounds the railing, already reaching out for his board. “Perfect.” Another small cough escapes him, puffing out the thin fabric of the mask over his nose and mouth.
“Have I ridden you too hard into the dirt, firecracker?” Adam’s voice almost sounds soft and full of concern, but Reki isn’t about to start filling his head with delusional thoughts. It’s already filled with a buzzing sound that makes his ears ring.
“It’s nothing.” He coughs again and has to actually stop moving for a moment as it wracks his body. His throat burns every time he swallows, and even though the sun is down, his fever makes it feel as if it’s still high in the sky, roasting him alive beneath his sweatshirt. Sweat is already making the mask stick to his face every time he inhales. “Are we done?”
It seems too silly to even ask because yes, yes, they are. Reki had come to that decision in the hotel room. It was just unfortunate that he’d left his skateboard behind and wasn’t in favor of abandoning it for good just to avoid Adam. He asks it anyway, maybe to drive it home to all the parties involved.
Adam shrugs and pushes himself off the railing, tucking his hands into his pants’ pockets. It seems so casual, and Reki has to remind himself that just because Adam looks good in regular jeans and a t-shirt doesn’t mean anything more than he knows how to dress when he’s not dealing with politics or terrorizing skaters at the track.
“For now, I guess.” Adam sighs. “I wouldn’t want to catch your cold - what would the others think if we turned up sick together?” He mock-gasps, and Reki rolls his eyes. “What a scandal.”
“No - ” His coughs interrupt him any time he breathes in the stuffy air that he keeps cycling into the mask. “No, done as in I’ll be blocking your number.” He turns to leave, prepping his skateboard so he can hop on it and roll away, when Adam reaches out to grab his arm.
“Don’t be like that, darling.” Adam pouts, but Reki is attempting to shake him off, already panting behind his mask as he overexerts himself. Everything just feels too heavy, too hot, and if he doesn’t get his hair out of his face any time soon, Reki is going to tear it from his head and then vomit from the overstimulation.
“Just-just leave me a - al - ” Reki takes two steps and the world shifts beneath his feet. He’s mildly aware that if he doesn’t brace himself, he’ll hit the ground hard, but then he’s crashing into something soft, and before he can even register what it is, everything goes dark.
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When Reki wakes, the first thing he notices is that it’s still dark. Upon blinking into awareness, he can see a red film over everything. It surrounds him, and for a moment, he thinks it's his vision that has him seeing red. It isn't until the dizziness subsides that he can see it's a curtain nearby and the light from outside is casting the intense color into the room.
He doesn’t remember coming to a hotel. He doesn’t even remember leaving the house until he sits up, the recent memory of meeting Adam by the bridge flashing through his mind. It aches as he remembers, a throbbing pain behind his left eye that gets worse the more and more he thinks about it.
Did something else happen? He’d told Adam he didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. Could he have been drugged? No. The strange sensation of falling permeates his thoughts, landing on something sturdy but soft - Adam’s arm as he caught him.
It takes Reki a few minutes to process everything, but above all that, he still feels the fever beneath his skin. His throat is still scratchy, and when he tries to clear it, it hurts.
The curtain pulls back, a brush wash of light flooding the space around him, invading his scenes and temporarily blinding him. He holds up his arms to shield himself from the brightness. It isn’t until they speak that Reki realizes someone else is in the room with him.
“Good morning.”
Reki lowers his arms to see Tadashi standing near the window, his hand on the curtain pull cord he’d been tugging on. He’s dressed in a full suit, just as Reki always sees him - too prim and proper for how early it is. Or, as early as it feels. Reki isn’t quite sure what time it is.
“G-good morning,” Reki mumbles, unable to raise his voice higher than a whisper. It sounds as if he’s been gargling rocks, and when he swallows, it feels like they’re embedded in his throat. “Where am I? Where is Adam? Where’s my phone?” He looks around, but all he sees is a large room. When he can focus properly, he also notices the large wall of windows that had sat behind the curtains and a desk that stands in front of them.
Tadashi sighs. “For someone who can barely speak, you ask a lot of questions.” He fishes something out of his pocket - Reki’s phone - and hands it to him. When Reki tries to turn it on, he finds the battery dead.
It was on full when he’d left the house. “How long have I been here?”
“A few days.”
Reki almost thinks Tadashi is joking, but the other man isn’t laughing. He’s not even cracking a smile. When the reality hits him, Reki’s heart drops into his stomach. “Days? I have to - have - ” He almost chokes on a cough, his entire body shaking as he tries to reign it in and breathe. “My mom - ” The pressure in his head is suddenly too much to take.
Tadashi leaves momentarily for a table nearby and brings back with him a glass of water. Reki takes it with no questions. He feels like he’s choking on the desert and that water is his only oasis. When it hits the back of his throat, he has to fight the urge to cough it back up, but eventually it runs down smooth and quenches the heat and the cough.
“We’ve taken the liberty of contacting your mother and informing her of your stay with us.”
Reki almost bolts out of bed. “What do you mean? What did you tell her?” It doesn’t hurt as much to speak now, but he still can’t bring himself to yell anything.
Tadashi reaches out for the phone and the water, but Reki is hesitant to hand over either one. “Simply that you are resting at a friend’s house.” Reki gives up the water, but he tucks the phone beneath the sheets with him.
“A friend’s house?” His gaze sweeps the room again, and he realizes he can see a garden right outside the windows. “Where am I?” He asks again.
“Mr. Ainosuke’s estate.”
It shouldn’t feel like the floor is falling out from underneath Reki, but it does. He pulls back the sheet, embarrassed by being seen practically naked in front of a stranger in nothing but his boxer-briefs, but he’s fueled by the desire to find his clothes and get the hell out of there as quickly as possible. He takes one step out of bed and falls forward, his legs numb and shaky.
Tadashi catches him and helps him back into bed. “It would be wise for you to rest. You still have a fever.”
“Fuck off, give me my clothes.” He knows Tadashi’s right. He can’t even stand, and his head is swimming. The room keeps going in and out of focus, and he’s already winded, but it’s as if he’s found his way deep into the lion’s den, and if he doesn’t get out -
“Rest. Mr. Ainosuke will return in the evening.” Tadashi holds out his hand. “If you allow me, I can charge your phone for you.”
Reki admits defeat, if only because he can’t think straight. He needs to leave, but he can’t make it very far, so he hands over his phone, grumbling about how they could have charged it for him earlier. How many missed calls and messages did he have this time? Would his face show up on the news when the others realized he was missing?
Tadashi exits the room, which seems stupid to Reki that they’d leave a captive alone, but Reki is aware that the other is aware that he won’t be going anywhere any time soon. He sighs and rubs his eyes, pushing on them to put pressure elsewhere on his face in hopes of giving his head a momentary reprieve. It doesn’t last long, so he lies back and wraps himself up tightly in the sheets.
Sleep is quick to take him, even though he’d rather stay awake, but as the silence grows around him, Reki can’t fight the pull of slumber and falls asleep in a bed that’s not his own.
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Reki feels the mattress dip before he’s even fully awake. He keeps his eyes shut, trying his best to feign sleep when he feels fingers stroking his forehead. He flinches, and immediately they stop and pull back.
“Good evening, firecracker.”
Adam’s voice chills Reki’s fever, and he takes his time maneuvering out from the sheets twisted around his body. He cracks open his eyes, blinking away the sleep that lingers to see the older man sitting on the edge of the bed. He’s wearing a white button-up shirt, his tie still around his neck but loose and hanging against his chest. “Did you have meetings today?”
Nodding, Adam crosses one leg over the other and leans back on the bed. “I did have quite a few. I heard you slept all day.” A quick glance tells Reki that it’s night again, no sliver of the sun in sight. A few days of a cold are turning into quite a bit more. “How’s your fever?” Adam reaches out to press the back of his hand to Reki’s forehead. He’s honestly too stunned to move or smack Adam’s hand away. It’s cold and cooling the heat still swirling around in his body. “Hmm,” Adam hums, and Reki shifts to sit up.
“What? I feel fine now.”
“It’s late,” Adam sighs, lifting his hand to card his fingers through Reki’s hair. It should feel a little violating, but Reki can’t help but feel soothed instead. With a gentle nudge, Reki falls back on the bed and shuts his eyes as Adam’s fingernails trail lightly across his scalp.
It felt like he was little again, a feeling lost as he got older and started dealing with things on his own. Memories of his mother comforting him this way until he’d fall asleep wash over Reki in waves of gentle memories.
Suddenly, Reki’s eyes feel too heavy to open again. He leans into Adam’s hand and sighs as he feels knuckles gently graze down the side of his face. When he feels it drop away completely, Reki wants to speak up and tell him not to go, but he can already feel sleep seep into his bones.
When he wakes hours later, it’s truly dark in the room, and Reki feels as if he’s burning alive.
He shifts in bed but stills immediately upon feeling something holding on to his waist. One glance downward, and he can see it’s an arm wound around his middle. It doesn’t take more than one guess to know it’s Adam. Still, Reki peers back over his shoulder to double-check anyway.
Adam’s face is soft when he sleeps. Something Reki never thought he’d ever see, but Adam lies there as if he has no worries, his arm slung around Reki as if it belongs there. He would’ve probably stayed if he didn’t need to empty his bladder. Regretfully, he peels Adam’s arm from him - stopping momentarily to make sure he doesn’t wake the other before slipping out of bed.
The floor is so cold against his bare feet that Reki has to practically tiptoe across the room - his steps slapping too loudly in the dead quiet of the night when he tries to walk normally.
Three doors are facing him, but Reki can only remember seeing Tadashi come in and out of one of them, which leaves two others to choose from. One had to be an adjoining bathroom - he couldn’t imagine having to leave and wander the halls to look for one.
He picks the closest to him and opens it, and at first, it’s too dark to see anything. Reki ventures further in, sliding his hand along a wall in search of a switch. When his fingers tumble over it, he flicks it on and squints his eyes in preparation for an onslaught of light that never comes. Instead, it’s a dull glow from a lamp in the center of the room, and it doesn’t take Reki long to notice it’s not the bathroom.
More of an office. The giant wall of television screens just on the other side has Reki wondering if it’s a security office, but there’s no security officer in sight.
He means to flick the switch back off and leave, but there’s a soft hum, a quiet whine, and then the televisions turns on one by one - each filled with nothing but different shots of Langa’s face.
Reki stands there, too stunned and confused to move at the sight of so many angles of his best friend right up there on the wall. He’s in various places around the track, each monitor displaying him doing something different. It’s as if they’re recordings from different times, different races. Reki’s breath catches in his throat. “What the fu - ”
Something lands on his shoulder, and Reki jolts, spinning around to find Adam standing in the doorway, his pajamas askew, hair a mess, and eyes - his eyes are looking past him at the screens. He smiles, and Reki feels a cold chill run down his back. He takes a step back, more so to put distance between them than to actually venture further into the room. “Snooping, are we?”
Adam’s gaze shifts to Reki, intense red eyes boring into his own. “No-no, I was - ” He takes another step back, but Adam takes one step closer, and suddenly Reki finds himself bumping into the desk in the middle of the room. Adam’s so close now that Reki can feel his body heat. All he can do is lean back, his hands gripping the edge of the desk to hold himself up. “I was looking for the bathroom. I need to pee.”
The glow of the screens reflects in Adam’s eyes. If Reki stares for too long, he can practically see Langa’s face in them.
The mood shifts between them as Adam grins, his face softening from defensive mode into something maybe close to genuine glee. “Why didn’t you say so? I wouldn’t have minded if you’d woken me up to help you.”
Reki swallows past a lump in his throat. It’s been a while since he’s felt this anxious in front of the other, but it bubbles up from somewhere deep down inside as if warning him to run - to leave now before something else happens.
Adam’s hands are on his shoulders, and the feeling in his gut is practically screaming at him now, but Reki is so freaked that he can’t do anything. Adam turns him around, folds himself around his backside, and rests his chin on his shoulder. It should feel comforting and warm, but as Adam’s hands wander southward, Reki begins to panic.
“Wait, wait - Adam!” He wriggles against Adam, his hands flying to try and pry those large arms off of him. “Stop - I can’t, I have to pee, please!” A hand snakes its way beneath his boxer-briefs, warm fingers wrapping around Reki's flaccid cock. He jerks back against Adam’s chest, some noise of surprise popping from his throat. “I mean it! I’m gonna piss myself if you keep - ngh!”
Adam’s hand merely holds his dick, but it’s enough to ignite a fire in Reki’s belly. He squirms, elbowing Adam, swinging his head back in the hopes of connecting it to some part of Adam’s face to buy himself a little bit of freedom.
He fails to do so, so instead he grips Adam’s arms, fingers digging into the flesh as his body begins twitching uncontrollably from the stimulation of being touched by another person. “Please - Adam, please, I don’t want to get my underwear dirty.” Anything, he’ll try anything.
“I can help with that.” Adam’s voice is low in his ear, and it almost - almost - makes Reki forget for a moment the crisis he’s in. If he weren’t trying to break free, he’d be melting against Adam’s chest and arching into his touch.
The boxer-briefs slide off easily enough, exposing Reki to the entire room. He pitches forward on the desk, shaking his head as Adam squeezes him. He can’t stop it. He can’t stop the urge and drive to pee, and now his dick is swelling in response to Adam’s warm hand around him. He pleads again to be let go, but Adam is adamant, and Reki can’t hold it anymore.
His bladder empties right onto the floor, splashing over his own feet - an uncomfortable warmth spreading between his toes. Reki shivers, his body falling limp across the desk as relief washes over him. It doesn’t matter to Reki now that he’s pissed on the floor of Adam’s office. He doesn’t plan to clean it up either. “I told you - ”
“What a mess you’ve made.” Adam clucks his tongue, the disappointment in his voice eliciting a sudden twinge of guilt inside of Reki. He finds himself wanting to apologize almost immediately.
“I’m s - ” He pushes himself up, turning to apologize when Adam cuts him off and shoves him back over the desk, a firm hand on the back of his neck. Some small squeak escapes Reki’s mouth as he bucks against it. His face is smashed against a stack of papers that fly up when he tries to rear back, but he can’t get very far under Adam’s grasp. Fingers, large and warm, dig into his throat and squeeze.
“You’ve had your release, now it’s my turn.”
It shouldn’t turn him on this much, but the words from Adam’s mouth ride on a low growl, as if he’s still waking up, and with the pressure on his neck, Reki’s legs start to shake. If the desk wasn’t holding him up, Reki would have fallen to the floor. Still, as much as he feels the familiar heat in the bottom of his belly start to spread, Reki continues struggling to get up. He doesn’t want to be in this room any longer. Just knowing that all of those different versions of Langa on the screens can see him like this has Reki flushing with embarrassment.
And something else he isn’t quite ready to acknowledge yet.
In the quiet of the room, all Reki can hear is his own heavy breathing and Adam’s haughty groans. Reki knows what he’s doing, remembers the wet sound of fingers being sucked on, and knows what’s coming next. “Wait - wait, not here - ” Reki reaches back to grab at anything he can, but Adam keeps maneuvering himself so Reki can’t catch him. “Adam - ”
Two incredibly soaked fingers press against Reki’s hole, and Reki pitches forward again, rattling the contents on the desk’s surface. Something small falls over and rolls away after hitting the floor, but none of it matters as a painful pinch erupts inside of Reki.
“ - hurts, Adam.” He swings his leg back, but the angle he’s in doesn’t allow him much purchase. All it does is make the pressure inside worse. Some sound escapes his throat, a high whine as his legs begin to shake again, but Adam doesn’t relent. At first, he’s gentle, taking his time, and then the pain gives way, and Reki finds himself rutting back instead of pushing away.
When Reki cums, cock untouched, it’s warm, and another relief washes over him.
When Adam slips his fingers from him, Reki groans, goosebumps rising on his skin as he whines for more. More. More - he always wants more. He can’t stop himself from wanting more. What an idiot he’d been trying to stop Adam from fucking him with his fingers against this desk.
Adam leans over him, pressing his weight into Reki’s backside, chuckling when Reki grinds back against him. “I spoil you too much,” Adam’s voice is another deep growl in Reki’s ear. He shivers from it, heat blossoming again in every nook and cranny of his body. Adam releases his neck to bury his fingers in Reki’s hair. He yanks back a good handful, and Reki cries out, his own fingers pressing into the wooden surface of the desk as he arches into the edge of it at the same time.
“Adam - ”
The hand in his hair lets go, and Reki falls forward again. Something hard presses against him, rubs against his hole as if it owns it. Reki gasps, choking on his words, but there’s no reason to stop Adam when he presses inside.
Inch by inch, Reki takes it all until there’s nothing left, until Adam is flush against him, nudging into Reki as his cock presses deep against a spot that has Reki melting against across the top of the desk. The glow of the monitors reflects off its shiny surface. Reki can’t see anything more than a soft blur of colors, but he knows Langa is watching him, judging him as Adam takes him from behind.
Heat, again, rushes through Reki’s body in waves of expanding desire as Adam pulls out and thrusts back inside. He can feel each slick slide of Adam’s cock, hot and wet and pounding into him in all the right spots. It drives him insane, has him moaning incoherent nonsense, and whatever thoughts Reki had before about being in this room suddenly float away - replaced only by the blinding force that is Adam.
“Fuck!” Reki gasps, grunting as the edge of the desk bites into his hips, his dick all but smooshed up against the backboard. He gasps again when Adam slaps his ass, his hand grabbing flesh hard enough to bruise.
“This ass - ” Adam slaps him again, the initial sting sending goosebumps rising across Reki’s body. “ - made for me, Reki. Perfect. Perfect.” His name on Adam’s tongue sends Reki into a fever, arching off the desk and reaching back to grab hold of anything he can. His fingers find Adam’s hands, and he pulls on them until Adam is flush against his backside, his arms holding Reki close as he buries himself deep inside. “No one else - ” Adam groans in his ear, his teeth nipping at the lobe hard enough that Reki can’t stop the whine from punching up from his throat. “Mine - all mine.”
Words spill from Reki’s mouth, each punctuated by the ferocity of Adam’s well-timed thrusts. “Fuck - nngh - Adam - I’m -! ”
White blinds Reki’s vision, blotting out the sight of the screens as he cums - spilling over himself and splattering on the desk as Adam relentlessly fucks him. It’s impossible to stand on his own two feet, yet Adam holds him up, holds him close, and fucks Reki to chase his own orgasm. There’s not much to do, but melt against the other, his limbs too heavy, his mind still too fuzzy to think properly. All Reki can feel is overwhelming sensations, the urge to cum again just right on the cusp of over-stimulation - and fuck if that doesn’t give him some sense of pride.
Adam is losing control, and it’s all because of -
Reki stills as he peers back at Adam, his gaze catching Adam’s eyes. They’re not looking at him, but past him at the screens on the wall.
How long had he been staring at Langa?
Anger swells inside of Reki, and before he can think of just accepting it, he grabs something off the desk - something large enough to fit in the palm of his hand and sends it flying towards the screens.
One shatters, the sound of crushing glass and an electrical buzz is almost loud enough to drown out Adam’s sharp gasp. Reki can feel it vibrate through his own body, though, slipping into a rumbling, boisterous laugh as Adam grips him tight and cums inside.
Each of the screens shut off in a spread of power loss from the broken one in the middle, and the room is dark once again, save for the lamp that had been on the desk. Now, it sits on the floor, tipped over next to its shade covering. Adam’s breath is hot on Reki’s back as they slump over the desk, tickling him as he squirms beneath the weight of the other.
Adam’s dick twitches inside of him, and that, too, makes Reki squirm. “Get off,” He mumbles, too tired and still too angry to want to feel the way he does in the afterglow of sex. “Get - ” He can’t help crying, shame spreading through him as he realizes yet again that he can’t believe Adam’s words - that he isn’t what Adam wants. He cries when Adam presses soft kisses to his shoulder, as Adam’s hands softly caress his chest. He cries so hard it starts to morph into something foreign. It doesn’t even sound like him, and then there’s laughter again.
Reki thinks it’s Adam mocking him until he realizes he’s the one actually laughing. Adam stands up, slowly pulls out, and still, Reki laughs as he lies against the desk, his body buzzing and his mind a complete mess. “I smashed it,” He mumbles, a breathy chuckle cracking through the lump of emotion in his throat.
“Yes, you did.”
Adam sounds cold, detached, but when Reki pushes himself up and turns to look at him, he finds those red eyes directed at him. Adam’s full attention is suffocating, but Reki craves it all the same. He reaches out, ready to apologize - the words bubbling up from his chest as it tightens and threatens to stop his heart, but Adam merely guides him carefully over the wet spots on the floor and pulls him towards him, their bodies flush against each other again.
Reki would be embarrassed if they hadn’t just fucked, but he still finds himself blushing while Adam takes one hand and places it on his shoulder, grasping the other within his own palm. There’s no music playing, but Adam begins to dance, pulling Reki along with him as he struggles to match the footing. Then Adam begins to hum, and Reki doesn’t take too long to pick up the pattern. Adam’s feet are pacing as they step up and step back, spinning around the room as if it’s some extravagant ballroom and not a dark space where terrible things just occurred.
“What - what are we doi- shit!” Reki gasps, holding on tightly as Adam dips him. It’s clear he won’t fall, but he isn’t putting it past Adam to just suddenly drop him, and Reki would rather not land on the cold floor as nude as he is.
“Beautiful and broken. My firecracker. We can be that together now, too, in a perfectly broken world all our own.” Adam chuckles, and for a moment, Reki hangs there, his eyes searching for any hint of sanity within Adam. He doesn’t want to hear those words, nor that sweet tone dripping from Adam’s mouth as he closes the distance between them. He doesn’t want to feel the warm softness of Adam’s lips against his own.
He doesn’t want to love Adam, and his wistful words of fantastical things they’ll never actually have.
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Morning light breaks through the curtains hanging on the far wall, once again bathing the room in a wash of muted red when Reki wakes up. For a moment, he thinks he’s back home waking up in his own bed, but it’s only a fleeting thought that passes when his eyes finally adjust. He groans softly, his body aching as he turns his head, half of it still buried in his pillow, to look for Adam.
When it’s clear that he’s alone, Reki sighs and grabs as many of the sheets as he can, pulling them around himself as he scrunches his body up in the middle of the bed. It’s warm and smells of a mixture of him and Adam, even under the scent of the soap and shampoo they’d used before crawling back in in the early morning hours to sleep.
They both seemed thoroughly exhausted. Adam had been the first to take a shower, and he was fast asleep by the time Reki had exited the bathroom. He almost dreaded the morning to come when they’d have to talk and he’d discover more things about Adam that would keep pulling him in, but Reki was tired and the bed had seemed so inviting.
He hadn’t even minded when Adam shifted to cling around him as he slipped beneath the sheets.
In the quiet of it all, Reki admits to himself that he kind of misses the heat of Adam draped over his backside.
A knock at the door pulls him away from his thoughts, and as Reki sits up, Tadashi walks inside.
Reki’s glad the sheets are still wrapped around him, like some puffy cocoon protecting him. “Morning.” He’s rid of his cold, but his morning voice is still deep and gravelly, his throat vibrating around the early greeting.
Tadashi merely nods in response. “Mr. Ainosuke prepared some breakfast for you, and I have taken the liberty of having your clothes washed for you.” It’s only then that Reki sees his clothes neatly folded in Tadashi’s arms, but he doesn’t make a move to grab them. Not while he’s sitting naked underneath his bundle of sheets. “I will leave them here for you and wait outside the door.”
Reki doesn’t even bother to ask if he’s going home at all today. He waits for the door to shut behind Tadashi, quietly unfurling himself from the cocoon before walking over to the table where his clothes had been placed.
There isn’t much there, just the articles he’d been wearing when he left the house in the middle of the night to grab his skateboard - a pair of shorts, his hoodie - even the undershorts he’d been wearing the night before and had left discarded on the floor of the secret screen room. His socks sit comically on top, pressed and lying side by side. The hole in one of the toes is what truly makes it funny, and Reki snorts at the sight of them being treated with such prestige.
If he’d had his phone, he’d have taken a photo for Langa.
His shoes sit just outside the door where Tadashi stands waiting as he said he would, and after Reki slips them on, he follows the other down a large hallway. He almost loses himself in the wonderment of it all as they pass by portraits hanging on the walls and the million doors that could lead to other bedrooms or offices.
Reki is expecting a large dining hall, but he’s surprised when Tadashi leads them out to a glass enclosure outside. They pass by what looks to be a small, empty pool, but when Reki gives it a good look, he can see scuff marks and black streaks that only wheels from a skateboard could make. He smiles a bit to himself, momentarily distracted from his dour mood until the smell of food wafts through the glass door Tadashi slides open. Then it’s all but completely forgotten.
How long had it been since he’d actually eaten much of anything?
Adam is nowhere to be found, and there’s only one place setting, but the food sitting in front of his chair looks to feed about ten people. Reki’s stomach pinches in hunger, almost painfully, as he sits down before his tiny buffet. It looks fresh and fancy, reminding Reki of the dishes at Joe’s restaurant. Whoever made this clearly loves to cook.
“Do you have to be here while I eat?”
Tadashi nods where he’s standing nearby, prim and proper like his suit. “It’s what I’ve been tasked with today.” He doesn’t sound all that enthusiastic about it.
Reki snorts and reaches out for a piece of toast. “Afraid I’ll run away? Or get lost?” It’s delicious, and Reki almost lets out an inappropriate sound as he swallows piece by piece. “Or that I’ll find another shrine to my best friend?” He mumbles around the food in his mouth, gulping down the glass of water next to his plate as if he’s never had water before. There’s coffee too, but caffeine usually makes him jittery, and he only ever drinks it when he’s on the verge of a new project and needs that extra boost to focus.
There’s a heavy pause before Tadashi sighs, his shoulders dropping just enough that Reki catches it. It’s clear that neither wants to be in the other’s company, and the rest of breakfast continues awkwardly. At some point, Reki manages to feel full, a little over the line of having eaten too much, but when he admits defeat, he asks Tadashi about the empty skate bowl just outside.
“Mr. Ainosuke decommissioned the pool years ago for a place to practice.”
“Could I use it?” At first, it seems as if the answer will be no, but Reki figures that Tadashi is weighing the option of finding something else to keep him busy or letting him have at it just to get him off his back.
Nodding, Tadashi gestures for Reki to follow him outside, all the way over to the pool. “If you remain here, I will get you your board.”
Reki nods and sits down on the edge, his feet dangling off into the bowl. It’s not a big space, but it looks well used. When he thinks of Adam using it, Reki gets lost in the thought of what he’d look like skating outside of his S costume.
Maybe he’d look like any other skater, performing the same tricks that he and Langa do at the skate park. Would he fall as spectacularly as they would sometimes do, too?
Thinking of Langa reminds Reki again that he doesn’t have his phone, and even if his mother knew he wasn’t just out dead in a ditch somewhere, no one else would know where he had disappeared to. “I have to go home,” He sighs, because of course, staying here was never an option. Just a happenstance of fainting in front of Adam instead of in his bedroom.
It was understandable to a point that Adam would bring Reki here. He couldn’t just turn up on Reki’s doorstep, a popular, recognizable public figure holding an unconscious young adult in his arms in the middle of the night. Reki can practically see the news story flash through his mind.
It made sense to bring him here, and not because Adam cared enough to put any thought behind it beyond saving face.
This is what Reki tells himself when a shadow overtakes him. He turns, reaching out to take his board from Tadashi when he sees Adam’s smiling face beaming down at him.
“Oh uh - ”
“Tadashi mentioned you wanted to skate.” He passes over the skateboard, and Reki stands. While he’s still dealing with major bed head, Adam appears as if he’s ready to attend meetings and press conferences all day, clad in his signature blue suit with an astute hairstyle to boot. Was he coming home from somewhere, or was he leaving?
Reki’s heart skips a beat at the question, but he tries pushing the thought away, taking the board and setting it up on the edge of the bowl. Without saying anything else, he pushes forward and sends himself straight into its depths, the momentum already enough to propel him on the other side. His hand slides to grip the board as he pulls, bending his knees for a good frontside ollie to start things off with. The movements become fluid, the jumps and tricks second nature - unforgotten and etched into his memory.
It’s freeing, and for a moment, he forgets that Adam is standing there, watching him, and enjoys the feeling of the wind in his hair and on his face. How long had it been since he’d had moments like these? It seems the past few weeks have been nothing but an uphill battle with himself, leaving no room for things like skating or good mental health.
Going home seems far from his mind now that he’s up in the air, grinding along the rim of the bowl, dashing down and up to perform various fakies and stalls. On one particular trick, he almost doesn’t catch himself and wobbles a little on the down slide. It isn’t until he pops back up to execute a frontside tailslide that he finally loses control. He catches Adam’s face a few seconds before the skateboard fumbles beneath his feet and sends Reki tumbling back into the center of the bowl.
The pain of hitting his knees and elbows has him lying there momentarily, trying to cope with the embarrassment of eating concrete and the stinging of fresh scrapes into his skin. He thinks of Adam’s face, his smile gone, his gaze calculating and pointed, as if he’d kept them glued on Reki the entire time and didn’t like that he was enjoying himself.
“Planning on sleeping down there?” Adam peers over the side, the startling look on his face now gone. “Or do you require some assistance?”
Reki reaches a hand skyward, splaying his fingers outward for a brief moment. He sees fragments of Adam in the space between them. Red eyes peer back at him between two digits, and Reki realizes for the thousandth time that he wants them on him all the time.
He can’t deny the need he feels when he looks at Adam, the attention he craves. It’s not as if he’s ignored by his friends and family, but it’s different somehow. What Reki wouldn’t give to be kept here forever.
“What if I scooped you up - ”
“ - and tied you to a bed in one of the - fuck - many rooms in my estate?”
“I could screw you every time I win a race - you’d be my prize, my trophy.”
Reki pushes himself up, grabbing his board with one hand and reaching out his other toward the edge of the bowl - toward Adam. “Help me up.” He demands it of Adam, begs it of him. With Adam’s hand in his, Reki feels a rush of heat spread throughout him - some twisted form of pride as Adam hauls him up and out of the pool.
“I have to go home,” He mumbles when his feet are firmly planted on the ground, half expecting Adam to just throw him back into the space. “M-my mom is probably worried and - and Langa - ”
Adam pulls on his hand hard enough that Reki loses his footing and stumbles up against the other’s frame. Before he can push off, an arm winds itself around his middle, and now they’re close - so close that he can feel Adam’s breath on his face. It smells like sweet mint. “Did you think I’d let you go so easily? Hm?” His voice sounds just as sweet. “You owe me for the monitor you broke.”
Heat rushes to Reki’s face as the memories of the night before flash through his mind. The palms of his hands begin to sweat as he tries to pry Adam’s arms from him. “I’ll pay to get it fixed. I work at a skateshop - I can pick up extra shifts to cover it.”
“No, I want payment now.” Adam suddenly releases him, causing Reki to stumble back a bit.
“I don’t even know where my wallet is.” He pats the back pockets of his shorts for emphasis, trying to laugh it off as some sort of joke, but Adam isn’t laughing. There’s no grin on his face, no hint at amusement in his voice. His natural drawl is replaced by a sternness Reki’s never heard before, and it sends chills down his spine. He backs up a bit more, unsure if it’s better to stay or run. Adam looks at him like he’s prey, ready to pounce on him and not in a fun way.
Reki is too far removed from thinking any of this is fun anymore.
Adam lunges as Reki turns to run, but he’s too slow, and Adam’s arms are too long. Hands grab at his clothes, his arms. He’s suddenly airborne, slung over Adam’s shoulder - face to face with Adam’s ass as they turn to walk back inside.
“Adam! Wait, put me down!” He kicks, hits, smacks Adam on the small of his back - anything to try and wriggle his way out of the other’s grasp, but he’s unsuccessful and only freed once they are back in Adam’s room and he’s tossed onto the bed.
There’s just no time to catch his breath. Adam has his hands in his grasp, jerking them above Reki’s head against the backboard of the bed. Something clinks, a metallic sound as it locks around his wrists. Reki pulls, rearing his head back to see a pair of metal cuffs attached somehow to the headboard, holding his arms in place above his head.
Where had those come from? Reki didn’t remember seeing those the night before.
“What - what are you doing?” He tries tugging on them again, but there’s no give, and when he glances at Adam, he’s already moved down the bed, fingers curled in the band of Reki’s shorts. “Wait!”
Reki’s heart plummets to his stomach even as Adam pauses momentarily. He’s looking right at Reki, but something feels off - as if Adam is peeking at him through a fog. His eyes seem hazy, and his face is flushed, and Reki can’t remember any other time that Adam looked this vulnerable and this dead set on something when he’s usually so aloof about everything.
Quietly, Adam rises off the bed and moves towards the desk nearby, reaching into its drawer and withdrawing something from it. Reki can’t quite see what it is until Adam joins him back on the bed, pulling from behind him a long, thin stick-like object. On the end sits a small, flat, red heart. “What is that?” Reki’s voice wavers against his nerves.
Adam twirls the object in his fingers. “A riding crop.” He runs the padded heart tip across Reki’s calf, tickling him. “Its primary use is for my horse, but it comes in handy on days when I need an extra pep in my step, too.”
The cuffs clink together as Reki attempts again to pull on them. “How is this payment?” He swallows, his throat suddenly too dry as his mind floods with ideas the riding crop brings. It isn’t lost on him how his dick twitches a little at the implication Adam’s grin is giving off.
“Payment - punishment. It’s all the same to me.” He reaches up and, with both hands, yanks Reki’s shorts off, not even bothering to leave behind his undershorts. He’s quick enough that Reki doesn’t even process what happened until he’s lying there, exposed to the room with a half-chub throbbing in his lap.
He watches Adam remove his own jacket and roll up the sleeves of his shirt, his face unreadable and stoic. He’s seen this look before, but he can’t quite place it. S would be Reki’s first thought, but it’s tough to know when Adam hides behind his racing mask. Maybe interviews on TV when someone throws a hard-hitting question his way, and he can’t elicit too much emotion behind his answer.
A simple face. Another mask, but Adam looks uncomfortable behind this one.
It’s going to hurt, and Reki is aware of it, but he tries to calm his nerves and not shake quite as much as he catches Adam’s attention. “Fine, let this be payment, and then you let me go home.”
Adam sighs, reaching up to loosen his tie. He pulls it over his head and wads it up in his hand. “A bold declaration from someone bound and gagged on my bed.”
“What? I’m not gagg - ” Adam shoves the crumpled tie in Reki’s mouth before he can say anything more and climbs over Reki to sit on his calves. On instinct, Reki tries pushing it out with his tongue, but the fabric is heavy, and the more he tries to push it out, the more it slips further into the back of his mouth. He can still breathe, but not being able to use his hands has Reki panicking slightly more than he was moments before. “Mmph!”
“Quiet.” Adam slaps the riding crop down on one of Reki’s thighs. The sharp, sudden sound is what makes Reki gasp at first. The sting comes later, but it’s bearable beyond the shock. He wriggles, but all it does is make Adam smack him again. “It’s for your own good.”
“Nnmmph!” Reki’s face floods with an embarrassed heat. His body is already trembling from the biting pain of each thwack of the crop against his bare skin. He counts in his head and thinks, surely Adam won’t go past ten, but it’s already at eight. Tears spring to Reki’s eyes, but beyond the blurring, he can still see Adam’s face.
His jaw sits clenched, his mouth a hardened line. Whatever force is driving Adam now is not his own. He almost doesn’t look like himself, hair a bit out of place, eyes glazed over and locked on the spots on Reki’s legs he repeatedly lavishes with the riding crop.
Reki can’t help the sob that bursts from his throat when the count reaches twelve, and for a moment, it seems to get through Adam. He halts, his hand and the crop held in mid swing, but it passes quickly, and it connects. When Reki finally manages to push the tie from his mouth, he gasps for air.
“Adam!” Yet his punishment, or payment, or whatever fucked up thing is happening right now doesn’t yield. He calls out again, three more times, and when Reki glances down, he can see that his legs aren’t just red and raw but that the skin is beginning to tear. He has to do something, say something, or -
Adam brings the crop down again, and pain shoots directly up Reki’s entire body. He reels back, bowing off the bed while his legs remain trapped, and as he searches for the air to breathe, Reki yells -
“I’m sorry!”
Everything ceases. It’s so sudden, Reki thinks he might have gone deaf. Sound is distant, but Reki can hear his own breathing, a muffled, panting struggle as he falls back to the bed in defeat. He tries to brace himself for another hit, but when it doesn’t come, Reki peers down to see that Adam has stopped completely. His arms are down at his side, the riding crop forgotten in his hand.
Reki whimpers, wanting to look at himself, but he can’t take his eyes off Adam - can’t stop noticing that there might be tears in his eyes too. “I’m sorry,” He whispers. “I shouldn’t have damaged your stuff - I - ”
Adam is quiet again as he rises off the bed. He doesn’t say a word as he turns to walk towards the door. Reki is still bound by the cuffs and rattles them in a panic as he watches Adam open the door and leave the room. Was he really going to be stuck here like this?
“Wait! Adam!”
The door remains open, and Reki remains exposed on the bed, the riding crop completely abandoned next to him. Maybe he really will be kept here forever, tied to this bed so Adam can use him however he needs. It seemed a frivolous thought earlier when the world seemed a little brighter at breakfast, but now Reki’s wrists were sore and his legs were killing him.
He couldn’t even try to move them, shaking like crazy when he tried shifting them in the slightest. He eventually gives up and waits, but the minutes begin to pile up, and after what feels like forever, Reki worries that he’s been left there to rot. “Dude,” He sighs, exhausted and overwhelmed.
Yet still - what had Adam seen to make him look the way he did at Reki just then?
Footsteps can be heard in the hallway, and Reki’s body freezes. Tadashi or anyone else who worked in the estate that Reki just hadn’t seen could walk in here and discover him. He isn’t ready for that kind of humiliation, forcing himself to bring a leg up and scrounge for a crumpled-up sheet nearby to cover himself.
He’s unsuccessful and only makes the wounds on his leg stretch and pinch in pain. Luckily, it’s Adam entering the room, and Reki breathes a sigh of relief, almost choking on the irony. In Adam’s hand is a small white box, and when he reaches the bed, Reki can see it’s a first aid kit.
“Is that for me?” Reki asks, his voice raw, raspy, and dry. Fear is still present deep down, but if Adam is offering a reprieve, Reki isn’t going to chase him away with harsh words. Adam still doesn’t say a word as he sits on the edge of the bed. He stays silent as he opens the small box and starts pulling supplies from it, quietly treating Reki’s wounds. He gingerly spreads ointment across the broken skin, careful to pad lightly over the raw and chafed areas.
Reki hisses through it, but he endures, enthralled by the sight of Adam taking care of him so well. He’s not going to ruin the moment by opening his mouth, so instead he watches and waits until Adam finishes putting bandages over the spots that are still bleeding. He mumbles a thank you as Adam shifts, leaning over him to reach out and remove the cuffs.
With Adam so close above him, Reki can see redness on the edges of Adam’s eyes. “Wait,” He breathes, grabbing at the key in Adam’s hand before it can slide into the lock.
Adam looks almost bewildered down at him, his hair out of place and hanging over his forehead, strands wet from sweat. Reki can smell the saltiness sticking to his skin. His heart breaks a little when he hears the key press into the lock, but as his wrists fall to his chest, he finds them still bound by the cuffs - free enough that Reki can hook them up and around Adam’s neck.
His fingers sift through the hair on the back of Adam’s neck, and for a blissful moment, Adam shuts his eyes and leans into it. Reki stares up at him in wonderment, his breath hitching in his throat at the sight. It’s enough that he forgets about the pain in his legs and the soreness in his wrists until Adam opens his eyes again.
Carefully, he slips his wrists and the cuffs from Adam’s neck and reaches down to grab one of Adam’s arms. There’s no resistance as Reki turns it over, the scars on the other’s wrists visible. Reki runs a thumb over each one, but they’re so overlaid he can’t quite count them all. Instead, he brings them to his mouth. He can feel Adam’s pulse jump as he presses his lips to the threaded pink flesh, and before he can stop himself, Reki opens his mouth and licks across the raised skin.
Adam’s eyes track the movements of his tongue, and pride warms Reki’s chest. He shivers beneath the other, goosebumps rising across his body as he feels heat pool down below. He leaves a wet trail up to Adam’s hand, his tongue swirling around the palm as Adam lifts it to Reki’s mouth. A soft sound escapes Reki as he feels the grooves and lines against his lips.
Those dangerous eyes never leave his mouth; whatever Reki had been seeing in Adam’s face is now almost completely gone. Replaced instead by a hunger he’s familiar with. Adam is being patient, watching, hunting, but when Reki slips two fingers inside his mouth and lavishes them with his tongue, Adam’s resolve begins to slip.
“Put them in me,” Reki moans around them. “Hurry, please.” Adam hesitates, but only for the briefest of moments before he wrenches his fingers from Reki’s mouth and reaches down to press them inside Reki’s hole.
The suddenness makes Reki gasp, the pain minimal compared to everything else. It goads Adam on, though, producing a hearty chuckle from his throat as he grins down at Reki and becomes more himself. “My firecracker - you beg for me so sweetly.” He dips down and captures Reki’s mouth, his tongue sliding softly over Reki’s own as he lets the other inside. “Even as I bruise you and hurt you.” He eats up each moan Reki spills. “What a pity I can’t actually keep you.”
Reki can’t stop the sob from bursting out of his mouth as Adam licks his way down his neck, teeth biting and marking him anywhere they can. His hands find their way into Adam’s hair as that dangerous mouth sinks further and further down his body. His chest, his belly button. It tickles, and Reki’s body twitches in response.
He doesn’t stop Adam from engulfing his cock in the wet heat of his mouth, nor when Adam adds a third finger to stretch him out. The cuffs clink as Reki moves to hold Adam’s head firmly in his hands. When Adam bottoms out on his dick, Reki rolls his hips, and together with the rhythm Adam sets with his fingers, Reki freely thrusts himself into that glorious heat.
It’s too quick - but Reki can’t help reacting to Adam. His body responds to every touch of hands, of lips, of teeth, and tongue, and -
“Yes - fuck! Adam - nngh - gonna... cum - ” Fingers curl in soft blue hair as Reki ruts up into Adam’s mouth, cumming down his throat without a second thought. The waves of his orgasm hit Reki hard, and as Adam pulls off, sucking on his tip, it’s almost too much to take. Reki whimpers and tries to wriggle out from Adam’s mouth as something else begins to take place. “Wait - wa - ” He snaps his thighs tight around Adam’s head. The rough sharpness of the bandages rubbing against his fresh wounds ignites a hot wash of pain that scours Reki’s lower half.
He tries to warn Adam again to get off of him, but Adam gathers him up in his mouth again and takes him completely inside. Reki gasps, but before he can do anything else, something bubbles up from deep inside and Reki fills Adam’s throat again.
When he’s finally able to catch his breath, Reki peers down to find the front of Adam’s shirt soaking wet. Cum wouldn’t do that, he thinks, but his mind is fried and the room is spinning and it had felt too good - too warm and - oh god -
Reki jolts up, grimacing when he remembers that Adam is three digits deep inside of him still. “Fuck - d-did I just - ”
Adam grins, huffing a soft chuckle as he leans into Reki’s space, slipping his fingers from him as he sweeps Reki’s mouth up into a kiss. “So what if it was? I’d take anything you’d give me.”
Heat rushes to Reki’s face, but he can’t hide anywhere beneath the other. Adam is already unbuckling his belt and popping off the buttons of his pants. The sound of the zipper opening is lewd, but so is the weight of Adam’s cock - hard and hot - slapping down on top of Reki’s softening erection.
Adam curls his fingers, pressing upon a spot inside that has Reki, gasping and reaching out toward the other, his hands grasping at the wet fabric of Adam’s button-up shirt. He can’t help grinding his hips down against the mattress, pushing Adam’s fingers further inside. He may be embarrassed, but it feels too good - just as it always does, because by now, Adam knows all the right buttons to press to make Reki see stars.
“Fuck - Adam,” Reki moans, his nose bumping into Adam’s ear, squeezing himself down around the digits fucking him open. This is different than most times - Reki is well aware, even as his mind fizzles into focusing on nothing but the man above him. He doesn’t mind the pain, or the punishment, or the shame he’s felt before. All of it is important, yet it is nothing at the same time.
It’s everything, and Reki has no way of letting it go, so instead of speaking, instead of ruining it all - he finds a spot on Adam’s neck to latch on to, tongue and teeth biting at flesh to help quell the storm inside of him. He clamps down until Adam makes some guttural noise - until he can taste blood on his tongue.
Adam doesn’t reprimand him, doesn’t pull him away. Reki’s mouth moves higher, bites again, and earns a quieter whimper from the older man. He reaches up and grabs Adam’s face, moves to kiss him, biting at Adam’s bottom lip until a warm tongue slips into his mouth and devours his moans once again. They fall back together on the bed as Adam pulls his fingers from Reki’s well-stretched hole, a throaty chuckle falling from his mouth as Reki whines and tries to chase them with a roll of his hips.
“Firecracker - Reki ” He groans into Reki’s mouth. He sounds wrecked and fuck - it sends a straight line of raging heat to Reki’s cock. It swells against Adam’s hardened length, the pressure almost too much to handle.
There’s noise above his head, almost like a drawer sliding open. Reki’s paying too much attention to Adam’s mouth to notice anything else, but then there’s something cold drizzling down on his dick, his balls - he can feel it sliding down his hole and jolts when he feels Adam press inside with his thumb.
“I’ll bring you home tomorrow,” Adam grunts, lining himself up. “Today, you are still mine.”
Reki grunts against the slow agonizing torture of Adam taking his time pressing inside, giving Reki a chance to feel himself stretch around Adam’s cock. He nods, lifting his arms to wrap them around Adam’s neck. The handcuffs clink together, a stark reminder to Reki that he belongs to the other - if only for a little while. He can easily delude himself into believing that tonight will last longer, spanning days, months, years, if only to stay in this moment for as long as he can.
Red eyes peer down at him beneath pretty blue lashes, all sharp edges blurred into a softness Reki has never seen before. He sucks on Adam’s tongue, groans when Adam’s hips press flush against him, and can’t stop the flood of emotion as tears fall unbidden from the corners of his eyes. Adam licks them up, his mouth tasting of salt as he greedily feeds on any sound that leaves Reki’s throat. “All - haa - all yours.”