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How he ended up here is beyond him.
It started back at his dorm. His thumb grazed over the leather as he held it in his hand. It was a gag gift he got from a roommate that he had hidden away and forgot about. It’s simple, shiny black leather with a silver ring dangling from the middle. He flopped back against his bed, collar resting next to him as he stared up at his ceiling.
Currently he was back at the college picking up some stuff he may need while he’s working with Overwatch. While searching through his closet he found the small box where the collar originated. Really he should’ve just opened it and put it back, but his brain wandered. Specifically, it wandered to a very specific cursed individual. It was one time, one stupid comment that Mizuki had said in passing.
“Good heals, pup.”
Wuyang is extremely glad that no one else heard him, nor did they witness how red he got. Mizuki just walked off like he didn’t just drop a new bomb on Wuyang. That was a few days ago now and he’s still not over it. And sure, he's been compared to a puppy before. Wuyang is a lot of things. Hard working, loyal, responds to praise well. It’s just normal Wuyang things. It’s just coincidence he’s been compared to a puppy once or thrice… maybe 18 times.
Mizuki is probably the first to make him realize that it might be something deeper.
He reaches for his phone, quickly scrolling through his contacts before he finds the one he's looking for. It rings a couple times before finally, Mizuki answers. “Whats up?” Now that he’s hearing his voice, he doesn’t even know what he wants to say. “Are you free? Tonight preferably, if you’re not thats fine, I just got something stuck on my mind and I think it’d be easier if I just nipped it in the butt. Like I said, if you’re not free thats cool-“ He can hear Mizuki chuckle on the other side of the line. “You don’t gotta explain yourself. Yes I'm free, honestly if you hadn’t called, I was gonna go mad from boredom.” Wuyang lets out a sigh of relief. “Alright, I’ll be there in a few hours. I gotta finish up here first.” He sits up, momentarily forgetting about the collar. “Alright, see ya then.” Wuyang looks to his side, noticing the collar and his eyes widen. He should probably ask about it now. “Oh wait-“
The calls already ended. He’s staring at Mizuki’s contact with pink dusting his cheeks. He sighs, head falling. Maybe he’s over thinking it. He unclasps it, putting it on backwards so he can clasp it back together before adjusting it so it sits right. Looking over at his mirror, he’s realizing it is in fact that deep. It’s a tight fit, not choking, almost perfect actually. He loops a finger through the ring, tugging lightly. His blush deepens slightly.
Oh.
He swallows the knot in his throat, watches his Adam’s apple bob just above the collar. Would Mizuki be into it? Is this too far? He reaches behind his neck, unclasps it and lets it fall into his hand. The light reflects off the silver loop, mirroring his flustered face. He sets it back in its box, leaving it on his bed instead of hiding it away. He returns to packing his important stuff as he tries to distract his mind from his newfound discovery. After he was done he packed a quick bag. Spare clothes, a repair kit in case his staff ends up broken, and the collar.
Yeah no, he knows exactly how he ended up here.
Here being Mizuki’s bed mostly naked aside from his boxers, collar snug against his throat, dick pressing against his boxers. For the past couple minutes, Mizuki has been having his fun with Wuyang, teasing and marking him up. His breath comes out ragged, staring up into the other’s pale eyes. “I’m gonna be honest, I wasn’t sure you’d enjoy something like this.” Mizuki admits. “You really went through all of this just because I called you pup?” He smirks. Wuyang stammers for a moment. “It’s not that! I had it for a couple months now. It was a gag gift-!” He’s cut off by a shaken moan as Mizuki trails a finger against his clothed dick, touch so light its torturous. He ruts his hips up into the touch, letting out a shaky whine when Mizuki pulls his hand away with a chuckle. “So needy, having fun?” Wuyang’s hips fall back against the bed as he lets out a huff. “Please..”
The sound of chains unraveling from Mizuki’s arm has Wuyang momentarily confused before he feels a tug on the collar. He sits up immediately, looking at Mizuki, then at the chain now clipped to his collar. The chain is the one that loops through Mizuki’s prosthetic. “Might as well top it off, no?” The chain isn’t tight, theres about a foot of chain slack between them, resting against Wuyang’s chest and abdomen. Theres a tug on his chain as he’s pulled into a kiss. His hands fall to Mizuki’s waist, not pulling him closer just yet. He wanted permission, permission to touch and feel his lover. “Mizu-“ He’s cut off by a tongue pressing into his mouth, he can feel the other smile against his lips. He presses Wuyang to lay back, hands moving to push the younger’s legs apart.
Mizuki grinds his hips down, pressing against Wuyang. The younger whines against his lips, hips immediately moving and seeking that pressure. Mizuki pulls away from the kiss, looking at those brown eyes as he lets Wuyang rut against him. Mizuki’s still dressed, too many layers of clothes between them. “Gonna work for it, puppy?” He sets down one of Wuyang’s legs, hand coming to wrap around his still clothed dick. Wuyang’s breath stutters as he thrusts up into his hand, pulling a quiet chuckle from Mizuki. “So desperate, you’re having a lot of fun with this.” He swipes his thumb over his tip, watching the fabric darken with pre-cum. “As if you’re not.” Wuyang manages, whining when Mizuki’s hand return to his thigh, pushing it up as he grinds against him. The chain jingles as Wuyang tosses his head back as he humps into Mizuki’s thrusts. “M-more please..” Mizuki tilts his had almost playfully. “More what?”
”Fuck me.” It’s not often Wuyang curses. Even then it’s not enough.
”Fuck you how?”
He quickens his pace, makes it harder for Wuyang to focus on anything other than not cumming in his pants right then and there. “We can keep this up or I can properly fuck you. Let me treat you, puppy.” Wuyang’s hands grip at his shirt, at the hem of his pants, trying to both pull him closer and push him away. “You are gonna cum from this first.” He grinds his hips down and Wuyang’s brain feels like it’s fried. He can just barely feel Mizuki’s pussy through the layers, that tantalizing heat just millimeters away. He wants him so bad, wants nothing more than to be good for him. He pleads between moans, stammering when Mizuki pulls the chain tight. Wuyang’s eyes roll back slightly feeling the pressure, legs trembling as he cums. His cum seeps through the fabric of his boxers onto Mizuki’s pants.
Finally Mizuki pulls away, lets Wuyang lower his hips as the chain goes slack. He sits back on his heels, looking at the mess of his lover with a sly smile on his face. “Such a good boy.” He whispers under his breath, just loud enough for Wuyang to hear, judging by the whine he gets in response. He pulls off Wuyang’s boxers, tossing them elsewhere in the room before reaching for the drawer where he keeps supplies for nights like this. Theres the sound of other stuff being moved around and Wuyang realizes hes not just grabbing one thing. He looks over, taking note of the lube, the vibrator, dildo, and the strap laying next to him. His eyes widened as he looks up at Mizuki, as if silently asking if this was what he meant. Mizuki notices his face, pressing a light kiss to his lips. “Nervous?” Wuyang hesitates for a moment. “It’s my uh.. first time receiving.”
Something in Mizuki’s swirls with pride knowing he’s the first to do this for Wuyang. He lets out a breath, suddenly feeling just how soaked he is. He pulls his belt from his pants, letting them fall before kicking them off. He grabs the lube, coating his fingers in a good amount. He looks at the younger, making sure he’s ready. Wuyang sucks in a breath, he trusts Mizuki and knows that this experience would be far from bad. He nods. “Just relax for me puppy.” Mizuki leans over him, pulling him into another kiss as his fingers prod against Wuyang’s hole. He takes it slow, presses one in gently and waiting a moment to let Wuyang adjust to the feeling. Wuyang lets out an exhale through his nose, hands coming up to Mizuki’s hair and entangling in it. Mizuki licks into his mouth, pressing in a second finger. He watches Wuyang’s face, watches for any sign of pain or discomfort. But theres nothing past the furrow of his eyebrows and the flushed cheeks as Wuyang’s eyes flutter open, looking at him.
Mizuki pulls away. “Good?” Wuyang nods. He feels him press down against his fingers, listening to him moan. Mizuki smiles, so desperate. He slowly drags his fingers in and out, scissoring them and gently stretching Wuyang open. He presses in a 3rd finger, feeling Wuyang clench around him. He brings his free hand up to Wuyang’s chest, thumb teasing his nipple. The three fingers in his hole curl, searching for what makes Wuyang shake. The younger whimpers against his lips, hips rutting against his hand.
Then suddenly, Wuyang’s eyes widened as he chokes out a moan. “M-M-Mizuki!” His voice cracks as he clings to the older. Mizuki runs his fingers back over that spot, over and over. “Oh? Did I find it?” He can’t help but chuckle as Wuyang trembles underneath him. “You’re doing so good for me. Just a bit longer, k?” He doesn’t let up, if anything he applies more pressure to his prostate. Wuyang lets out breathy moans, practically fucking himself on his fingers. “More.. Mizuki more..” He begs so sweetly. “Gonna be a good puppy while I fuck you. You’re ready for me yeah?” Wuyang nods, the jingle of the collar almost drowned out by his moans. He’s tittering on the edge of another orgasm, however Mizuki pulls away then. “Wait- wait what-“ Mizuki shushes him with a kiss, hands coming to Wuyang’s hips. “Flip over.”
Wuyang rolls onto his front, lifting his hips up as he braces himself against the pillow. Mizuki’s hands flatten against his cheeks, pulling them apart as he looks at Wuyang’s fluttering hole. Wuyang watches ask Mizuki throws his own boxers to the side, plunging two fingers into himself with ease. His eyes close, lips pressed in a tight line as he fingers himself. It doesn’t slip Wuyang’s mind how easy his fingers went in, he fingered himself before Wuyang even got here. Wuyang lets out a breath, absentmindedly rutting against the mattress at the thought. Mizuki reaches for the vibrator, pulling out his fingers and inserting the vibrator. “Just a little something for myself. Don’t mind me.” His voice trembles slightly. A faint humming noise fills the room alongside a shaky breath, Mizuki setting the remote next to Wuyang for easy access later.
He looks at the dildo as Mizuki picks it up, attaching it to the strap. It’s a pale blue, decent in size. Mizuki seems lost in thought as he lubes it up, eyes flicking over Wuyang for a moment before he decides against whatever his idea was, letting a breathy laugh out as he slicks up the toy. “Another time.” He mutters just loud enough for Wuyang to hear, who looks at him with a tilt of his head. “Nothing, puppy. Just self indulgent thoughts.” The nickname almost comes as second nature and for some reason Wuyang blushes at it. It’s barely noticeable given how red he was already but he felt his cheeks heat up more. He buries his face into the pillow, having to resist the urge to kick his feet. Finally, Mizuki grips his hip, tip of the dildo catching on the rim of his hole. “Breathe, I’m not gonna do anything you’re not-“ Wuyang grips his wrist. He looks back at him. “Please just.. just take me. I can take it, please. Let me be good.”
Mizuki stares, taken aback by his bluntness. But finally that thin line breaks a little. He presses in, slowly sinking into Wuyang’s tight hole. Wuyang shakes, hands gripping the pillow as he chokes out a broken moan. Mizuki finally bottoms out, giving him just a moment before he pulls back, starting them at a slow pace. It’s slow and deep, stretching Wuyang open in ways he never thought possible. He grips the chain, tugging it slightly and causing Wuyang to lift his head. “You wanna know something?” Mizuki asks as he quickens his pace slightly, the snap of his hips moving how the vibrator sat inside of him. He whines slightly, though it’s drowned out by the moans and whimpers from his lover. “You broke me, you know? I realized I can’t cum with my other toys, not as hard as you made me cum.” He drops the chain, Wuyang’s whines muffled by the pillow. “I got this one commissioned a couple days ago, got it earlier today just before you called me. I dont know what you did, but I can’t get off without thinking of you, thinking about your perfect dick.” As he speaks, his hand wraps around the younger’s dick.
Wuyang breath falls short, knuckles white from his grip on the pillow as Mizuki strokes him at the same speed he's fucking him. “This one is a tad bit longer than you, but the girth is the same. Trust me, I made sure it was perfect for the both of us.” The implication is clear and Wuyang can’t formulate a response other than a broken moan. Mizuki adjusts his grip, pulling back to see the blue shine from the lube before he slams back into him. Again, Wuyang makes another incoherent sound and Mizuki knows he’s found it again. “P-Please!” Mizuki presses down on the small of his back, allowing himself to fuck at an angle to better hit his prostate. Again, one of Wuyang’s hands comes back to grip his wrist, however Mizuki doesn’t slow down. Instead his pace increases, Wuyang keening as his tries to fuck back against him.
Mizuki stares down at his shaking lover, looks at how his muscles ripple under the skin, looks at how his skin shines with sweat. There was something so beautiful about this, but it needs more. People need to know what’s his. His puppy. He leans down, breath fanning across the skin of his shoulder for just a moment before he bites into it. He doesn’t linger for long, pulling back to bite again and again and again. He has half the thought to worry, thinks for a moment that Wuyang will stop him. But he doesn’t, if anything he’s louder. They’re so lucky Mizuki made sure that the house would be empty. He feels something wet spread across his fingers, not even batting an eye as he continues his rough pace. “Mine.” He grunts, the vibrator pressing against his sweet spot as he bites down again. Wuyang sobs into the pillow, his orgasm working through him in waves as he tries to formulate a thought. But he can’t. He knows he’s hard again, his entire body so sensitive, trembling in pure ecstasy.
Suddenly the chain is retracted, Mizuki gripping the collar itself with both hands as he pulls Wuyang against his chest. The younger’s eyes roll back, breaths coming short as the collar gets tugged harder. Mizuki bites his shoulder again. “Another.” It’s muffled but Wuyang understands, knows what he wants. He tries to stroke himself, but Mizuki’s hand catches his own, folding it behind his back. “Please M-Mizuki let me-“ He tries to speak, the collar tugged so tightly against his throat makes it hard. Mizuki fucks into him, hips snapping, dildo abusing Wuyang’s prostate.
Wuyang cums again with a cry, cum squirting across his sheets and managing to hit his headboard. Mizuki lets go, lets him breathe. Wuyang’s collapses, breaths coming in fast as his orgasm wrecks him. Mizuki pulls out, breathing heavy as he looks down at him. He can see Wuyang’s dark eyes peering at him through his bangs, full of desire and love. The last bit of his self control snaps. He grips his leg, making him roll onto his back. He quickly removes the strap, pulls out the vibrator, ignoring Wuyang’s sound of confusion. “I’m not done with you yet.” He lines up his dick with his hole, Wuyang’s hands coming to grip his waist. “I can’t- Mizuki- Mizuki I can’t, please!-“ He’s cut off by a cry as Mizuki sinks down on him. “You’re so good, such a good boy. Can you keep up with me just for a moment, please I’m so close.” He practically begs Wuyang. Mizuki’s pace is almost as fast as how he was fucking him. Wuyang’s eyes snap close, mouth trapped open in a silent cry as Mizuki clenches around him.
Mizuki clings to him, face buried in his neck as Wuyang’s dick presses deep into him, hits all the right spots. It’s not long before he finally cums, damn near sobbing into his neck. He feels Wuyang cum a third time, that warmth filling him so deep, his mind goes numb for a moment. “Did such a good job for me. You were so pretty like that.” He mutters, hands coming up to cup Wuyang’s cheeks. Wuyang’s still shaking, breaths whiny as he looks at him. He pulls Mizuki into another kiss, this one softer, not as desperate as before. He lets himself relax, lets himself get lost in that comfortable feeling.
“I love you.” Wuyang mutters between them. It’s the first time one of them has said it since they’ve gotten together. Both of them were too scared to. Mizuki blinks his eyes open, pulls away as he looks down at him with a soft smile. “I love you too, Wuyang.” Theres no dread, no lingering feeling of the curse trying to pry him away from this moment. It was just him and Wuyang, pressed together and basking in each other’s warmth.
Mizuki winces, lifting his hips before flopping down on the bed next to him. “So?” He says. Wuyang looks at him confused for a moment. “So…?” He trails off, not catching what he was asking. “Did I solve your issue?” He flicks the metal ring on the collar to remind him, Wuyang blinking before chuckling. “Yeah, yeah you did. Made me realize a lot of things actually.” He won’t deny that the overstimulation did things to him he’s never even thought of. Mizuki’s brows shoot up. “The more you learn. Don’t be shy if you wanna explore stuff like this, I’m down for most things.” His eyes look over the bites, realizing just how hard he bit him in a few spots. Thats gonna be sore later. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
The two eventually got up and cleaned up. Settling back down in Mizuki’s room, they could faintly hear footsteps coming down the hall. Theres a knock and Wuyang panics for a moment. Mizuki signals him to calm down with his hand. “Who is it?” Mizuki asks as he pulls a shirt on. A familiar voice responds and Wuyang can’t tell if he’s more nervous or more relaxed about the situation. “The only person who’s aware of the fact Wuyang’s here. I brought some donuts back so if you guys want any they're down stairs.” Kiriko answers. “Kay’.” Mizuki responds. Wuyang’s on his bed, thumb once again smoothing over the collar. He brings his hand up to his neck, rubbing over the slightly sore skin. “You good?” Mizuki asks. Wuyang nods. “Can you be rough like that more?”
Mizuki stares at him. “Wuyang, we’re gonna go for a round two if you ask me something like that again tonight.” Wuyang, fearing for his dick, quickly pushes the collar back into his bag, cheeks burning. He can hear the other laughing, that sweet sound bouncing around his heart. “Sure puppy. Anything for you.”