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Knowing Koito, you expect screaming.
Ever since you met him, you've quickly learned that he's the type to overreact, to wail and shriek and occasionally even fling things at you. It's unbecoming of a second lieutenant to get carried away by emotion so easily, but you've learned to endure it. You know Koito's tantrums needed to be waited out, like a child's would. He needs to let everything out before he can think soundly again. Sometimes, although you'd never admit as much, you could even call it endearing.
Perhaps that's why this feels so strange.
'Calm' isn't the right word here, he is far from calm. This looks more like a freeze response, like a hare stopped in its tracks, waiting for the right time to dash. But this leveret can't run, not under Tsurumi's gaze.
You've tried, you really have, to tie the rope around Koito's arms as gently as possible. Otherwise at a loss for words, it's a way for you to apologize.
"Tighter," Tsurumi croons in your ear, looming right behind you like a ghost. His hands rest on your hips, a habit of his, especially in moments like these.
You focus your gaze on the rope, trying to take in individual parts of Koito and not perceive him as a whole. However, your eyes betray you, and you can't help but steal a quick look at his face. Laying chest down on the table below you, with his cheek pressed firmly against the wooden surface, most of it is obscured. What you can see from behind his tensed shoulder is an eye screwed shut and a crinkle at the bridge of his nose. You stare for a few seconds, although they feel like hours, watching droplets roll down his face. Which ones are sweat and which ones are tears, it's hard to tell.
It isn't hesitation, you wouldn't hesitate with orders from Tsurumi, but the sight makes you feel something, something you remember from a long time ago.
Tsurumi shifts his hands, reminding you of his presence. You squeeze the rope as if you're afraid of letting go, and with one powerful yank, you pull.
That elicits a whimper from Koito, a long, high-pitched sound, followed by a series of shallow, rapid-fire breaths, with garbled satsuma braided between them. Maybe you would be able to make something out of his words under different circumstances, but Tsurumi's grip tightening on your hips and his slow exhale tickling your ear are enough to distract you.
You didn't want to look back, but you feel something drip onto your shoulder. A sign that Tsurumi is taking great joy in watching the shivering mess in front of the two of you. As for you… you try not to get too close to Koito, the thought of having to look him in the eyes later if he feels your arousal is much more uncomfortable than it is to try to hover just above him.
You don't even notice how heavy your breathing has become until Tsurumi hugs you close, one of his hands wrapping around your chest. Unsure, you finally turn your head toward him, wordlessly asking what's next to come.
His focus is entirely on the second lieutenant, but his eyes flick to you for a split second. He rests his head on your shoulder for a moment and purrs in satisfaction. "Now, to his chest."
He takes a step back and strokes your head reassuringly, or, at least you think he aims to be reassuring.
You can only answer with a gulp. Doing this while staring mostly at Koito's back is one thing, but having to face him… The thought twists your guts into a knot.
Nevertheless, you can't afford to falter again. You grab Koito's shoulders with a firm grip and, as carefully as you can, turn him over to face you.
His right cheek has turned a reddish hue from being pressed against the table all this time while you've been tying and re-tying the intricate knots Tsurumi requested. At the very least, he isn't crying anymore, although the wet streaks across his face still glisten. He doesn't meet your gaze, of course, why would he? His eyes dart around in all directions, occasionally stopping on anything but you.
Sparing him the humiliation, you focus on the rope emerging from the knot behind his back. Two lengths of the cord at the ready, laid on the table in a way that almost acted like a frame around his head. You grab the end, still enough length left to wrap around his chest and upper arms, and you try to remember how it's meant to go.
You aren't entirely unfamiliar with bondage, Tsurumi sometimes brought the idea up, claiming it to be a useful skill, or an art form, or a good way of bonding between soldiers. More often than not, you're the one who's doing the tying up. It should be muscle memory by now, but this time, your fingers work against you. You start the knot, then undo it and start over. Three attempts are enough to bring Tsurumi's head back to your shoulder.
"We haven't done this in a while, have we, Sergeant?" He puts his hands over yours, guiding you through the knot, eventually taking the burden from you entirely. His approach is different than yours, while you try to get every step out of the way as quickly as possible, he tightens the rope slowly, deliberately, his eyes locked with Koito's. Koito does try to keep some of his pride now, having to face both you and Tsurumi, but his discomfort is clearly only growing. He forces deep breaths out of himself, though noticeably shaky ones. Tsurumi watches for any change in the second lieutenant as he languidly constricts the rope around Koito's arms and the very bottom of his chest.
His torso is bare, and the rope middle-grade at best, nothing like the cotton Tsurumi prefers to use on himself. Much more reminiscent of what you worked with six years ago in Hakodate. Then again, Tsurumi isn't the one who's going to have to tend to Koito's rope burn later.
The scrunch in Koito's face and the little whine he lets out seems to satisfy Tsurumi enough for him to hand the ropes back to you. Securing his hands back on your hips, he signals you to take it from here with a nod. He didn't say anything, but his head tilts down; he must have noticed your erection. Great. You know he's not going to ignore it for long.
You try not to dwell on whatever Tsurumi must be thinking, focusing instead on the task at hand. You make another knot, this time above Koito's pecs. They aren't impressive by any means, certainly not the type Tsurumi likes most, and not ideal for these bounds. Were you the one laid out on that table, you'd surely hear a word or two about your build. Tsurumi would make his delight in seeing your flesh nearly spill out between the ropes known. It's not like that kind of compliment flattered you much, but you're familiar enough with Tsurumi's preferences to know that his choosing Koito for this isn't a matter of lust. Not in the obvious way, at least.
Following Tsurumi's example, you tighten the ropes slowly. It takes a proper pull to get Koito's chest into the kind of squeeze that comes easily with many other soldiers, but you manage it. You take a moment to look at your work, not necessarily admiring it, but feeling relief that it's done. The subpar ropes must be doing a number on Koito, the flesh of his upper arms is tinged red and slightly bulging between the binds. You squint, already calculating how much salve will be needed later.
"Proud of your work, Sergeant?"
You barely register Tsurumi's words, focusing instead on Koito's shaky breath, very much against your will. It's unlike you to be so lecherous, but the sound of him trying to hang on to any semblance of composure is more than you can handle. A nod is as much of an answer as you can give to your superior.
"I've seen you do better, but I suppose you don't have as much to work with here." You actually can't recall him acknowledging Koito's presence even once this whole time. "I honestly expected a more of a fight."
You just wait to be dismissed.
To your dismay, you notice Tsurumi looking down again. Your gaze shifts back to Koito, the panic on his face mirroring your own. Tsurumi's hand grips the back of your head, tilting it down.
Right.
Of course.
How long has Koito been hard?
Your position between the men suddenly made a lot of sense as Tsurumi pushes you forward, forcing Koito's legs apart until you slot against his pelvis. He makes sure that your dicks are touching, and Koito's eyes dart around the room again. Koito normally would've covered himself and denied everything, but now, he just squirms in place. That same despair from before is back on his face, but you can't be sure if it's because of his boner, or if his attempts to move have drawn his attention back to his restraints.
Tsurumi guides your hips to back and forth, and it doesn't take long until you see a spot of precum appear on Koito's trousers. Although his legs are free, all he does is keep on writhing, struggling against his restraints.
Tsurumi begins to unbuckle your belt.
"Kinbaku is an art form, Otonoshin," Tsurumi says as he presents a rope to you. "No need to be shy about it, we practice it among ourselves all the time. Isn't that right, Tsukishima?"
Tsukishima nods silently, not at all reassuring.
You stare at the rope Tsurumi lays down on the table in front of you, then back at him. He smiles patiently as you think about it, and there is a lot to think about.
The rope looks rough, but you figure that must be what's standard. Really, you've never been very interested in art, especially not this kind. But Tsurumi, surely the sophisticated sort, must know what he's talking about . And although you've never associated art with the army, maybe this is a practice among the superiors on base. A kind of unspoken understanding between officers, one that's only now reaching your ears, much like all the rumours about what goes on between soldiers in the trenches.
Your face goes through a million expressions as you think of the best thing to say, and you eventually scurry over to whisper it directly into Tsukishima's ear.
"He wants to know who you’d like him to tie up, sir," Tsukishima says in his usual flat tone.
Your head snaps in Tsurumi's direction, your eyes big in anticipation.
Tsurumi rubs his chin for a few seconds, and you lean forward, enough so that Tsukishima has to prop you up to keep you from falling over.
"I suppose you must know some sailor knots," Tsurumi muses, then shakes his head. "But that's completely different."
You feel your heart drop, and you only hope it isn’t visible on your face.
"Besides…" Tsurumi continues, "it only makes sense that you should experience being on the receiving end first. To show you… the ropes."
You force out a chuckle, mercifully drowned out by Tsurumi's laughter. You glance over at Tsukishima, stoic as ever, though you swear you see his eyebrow twitch ever so slightly.
As the weight of Tsurumi’s words settle in, you try not to shut your eyes as old images flood back into your mind.
It's something you've been trying to banish from your brain, or at least stomp out until it was too small to bother you, but the sensation of ropes chafing your wrists is still there, clinging to you even after all this time. The masked men looming over you while they speak in a language you don't understand and push you to the ground, you could swear their fingerprints are still on the underside of your skin, impossible to scrape off.
Even though the sun shows itself in the window, you feel the darkness of that cold and damp room engulfing you again.
Your smile wavers as you finally lean over to Tsukishima again.
The sergeant speaks after a heavy sigh. "He says he's not sure, sir." He sounds somewhat strained, and you’re thankful these words don’t have to leave your mouth.
But, it still feels wrong to admit this. To risk disappointing Tsurumi is like Russian roulette, except worse.
Tsurumi exhales. "I understand your concern, Otonoshin." He stands up, moving from his place across the table to instead sit right next to you. You can barely fight back the squeal that wants to escape your throat. He puts his hand on your shoulder, his grip firm in a comforting way, but more importantly, it’s a rare treat.
"You're young, I suppose I can't expect too much from you."
You raise your eyebrows.
Tsurumi begins to straighten out your uniform as he speaks. "I thought you would be over it by now, but perhaps I misjudged you. Perhaps the process of becoming a man takes longer than I remember."
Your heart could have stopped right then and there, and it would have been preferable to hearing Tsurumi's words.
You’re aware of the way your fellow army men see you, painfully so. But for Tsurumi to share that opinion, that you’re still a brat who hides behind his father's rank, unfit for helping him lead the platoon, it’s a thought almost too painful to consider.
So, even if Tsurumi's suggestion would make you feel like that kid in his stupid little suspenders all over again, perhaps this is the way to kill that boy within you. You realise that whether you chose to do it or not, your mind would end up back in Hakodate. But if you said yes, Tsurumi wouldn't see that. Tsurumi would see a soldier.
So, if this is what it takes to prove yourself, then…
"I'MSORRYSIRIMADEUPMYMINDACTUALLYI'MSOREADYFORTHISI'VENEVERBEENSOREADY!" The words escape your mouth in quick succession as you bow to your superior officer. "ANDEAGERIAMALSOEAGER."
Tsurumi tilts his head. "I take it you’ve decided to do it?"
You nod in response, frantically so.
"Great!" He smiles at you again, and it feels like a gift from heaven itself. "On the table, then."
Koito's legs are propped up on your shoulders and Tsurumi is still glued to your back. He thrusts into you, guiding your hips back and forth in a way that makes you feel as if you aren't truly participating. You consider that a mercy.
With your trousers at your ankles and Koito's thrown somewhere on the floor, Tsurumi is the only one who remains fully dressed. You expected differently from him. It isn't unlike him to enter you unannounced, yet he isn't even touching himself now, he seems perfectly happy fucking Koito vicariously through you. In fact, he's making more noise than you can bring out of yourself, but still, it's mostly drowned out by Koito.
Koito is breathing faster than you've ever heard, even for him, and Tsurumi's uncontrollable thrusts certainly don't help. You aren't happy about it either, usually you'd prefer to take it much slower, but Tsurumi forces you to bash into Koito without leaving you time to catch a breath.
His breathing, the sounds he's making, you would never confess this, but they keep you going. There's something in the quick, shallow inhales, and in the way he whimpers like a wounded animal, waiting for death with an arrow through its body.
For once, you thrust on your own, harder than Tsurumi.
Koito throws his head back and arches his back, another sound escaping his mouth. A moan that stretches on and on, even though it sounds like there's little air left in his lungs.
You exhale, sure that Tsurumi must have pieced together what you've been chasing. His left hand moves to your back and pushes you to lean forward. You prop yourself up with your hands on to the table, and with Koito's head between them, it feels almost claustrophobic. You can't avoid looking at his face in this position, but you don't care anymore.
Glossy eyes squint up at you, and you aren't sure what he means to communicate, if anything. It feels strange, he's usually so easy to read. At the very least, hearing him up close certainly does something to you. Your own breathing speeds up as you feel yourself getting close.
Shifting enough of your weight onto your left side, you use your other arm to grab Koito by the ropes around his chest and pull him close. It's a moment of weakness, but for once, you don't stop short. He gasps when you unhook your fingers from the rope and wrap your arm around him, securing him to your chest. But he doesn't sound displeased. He buries his face in your shoulder, and you can smell his sweat so well now. It's exhilarating.
"Easy, Sergeant." Tsurumi's words tickle one ear while Koito's muffled whimpers fill the other. Tsurumi squeezes your hips as he guides you to slow down. You nearly forgot he was there, but you comply.
Slowly now, you slip in and out of Koito. Pressing against him, you can feel how hot his entire body really is. His heat and the friction of the rough ropes rubbing against your chest finally pushed you over the edge. You squeeze him tight as you unload into him with a low groan.
Tsurumi pats your back, but you can barely process it. You don't want to let go of Koito, or to pull out for that matter, but Tsurumi pries you off of him.
Looking down at yourself, you register a splash of white. Koito's cum is sprayed up your torso. It's a bit of a surprise, you hadn't noticed it happen. It lifts a bit of weight from your heart, knowing that he found at least some pleasure in this.
You're still catching your breath as you look down at Koito again. He's sprawled out on the table, limp as a corpse if not for the movement of his chest, still rapidly rising and falling. You've stretched him out more than you thought, and the sight of your cum dripping from his hole almost makes you want to go for another round.
"Great job, Tsukishima. Amazing. I knew you would be great for this." He hugs you from behind, petting your head as one would pet a beloved dog.
You take a moment to come back to your senses before bending down to get yourself dressed again.
"Should I untie him now, sir?" You turn around to face him, trying not to let too much concern show in your voice.
Tsurumi shakes his head. "You’ve done more than enough. I'll have someone else take care of him." He walks over to the door and gives it a knock. What is he-
Before you can ask any more questions, the door creaks open.
Usami flashes you a smile.