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“ Akahebi, bind him .“
“I still don’t think this is a very smart idea,” Makoto said, watching the demonic chains of Shusaku’s Cursed Gear wind around his body, starting at both ankles and slithering up his body like vaguely metallic, surprisingly warm snakes. The brunet knew how mercilessly steely they could become, wrapping around throats and limbs to tear enemies apart as if they were quartered and drawn like in medieval times. More often than not they had worked as a team, with these chains wrapping around a vampire and turning it immobile so Makoto could ram his trident into it, turning it to ash.
To use them as a sex toy seemed… well, it seemed a little wrong .
“You don’t have to worry your pretty little head,” Shuu replied in that airy way of his, as if Makoto’s worries were completely unfounded and a mere slip in control would not turn him possessed. The dark-haired soldier climbed onto the bed just as the chains, having encircled Makoto’s ankles, thighs, waist and upper arms reached his wrists. His blue eyes were intent on his body, directing the chains where he wanted them to hold Makoto down; the chains tightened when they had finished their journey by looping around the bed’s headboard. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was unsettling to be treated like the thing they fought so hard against. There was a demon clinging to his body, quite literally, gently pulsing against his bare skin with ghostly energy.
For one mind-spinning moment, the sensation reminded Makoto of tentacle porn – a term he had heard from the older members of JIDA, a curiosity from before the virus, when there was still a civilization and regional culture to speak of that didn’t solely revolve around survival.
The chains glowed against his skin, tinting it rosy where they pressed in, and slowly moved; Makoto’s legs were pulled apart until it was almost uncomfortable, his ankles moved towards his thighs.
“That’s more like it.” Shuu, at least, looked pleased, no doubt because he had managed to talk his demon into participating in their little game. And Makoto, too. The brunet still looked worried.
It was very obvious that Shusaku didn’t quite care whether Makoto was truly fully okay with this, not above taking the pony-tailed brunet’s hesitant consent that was all Makoto wanting to please his lover and barely even one percent kink on Makoto’s part. No, this fantasy was all Shuu’s. Who was he to say no when Makoto offered himself up like this? That would be beyond rude, a precious gift carelessly rejected.
Blue eyes glinted in the rosy light pressed against Makoto’s skin; it was growing dark outside and neither had bothered to turn on the lights when they had come into the bedroom. It made for a very enticing show, in Shuu’s opinion. Red suited Makoto. His hand trailed up the bound man’s body, starting with a feather light touch at his ankle and running his fingertips up the inside of his bent leg, across his hip, catching in the shallow dent of his navel. “You’re gorgeous.”
There was a definite blush coloring Makoto’s cheeks, as much from the way he was exposed in front of the other’s eyes as well as the compliment. “No need to flatter me. I’m already naked.” A brittle laugh followed the statement, an attempt to lift the nervousness. The sound caught in Shuu’s answering grin.
“I calls it how I sees it.” His fingertips reached Makoto’s nipple, tinted pink – the light had begun to throb gently, and grew a bit brighter when Makoto gasped, tilting his head back. Shuu drew all four pads of his fingers over the nub, strumming it like an instrument, in quick, smooth succession; Makoto had no wiggle room besides the ability to squirm a little bit. Shusaku could see the chains tightening just a smidgen more, feel his demon’s heat in the back of his mind and wondered, for a mere moment, how long it had been since Akahebi had had anyone underneath herself like this. Had she ever? He made a mental note to pester her about it when he wasn’t busy with his boyfriend.
Makoto had begun to pant softly. As usual, nothing got him going quicker than having his nipples played with; with a predatory grin, Shuu leaned over him and caught the other one with his mouth, trapping it firmly between his lips and giving it a determined suck whenever the stroke of his fingers ended only to start again a second later. Each suck, each surprising squeeze every few strokes brought forth a moan, or a choked mewl. Makoto’s hairtie was coming loose with each toss of his head and with a quick snatch, Shusaku reached up to steal it completely, partly so Makoto wouldn’t be uncomfortable and end up with a rat’s nest by the end of this, but mostly because Shuu had a thing for seeing the brunet with his hair down. It was luscious and silky, the ends brushing his shoulderblades, a gleaming chestnut in color. It was also super practical to wrap around his hand and use as reigns. Shuu loved it.
He wrapped the elastic around his wrist so they wouldn’t lose it, they were increasingly hard to come by and Makoto would be pissed if he couldn’t find it later, his lips pressing warm, wet kisses against the bound one’s sternum. “Like that, do you?”
“Sh-shut up…”
Shusaku laughed; Makoto’s voice was breathy, lowered by an octave, his eyes darkened and fixed on him when Shuu looked up. “What, you don’t?”
“Of course I do! I thought that was obvious.”
“Hmm, I wonder…” He did not wonder, but he wandered, trailing kisses down his boyfriend’s tight body until he could curl his tongue into his navel; Makoto’s cock, rock hard by now and resting against his lower abdomen, smeared warmly against the underside of his chin. “Ah, now it’s obvious. Wow, Mako-chan, I didn’t know you were that much into being tied up. You little pervert.”
Makoto groaned wordlessly and let his head fall back so he didn’t have to look at that broad grin. It left him unprepared for the warm tongue suddenly pressed against his crown, making a lazy circle before swiping over the head, or the way Shuu’s eyes brightened with a sudden idea… or the elastic hairtie being wrapped around the base of his cock, once, twice, three times until it was snug against his skin. “What the-!” Shuu’s mouth sank down over him until his lips touched the elastic and Makoto’s mind went blank; for all the teasing his boyfriend subjected him to, he was really good at deepthroating. It was almost enough to ignore the slicked fingers stroking the rim of his hole until three were inside him to the last knuckle and stroking his sweet spot like they had stroked his nipple.
A cry tore from Makoto’s throat. His cock was throbbing, heart beating so hard he could hear his pulse in his ears, the whole situation overwhelming; usually he would have buried both hands in Shuu’s silk-fine hair, the black strands sliding through his fingers smoothly, and now he couldn’t – and what was worse (or even better, he hadn’t decided yet) was the cling of Shuu’s demon all around his body, holding him open, helpless, vulnerable to anything Shuu wanted to do to him. A shudder ran down his spine, settling in the small of his back as an exquisite thrill.
Shuu pulled back, leaving his cock thickly glossy, strings of saliva clinging to his grinning mouth. “I wonder if you can cum like this, you know. I mean, the tie isn’t that tight.”
A glower was his reward, followed by a muted groan when Makoto bit his lips shut, not about to give his boyfriend the pleasure of seeing him react to that statement. “You’re a sadistic bitch sometimes, you know that?”
His pout was too cute. Shusaku could not help laughing at him, his hands running up the brunet’s inner thighs. “Yeah, I guess so. You wouldn’t want it any other way. Don’t even try to deny that.” Makoto sulked at him quietly. Good boy. With a lot more enthusiasm than he had though he could muster, Shuu scooted closer, eyes glinting, and dragged the damp head of his cock along smooth skin until he found the entrance to his boyfriend’s body. The wet, crinkly muscle felt amazing to rub against aready, but Shuu knew it would be even better clinging to the very root of him. “You ready?”
Another silent glare. With a soft chuckle he pressed forward, the mirthful sound melting into a quiet groan. Even if they were playing a bit rough now, with the bondage and the impromptu cock ring, Shusaku went slow for the initial push; Makoto was built narrowly, incredibly tight, and he didn’t want to make him uncomfortable no matter how often the brunet told him to just fucking go for it, I’m not made of glass; of course he said nothing now and Shuu couldn’t help but be a tad worried that he had taken this too far. The feeling melted when he bottomed out in one long, smooth stroke, rasping against all the silken walls of Makoto’s core which in itself felt incredible already, but he was also rewarded with Makoto’s eyes closing almost completely, soft lips parting to release that ragged little moan Shuu loved so much. Makoto was never particularly loud in bed, courtesy of basically growing up in barracks and having to make do with being horny and sharing a bedroom hall with a dozen other men at the same time, but that tiny little sound… it got Shusaku every time. It held all of Makoto’s longing, all of his need and it had him trained like a dog on a leash, carefully inching back and sinking back inside, the pace never speeding up much. It was slow but intense, especially with the way Makoto was being held down, open to only him and unable to wiggle away; it was the possibility of doing whatever he wanted to Makoto, not a descriptive fantasy of what he’d do, that turned Shusaku on beyond belief. If the only thing separating this encounter from regular love making were the demonic chains, he’d still be thrilled.
Shusaku bent forward, his hands on either side of Makoto’s chest, and kissed him; the next little sound he would taste , feel it vibrate against his tongue. Between their bellies, he could feel Makoto’s cock twitch as he stroked it with his front with each thrust he made.
The next sound, it turned out, was one of his own. Something that felt like a fingertips stroked down along the length of his spine, starting at his nape and gliding between his ass cheeks without hesitation; Shuu closed his eyes and moaned. It wasn’t unusual for Makoto to stroke and touch him when they were in bed, going as far as playing with his hole, or balls if he could reach them, but-
Makoto was chained up.
The thought insistently broke the pleasurable fog that had misted Shuu’s mind, accompanied by a low, throaty laugh that only he could hear. “Wha-“
He glanced back, blue eyes blinking at the spectacle, yet his hips never stopped their slow rolling as if they had a mind of their own. Each pull back had him rock back against the chain that was winding around one of his thighs, poised behind him like a snake.
Did you think I’d agree to this if I didn’t plan to play, too?
The chain, slender as a finger, reared back as if ready to strike and pushed into him. Below him, Makoto laughed and strained up to kiss his throat, entirely too amused by this, sucks to be you ; the apparition of his demon dragged back and forth for a mere moment before thickening inside him, increasing in volume until Shusaku felt full to the brim, a helpless moan rising from him. The chain didn’t move in its engorged state, but it pulsed , throbbed right against his prostate as if zeroing in on that spot particularly – and let’s be real, it probably did. Another wrapped around his other thigh, clamping around the highest part, and slowly dragged him back only to shove him back in with greater force than Shuu had. Makoto gave a startled gasp and Shusaku turned his head back to him, eyes wide, absolute surprise written on his handsome face. They stared at each other while Shusaku’s demon took over his body in a wholly different way than it usually did, using her chains to manipulate him into giving it to the brunet harder until they were both moaning, Shuu’s arms trembling and giving out under the onslaught, his face buried in the curve of Makoto’s neck, chestnut strands tickling his nose. “Fuck…”
Exquisitely sandwiched like this, Shusaku felt his peak approach in no time and without any restraints, he was thrown over more than merely passing it; his blood rushed in his ears, his cries muffled against Makoto’s skin but even as he came, even as he was done, Akahebi was relentless in her assault. “But…”
You’re not done. Your lover isn’t finished yet. Humans are so selfish…
Shuu grit his teeth and closed his eyes tight. His body didn’t slow down, even if he had wanted it to; Makoto’s soft, steady moans didn’t help. He felt as if they had ganged up on him.
Maybe try it like this? Now she was absolutely mocking him, pretending to be helpful, always with that amused undertone.
“Sh-shut up…”
Makoto frowned at him. “I didn’t say- oh.” He breathed a laugh. “Really wish I could hold you right now…”
Shusaku had a feeling Akahebi would not let him go until they were done, she was a bitch like that after all. He turned his head and kissed Makoto’s pulse point, catching the smooth skin between his lips and sucking, hard, until the bound brunet cried out and arched up against him. The sharp bit of pain was enough to send him over, fingers curling around the chains where he could reach them, his body tightening almost painfully around Shusaku’s sensitive cock. “Ah, fuck…” He could feel the warm wetness of Makoto’s cum splash between them. It would be sticky in no time, but before he could worry about it, Akahebi gave him one last throb - and vanished, as if melting into air. Makoto sagged, the insides of his knees sinking in against Shuu’s hips.
“Damn. That was… unexpected.”
Shuu grumbled, curling his arms tightly around the brunet. Some of the tension in his body left when Makoto clung to him, arms wrapping around his shoulders.
“Are you seriously pouting right now? You should know better than to play with demons.”
“Shut up…”
Makoto laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of Shuu’s head, finally able to touch him all he wanted. He cherished that more, now, after being denied holding onto his boyfriend. “I liked it.”
“Hmph.” Shuu would never admit that he had liked it, too, beginning to end… but the low laughter in the back of his mind told him Akahebi knew, anyway. Crap. And from the looks of it, Makoto did too. Shuu rolled off the other finally, but stayed close, cuddled against the warm body, his head on Makoto’s shoulder. The brunet wrapped his arms around him again; the backs of his fingers gently stroked up and down the outside of Shusaku’s biceps, his cheek resting against the silk-fine, dark hair. It was quiet, and by now fully dark without even the glow from the chains; Makoto could smell Shuu’s shampoo, a clean scent that was familiar and soothing, feel the soft strands of his hair against his face. Shuu huffed softly again, his pride obviously bruised, and Makoto laughed lowly, nuzzling at him. “Hey.”
Shuu grunted.
“Heeey.”
“What?”
Makoto smiled. “I love you.”
The drag of Shuu’s skin against his made him shiver; lips pressed against the tender spot under his ear, placed a trail of soft pecks along his jaw until they arrived at the corner of his mouth. “I love you too.”
The brunet’s smile widened. “Hey.”
“I love you. Now get some rest. And…” Shuu sighed. “Let’s not do that again…”
Aw. So mean.
“...she’ll never let me live this down.”
“Yeah, neither will I, to be honest.”
“I said rest, Makoto.”
Makoto grinned and turned his head a bit to brush his lips against Shusaku’s pout. “Fine. Good night.”
“Good night, babe.”
Shusaku lay down again after a last firm peck, nuzzling into the curve of Makoto’s neck. He’d have to check for bruises in the morning.
But first, he would have to live through a night of Akahebi giving him wet dreams just for the fucking heck of it.