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It’s dark. Rio can’t see anything through a black cloth covering his eyes, just pure enveloping darkness. He doesn’t like it at all, he wants to be aware of everything that is going on, but Jyuto promised him that a blindfold would make things more exciting, so he has no choice but to give in. Today, he must only do as Jyuto says.
Rio is sitting on a chair in the middle of the bedroom, his hands cuffed behind his back. They are not regular police handcuffs which Jyuto has in abundance, but leather ones, which he bought exclusively for Rio. They are designed to be comfortable, and for that Rio is grateful.
The inability to see makes the rest of his senses extremely sharp, especially his hearing. His ear can pick on every sound of the traffic outside, the ticking of the clock in the next room and the soft humming of the refrigerator. But the loudest of them all is the sound of water running in the shower. Jyuto has been there for around half an hour already, after he left Rio alone in the room, naked and blind. However, Rio is a very patient man. He can wait even longer if needed.
He gladly accepted Jyuto’s proposition to ‘spice things up a little’, even though he didn’t think their sex life was boring at all, on the contrary; Jyuto is a very passionate and gentle lover, and Rio enjoys the time they spend in bed together just as much as every other aspect of their relationship. Usually, Rio is the one in control, the pleaser, while Jyuto has a more passive role. But today, things are different.
The sound of the water running ceases suddenly. Rio strains his ear, but can’t hear anything behind the closed bathroom door. The only thing he can do is wait.
In a few minutes, Rio hears the door creak quietly, followed by slow gentle steps, and a strong, pleasant smell of a flowery shower gel hits his nostrils. Jyuto approaches him without making much noise, but Rio predicts the exact moment he climbs onto his lap.
He feels the soft skin of Jyuto’s naked thighs on his own, and some material with a terrycloth-like texture rubbing against his chest, so Jyuto must be wearing nothing except a bathrobe. He takes Rio’s face in his hands and plants gentle kisses on his cheeks, jaw and nose. Then Rio feels Jyuto’s soft lips on his ear, as he murmurs, “Thank you for waiting.” Like Rio had any other option. Jyuto bites on his ear and kisses it, too, sending shivers down Rio’s spine.
He pauses for a few seconds before kissing Rio on the lips, passionately and eagerly, trying to push his tongue into the other’s mouth. Suddenly Jyuto starts rocking his hips, rubbing against Rio slowly, and laughs when he hears a quiet cursing escape Rio’s lips.
The kiss lasts long enough, and when they finally separate Rio mouthes breathlessly, “Jyuto, I want to see you. Please take the blindfold off.”
He can imagine Jyuto pouting in response to that very well.
“You’re no fun. Why though, do you miss me this much?”
“Yes. Please.”
Jyuto gets off Rio’s lap and finally unties the cloth on Rio’s head, “Hello, dear,” he smiles mischievously.
“Hmm... Maybe that’s really for the better, I get to look at your beautiful face twisted in pleasure.”
“No, you are the beautiful one...,” Rio studies Jyuto from head to toe. His hair is a pretty mess, a little damp, and he is wearing a short black bathrobe, which is loose on his slender body. He is gorgeous, as always. Rio looks at him with awe and adoration, which makes Jyuto chuckle quietly. He leans in to kiss Rio again, while his knee is pressing on the other’s half hard member. The kiss is sloppy and wet, and Jyuto makes a lot of obscene noises, which excites Rio even more, blood rushing to his cheeks.
Jyuto breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against Rio’s, stroking his nape affectionately. They remain like that for a while, before Jyuto stands up and stares at Rio. His gaze stops at Rio’s erection and he grins slyly.
“You’re this excited already just from our foreplay? How cute,” Jyuto notices, “You love me so much you just can’t help it, right?”
“Yes.” Rio simply answers.
“Well, I can relate to that. I’m getting kind of excited myself, actually... But let’s make you feel good first,” there is something intense in his eyes.
“Stand up,” his tone is flat and quiet, but this is clearly an order.
Rio obeys, and tilts his head down to look at Jyuto. He loves their height difference, and their significant dissimilarity in built too, he loves how small Jyuto looks comparing to him. But right now, even in their position, it feels like Jyuto is looking down on Rio somehow. The way he behaves reminds of his work demeanor, like when he is Sergeant Iruma, not Rio’s cute boyfriend. And he finds something comforting in the familiarity of Jyuto’s commanding tone.
He orders Rio to move the chair closer to the bed and sit down again, while he gets a bottle of essential oil.
As for Jyuto, he sits on the bed, and before opening the bottle tucks a strand of hair behind his ear with a gracious movement. He pours a bit on his fingers, rubs his hands together and strokes Rio’s shoulders.
“You seem tense, baby,” he whispers, “Relax.”
Rio is tense. Their steamy makeout session made him quite aroused, so even with all his patience, it hurts a little to not get what he wants. Jyuto really knows how to tease.
He caresses Rio’s chest, then reaches his taut stomach and strokes it too, ignoring his hard member completely. He leans in closer and starts kissing Rio’s neck, while his hands travel back to Rio’s pecs and pinch his nipples playfully.
“So, you know the rules already, do you?,” Jyuto whispers right into his ear, his breath hot on Rio’s sensitive skin, “You just sit still, while I’m doing the work. You have to tell me every time you feel like you’re close. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Such a good boy,” Jyuto purrs.
This is all their play is about, Jyuto just wants to drive him crazy by not letting him come. As simple as that. Rio still can’t believe he agreed to it, but he trusts Jyuto enough to do anything.
Jyuto touches the head of his cock tentatively, and then starts stroking it with slow movements, from the head to the base. He watches the reaction on Rio’s face closely, his mouth slightly open, like he is mocking him. Rio is mesmerized by the sight of Jyuto’s small bony hand with long fingers moving with such grace while doing such a dirty thing. His other hand reaches for Rio’s balls, palming them gently, which makes Rio huff quietly.
“Feels good, baby? You’re really enjoying it, huh,” he smiles softly, but there’s a small flame in his eyes.
He starts stroking Rio’s cock with both hands, adding a little more pressure, and in a minute Rio can feel it already, so he whispers, “Close.”
Jyuto ceases his movements completely and smiles at him. He draws something invisible on Rio’s chest with his finger while humming a tune, and doesn’t continue for a while, playing with Rio’s pecs instead, squeezing them slightly.
“Your body is so beautiful, I love it so much,” he purrs, looking Rio in the eyes, “So sensitive and honest...”
Rio feels his cheeks redden at the comment.
Jyuto’s caresses get lower and lower, until he starts jerking Rio off again, the head of his leaking cock between Jyuto’s index and middle finger. His other hand, at the same time, is still playing with Rio’s nipples, his touches light like feathers. The lewd squelching sound disturbs the silence in the room, along with Rio’s soft huffs and quiet moaning. He is usually never vocal during sex, but right now he can’t hold himself back.
“I’m close!” the sound of his own voice surprises him.
Jyuto just smiles, and takes the bottle of oil again, pouring it on his hands generously.
Rio feels dizzy. He wants to come already, but it seems like Jyuto won’t let him do it any soon. Of course, there is something thrilling in all this edging, and Rio likes getting rewarded when he actually earned it. But his lover’s hands, his sweet voice, his smell, it all drives him crazy. He’s gotten riled up incredibly quickly and just wants to relieve the tension in his body as soon as possible.
There is a thought in the back of his mind, nagging him. He wants to take these handcuffs off and be in control again, to make Jyuto squirm and moan like he does with Rio right now, to touch him all over.
But maybe... Maybe this time he needs to let go. To allow Jyuto to do as he like. Because his way of doing things right now is not bad to say the least.
Jyuto draws circles on his muscled chest and abdomen, massaging, and then his hand skillfully grabs Rio’s erection again, jerking him off in a fast pace. Rio stops him in half a minute, because he is almost there again, and Jyuto grins.
“So obedient. I will let you come soon if you continue behaving,” he pats Rio’s head.
“Jyuto... Please kiss me.”
Jyuto lifts his brow.
“Ah, my honey bear wants a kiss?”
Rio blushes, hearing such an affectionate nickname.
Jyuto leans down and touches the back of Rio’s neck affectionately, giving him a wet and passionate kiss on the lips. He tries to push his tongue inside of Rio’s mouth so he lets him, bringing a moan out of Jyuto. He is so erotic today. Jyuto licks and bites at his lips, caressing his body possessively, until he reaches Rio’s sensitive organ and squeezes it hard, making Rio grunt. He moves his hand quickly and skillfully, and Rio feels on the edge again. His whole body is shaking with pleasure, his muscles tightening. Rio’s mind is in a haze, and he can only think about reaching climax, so he can’t get himself to say anything this time, and suddenly, when he almost sees stars, Jyuto slaps his dick away and wipes his hand off Rio’s chest.
The sound which escapes Rio’s throat can be only classified as a whine, but Jyuto shushes him, “No no no. You won’t get away with this. I thought we had an agreement,” he cups Rio’s chin with his hand, “You thought I wouldn’t notice, dear? I know your body too damn well. Please don’t ruin our play, okay?” Jyuto smiles sweetly, but there is poison in his smile.
Rio nods obediently.
“Good,” Jyuto lets go of him and hops off the bed, leaving the room.
“Wait! Jyuto, please, I need to come,” Rio tries to sound as calm as possible.
“You misbehaved, darling. You have to learn your lesson first.”
Rio clenches his teeth in disappointment and tries to bear with his situation. He hears bottles clinking in the kitchen, and soon Jyuto emerges in the room again with a glass of red whine in his hand. Rio can’t get his eyes off him when he crosses the bedroom, leisurely and graciously, the robe falling slightly off one of his shoulders. He drinks slowly, savoring every sip while he is looking Rio in the eyes, burning a hole in him with his stare.
“Jyuto. Please,” Rio tries again.
Jyuto puts the half-emptied glass on the nightstand, approaches the bed and sits in front of Rio, patting him on the head. Rio is almost desperate enough to start humping the air between them like some dog, but restrains himself.
“You’re a bad boy,” Jyuto whispers.
“Yes, I am. Please forgive me. I really need to come.”
Jyuto shushes him by putting one finger on Rio’s lips. Rio opens his mouth a bit and, without thinking, sucks on it. That makes Jyuto grin, and he pushes two more fingers inside. Rio is happy to oblige. Jyuto runs his other hand through Rio’s locks and hums softly. When he puts his fingers out he makes a long eye contact with Rio. He sighs deeply and turns away, “God, I just can’t win against your puppy eyes. Let’s finish the first round, shall we?”
Rio is shaking in anticipation. There is also the realization that it’s not the only round, which makes him a little dizzy, even though he predicted it.
Jyuto doesn’t bother to use the oil this time; his fingers are still wet with Rio’s saliva, and Rio’s cock is leaking precum. He is slow at first, teasing Rio’s head with one hand while the other strokes near the base. He picks up pace and soon the room is filled with wet sounds and Rio’s muffled grunts again.
This time, Jyuto doesn’t listen to Rio’s words, he just removes his hand whenever he wants to, making Rio shake violently from all this teasing. Jyuto squeezes the base of his cock before whispering into Rio’s ear, “I see how you’re trying to be quiet, but your body speaks for itself. Your muscles tighten so much, it’s cute,” he licks Rio’s ear again and uses his tongue to play with his piercing. That catches Rio by surprise and he flinches, his skin tingling with pleasure. Jyuto breathes in his neck and moves both hands on his length slowly.
Rio’s vision goes white and he starts convulsing, dirtying Jyuto’s fingers with his come. The orgasm is so powerful that he blanks out for a few seconds. Jyuto takes out a towel from somewhere and wipes his hands off, then pats Rio on the cheek.
“Good boy,” he stands up and takes his glass of wine, finishing it in one big gulp.
“So... what comes next, I wonder,” Jyuto says like it’s not him who decides, “I need to come too, you know.”
Rio just stares at him silently, waiting for Jyuto to voice out his ideas.
“It’s been so long since you were inside of me,” he whispers.
Right. They don’t do that very often, and sometimes Rio even has to talk Jyuto out of it because it’s not the safest way to make love. Rio is not small by any means, so he is always afraid to hurt Jyuto.
“Is that what you want?” Rio asks cautiously.
“Yes,” with that Jyuto unties the sash of his robe, and it falls off on the bed, showing his lean, naked form. Jyuto doesn’t have a lot of muscle, but he is still well-built, with his long, strong legs and elegant shoulders, and extremely thin waist. He is more on the skinny side, which makes Rio worry sometimes. He wants Jyuto to be strong and eat well, but the man assures him this shape is perfectly fine. And Rio loves him the way he is, he loves every centimeter of his body and the way it fits in Rio’s arms. He studies Jyuto attentively, and no matter how many times he has already seen him naked he just can’t get enough. He knows every birthmark on Jyuto’s skin, every erogenous zone and every battle scar. His gaze travels from Jyuto’s elegant neck to his small pink nipples and then to his flat tummy which Rio loves to kiss and bite so much; and with that he can feel his flaccid member slowly rise up again.
“You’re going to eat me with your eyes,” Jyuto breathes out, and leans down to peck Rio on the bridge of his nose. Actually, Rio would not mind to eat him more literally, but he knows that today Jyuto won’t let him.
Jyuto lies on the bed without breaking their eye contact and gets comfortable on the pillows. He takes the bottle of lube and pours some on his fingers, still looking at Rio, who’s heart beats fast as he feels himself getting hot and bothered again. Jyuto spreads his legs apart and his index finger circles around his entrance slowly. Rio notices a light shade of pink on Jyuto’s cheeks, and the way he averts his gaze when his finger gets inside. So Jyuto is not absolutely shameless, after all. He adds one more digit soon and fingers himself at a slow pace, whimpering quietly. His own member is incredibly hard, shaking slightly with every jerk of his body, and a short loud moan leaves his throat when he seems to have brushed a sensitive spot inside.
Rio finds himself really enjoying the show, and realizes that he is now fully erect again.
Jyuto seems to be struggling with putting a third finger inside, breathing heavily, while his bangs get into his face and block his vision. Rio wants to help him, but there is nothing he can do with his hands tied and a promise to not intervene already made.
Jyuto picks up the pace as the third digit enters his hole, and cries out in pleasure before removing his fingers completely.
“I’m ready,” he breathes out and fixes his hair, gets off the bed slowly and glares at Rio. He still looks a little flustered, and fails to hide it behind his sly and self-confident mask, which Rio finds extremely cute.
“Get up,” Jyuto orders, and Rio obeys, smiling at him softly.
Jyuto takes the key from the nightstand and unlocks Rio’s handcuffs. He takes that as an opportunity to wrap his arms around Jyuto’s waist, but he pushes Rio away gently, “No, not yet. Lie down.”
Rio sighs and gets on the bed, and his lover is quick to straddle his thighs and secure the handcuffs above his head. He does it in a matter of seconds, leaving Rio unsatisfied because he wants to touch and feel Jyuto so bad. Still sitting on top of him, Jyuto reaches for the drawer and takes out a pack of condoms. Rio appreciates his choice, as it can reduce the friction and thus make the process more comfortable for Jyuto, but also a thin extra layer could help Rio last longer, because right now he is not as sure about himself as usual.
Jyuto tears the foil and frees the condom, rolling it out on Rio’s cock hurriedly.
“Impatient, huh?” Rio can’t help but tease, and Jyuto shuts him up with a kiss, biting on his lower lip painfully.
“I don’t remember allowing you to say anything. You can only beg.”
Rio just smiles at him and licks his bitten lip.
After applying a generous amount of lube to Rio’s erection, Jyuto squirms and starts rubbing his crotch against it. Then he wraps his hand around the base, trying to guide the head to his entrance. His brows are furrowed as he struggles to get Rio’s cock inside of him, and lets out a moan when the tip is finally in. Rio grunts at the sensation of Jyuto’s hot walls clenching around him, and he can feel Jyuto’s thigh muscles tense up as he tries not to sink further too fast. He lowers his butt slowly, but surely, inhaling sharply.
“Are you okay?” Rio asks, a little worried.
“Yeah, I feel great. I just have to get used to it a bit,” Jyuto smiles.
Rio moans when he feels Jyuto take him all the way. It’s so tight it drives him mad, almost making him come. But some inexplicable force holds him back, and he just lies there waiting for Jyuto to start moving.
“Should have probably used a cock ring, hm...,” Jyuto mocks him as he sees Rio’s struggle.
Rio clenches his teeth, his pride a bit hurt, but doesn’t say anything. He knows he can handle it.
Jyuto finally starts rocking his hips slowly, and they moan in unison at the strong sensations.
“Oh, god, Rio,” Jyuto closes his eyes and moves faster, his pace unsteady.
Rio helps him by swaying his own hips and watches Jyuto bounce on his dick, while his own erection hits his stomach with every jerk of his body.
He starts touching himself, and cries louder, “Rio, ah, fuck,” he can’t make a comprehensive sentence and just whines and grunts in pleasure as Rio fucks him deep. Rio is incredibly close and ready to pass out from overstimulation, but the look of Jyuto’s gorgeous face keeps him sane.
Rio doesn’t understand why and how; accidentally or not, but his arms jerk awkwardly and the chain connecting his handcuffs breaks, turning them into useless metal bracelets. It does not surprise him very much, they are not real handcuffs after all, but Jyuto stares at him in shock.
Rio wraps his arms around Jyuto’s waist and shifts into a more comfortable position, doing all the work himself this time. He holds tight onto his lover, massaging his sides and grabbing his taut buttocks possessively.
“Rio, I’m...,” Rio silences him with a kiss and covers Jyuto’s hand on his dick with his own, helping him finish.
“Ah!” Jyuto lets out a high-pitched cry before shaking violently and staining both of their stomaches with white liquid. The tightening of Jyuto’s walls around his hard member makes Rio lose it completely, and he finishes with a low grunt.
He takes his now flaccid member out carefully and helps Jyuto lie down on his side, before tossing the condom into the trash. He finds the key to free himself from the handcuffs, wipes Jyuto and himself off with a wet towel and lies beside him, intertwining their fingers.
“God, Rio, are your wrists okay? I still can’t believe you broke the handcuffs.”
“It’s nothing, in fact. They snapped like a toy.”
Jyuto strokes his bicep lovingly, “Really... You’re so strong.”
“Are you okay though? Does it hurt?”
“No, not at all. I will be a little sore later, but it was definitely worth it,” Jyuto winks and leaves a small peck on Rio’s lips.
They lie like that for a while, with Rio petting Jyuto’s hair tenderly, until the latter asks, “Why did it break though? Were you so desperate to touch me?”
“Maybe,” Rio hums.
“Gosh, you’re so silly,” Jyuto leans in closer to kiss his forehead.
“I will break any chain for you, if needed.”
“What are you talking about?” Jyuto lifts his brow.
Rio doesn’t answer. The overabundance of emotions clouded his mind, and he doesn’t know why he mentioned that in the first place. It just slipped.
“Please don’t even think about such things,” there is realization and sadness in Jyuto’s tone as he looks Rio in the eyes, lowering his voice,
“Nobody will take you away from me.”
He shifts to find the blanket and covers them both, shortening the distance between them. Rio hugs his lover on the waist and holds him close, inhaling the scent of his hair.
“Let’s sleep,” Jyuto whispers, his breath hot on Rio’s face. He kisses him deep and Rio loses himself in the softness of his lips, sweeter than any honey. That night Rio falls asleep faster than ever before.