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It was almost three in the morning when Shinsou arrived home from his week-long away mission. He wasn’t really tired, having slept on the plane ride home, but nonetheless he expected that Kaminari would be asleep, and he would enjoy the next few hours snuggled against his boyfriend. He was surprised to find the lights on in the apartment when he opened the door. He took his jacket and shoes off but carried his go-bag with him as he walked quietly through the apartment and found Kaminari sitting on the couch, playing on the Xbox. He had his head set on and was talking excitedly with someone he was gaming with. By the tone, Shinsou would guess that it was one or all of the Bakusquad. He surveyed the living room. The apartment had been well kept, but on the table in front of Kaminari were three energy drinks, a few bottles of water, and a few cans of soda.
Kaminari had definitely broken the rules.
He sighed. Now, there would be no snuggling until the late hours of the morning for him. He walked into Kaminari’s field of vision. Kaminari’s eyes went instantly to him, and he could tell from the voices coming through the headset that he’d either missed his shot or gotten killed in the game. “Say ‘goodbye,’ Denki.” His tone was soft and sweet. From the way Kaminari smiled at him, he could tell he hadn’t fully realized that he was in trouble yet.
“I gotta go guys, see you.” Kaminari said. He shut off his microphone and the game and stood up. He smiled excitedly at seeing Shinsou. “I didn’t think you’d be home until tomorrow.”
“I can tell.” Shinsou gestured to the table. He watched the realization slowly spread over Kaminari’s face and watched it fall. “What time is it?”
Denki looked at the clock on the wall and quickly turned his eyes down. He picked at his nails. “Three in the morning.”
“And what time is bedtime?” Shinsou asked.
“Eleven.” Kaminari answered.
“And how many energy drinks and sodas have you had today?” Shinsou set his bag down and crossed his arms.
“Three energy drinks and two sodas.” Kaminari said. “But I drank all of my water today.”
“I’m glad you drank your water. And you kept the apartment clean too.” Shinsou walked to Kaminari, closing the distance between them. He ran his hand up Kaminari’s arm and followed along the curve of his shoulder until his fingers traced the small, soft leather of Kaminari’s dark purple collar. “But if I hadn’t come home, would you have told me about the energy drinks or the soda?”
Kaminari still couldn’t bring himself to look at Shinsou. He felt the tears start to well in his eyes. He shook his head.
“Denki, do you understand that by not telling me, that’s a lie of omission?” Shinsou watched Kaminari’s head snap up.
“No. I didn’t… I wouldn’t lie to you, Toshi. I’m sorry. I didn’t think that…” Kaminari shook his head, but words kept tumbling out over themselves. He wouldn’t lie to Shinsou. Never.
“Shh… I understand what you’re trying to say.” Shinsou wrapped his arms around Kaminari, and he felt the small blonde melt against him. “So, from now on though, you understand that by not telling me about these things that it is lying to me, right?”
Kaminari nodded against him, enjoying the warmth of his body, and breathing his scent deeply. Shinsou’s scent always felt like home, and on long away missions, Kaminari always slept wrapped around one of Shinsou’s pillows or wore one of Shinsou’s hoodies while at home just to smell him.
“And you understand that you broke the rules, so you have to be punished, yes?” Shinsou asked, he pulled back just far enough so Kaminari could look at him, but Kaminari kept his head pressed against Shinsou’s chest and nodded. “Are you clean and prepared for me?” Another nod. “Kaminari, look at me.” Shinsou waited until the smaller man looked up at him. He could see that the tears that had been building in Kaminari’s eyes had now started to slowly spill down his cheeks. “What’s your color?”
“Green, Sir.” Kaminari’s golden eyes met Shinsou’s purple ones briefly before turning his gaze back down to Shinsou’s chest. Kaminari hated himself at that moment. He knew he shouldn’t have had those energy drinks or sodas. He’d known he was breaking the rules, but he had still done it anyway.
“Good boy.” He kissed Kaminari’s forehead. “Now, you’re going to clean up this table while I get everything ready for your punishment. Once you’re done, you come to the bedroom.” Shinsou released Kaminari. He picked up his go-bag and walked to the bedroom. He tossed the bag on the floor by the closet, deciding that he’d deal with its contents, including the small gift he’d gotten for Kaminari, later. He went to the chest by the end of their bed and grabbed a few things that he’d need for Kaminari’s punishment and set them on the floor. He took his shirt off and tossed it in the hamper in the corner and looked at the time on his watch before setting it down on the nightstand.
Kaminari really should have been done by now. He sighed and walked back into the living room. It was empty, but he could see Kaminari washing something in the sink. “Kaminari, you’re stalling. You know I don’t like it when you do that.” He watched as Kaminari hurriedly turned the faucet off and made his way to the bedroom. Kaminari stood obediently by the foot of the bed, waiting for Shinsou’s instructions. His head was still down, but his shoulders were straight. “Take your clothes off.”
Kaminari did as he was told, putting his clothes in the hamper in the corner before returning to his spot by the foot of the bed.
Shinsou let his eyes trail over Kaminari. The tight, athletic chest, the smooth, slightly soft stomach, the cock, that now was only soft because of the upcoming punishment, but would stiffen at his slightest touch, would become throbbing and weeping before they were done. Shinsou palmed his own growing erection. “Get on your knees and face the mirror.” His lip twitched into a small smile at the way Kaminari’s cheeks flushed.
Kaminari got on his knees in front of the mirror. He could see the toys that Shinsou had dragged out for his punishment, and he felt his body shudder slightly. He watched in the mirror as Shinsou knelt behind him. He felt Shinsou’s hand trace the curve of his ass, pushing slightly on the toy nestled inside his hole, and making him moan.
Shinsou had missed Kaminari, though now he was slightly angry that Kaminari had disobeyed him and broken the rules. “We could be sleeping right now, or I could be fucking this beautiful round ass in front of me, but instead that has to wait.” He pulled the small plug from Kaminari’s ass and tossed it onto the towel. He poured lube on the larger plug he’d selected and slowly worked it into Kaminari’s ass. Kaminari hissed slightly when the largest part of it popped in, but then he settled back down, his breathing slightly elevated with the anticipation of things to come.
“I think we’ll do five swats for every beverage you weren’t supposed to have, one swat for every hour that you stayed up past your bedtime, and one swat for stalling. Thirty all together.” Shinsou watched as Kaminari hung his head. “You’ll watch in the mirror as I give every one of them to you, and you’ll count them off. Do you understand?”
Kaminari felt his whole body tighten in anticipation. “Yes, Sir.” He watched in the mirror as Shinsou grabbed the paddle.
Shinsou thumbed over the smooth worn handle of his paddle. He didn’t look at Kaminari in the mirror. Instead, he ran the paddle over the swell of Kaminari’s right cheek before cocking it back and swatting him hard.
Kaminari cried out at the pain. “One, Sir.” He watched as Shinsou brought the paddle down again, this time on his left cheek. He felt his whole body jolt as the plug shifted deeply inside him. “Two, Sir.”
Shinsou was proud of how good Kaminari was being. He brought the paddle down swiftly four more times in quick succession, Kaminari counting each one of them off. He could see Kaminari’s stiffening erection in the mirror. Each swat hurt but was also driving that plug against Kaminari’s prostate, giving him just a hint of pleasure; too slow, too long in between each hit to do anything other than send small jolts directly to his groin, without bringing him any kind of relief.
Kaminari’s ass was quickly turning a beautiful bright shade of pink. “Good boy, Denki.” He massaged at Kaminari’s red cheeks, before settling his empty hand back on the small of Kaminari’s back, holding him still and his other hand bringing the paddle down another four more times in quick succession. Kaminari was crying softly now, but still calling out each swat, his eyes still obediently on the mirror.
After five more swats, Kaminari’s body was trembling as he cried. “Such a good boy, Denki. We’re halfway done. He watched Kaminari nod in acknowledgement. Five more swats and Kaminari was sobbing, his shoulders shaking, and tears streaming down his face. Shinsou’s jeans were growing uncomfortably tight at the sight of Kaminari’s beautiful face crying in the mirror. They were now at the most swats he’d ever taken before, and they still had ten more to go. Shinsou leaned down and kissed Kaminari’s shoulder. “Only ten more, baby. You’re being such a good boy.”
Kaminari felt like his ass was on fire. His dick was hard and throbbing and he swore to himself that he’d never touch an energy drink again. He watched Shinsou’s arm arc back and bring another hard swat down on his tender ass. “Tw.. Twenty-one.” He cried out at the pain and his head dropped down as his body shook, wracked with his sobs.
“Color?”
Kaminari tried to catch his breath, and sniffled. “Green, Sir.” Kaminari brought his eyes back up to the mirror. He watched again as Shinsou’s arm arced back and landed another hit in the same spot as the last one. “Twenty-two.”
Shinsou squeezed Kaminari’s red cheek in his hand, pulling a small moan from Kaminari before landing swats twenty-three, four, and five. Kaminari’s head dropped back down, and he didn’t bring it back up. He sobbed, his whole body shaking. Shinsou rubbed his hand along Kaminari’s back. “Eyes on the mirror baby.” He waited until Kaminari lifted his eyes back to the mirror. Shinsou wanted to fuck that tear-stained face so badly right now. He took a calming breath to re-center himself and kissed Kaminari’s shoulder. “Only five more to go, baby. You’re being so good for me. Taking your punishment so well.”
Kaminari keened at Shinsou’s praise. His body felt like live wire now. Every muscle seemed tight and tense, he could feel the coolness of the air on his skin, the soft, scratchiness of the carpet under his knees and hands. Still crying, he locked his gaze on his own golden eyes in the mirror. He could do this. He wanted to do this. He wanted to be good for Shinsou. The swat came down hard. “Hmph… Twenty-six.”
Shinsou could see Kaminari was close to his limit. His ass was a bright swatch of red, his body tense in anticipation of each hit, his eyes set in that determined gaze he got when the finish line was close. He called out swats twenty-seven and twenty-eight before his head dropped down again. “Only two more, baby and then your punishment’s all done.” He watched in the mirror as Kaminari wiped his face and nodded his head before taking a deep breath and raising it once again.
Kaminari told himself that he could do this. Just two more… “Agghhh… Twenty-nine.” Just one more. One last hit and when it landed, it felt like his whole body was on fire for a moment. “Thirty.” Kaminari let himself go down onto his elbows and bury his face in his arms as he cried. He could feel Shinsou’s warmth gather around him, but he couldn’t stop the tears. He didn’t feel when Shinsou pulled the plug out of him, only noticed that he suddenly felt very empty.
“Such a good boy, Denki.” Shinsou kissed at Kaminari’s neck, leaning to wrap an arm around him. “We’re all done.” Shinsou sat down on the floor with his back leaning against the bed and pulled Kaminari to straddle his lap. “My beautiful, good boy.” He wiped at Denki’s tear-stained cheeks and kissed them, first one, and then the other. He let Denki lay against him, and held him until the tears finally stopped, and his body stopped shaking. “Are you ready for bed?” He felt Kaminari shake his head against his neck. “No?”
Kaminari leaned back, exposing his still throbbing erection, a small string of pre-cum connecting him to Shinsou. He felt a slight buzzing in the back of his head and his body felt warm and hungry.
Shinsou could see it in Kaminari’s eyes, the way they seemed slightly distant, he wouldn’t get words out of Kaminari now. He was riding the high of the endorphins from the pain. His questions would have to be simple. Shinsou kept his voice low, “Do you want me to fuck you?”
The deep baritone of Shinsou’s voice went straight to Kaminari’s dick, making it jump. Kaminari shook his head, his hand pulling eagerly at the button on Shinsou’s jeans as he bit his lower lip.
Shinsou chuckled. He ran his thumb along Kaminari’s bottom lip pulling it gently out from between his teeth and kissed him. He cupped Kaminari’s face in his hand. “You want me to fuck your face first, don’t you?” He watched Kaminari’s face grow red, but he nodded. “I got to redden your ass, and now I get to watch you choke on my cock too? What a lucky guy I am.” The red on Kaminari’s face deepened at the praise and his face pressed into Shinsou’s hand. “Alright, baby. Get back on your knees.”
Shinsou stood up and looked down at Kaminari, he was sitting obediently on his knees, hands flat on his thighs waiting and looking up at Shinsou, and Shinsou’s dick twitched painfully at the sight. Shinsou unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down.
Kaminari watched eagerly as Shinsou’s thick cock sprang from its confines as Shinsou pulled his jeans and underwear down. It bounced slightly as he moved to step out of them and Kaminari almost whined when he walked away to throw the clothes in the hamper. When Shinsou stepped back in front of him, he felt those strong, rough hands tangle in his hair, pulling him up a little farther and lining his mouth up with the cock he’d been waiting for. He wet his lips in anticipation.
“Show me your sign, baby.” Shinsou waited, but Kaminari didn’t comply with his command. He gave a sharp tug on Kaminari’s hair to get his attention. Once Kaminari’s eyes met his, he repeated his command. “I wanna see your sign, baby.”
Kaminari gave two small taps to the inside of Shinsou’s thigh.
“Good boy. Open your mouth, baby.” Shinsou commanded. Kaminari complied, eagerly sticking his tongue out and Shinsou pushed in deep, feeling that tight wet heat wrap around him. He thrust in slowly, feeling Kaminari’s throat tense and swallow around him until Kaminari’s nose was nestled against his stomach. He held him there for a moment, enjoying the way Kaminari’s throat squeezed around him before pulling Kaminari back until the tip was in his mouth.
Kaminari let his tongue trace along the slit of Shinsou’s cock, tasting the salty pre-cum that was leaking out of him. He was only there for a moment before he was shoved back down onto the long length of Shinsou’s cock. He felt it down his throat, throbbing against his walls if Shinsou left it there long enough, but Shinsou rarely did. He knew how desperately Kaminari needed it, hard and heavy. His eyes watered and tears spilled down his cheeks.
Shinsou set a brutal pace fucking into Kaminari’s mouth. “Fuck you’re beautiful when you’re choking on my cock.” He loved the gagging sounds that Kaminari occasionally made when he was deep on Shinsou’s cock, his throat involuntarily opening and closing around him, the way his pretty lips were stretched tight around his cock, and how his cheeks hollowed out as he pulled out. He loved watching the tears well up in Kaminari’s eyes and spill down his cheeks and the way his soft hands sometimes fisted against his thighs, and sometimes squeezed them, fingers digging in hard enough to leave small crescent shaped marks for him to appreciate the next day.
Shinsou felt himself getting close, he knew he couldn’t keep up this brutal pace and not cum on those beautiful golden lashes, so he pulled out, squeezing tightly at the base of his cock, to force himself back from the edge. He hauled Kaminari to his feet by hair and shoved him onto the bed. He manhandled Kaminari onto his knees, with his face down into the pillows, and kissed along his beautifully arched back, his ass on full display just for Shinsou. “I’m gonna fuck you, baby. Gonna fuck this beautiful red ass of yours.” Shinsou squeezed a cheek gently, gauging how tender Kaminari still was. Kaminari’s hips pushed back against his hand, and he chuckled. He knew the answer, but he asked anyway. “You want me to be gentle with you baby?” He watched Kaminari shake his head, his hips also shaking slightly, wiggling against Shinsou’s erection. “You want me to pound you into the mattress, don’t you?”
Kaminari felt a small whine escape his throat as he nodded his head. He wanted it, needed it deep inside him. It had been a long week without Shinsou, and he’d missed this all deeply.
“What’s your sign?” Shinsou waited for Kaminari to rap against the headboard twice. Once he did, Shinsou dipped his head down, spreading Kaminari’s cheeks and licking along Kaminari’s little pink hole. He heard a small moan from Kaminari, but he wanted to hear more. He squeezed Kaminari’s cheeks open tightly with his hands and drove his tongue in deep. Kaminari squirmed against his face, simultaneously trying to both move away from the intense sensations and feel them more deeply. He teased Kaminari like that until he was a whining, shaking mess, then he let go of Kaminari’s ass and put his hand on Kaminari’s lower back, pushing his arch deeper and holding him still. Kaminari was still stretched from the plug earlier, he’d take Shinsou easily, but Shinsou wanted to tease him, so he slipped first one finger, then two inside along his tongue and curled them against the sweet spot inside Kaminari.
Kaminari felt his body jolt at the sudden sensation, and he moaned lewdly as he bit the pillow against his face. His hips tried to rock, but the hand on his back kept him firmly in place. His dick ached for attention, twitching, and dribbling pre-cum onto the sheets below him. “Haaa...” He cried out as he felt Shinsou’s fingers curl tightly against him again. He needed more… He wanted to be filled and stretched and he couldn’t voice any of it, so he whined.
Shinsou knew he was being mean, teasing Kaminari like this. So, after one last, cruelly delicious curl of his fingers, he knelt between Kaminari’s legs and slicked himself up with lube. He grabbed Kaminari’s hips tightly, and slid in slowly, dragging himself inch by inch into Kaminari. He could feel Kaminari trying to wiggle, to shift his hips back, to do anything to drive Shinsou’s cock in deeper, faster, and harder, but Shinsou held him firmly and went at his own pace until he was fully seated in Kaminari’s ass. He could feel Kaminari clenching around him.
“You’re so fucking tight baby.” Shinsou cooed. He started to pull out slowly, Kaminari’s hips still fighting him. “You want me to fuck you hard, don’t you? You don’t even want to be able to walk tomorrow, do you?” Kaminari made a small keening noise, and Shinsou could see his shoulders shaking, he was crying again. “Alright, baby. You’ve been so good; I’ll give you what you want.” Shinsou snapped his hips forward, driving deep and hard into Kaminari’s ass. “Fuck, I wanna see your beautiful face when you cum on my cock.” Shinsou pulled out and flipped Kaminari onto his back. He shoved a pillow underneath Kaminari’s hips to prop his ass up and slid back into Kaminari in one long thrust. He set a brutal pace, pounding into Kaminari’s tight heat. He watched Kaminari’s neglected cock bounce against his pale stomach, strings of pre-cum glistening between their bodies. He put one hand on the headboard to drive in deeper and the other pressed gently on Kaminari’s lower abdomen.
Kaminari moaned and braced a hand on the headboard as Shinsou pounded into him relentlessly. The pace was fast, hard, and deep, driving over and over again into the tender spot inside of him. Kaminari felt himself, moaning and crying, tears streaming down his face. He was holding on to it all and feeling everything wash over him all at once, the guilt of his disobedience, the shame of his punishment, the pain as Shinsou’s body connecting with his sore, red ass, the throbbing need of his neglected cock, the comfort of Shinsou’s constant reassurance, the pride of Shinsou’s praise, the feeling of that spot being hit, repeatedly sending sparks throughout his body, wave after wave of it crashing over him and through it all was the knowledge that when he fell, Shinsou would be there to catch him; so he just let go.
Shinsou could tell when Kaminari dropped fully into that space, his moans were louder, less controlled. His eyes glazed over, and his pupils were blown out. “God, baby you feel so good.” He wasn’t sure if Kaminari could hear him, but he said it anyway. “Ah... Gonna make you feel good too, baby. You’re so beautiful.” Shinsou could feel they were both close, the way Kaminari’s breath was rapid and shallow, the way his legs wrapped and squeezed around Shinsou’s waist. Shinsou took his hand off Kaminari’s stomach and wrapped it around Kaminari’s straining cock. He stroked it in time with his own thrusts until he felt it twitch in his hands.
Kaminari cried out as he came, his fingers digging into Shinsou’s sides, his back arching up off the bed as he spurted ribbons of white cum onto his own stomach. He rode the wave as Shinsou continued to fuck him.
Shinsou felt Kaminari’s walls tighten around him as he came, the sensation pulling his own orgasm out, milking him as he filled Kaminari with hot white cum. He rode them both through their orgasms, slowing down his thrusts until he lay still, buried deep in Kaminari. He propped himself up on his elbow and nestled his face against Kaminari’s neck as he caught his breath. “I love you, baby.” He kissed Kaminari’s shoulder before pulling out. Kaminari whined at the sensation and Shinsou chuckled. He grabbed the wipes from the nightstand and cleaned them both up. He coaxed Kaminari onto his side, to apply some cream to his still red and sore ass and managed to get him to sit up long enough to take some ibuprofen.
Shinsou turned off the light, and pulled Kaminari into his arms, wrapping the thick warm comforter around them both. He let his fingers play through Kaminari’s hair and felt Kaminari hum against him. “You feeling good, baby?”
Kaminari nodded his head.
Knowing that Kaminari was still slowly coming out of his head space and wouldn’t talk for a while, and that he wouldn’t be able to sleep until Kaminari was verbal again, Shinsou talked. He droned on about his week and the mission, about the new heroes he’d met and whether or not he thought Kaminari would like them. He rubbed small circles on Kaminari’s back to gauge his reactions. He paused his story often to tell Kaminari how beautiful he was, and to reassure him that he was good and beautiful. Kaminari nuzzled against him in response.
Shinsou ran his fingers through Kaminari’s hair, brushing fallen strands from his face, and using it as an excuse to plant a new kiss on his face. Every now and then he’d throw out a simple yes or no question to see if Kaminari had come around.
Shinsou tilted Kaminari’s head up and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Kaminari’s eyes weren’t as glazed over and his pupils looked to be about normal, though he looked very tired now. He knew Kaminari wanted to sleep, and honestly, he did too, but he wanted Kaminari verbal first. “I even brought you home a present.” He watched Kaminari look up at him and give a small smile. “You can have it after we get some sleep, okay?”
Kaminari nodded, snuggling deeper against Shinsou’s chest. “I missed you.”